A/N: This is my first try at HP fanfiction, please give it a chance - it is a oneshot for now, but it might turn into a prologue, depending on response. It is short and sweet, DM/HG.
Please review - all critique is welcome and noted, even the bad stuff. ( The good stuff is better though :)).
Enjoy!
Daydream
It was a sunny summer afternoon – one in which everything was still and lazy – finally, all was right with the world. Hermione curled up in her favourite spot in the newly redone Hogwarts library. The sun streamed in from the large arched windows overlooking the vast, glittering lake and endless expanse of Forbidden Forest.
Finally, she could come here to browse and read at leisure, instead of looking up something or other for some dangerous mission. Basking in the mundaneness of it all, she dropped her head to the back of the low armchair and closed her eyes.
''Hermione!'' a low voice stage-whispered.
She opened one eye. ''Yes, Malfoy?'' The tall, handsome blonde sauntered his way over.
"Come now, surely we've gotten past this last name nonsense. Even your two blokes call me by my first name! Though I don't quite appreciate Weasley's variations…" he mumbled disgruntledly.
Sighing, Hermione turned to face him. "Is that all, Malfoy, or do you enjoy annoying me for no reason at all," she teased, mimicking the smirk that usually adorned his pale face.
"Actually I've something to ask you…" He leaned down to her height and smirked right back, "Do you come here often, Granger?"
Hermione looked past the cocky smile, into his grey-blue eyes. She could see a flicker of hope - he was still desperately trying to fit in as a member of the Light. He wanted to be liked, to prove himself, and she thought that being this nice to her (in his arrogantly Malfoy way) was a rather good start.
"Hmm, saved that one just for me did you? I'm very flattered," she played along.
"Of course I did – you're not as easy to impress as most girls."
His face was very close to hers. She could feel his cool breath on her neck, just below her earlobe. It sent shivers down her spine, but she remained composed.
Mockingly, she raised a hand to her forehead as if to swoon. "Oh, Draco, Draco, I want you, I need you! Be mine!" She dramatically rolled her eyes at the amused young man before her. She stared at him, waiting for his smart-ass reply.
"I thought you would never ask."
Before she could protest, warm lips were crashing down on hers – heat, passion and intensity spread from her lips to her whole body, making the warm day suddenly sweltering. It was better than butterbeer, chocolate after dementors or a flickering fire after a snowball fight. It was unfamiliar, in the best way possible. Fire. It tingled in her fingertips and rendered her incapable of logical thought. She tangled her fingers in his sexy blond locks and ran one over his strong square jawline. Light danced beneath her eyelids as she came up for air and let out a little moan.
"Granger?"
She opened her eyes and saw a confused Draco Malfoy sticking out his hand as if to shake hers.
"Did you hear anything I just said? I said I'm sorry for whatever I've called you over the years and I hope we can be friends and…Granger? Are you alright? Is that . . . drool?" He furrowed a neat brow and cocked his head, a slow smile spreading across his face as he realised she had been day-dreaming.
Hermione smiled half-heartedly.
Friends? Oh, this should be lovely and . . . awkward. Damn you vivid imagination!
A/N: Please Review!