A/N Just to let you guys know I didn't include the girl's name in this little…uhm…drabble. This is merely because I couldn't come up with a clever enough British English name for her.

Disclaimer Harry Potter (c) to the ever so brilliant and most clever J.K. Rowling.


She leaned in, and Draco's eyes widened. Her lips were soft and fluffy. She was kissing him slowly, almost sweetly, something of which was unfamiliar to him. His eyes fluttered closed, enjoying the soft touch of her lips on his icy, cold ones.

The kiss was slow and sensual, neither teenager feeling the need to fight for dominance. It was odd, Draco had to admit, for he was usually the one in control, but either way, it felt nice.

Both pairs of lips moved together in unison. He could easily tell that she was out of practice just as he was. No one had ever kissed him like they had meant it, unless it was his mother. And that was only on the cheek or that on the forehead.

She was the first to pull away, backing away from him, rather ever so slowly, as if she was afraid she'd scare him away by kissing him.

Running away was the last thing on Draco's mind.

Draco watched her in slight amusement as she played with her hair, fidgeting, stalling for time, before she dropped her hands back down toward her sides and took a deep breath and exhaled.

Preparing herself, he thought. But for what, he didn't know, and that was what kept his mouth shut, not saying what was on his mind for once in his life. He didn't want to scare her off, he suddenly realized, because he wanted to know what was…on the tip of her tongue.

Draco shook his head.

He pushed those thoughts aside for once, if not for himself, then at least for her because she wasn't that typical girl that asked for more. She wasn't anything like Pansy.

And Pansy had nothing on her, if that was any consolation.

Draco thought it was.

That had to at least count for something, right?

It did to him. And that was all that mattered to him at the moment.

She finally met his silent, amused and curious gaze with a rather timid and shy, yet determined look in her eyes.

She feels small, he thought with a slight smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth as he watched her silently still, yet ever curious.

There was a glint in her eyes nonetheless, however, as she finally stuttered out, "How-how was that?" she asked rather timidly, looking up at him with a questioning, fearful glance, as if she was afraid that she had done him wrong by kissing him.

Draco didn't know how to respond, at least…not coherently anyway. He wanted to feel again, feel her against his lips again. The war had taken all feeling away from Draco, and he wanted it back desperately. He couldn't recall the last time he felt something other than numbness.

Could she be the one? To make him feel again? He didn't know. But that didn't mean that he'd stop kissing her.

No. No, he wouldn't. He quite liked having her against his lips. He felt more like himself than he had had in a long time, as he answered her with another kiss.

He felt her smile into their second kiss.


A/N This is my first time writing anything…well, remotely romantic. Please tell me how I did. It's not long, I know, but I didn't want it to be. I had wanted it to be short and sweet. And practice, before getting into the actual romance with my multi-chapter Draco/OC story. It's called Saving Grace. You can find it on my profile, under "My Stories" (of course).

Reviews are much obliged! Flames'll be burnt to a crisp. ^^