This was started as a response to LJ community DramioneDrabble's 2010 Valentine's Day Challenge entitled 7 Kisses. Since most everyone was predictably going to be writing post-war stories, I originally meant to write a Draco/Hermione relationship from when they were kids, maybe a bit AU since it would be hard to justify the Malfoys ever showing up in Muggle society but could be done. Then I had some inspiration. There were seven years at Hogwarts. Could I write a kiss for each year? Could I keep it within canon? What follows is my endeavor: an Anti-Romance Drama. I warn you, it will start out pretty disturbing.

Disclaimer: I do not own HP, Draco or Hermione and make no money off of this. It's just for fun, people!

Prompt: First Kiss

First Year: Searching for the Philosopher's Stone

Word Count: 336

Warnings: Non-con kiss

Researching late on a school night found Hermione practically alone in the library. Needing more information, she went hunting through the stacks.

"Well, well, look who we found--the Gryffindor bookworm inching her way between shelves," came a sneer from behind her.

Hermione jumped around to find none other than that ferret, Draco Malfoy, and his cronies, leering just feet away from her.

Frightened, but not willing to show it, she lashed out, "What do you want, Malfoy? I didn't think you had any interest in real reading."

"Oh, I love a good story. Of course, what I am most interested in is in the ..." his eyes quickly raked her once, down and back up, "restricted section."

Hermione blanched. Could he have known that they had snuck in there?

His look held mischeif and she instinctively stepped back. "Those are dangerous. That's why they're restricted."

Malfoy sensed the fear in his prey and he advanced forward. "Oh, I know the risks," he said heatedly. "They are not as bad as all that. Not any worse than the Muggle-tainted filth standing before me." His derision poured forth as he backed her into a bookshelf.

Her breathing had quickened but she wouldn't run, instead thrusting her words at him. "I'm magical, same as you. I have every right to be here."

"You are not the same as me at all!" he hissed, nostrils flairing, incensed that she would equate the two of them. "Perhaps a lesson in differences is needed."

Before she could retaliate, he pinned her to the shelves, kissing her angrily, pressing his boy's body into hers. She immediately fought back, pushing against him and squirming her way to one side. Their release formed an audible pop.

Outraged, she stood there panting.

Malfoy wiped the dirt from his robes. "Come, boys, I have finished pursuing knowledge for tonight." With a haughty smirk he turned and walked off, the two goons following.

Shocked beyond reason, all she knew was the taste of patchouli on her lips.