EDIT: So I looked back at this, and groaned, and decided to re-write it. And here's the first chapter (again!)
Sorry for not updating anything in ages, I had writers block DX does anyone have any cures for writers block? I'd love to know!
Disclaimer: If Harry Potter belonged to me, then I would be the happiest person alive. Sadly, it doesn't, therefore, I'm not.
His body pressed against mine, and I smelt his smell, his sweet, irresistible smell, which filled my nose, and drove me crazy. He pressed his lips gently to mine, and I could taste the faint, bitter taste of alcohol on them. His hands were on either side of my head, pinning me to the wall behind me. I wasn't trapped; I could escape if I wanted to. I wasn't sure if I wanted to run, or stay and face the consequences. I decided to stay, my temptation winning against my common sense. I'd lusted after him for ages, staring at his back during lunch and lessons, daydreaming about what could be between us. I wasn't going to give up now.
He nibbled on my lower lip, and a soft moan escaped me. He had hit my sensitive spot. His tongue seized it's chance, and darted in my mouth, eager to explore. I let it, loving his taste and feel. His hands moved from the wall, and up my shirt, pressing our bodies into one, closing whatever space there had been between us. I was in heaven, and I wanted to savour the moment, but someone had other ideas.
BANG! The door opened, and he was gone, pulled backwards out of the broom cupboard by a silhouette. I flinched at the sudden light,
"Granger?" a voice said. "Draco, you were kissing Granger?" the voice was filled with disgust, and I recognised it as Pansy Parkinson, Malfoy's on and off girlfriend. He mumbled something in reply, and Parkinson marched off, dragging him behind her. I breathed, releasing the breath I hadn't realised I had held.
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