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Backseat Kiss
Being with Draco is like a backseat kiss.
The kiss that can't linger too long for fear of the parents finding out. Or, in this case, Harry and Ron.
His kisses aren't fumbling like that of a first date who was driven by their parents. No, his kisses make her dizzy. They leave her strung out on a high that's better that any drug.
They're hot and they're sure and they leave her wanting more.
So much more.
Of course, Draco is more than willing to fulfill her needs.
When Hermione is with Draco, she feels wild.
Free.
And she loves it.
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She loves alot of things.
She loves the way he tangles his long fingers in her hair when he kisses her.
The way he shivers when she kisses that spot behind his ear, just there.
She loves the way he tries to protect her in that aloof, roundabout way of his.
She loves him.
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She knows they could get caught, and that the ride would end in a very messy way. Like a car crash, all twisted metal and mangled bodies.
She tries not to think about it, but the truth is hard to ignore.
Draco is her backseat kiss, and she knows that there is no parent up front to scold them when things go too far.
It's up to them to stop, and knowing this, Hermione never wants to.
Finis
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