Any Girl
Draco Malfoy arrived late to Transfiguration Thursday morning. He took a seat next to Hermione Granger.
"Mr. Malfoy, please make it to class on time," Professor McGonagall said sternly.
Draco twirled his quill idly with his long pale fingers, hardly listening to the teacher's lecture.
Hermione sneaked a glance at his profile. There was no expression on his pale, pointed face. Her eyes traveled down his regal nose to his slightly pink lips. They curved into a smirk and Hermione's eyes jumped back up to meet his icy grey ones boring into her. She blushed and tried to concentrate on the lesson.
At the end of class, Hermione went to ask Professor McGonagall to sign a slip so she could get a book from the restricted section of the library. When she stepped outside the classroom, she gasped as a pair of strong arms came out of nowhere and whisked her around a dark corner.
Hermione struggled to catch her breath as Draco planted a hand against the wall on each side of her head so she couldn't get away.
"We have rounds tonight," Draco said.
"I know that Malfoy," Hermione bit out. "Let me out,"
"I was just reminding you," Draco purred, ignoring her last comment.
"Like this?" Hermione asked incredulously. "Sod off."
"Now, now, there's no need for such language, Hermione," Draco chuckled. He stepped in closer and Hermione's mouth went dry. She sucked in quite a lot of air.
Hermione whimpered as Draco planted a kiss on her jaw. She felt her brain go hazy. She couldn't tear her eyes away from those mesmerizing, stormy, smoky, smoldering grey eyes.
"Come to Hogsmeade with me?" Draco asked.
"Yes," she breathed. Draco barely concealed his smirk. Then what she'd agreed to sank in. Her eyes widened and the small "Oh" that escaped her lips was swallowed by Draco's mouth on hers.
When she felt Draco's tongue pushing into her mouth, Hermione snapped out of her trance. "Oh Merlin, no!" She positively wailed. She pushed him away and sprinted away from him down the corridor, leaving her bag at his feet.
Draco chuckled to himself and shook his head clear. He picked up the bag at his feet and headed after her. At the end of the hall, Blaise joined him from the shadows.
"You were right, mate," Blaise grinned as he shook his head. "You can get any girl."
"Nah," said Draco modestly, "Only any of the straight ones."