Why won't she just shut up? Draco thought miserably as he sat next to his potion's partner in the library. Of course, his dear god father thought it was hilarious to pair him up with Hermione Granger. Now he was sentenced to sitting in the library with her as she prattled on and on with her never ending list of facts. It was bloody annoying and he didn't understand how she could know ALL OF THIS. He nodded occasionally and said "I agree" at the right times but now he was regretting pretending to listen.
He looked over at the brunette across from him and nearly smiled. Her hair was longer and more tamed then in her first through third year and she looked reasonably pretty. She had soft, pink lips and a kind face. Nothing that Draco Malfoy would ever like of course, but she was pretty. Draco watched in fascination as she continued to drone on and on about some plant in the potion, her lips moving quickly and her cheeks flushed, obviously excited about something.
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He wasn't about to waste an evening listening to Granger talk about the effects plants had. He stood up, nearly smiling again at her shocked face, and leaned over. He planted a firm kiss on her lips and cradled her face in between his hands. Seconds past with no response before slowly Gra- no, Hermione began to kiss back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
Draco carefully broke the kiss after a few minutes to breathe. "Hermione," he whispered softly "Please shut up from time to time. A bloke can only stand so much talking before he has to take darastic measures to make you shut up."Hermione smiled and kissed him softly. "I think I'll talk more often if I can get this reaction again." Draco groaned. "Wicked witch." And proceeded to kiss her senseless.