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THE KISS
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I looked at him, all 6 years ofintense dislikemelting away inexplicably into soft yearning. My breath caught in my throat as he inched closer and closer, his breath teasing my lips, his body warmth tingling my skin. I remained motionless, unable to move away from this newly-realised heavenly being standing so close to me. His eyes were a misty gray, forcefully reminded me of heavy swirling fogs, cocooning me in their relentless need. Subconsciously my tongue snaked out and wetted my lips, dry as they had suddenly become and I became aware of the same dryness burning up the back of my mouth. It was then that I knew all I've ever needed right there and then was to capture the pair of moist lips hovering in front of me with mine. How luscious those lips looked right then. So soft, so tender.
My eyes flitted close unwarily succumbing to the power of attraction and lust in the air. My stubbornly dry lips parted slightly in anticipation. I couldn't wait any longer. I started to lean forward the same time he did and oh, the tremendous emotion that arose the moment we touched lips could've blown me off my feet and yet the same power of attraction held me firmly grounded. My eyelids fluttered as he applied pressure ever so slightly to the kiss.
The kiss.
It was intoxicating, just thinking of the mere fact that we were sharing a kiss. Such a simple gesture and yet so wonderful the effect. I knew I did not want to tear myself away for fear of forgetting how beautiful I felt that moment. Then his finger lightly touched my cheek and I was proven wrong. If I had felt beautiful, the touch of his gentle finger carressing my tender cheek made me feel like a flaming goddess. Flaming with the power that only intimacy could create.
His lips parted then and a shock of thrill coursed through my body. The possibilities just became seductive as I slid my tongue across his lips. I had to fight down the soft scream of pleasure bubbling fierily inside of me, probably fuelled by the thousand cupid-sent butterflies giggling in the pits of my stomach. I felt a shiver run through his body and my excitement escalated. Just knowing that I had been the one to emanate pleasure to him was enough to send my head into a million dizzy spells.
With my touches I was rewarded with his own tongue snaking over his blessed lips and over mine, eliciting a sudden girlish gasp from me I never knew I had been surpressing. It was amazing, the way he knew exactly what to do to push me into further mortal bliss. This, I decided was my sanctuary. His lips, his tongue, his caresses, his body, his warmth ... all conglomerating into one perfect hideaway, a utopia I hoped fervently belonged to only myself.
As if in response to my thoughts, I felt his arms, oh those marvelous toned arms, encircling my small waist, prodding me ever so much more closer to him. So close my torso was pressed lightly against him, the feeling of which was so heady I started to see bright lights even though my eyes were closed. I felt my inner self starting to fall from sanity, from reality as we became lost in the mere spell of our simple kiss. So lost we were that we didn't even notice the lights getting brighter and brighter until ...
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HER MALFOY?"
I jumped about as high as ten feet, my heartbeat suddenly dancing a race. Reality came crashing down so hard I had to breathe before I remembered who I was and what I was doing. I am Hermione Granger and I had been kissing my mortal enemy.