1. Late Night Meeting.
Late Friday night Hermione sat alone in the far corner of the library, studying furiously for her Potions paper that was due after the weekend. She had in fact already written it and was simply rereading the words written neatly along the roll of parchment.
"Miss Granger, I must ask you to leave. It is now passed curfew." Called the voice of Madam Pince.
Passed curfew? She thought. Had time really gotten away from her so easily? She quickly packed up her parchment, thanked the Librarian and walked out into the corridor.
Hermione swiftly started towards the Head's dorm. The only negative side to being Head Girl, was that she had to share her new dorm room with the Head Boy; Draco Malfoy. That foul git, I hope he's already in bed. She thought.
As she turned the second to last corner, she noticed a dark figure at the end of the hallway.
"Who's there?" she asked shakily.
"Lumos maxima!" drawled the familiar voice of Draco, his spell lighting up the entire corridor.
Instinctively, Hermione shielded her eyes from the blinding light.
"Oh, it's only you." He said nonchalantly. "Nox."
Only me? "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing." He shrugged and turned back to what he was doing.
Cautiously Hermione walked forward to get a better look. "What are you doing?"
"That's none of your business, Mudblood." He snapped.
She cringed at the word, but continued smoothly "But it is my business, Malfoy. Need I remind you that I'm Head Girl?"
"Need I remind you, I'm Head Boy?" he smirked.
"Regardless of that, I can still remove House points for you being out of your dorm without reason."
"Oh? And what about you, Granger? I doubt students would be sneaking to the Library in the middle of the night." He said with a smug grin.
Gah! Why does he have to be such an arrogant prick!? With his smug grin, and stupid hair, and brilliant, intriguing eyes? Hermione shook her head, trying to rid her mind of that thought. But the truth was, despite the past six years of tormenting, she found herself thinking more often of the platinum haired boy. Surely it was just because they were both Heads of the school, and they were forced to be in close proximity to each other.
Hermione spun on her heels; she needed to get away from this boy before she did something stupid, like blurt out how her feelings had changed.
He quickly grabbed onto her arm, pulling her back to him and turning her to face her. "The dorm is this way" he gestured with his head.
"And I want to go this way." She forced out, wincing at the grip he had on her wrist.
Draco loosened his grip, but still kept a firm hold. "Why? Am I scaring you?" he teased.
Looking deep into her honey-brown eyes, his heart leapt. Before he could stop himself he pulled her closer and pecked her lightly on the lips. He dropped her wrist and took an uneasy step backwards. No, he thought, Not Granger! Why did it have to be know-it-all Granger!?
Hermione's jaw dropped. Did that really just happen? Draco Malfoy willingly kissed me? Her features flooded with confusion.
He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. Steadily he closed the gap between them again. His hands gently snaked around her waist. "Kiss me." He whispered.
She shook her head slowly, "This is wrong…" her mind was screaming at her to get away from him but found her hands winding up his arms, across his shoulders and into his hair.
"Hermione, who cares?" he said softly as he again pressed his lips to hers. This time he felt her kiss back, he pulled her closer to him as he gently pinned Hermione to the nearest wall, not once breaking their kiss.
Hermione was mesmerized by Draco's kiss. She didn't hear the footsteps quickly headed towards them.
