His kiss was rough, overwhelming and passionate. It had come about so quickly that she didn't even realise what he was going to do. One minute he was a metre away from her, doing his trademark sneer, and the next he had grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her to him.
His hands moved into her mane of curly brown hair and stayed there until she swore that his hands would be knotted in the coarse strands forever. She felt trapped in his embrace, as he arms went on either side of her waist and drew her closer to him so that no part of their bodies did not touch, and yet she did not want to escape, she wanted to stay in this moment, she wanted to stay in the small, cramped corner on top of the astronomy tower.
Abruptly his crushing kiss ended and he pulled away, chest heaving, his pale skin glistening with sweat. Yet when she looked into his grey eyes, Hermione saw no regret, no disgust, only a familiar glint of amusement.
"Enjoyed that, did you Granger?" Draco demanded (more gently than she had expected, to tell you the truth)
She touched her lips, slightly bruised from the power of his kiss "I guess it wasn't too bad…", her brown eyes glinted mischievously
Draco's eyes widened in disbelief, obviously that hadn't been said to him before, "Not too bad?!" he demanded "I thought that was pretty bloody well done!"
"I've just had better, that's all." Hermione said, whilst shrugging noncommittedly. For a time Hermione found herself regretting what she had, as Draco's pale face darkened and his eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Well I guess I'm just going to have to better."
Then he crossed the tiled floor of the astronomy tower and roughly pushed Hermione against the wall. Her back thudded against the cold brick wall, and as she opened her mouth to let out a startled gasp Draco's lips crashed down upon hers. After what could have been hours, Draco removed his hands from either side of her face and put them on the wall either side of her body, caging her. Both of their chests heaved, and Hermione found herself smiling lightly, happy that Draco was not lengthening the space between them.
"Was that better?" the slytherin growled huskily. His face was so close to hers that she could feel his breath upon her face.
"Much better," she whispered, and then without further ado she laced her fingers through his blonde hair kissed him passionately. Before she even knew what was happening her hands had slipped beneath his shirt, and she was slowly exploring his toned chest. Then to her disappointment Draco wrenched his lips away from hers.
"Holy shit Granger, where did that come from?!"