Disclaimer for all chapters: I don't own the characters, the Hogwarts idea or anything that an avid HP fan would recognize. All that belongs to JKR and whoever else. I only own the things you don't recognize...
The classroom was quiet; faint echoes of loud first-years the only noise reaching it. She flicked her wand one more time at the pieces of paper, smiling when they finally stood up and began dancing a complicated waltz pattern. She flicked the counter spell at them and shoved them in her bag quickly, she was hungry. She turned and hurried towards the door, hoping there would still be some mashed potatoes left when she got there. She was almost at the door, trying to get her bag to close when she walked smack into him. He was obviously coming in to work on some charm, just as she had been.
"Watch i– Oh, Rosie." His tone softened noticeably as he realized it was her, but a smirk grew on his face. "What do you have now, Rosie?" His tone was hinting at seduction, like always.
"It's lunch time, Malfoy." He couldn't know that her heart had begun pounding as soon as she saw him. Could he?
"Perfect. No one will miss us." He placed a hand confidently on her waist. She fought with her face, trying desperately to keep it in a disapproving line. But she couldn't quite control the blush that began creeping up her cheeks, damn Weasley genes."You like this, admit it." He was so bloody confident. Of course, he did this to all the girls, didn't he? Maybe not. Maybe he thought of her differently? She had to stop thinking like this. He was a jerk, just like his father had been, even if he did make her stomach flutter every time she thought of him. Oh, why did he have to be such a jerk?
"Shove off, Malfoy." But her voice was shaking slightly as she said it, and she made no move to get away from him. His hand moved more to her back, pulling her closer. She was blushing furiously now, unable to stop herself.
"Oh you don't mean that do you, Rosie?" He grinned at her blush, pulling her even closer. They were barely an inch away now. She put her hands against his chest, hoping that she could push him away before he got any closer. She opened her mouth to say that yes she did mean that, but her body betrayed her. As he pulled her closer and closer, that grin still on his face, her hands moved up and around his neck. He moved his other hand, and now he had his arms wrapped around her waist, dipping slightly in the back. He looked into her eyes, still grinning, and finally bridged the gap. She didn't know what she had been expecting. But this was probably close to it. His mouth came over her bottom lip, gently at first, but quickly turning fierce. Her already open mouth was all too willing to grant his tongue entrance and let it explore. Her hands were hooked tightly around his neck, her bag having fallen from her shoulder at some point during the exchange. One of her hands pulled his head down to hers. Their bodies were touching, moving almost as one. His hips pressed against hers, his stomach and chest expanding in time with hers. His arms around her waist felt like fire. She allowed him to kiss her jaw, returning, before she could catch her breath, to her lips.
AN - This is the first one shot in my other story A Series of Kisses
Should it be rated M?
R&R
