So I was doing some research on time-travel for a project, and inspiration struck! I hope you all like this(:
Preface
He was the first to pull back, his famous smirk on his face. "I know you want me, but we're in my office right now."
I blushed, mortified at my shameless actions. "Y- You tricked me!"
He looked surprised for a moment, before he had on an innocent, angel-sweet face, topped with pleading grey puppy-dog eyes so adorable I felt my knees tremble with the effort to keep upright.
"I tricked you?" He asked softly, a tinge of sadness in those beautiful, deep grey eyes.
"No." I blurted, and tried to grab him so that I could kiss him again, but he took my hands and held them behind my back using a strong hand, grinning.
His other hand returned to its spot on my back- well, under my shirt, actually- pressing me to him, and he chuckled. "Getting eager, are we?"
I frowned.
"You look so cute when you're pouting." He smiled, gazing at me.
I felt blood gush to my cheeks again. "I don't pout!"
"Yes you do!"
"No I don't!"
He raised an eyebrow.
"I won't kiss you unless you pout for me." He winked.
I smirked, trying hard to copy his smirk. "Fine, don't kiss me then."
He pursued his lips and stared hard at me, before giving out a small huff, and rolling his eyes.
"What have you done to me…" He murmured, before bringing his lips to mine again.
Chapter 1
It was the third day of their last year in Hogwarts.
Having spent a year on the run, Hermione found that her senses had grown sharper. She noticed all the little things now- how Ron would shake his legs incessantly when he was stuck at a question, how Professor Binns lifted his left foot just a little higher than his right foot when he attempted to walk, how Blaise Zabini fugitively snuck glances at Ginny with a sly, almost embarrassed grin on his face.
The thing that struck her the most, however, was the way Draco Malfoy would look at her.
It was a look that was capable of driving her up the wall- had she not already gone crazy from the stress of the NEWTS- as if he knew something about her that she didn't know.
That look in those silver-grey eyes… it was indescribable; too full of emotions; brimming with deep, dark secrets.
And the worst thing was, he knew it drove her to the brink of insanity; induced a torrent of emotions in her, but he did it every single day- he looked at her.
It was on this day, just after Charms when Slytherin and Gryffindor had their hour-long break, that he had shot her that look again.
She had used up just about all her tolerance for Charms, and now, she blew.
"DRACO MALFOY!" She cried shrilly, stalking over to him. "YOU!"
He raised an eyebrow, his pale, sharp features twisting themselves to form a sneer. "Yes, Granger?"
It was her overly-sharpened senses telling her that disgusted sneer on his face was but a mask, hiding his true emotions.
All eyes in the corridor were on them now- even those of the portraits'.
"YOU. STOP. GIVING. ME. THOSE. LOOKS!" She demanded, jabbing her finger in the air towards him menacingly with each viciously enunciated word.
He took a step back. "Woah, Granger! Wouldn't want your fingers dirtying my robes now, would we?"
She let out a frustrated huff, more angry at herself for falling into his trap than she was at him.
"I didn't think you'd notice me, Granger. Could it be that… you have a crush on me?" He smirked, and the few Slytherins behind him sniggered.
"NEVER!" She yelled, seeing red now.
His arrogant smirk widened, and his eyes took on a knowing look. "I think I'd know better, little Ms Granger."
Harry and Ron had come over by now, and flanked her.
"Poor Malfoy. Where's daddykins?" Ron mocked, placing himself in front of Hermione.
His smirk vanished instantly, replaced by a terrifying beautiful curl of his lips as he snarled, his silver-grey eyes were raging.
"Drop it, Ron." Harry said, noticing the look in Malfoy's eyes. It was low of Ron to do that- use Mafoy's father as an excuse to hurt the already bleeding boy.
Mafoy's eyes travelled to Harry's, before finding for Hermione's.
"Watch it, Mudblood." He hissed, before walking away with long, powerful strides.
She sighed. "I'm going to the library. Are you coming?"
Ron and Harry shook their heads.
"Quidditch." Harry grinned sheepishly.
She nodded, somewhat understandingly. "I'll see you later."
After a hug and a few smiles, she turned and strode towards the library at a face-pace, eager to start on her essays.
There were footsteps behind her.
Suddenly, a hand pressed itself over her mouth as an arm snaked itself across her waist, dragging her backwards.
She struggled, fearful, but whoever it was let go of her as soon as they were in the shadows.
She turned, wand at the ready, and was greeted by stark gold hair and a familiar pair of dark silver-grey eyes- and that stare.
Why? Why did Malfoy have to torment her so?
"I mean no harm." He said, his hands raised in surrender.
This close to him, she couldn't help but notice how enticing his lips looked, and how deep his silver eyes were. What was more, the colour of his right eye was a shade darker than his left. Which was weird. Was it the lighting?
It did give him an edge, though- a mysterious, sexy edge…
"Your dreamy gaze leads me to the conclusion that you are in love with me." He grinned, winking.
She was more than a little taken aback.
He was grinning! A boyish, crooked grin that lit up those dark silver eyes and brightened his whole face, making him look impossibly handsome.
"Here." He said, taking her hand and prying it open gently.
She was too stunned for words.
Draco Malfoy was gentle. To her.
And his hand- his warm touch…
He placed something cool in her palm, and made her wrap her fingers around it.
She looked at it, and saw that it was a strange, golden object, with a chain around it.
"Keep it safe." He said softly, his gaze boring into hers.
She cleared her throat, and looked at him defiantly. "Why should I?"
He smirked. "You will, Hermione. I know you will."
She was flabbergasted.
The way he had purred her name sent a fuzzy feeling through her and made her heart beat faster.
"W- why are you giving me this?" She managed to stammer.
"You told me to." He replied, not a single hint of dishonesty on his face.
He grinned at her again, and her traitorous heart leapt several times more.
"Remember this grin." He said, "You won't be seeing it for a long time after today."
He leaned forward, and placed a sweet, feather-light kiss on her forehead.
And then, he was gone, disappearing around the corner, leaving her with the golden object, a rapidly beating heart, and a tingly feeling where his lips had touched her.
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