Winter kisses and Failed Plans-Dramione Drabble 2
This is only a one-shot you guys. I had gotten this off of a picture, so technically, this isn't mine. I am just bringing the picture to life. Plain and Simple. Except that this is sort of changed up. Thanx for reading, and enjoy!
(This is what I get when I'm bored.)
Draco's POV:
It was winter this year when I came, and I decided that it was time to stay at Hogwarts for once. Even though I say that the school is a piece of shit, it's kind of peaceful once you hang around on your own. Unfortunately, the 'golden trio' had to stay behind as well, trailing along together as a group.
Throughout this year, I had changed thouroughly for the greater good. Plus, because of the war and the damage it caused me. Since my father was sent of to Azkaban, and my mother is to busy crying her eyes out, I felt like I needed to let her be alone and get through this on her own.
Now I have to live with the-boy-that-won't-fucking-die, and his stupid god damn sidekicks for the rest of my holiday. Thank god Granger and Weasley are no longer together as a couple. Seeing them snog almost made me lose my lunch every day.
As the peaceful air surrounded my senses, I breathed in. It had been 3 months ever since Voldemort's downfall, and now was the time to finally get the freedom I so desperately clinged on to for a long time.
But that peaceful feeling faded away once I saw Granger alone.
She was standing by a half fallen tree, as I looked from afar on the ledge I was standing on. She was once again reading her blessed book, 'Hogwarts, A History ' for the umpteenth time, and it was getting on my last nerves. Then I looked down, and thought of it. It would look hilarious if I had thrown some snow at the back of her mess of hair, and see her get all angry and probably try to hex my bits off. So I did.
Well, sort of.
I picked up a small ball of the white snow, and was ready to aim. Just at that moment, my foot had lost it's balance, and I slipped from the ledge.
She turned as I fell, her book falling to the ground in a thud. Her eyes widened, and my body fell onto hers, pushing her down onto the snow. I shook my head from the dizziness the fall had caused me, and looked down at Granger. Her eyes were still wide, and her nose and cheeks a rosy tint of pink from the cold. I was so close to her, that I could count the freckles on the tip of her nose, which looked absolutely adorable... waitwaitwaitwaitwait...adorable? I must be off my rocker.
She looked back at me, her eyes connecting with mine in a fiery blaze. Grey with Hazel. Blonde with Coconut hair. Pale with red cheeks.
I leaned down, only millimeters from her wettened up lips, when I slipped out,
"Hermione."
Her voice sounded so fluent on my tongue, that I wanted to kiss her tight then and there. So I did.
I pushed my lips into hers, in a heated frenzy, while all at it pushing my tongue against her lower lip. She opened up freely, and I slipped in, moulding with her. Damn. She was addictive to taste.
I wound my arm around her waist, and tried to deepen the kiss...-
"HERMIONE?"
The duo had somehow gotten into the situation, because they had pulled me off of her, and my lips then felt lonely.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" Ron yelled, looking down at Hermione, who was beet red and her lips swollen. I squeaked, and ran off, leaving the memory behind.