Stop Teasing Me
by creamkisses
"Granger," he hissed, placing a slender finger under her chin and tilting her head up gently so that she could see his eyes better. His eyes. His cold, stormy blue eyes. The very eyes that mesmerized her.
She trembled. Not because she was scared of him—she was better at him than defending herself, and did she know it, ever since she had punched him when they had been in their third year at Hogwarts. She was washed over with a completely alien emotion, she wanted him. She just knew she wanted him to kiss her until her lips were bruised and sore, she wanted him to let his hands wander lovingly over her body, she wanted him to be closer to her than they ever were.
She felt his lips colliding with her own. It was anything but a chaste kiss, filled with anger and passion and love and longing all mingled into an indescribable, burning, but somewhat delicious sensation. This is Malfoy I'm kissing, she noted, running her hands through his whitish blonde hair. She hated it when he slicked it back, it was so soft and floppy and just damn gorgeous when it was free.
Malfoy had wrapped an arm around her waist; the other hand was placed softly on the small of her back.
They paused, and caught their breaths, panting. "You're…much…better…than…Parkinson," he sneered, and tightened his arms possessively around her. "Is…that…so-" she retorted, and with a new burst of courage, leant forward, breathed, "-Malfoy?" and placed a line of light kisses up his neck.
"Merlin, I swear you'll be the death of me, Granger," he growled (yes, he literally growled, she thought excitedly) and nipped her ear, at the same time surreptitiously taking the Gryffindor robe off her. "You cheat!" she protested, and mirrored his action, letting her fingers rub his shoulders for a bit before tossing his Slytherin ones to the ground.
"Classroom," he told her, nodding his head towards the nearest room, and she followed him without any objection, her small hand firmly enclosed in his warm one.
"Where were we? Oh yeah," he smirked, and placed his arms around her. Still locked in a tight embrace, he had gently forced her backwards against the grey stained brick wall of the room. She had looked surprised, broke off the kiss and exclaimed, "Nwhat are-?" He silenced her again, more emphatically, and she had fully returned it.
He could feel her pressed up against him; her breasts against his chest, and felt her shudder. He cursed, breathing heavily. "Granger, stop teasing me," he told her, voice low. "If you come in there with me, I will," she smiled wickedly, stepping backwards into the cabinet and daringly pulling him by his silver striped green tie.
A/N: So yeah.
One shots are cool.
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