A/N: I wrote this just this summer and I don't really know what it was for or why I wrote it. Although, it was originally supposed to be Hermione/Ron, but seeing as I am a very large Draco/Hermione shipper, here you go. It's not necessarily fluffy or angsty or whatever. Just a bunch of run-on sentences and things. From Hermione's P.O.V. And, as a disclaimer, I do not own any of the characters or anything related to or affiliated with J.K. Rowling or Warner Brothers or Harry Potter. Yes, I lead a very sad life.

Easier Said Than Done

He asked me for a kiss.

Not at all disturbed or weirded out by his uncalled for question. He didn't even lace his words with hints of seduction nor did he offer little bits of subtle flirting. He just asked me for a kiss, flat-out, much like one would ask for some parchment or a glass of pumpkin juice or anything else, practically, other than a kiss. Which, incidentally, is what he had asked for.

He went up to me and said hey can I kiss you like it was something you would say to a muggle-born girl you've hated for the longest time ever. And he was all serious about it too, because the permanent smirk that was plastered on his face had been mysteriously replaced by a very solid and serious expression.

And very very wet lips.

And I couldn't decide where to look or even pretend to look, because his lips were big and full and wet and they pouted at me! Oh, but his eyes; they were something else entirely. They were this wonderful wonderful hue of grey, like the grey of the sky during a storm. His normally slicked back and brushed down hair was now properly disheveled and properly blonde, almost white.

He didn't push me to speak or even acknowledge him, he just sat there, staring at me, and I couldn't help it and as the silence grew thin, I uttered the name that struck fear into the hearts of many, but made mine burn.

"Draco."

Then, without questions nor pretensions, he brought his face close to mine and we were kissing like we'd never exchanged insults or sneers or even dead-on glares, and we were kissing like we'd exchanged even the slightest amount of physical exertion ever possible. And I knew it was wrong because Draco Malfoy has done nothing but cause not only me, but also Harry and Ron and everybody else so much damage that this should not have happened in the first place. And I knew this in my head and I kept on telling myself to stop stop stop.

And, the funny thing is, I didn't.


A/N: Ha. So what did you all think? This is not how I normally write fan fiction, but I found it appropriate. Tell me what you think!