HARRY POTTER DOES NOT BELONG TO ME, IF NOT I'VE DONE OBVIOUS HINTS OF DRAMIONE IN THE BOOKS

I was sitting in a small cafe in Diagon Alley, playing with my food. Bacon and eggs don't appeal much to me nowadays. I popped into my mouth. Tasteless. Everything seems tasteless to me right now, now that I think of it.

I slouched on my seat and looked at people passing by, my brown plait hanging down from my head. Pretty comfortable too, now that I think of it. Screw ladylike ways. I'm going to do it my way--until this man came by, smirking.

"I thought Hermione Granger would never slouch down, so unladylike." he said.

I quickly regained my usual Hermione-ish posture, dignified and regal, almost matching up to king of so-called dignity and regalness himself, who is watching me with those gorgeous steely eyes--hold a sec.

Did I just think gorgeous?

I meant dull, steely eyes, it was almost attracting my eyes to repel its stare--

Stop it!!!!!!!! Don't repel, don't repel...

Ah. I've did it. Stared at him back, with undisguised, surprising, lustfulness. Now that I think of it, Draco Malfoy might be the hottest scum I've ever met in my whole life.

Cross that 'might'. He is the hottest scum I've ever met in my whole life.

I dropped my gaze and began hastily chewing the bacon. As I swallowed down the last fry, he was still there, looking at me amusedly with a hint of smile playing at his lips. Hm?

"Drop it, Malfoy. Why are you staring at me? Never seen a woman eat bacon before?" I asked exasperatedly, with a sense of half-heartedness. Yeah. I like the steely eyes. So....sexy.

HAH?!! I JUST SAID 'So....sexy' in front of DRACO MALFOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I just realized, I put a lot of emphasis on 'sexy'. I don't want to f*cked up, please no!

"Who's sexy, Granger?" He asked, slowly seducing, his fingers lingering on my lips.

I got shivers,
When you touch my face,
I'll make you hot,
Get all you got,
I'll make you wanna say

My breaths were coming shorter.....I hadn't felt like this since.......the first time he looked at me in first year? Even though I snogged Ron when I was 17, it felt like nothing, just emptiness. Passionate? Uh-uh. I knew that right. Ron has left me for a young Gabrielle Delacour, his own sister-in-law!

"I wonder...." I taunted, my eyes narrowing slightly. His fingers moved to my chin.

"Don't you want a look round, Her-mi-o-ne?" Malfoy said my name, slowly, syllable by syllable, lifting my chin.

"I'd rather not, he is right here in front of my eyes." I answered, then on my feet, I stood up and kissed him. I could feel the burn of his lips, the passion firing through my body as if I've drinking a vat of Firewhisky.

I got fever,
Running like a fire,
For you I will go all the way,
I gonna take you higher
I keep it steady
'Cause steady is how I do it.
This beat is heavy, so heavy,
You gonna feel it.

What it seemed like a lifetime, which had only been a few minutes, we let off.

"I'll see you.....later, Granger...." he whispered, leaving a hot breath in my ears.

Somehow, I wondered if it's a dream.