Peppermint and Peaches
By silkyblackboxers
The next thing I knew my body was slammed up against the wall and Draco's hands were on my shoulders. I had absolutely no idea what happened or why he did that. By the way that hurt. When I opened my eyes, his ace was a mere 3 inches from mine.
"Ugh! Mal—I mean Draco, what in bloody hell are you doing?" I demanded as I furrowed my brows in confusion.
No reply. He merely stared at me in a very uncomfortable kind of way. Now, don't get me wrong or anything I did like it when Draco looked at me… just not like this. I fancied him actually, or as Ginny would put it "a tad bit obsessed," ever since we started doing our Head duties together. Once you get to know Draco he isn't an arrogant prat after all. He's quite sweet guy really. Anyway, I was getting distracted, moving on…
"Psst! Draco! We still need to patrol two more floors. And I'm tired. I just want to get this over with. So can we please get goi—"
He finally closed the gap between us, with his lips that is. Damn! He's got soft lips. 'Wait? what on earth is he doing? I knew Heads should be civilized to one another, but not this civilized… Hermione, you idiot! He's here kissing you and what are you doing? Thinking about being civilized? Bloody hell! Dammit 'Mione! You really, really like him! Go on… kiss him back, woman!' I thought.
So I did.
As I returned his kiss, I wrapped my arms his neck and hisfingers got tangled up in my very messy hair. Somehow our tongues started… erm, "dancing," you could say. Merlin! He's a good—no that'd be an understatement—a damn excellent kisser. Way better than Ron. Yes, I snogged Ron… once or twice. Alright maybe a few times. And here I thought Ron was good… now, he just seems really sloppy.
We both parted, gasping for air. Although, we very reluctantly did so. If we could survive without the need to breathe, then we wouldn't have ended that kiss… or at least I wouldn't. There was a moment of awkwardness. But only a moment. After that we both smiled. No, correction, I smiled… he smirked. Oh God! I love that trademark smirk of his.
He took my very small hand in his large, gentle one and we continued our patrol. Holding hands, of course. Fingers laced, might I add.
"If you must know Hermione, you are an extremely good kisser."
"Thank you. Not too bad yourself." I lied, since he was better than I was.
"Just "Not too bad"?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Fine. I lied. That was an excellent kiss. Best one I've had in fact. You could be some Greek god of Snogging or something." Great. I just boosted his already-large ego.
"Well, after all, I am a Malfoy." I simply rolled my eyes.
'Funny. That kiss tasted like… peppermint.' I realized.
"Draco, did you know that you taste like peppermint?" I chuckled.
"Hermione, darling, I absolutely love the way you taste. Just like perfectly ripe peaches. And you know how much I love how peaches taste."
'He does love peaches. They're his favorite. I always see him eating them.' I grinned at that thought.
As we walked back up to the dorm we shared, I rested my head on his shoulders and his arm went around my waist.
"'Mione, can I call you Peaches from now on? I mean… only if it's absolutely alright with you." He asked rather nervously.
"Sure. Only if you agree that I call you Peppermint."
"Ugh. Agreed," he groaned.
End.
A/n: Ugh… I know, sucky ending!
