This is my first story. I was going to make this a one-shot but I'm not sure now.
Your honest feedback is much appreciated – enjoy
The night was dark and Draco Malfoy was ready to finish his Prefect patrol. It was a late Thursday evening at Hogwarts and his final stop of the night was the library.
The sound of his boots were heavy along the stone floor and the lights in the library were already dim – it looked like Madam Pince had already cleared out for the night.
A quick patrol through the first few aisles seemed sufficient. As Draco turned to make his way out of the library and back towards the Slytherin Common Room, he heard a loud sigh and the slamming of a book. At 1:30 a.m. on a Thursday, it could only mean one thing: Hermione Granger. With a smug grin and a renewed sense of purpose, Draco marched towards the offending sound.
What he saw when he found Hermione were scattered books and hunched shoulders; she was writing furiously on the parchment before her. Draco leaned against a chair behind her and cleared his throat.
Hermione looked up wildly, clearly not expecting the interruption and oblivious to the previous noise of Draco's approach. When she spotted Malfoy behind her, she rolled her eyes, "What are you doing here, Malfoy?"
"I'm doing my job, Granger. It's past curfew and I have the pleasure of kicking you out of here," said Draco, a smiling creeping up his face.
Hermione quickly whipped back around towards her parchment and continued scribbling, "Bugger off, Malfoy. I'm working."
Malfoy sauntered forward and leaned in closely, whispering softly into Hermione's ear, "You're a Prefect, Granger, you know the rules. You can't be in here past curfew and alone."
The suggestive tone of his voice was not lost on Hermione. Her hand froze and she felt a warmth spread throughout her body. Draco maneuvered himself so he stood facing her, clearing the space next to Hermione.
Hermione looked up at him, cheeks flushed and with unsure eyes. The two stared at each other – words being spoken with no sound.
Hermione broke eye contact first and started packing up her things. She hastily stuffed books and parchment in her bag, as Draco looked on, an amused grin upon his face. As she stood and turned to leave, she mumbled a quiet good night. Draco quickly grabbed her elbow and spun her around to face him.
Their proximity was close, too close. The mixing of their scents was intoxicating. She smelt of lavender and he, of sandalwood. He felt her shaking slightly in his grasp and he inhaled deeply, breathing in the wonderful scent that is Hermione Granger.
He pulled her in closer. Their bodies were flush against each other and heat hung in the air between them. With two fingers, Draco tilted Hermione's chin up towards his face and stared into her wide and fearful eyes.
"You are beautiful," he whispered to her and her insides knotted inside.
"You know we can't do this, why are you torturing us both?" Hermione said, a slight hitch in her voice.
"We can do this," Draco responded, relishing in the softness of her skin first, then her lips with his fingertip, "this feels so right."
"I'm scared you'll hurt me," she confessed.
"So am I," Draco breathed, as his lips grazed gently along Hermione's.