He couldn't't take it anymore. She was so beautiful, yet his enemy. He couldn't't fall for her, she hated him. Yet he couldn't't stay away, he had to think of something to get her...
He slowly stood up, walked past the racks of books. And over to the curly haired girl, who had her face buried in a book. Draco sat down next to her, she lifted her head and looked confused at the white headed boy... 'Yes Draco?' She asked.
Draco was about to answer, when he realized Hermione called him 'Draco' not 'Malfoy' but his first name. Something Potter, Wesley and Hermione never called him by.
'You called me Draco?' Draco whimpered. 'Yes, that is your name. Isn't it' Hermione smirked.
'Well sorry, but you never call me by my first name' Draco nearly spat.
Hermione thought for a second. 'Well when your not being a dick, i don't mind calling you Draco' She smiled.
'I'm never a dick' Draco winked. 'But you are' Hermione sped. 'Prove it' Draco joked.
Hermione signed. 'Fine, your always mean to Harry and Ron, you have no respect for anyone, all you think about is yourself-' Draco cut her off. 'And one more person. I think of another person. More than myself' He admitted.
She was shocked. 'Carry on' He smiled. 'Your always mucking about in class, and never study, you could be smart.' But she was cut off again, by a warm texture meeting her lips. She was shock. Draco was kissing her. But she couldn't't pulled back. She just leaned deeper into the kiss, not wanting it to break.
But oxygen was needed in life... 'I always think of you' Draco smiled kissing her again.