AN: Hey guys! I wrote a new fanfic:) It's kind of OOC, but whatever! It's fanfiction! Enjoy:)
Disclaimer: i don't own harry potter! If I did, why would I be writing fanfics?
Kiss Me Through The Bars
I think I was starting to become claustrophobic. It felt like the walls were closing in on me. I've been in Azkaban for a month and I'm already going mad. I just hoped I could stay sane enough before I left in three months. I had switched sides during the battle of Hogwarts, and even saved many lives. My stay would be a lot shorter than my father's. He would stay here until the day he died.
"Draco Malfoy," a raspy voice whispered, "You have a visitor." I glanced at where the voice was coming from. It was Filch. He decided after the war that he wanted to work at the prison so he could "punish" people in ways he wasn't allowed to in Hogwarts. I shuffled over to the bars.
"Hello Draco."
"Granger." We stood there staring at each other. She sure had changed a lot over the years. She didn't have that bossy I'm-better-than-you-in-school air about her. Her bushy hair had changed into soft curls framing her face. I wouldn't admit it to anyone, but she sure looked beautiful. Her pink tank top hugged her figure well and her skinny jeans hugged her curves. She wore no make up like always, but she didn't need it.
"You look so different than when I last saw you," she commented.
"You too." More silence.
"How long are you here?"
"Three more months."
"That's good."
"Good? When I get out Pansy will be all over me," I joked.
"Actually I heard that she was dating Blaise Zabini."
"Really? Am I the only one without a girlfriend? You're still dating Weasley right?"
"It's Ron. No, we broke up," she answered.
"Oh I'm so sorry." I was surprised when it wasn't a lie.
"It's fine," she assured me.
"If you say so."
"Well I better get going. I have a party to get to."
"Wait Hermione!" I called.
"You called me Hermione."
"Well you called me Draco."
"Touche."
"I like talking to you," I admitted.
"Do you want to know why Ron and I broke up?" she asked.
"Sure." She walked over so she was right in front of me.
"I'm interested in someone else," she whispered. She kissed me on the cheek. When she turned, I grabbed her wrist. Her head spun around. Then I kissed her through the bars. Her hands went twisting in my hair and mine went in hers. It was probably the best kiss I ever had. We pulled apart gasping for air.
"I love you," she breathed in my ear.
"I love you too." Then she left. Just knowing her feelings would probably make the next three months even more bearable.
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