Draco's eyes met Hermione's across the great hall. He wanted her. All if her, every inch and foot. She had occupied so much of his thought he wasn't doing well in potions. He felt hopeless and just wished she could understand.
But the thing was Hermione did. Hermione looked at Draco every second Draco wasn't looking at her. She day dreamed about a time where they could be together. She wrote D+H=Love on all her extra parchment.
She would purposely walk past his table just to hope he looked at her butt, which he did often. Hermione had been doing squats every day just for a boy who, she thought, wouldn't even look at her. Draco would have dreams, dreams where Hermione would enter his room at his house and starting making out with him on the bed and man did those dreams get sexy.
It was late in November when Hermione rushed down the stairs, she was late for Defense Against the Dark Arts . She knew Snape wouldn't tolerate this. Consumed in her own thoughts she flew around a corner and slammed into none other than Draco Malfoy himself. They made eye contact and Draco thought about the dreams. Hermione tried to ease the tension
"I'm...I'm sorry Draco. I-" He stilled started into her eyes still. "Draco...You're staring at me..."
Hermione said looking down at her black flats then back at his eyes. She felt Draco's presents so near. They had stood there for almost 15 seconds and Hermione's breath quickened. Soon a piece of her hair fell into her face. In almost slow motion he brought up his arm and moved it behind her ear. He had waited for this for so long. No one was around and he kissed her. He brought his head down to Hermione's level and kissed her softly and more passionately. She was so shocked she dropped her books and landed all around them. Hermione gasped and pulled away.
"Why? Why would you-" before she could finish asking her own question she just stopped and bit her lip.
She decided to be mature about this so she naturally started making out with Draco.