A Mudblood's Kiss
"You foul loathsome evil little cockroach!" Hermione barked at Draco's immaculate snow-white face. Within moments her fist was flying right for his pointed nose, until she could no longer stop her infuriated arm. It hit him square in the nose and he crouched down in such agony, his pearl like hair shielding his pain stricken face. Hermione couldn't believe what she had done. She felt a sick satisfaction rush through her blood and into her heart. At that moment Draco slowly lifted his head up and looked right at Hermione through his tortured eyes. They both felt something that they had never felt before. It wasn't anger, or hate, or jealousy, but they didn't know what it was. All they knew was that it was there and it was pulling them closer by the second like a magnet. They couldn't stop themselves from inching ever so slowly towards each other's faces. Finally, Hermione couldn't take the anticipation any longer. She reached out and this time, she didn't punch him the face, but instead grabbed him by the collar of his robes and pulled his lips onto hers. It was unlike anything either of them had ever felt before. All the hate, all the anger was washed away and replaced with a hunger for love. Her hand slowly sliding up his neck, and into his pure, unblemished locks of yellow hair. Adrenaline rushed through her veins and up her spine, into his lips. He invited her into his heart, and she entered without looking back. They pulled away staring right at each other, completely dumbfounded at what had just happened. Hermione cheeks were flushed, and she could see the redness spreading across his fair skin. Out of the corner of her she spotted Harry and Ron looking extremely confused and indignant. "Beat it Malfoy and stop messing with her!" Ron spat. Draco opened his mouth to respond but he had no words, for Hermione had stolen them all right from his mouth. He wasn't messing with her, what he felt was real. Hermione had a strange guilty feeling hanging over her head, so much so that she couldn't look at Harry or Ron. Her impulses kicked in again and she bolted up the hill and to the castle.
"You keep your filthy hands off of her Malfoy!" Harry threatened, and with that he grabbed Ron by the shoulder and tugged him away. "That evil prat, probably spiked her tea with love potion or something," said Ron worriedly. "Yeah or even worse put her under some sort of spell," Harry said. "Literally!" Ron spat very un-sarcastically. As Harry and Ron continued their way up the hill, they could sense Malfoy and his cronies snickering their way towards them. "Hey Potter…Weasly," Draco nodded in their direction. "What do you want?" Shouted Ron jumping at him. "Hey slow down their Weasley, You don't want to end up like Granger do you?" Crabbe and Goyle taunted. "Turns out mudbloods aren't so bad after all Ay Potter!" Said Malfoy strutting away. Ron then grabbed Harry's arm and said, "Come on Harry, let's go find Hermione before he does!"