A/N: This series of drabbles was written for the 7 Kisses Challenge issued by the LJ community dramionedrabble to celebrate Valentine's Day 2010.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling. The author of the following story (which is me) has no connection to J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury Publishing, Scholastic Books or Warner Bros., Inc. – No money is being made from this, no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Plans

Draco rushed to the lift in a futile attempt to catch it before it began its descent. He saw a hand stick out and stop the doors from closing as his shoes slid on the marble floor.

"In a hurry, Malfoy?"

He smirked at the man inside the lift.

"Yes, actually," he replied. "My fiancée is waiting for me, Potter."

Draco saw his former schoolmate roll his eyes and his smirk turned into a wide grin. He pushed a button on the wall, ready to pretend Potter wasn't sharing his air, but it seemed as his plan to be on time wasn't the only thing he hadn't been entitled to that evening.

"The latest intelligence has it your department is slacking off, Malfoy."

He wondered idly if Gryffindors were innately unable to issue a convincing threat.

"We're going through a dry spell," he drawled. "You would know what I'm talking about."

Potter frowned. "Why should I?"

"No need to get all defensive on me," he replied. "I'm sure you and your wife will rekindle the flame! After all, Valentine's Day is not too far ahead."

Draco didn't listen to whatever insults the other wizard threw at him, because the lift had finally reached the Atrium and he was racing again; he was late already, but he'd better not make matter worse by appearing to have taken his time. His was not the right woman to cross.

He reached the prearranged spot. It was dark all around him due to the fact that nobody used those Floo fireplaces anymore; some where out of order, others hadn't been cleaned in years, and the Ministry had other things to worry about than dusty old fireplaces in the back of the Atrium. Draco glanced around, and sure enough, a cloaked figure was leaning against one of the walls. He tidied his robes, racked his brain for plausible excuses, and walked forward.

His plan was simple enough, in his opinion. He'd sneak up on the unsuspecting and probably annoyed witch, take her in his strong, muscular arms, and snog her senseless. She wouldn't even remember why she had been angry with him! It was perfect.

Draco advanced on her and grabbed her by her shoulders, bringing their faces mere inches from one another.

"I'm here, honey," he whispered huskily.

He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers, muffling her response. He manoeuvred his arms around her slim figure, biting her lower lip like he knew she liked; he congratulated himself when the witch moaned softly.

He released her from his grasp a moment later, listening closely to her heaving.

"Draco!" He heard someone call from behind him.

He turned around, curses for whoever was interrupting them already forming on his lips, but the words died in his throat when he realised who had been calling him.

"A- Asteria?" he stuttered.

The blonde giggled as she jogged up to her fiancé.

"Of course! Who else?" she said. "I'm so sorry I'm late, but Mother wouldn't stop talking about the flowers..."

Draco tuned the witch out to focus on the other one, standing right behind him. He stared at her blankly until she lowered her hood; at that, he gasped.

"Draco, don't be rude!" Asteria chided him. "It's a pleasure to see you again, Miss Granger."

"Likewise," she said.

"I trust you received your invitation to the wedding?"

Granger smiled. "We did, thank you."

Draco couldn't take his eyes off the bushy-haired witch talking to his fiancée. There was no way he had been kissing Granger! Her lips couldn't have been that soft. Asteria! His fiancée's lips were what he should be thinking about, not Granger's!

"Well, Draco, let's go," Asteria said at last, tugging his arm.

He followed her, glancing one last time at the other witch.

Granger was wickedly smiling at him.

PROMPT: First Kiss.