He paced the corridor, waiting impatiently for the return of his girlfriend. He was in the mood for some serious action and when he saw a mass of brown hair turn the corner he grabbed her and began to violently make out with her, she seemed to protest greatly which was slightly out of her character, so he opened his eyes. Well, the horrified yelp helped too. To his surprise his lips were locked with none other than Hermione Granger! He pushed her away as soon as he had seen who she was but that didn't seem to stop Pansy leaving in a hurry, not managing to hold back her wracking sobs. Draco turned his head accusingly towards the distressed Gryffindor. "Look what you did!" he screeched angrily. "My fault?!" she was trying to fix her robes, which Draco had practically torn to shreds. They spent a moment glaring at each other blaming each other silently for what had happened between them. Just as Hermione opened her mouth to speak, Draco licked his lips and his signature smirk was plastered over his features as she blushed. "What is it Malfoy?!" she asked, eager to hear his answer. "You're wearing strawberry lip gloss. Aren't you?" She looked down at the floor and turned a deep shade of red. "I knew it, you were going to meet your Won-Won!" he laughed his egotistical laugh and she was utterly infuriated. "Yes! Yes! Okay, I was going to see Ron, but you had to steal my first kiss! You- You- Stupid Git!" he smirked at her statement, not taking any offence by the rude names that this mudblood was calling him. He was merely taking pleasure in causing her distress. In a fit of rage she had pulled out her wand on him, but he had expected this and disarmed her with a quick 'Expelliarmus'. He closed the space between them and pulled her in for another kiss, this one much longer. Leaving her puzzled by his sudden action and by his use of tongue. Her body unconsciously went along with this and she started using her own. And as soon as she realized what she was doing, she drew herself away from him quickly. "If you be so kind as to tell me, what in the seven bloody hells was that?!" he again, smirked and pushed her up against the wall of the dimly lit hallway. He felt her face heat up at this violation of personal space by her best friend's, mortal enemy. "Come on mudblood, what have we got to lose?" he whispered into her light brown curls as he slid his fingers down her chest, slowly unbuttoning as he did so. "Our dignity!" she screamed back at him, obviously not tempted by his words. But when she pushed him away, even slightly she began to realize that she liked the attention she was getting. There was a certain quality to kissing a Slytherin boy, who has (had) a girlfriend. And what did she have to lose? But she had to put these thoughts out of her head-Eeek! Draco was going too far by touching too close to her breasts and she would have none of it. She pulled back and slapped him hard across the face. He staggered back and hissed in pain, "Yikes, what was that for Granger?" "How can you even ask that?!" she looked at him in disbelief. He looked at her and she tried to make herself look as if she had not just been ravaged. She bent down to pick up her wand, and as she began to walk away she looked back at Draco. His look almost caused her to regret her decision.
Almost.