Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter. Duhh
The presence of guilt lingered across her lips. What was she doing, he was not hers to kiss. But he was a god in disguise, a tempter at their best. Surely he knew as well as she did that this was wrong. But then again, who was the Government to tell them how they should feel. She was in love, and he was well….that didn't matter. She felt honored that he chose to be with her.
Curled up in his slightly tanned arms, she felt safe and secure, knowing that nothing could harm her whilst he was around. He was her knight in shinning armor, her prince charming, the Corey to her Topanga.
Her heart ached when they were apart, like a beat out of place, mourning the absence of its other half. Hermione Granger knew what she felt was love in its purest form. But what did he feel? As much as she wanted to believe that he shared her devotion, it just wasn't true. She had a strange feeling that this wasn't real, that the only thing he saw in her was sex appeal.
The scene played in her head like a movie reel on a continuous loop. Only a few hours ago she was with him in his dormitory. She could still feel his hot breath on her neck, his scent wafting through the air. Hermione shuddered. She felt ashamed, yet aroused by the thoughts of what she had done. His luscious white blonde hair slightly spiked at the front, his deep grey eyes, burning fiercely into her brown ones. The cocky smirk she had once loathed now sent shivers of ecstasy down her spine. Draco was all she could think about as of lately.
A/N : Hey you guys, this is my first fan fiction, so I thought I'd tell you a few things about myself. For starters I love Harry Potter, obviously : I just finished up my Junior year, and am currently on summer break, therefore, if this story does take off, I'll have plenty of time to update. Tell me what you think. Should I continue with this plot line?
