Kissing

There wasn't much to say really.

There in the centre of the Seventh Year Potions class, Draco Malfoy had been overwhelmed with a desperate need to kiss Hermione Granger.

It had really had nothing to do with the way he had watched her absently running a hand up her leg after she had scratched her ankle, nor did it have anything to do with the way she carelessly licked the sugar off the end of her Sugar Quill.

No, kissing Hermione Granger had just been a random desire he had decided to fulfill. He had not expected to actually enjoy kissing her, nor did he plan for her to be kissing him back in such the way that she was.

But she was, and at the precise moment, that's all that mattered.

Draco Malfoy honestly didn't care about anything else but continuing to kiss Hermione Granger.


Author Note: A week ago I fulfilled a goal: I wrote an alphabet of Harry Potter drabbles. Now I have fulfilled another: I've written an alphabet of Harry Potter drabbles with one-word titles! Woo! Ok, so it's not that exciting. Perhaps you'll get more excited when I have an entire alphabet of Dramione drabbles…? We'll just have to wait and see…