Kissing. It was a bit of a fire and ice sensation. At first their lips were burning against one another. Granger would have described it best as a warning to stop, an opportunity to separate and fully admire the consequences of sharing such a passionate action with him. Admire, of course, because there was something beautifully wrong with what they were doing. It was hardly a minute later when the soft pecks that melded together flawlessly became panicked. Whenever Hermione breathed in the air was icy, and when Draco's tongue first brushed hers it felt like snow in her mouth. Anxiety coursed through her veins but it was no longer a dangerous feeling cautioning her to end the contact. No, it was an encouragement to hold him closer and to kiss him deeper.


A/N: This is just a paragraph I ripped from a fanfiction I'm writting on my tumblr. For some reason I was very pleased with this paragraph. Maybe it's because I was able to draw from my own experience, maybe its because I felt it completely accurate in its description. I'm not sure but I really enjoyed it and that so rarely happens. I hope this tiny bit made you smile even just a little.

Thanks for reading it.