AN: Written for a prompt on Facebook; I hope you enjoy it. I do like Dramione. ;)
Lipstick
Draco Malfoy sped around the corners of corridors so quickly one would assume he was on the run from something, which in fact he kind of was. Pansy Parkinson stood dumbfounded, staring at the spot that Draco had been standing in just seconds ago; she would think he'd Disapparated, except that it was impossible to achieve inside Hogwarts. Pansy narrowed her brown eyes into slits. He was avoiding her. Angrily, she stomped off to the Slytherin common room. She would confront him later and he would be sorry for ditching her so suddenly.
Hermione Granger stared into the small round compact mirror in her hand, marveling at her red lips. She continued to stare at her reflection, silently impressed that lipstick had made this much of a difference to her appearance; she didn't wear makeup often, and the lusciousness of the lipstick made her feel strangely more confident and proud.
Draco Malfoy rounded the corner just as Hermione looked up from her compact mirror, and her eyes widened just as their gazes locked and they both realised that Draco was going too fast to stop himself in time.
Draco ran headlong into Hermione, his arms automatically stretching around her to steady himself so that neither of them stumbled over from his momentum. Hermione, shocked, was unable to convince her body to move itself and as a result she could only stare numbly at Malfoy as they collided; her compact mirror tumbled out of her hand and fell to the stone floor with a crack, and instead of turning her head she remained still; Draco's lips crashed down on hers and she was overwhelmed by the warmth and softness of him.
After a moment they pulled away from each other, and a silence elapsed as they both stared at one another in shock, confusion and embarrassment. At last, Draco realised that he was the one who was holding her in place and he let her go; Hermione continued to stare at him, her brown eyes wide, and her hands slipped down his chest and fell to her sides. She started to walk away when Draco's voice pulled her back.
"Granger…" He coughed, and she could hear the embarrassment in his tone. She turned quickly, and saw that he was holding her compact mirror in his outstretched hand. Flustered, she retrieved it from him with a nod, and then turned on her heel and strode away.
Dazed, Draco turned and walked in the opposite direction and brought a hand up to his lips; they came away red. He stared down at his fingers and rubbed them together, marveling at the sticky redness that was smeared there. Despite himself, he let the ghost of a smile hover on his lips.
Hermione had disappeared down several corridors before she could bring herself to stare at the mirror in her hand; it had a crack running through its centre that was not unlike a bolt of lightning, and she mumbled, "Reparo," as she waved her wand over it. The glass seemed to shimmer like the surface of a lake and then it was suddenly whole again. She stared at herself in it.
Her lipstick, she noted, was smeared across her lips and looked quite unbecoming; she felt her cheeks become hot with embarrassment. She pulled a cloth from the pocket of her robes and wiped her makeup off, all the while trying to pull her thoughts away from a particular Slytherin but not garnering much success.
AN: It would be lovely if you reviewed, I hope you enjoyed it.