Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.

A/N: I'm finally writing again! Yay! But this also means that I've been out of touch a lot so it may be awkward.. please bear with me. I think I'm really back for good so I'll be writing every week no matter how long or short. This one was kind of written in a hurry so I promise that it is one of my shorter chapters. Any thoughts on the story would be great! Enjoy!


Chapter 1

"Why did you disappear at the event last night?" asked Hermione with a slight disappointment in her tone.

"Well, hello to you too," said Draco looking up from his documents and went on. "After your speech there really was no point in staying. The event was so boring." replied Draco, emphasizing 'so'. And went on, "Why? Missed me?" with a smirk on his mouth.

He looked nonchalant enough but in his mind he was babbling and screaming.

Why did you say that? Are you finally out of your mind? She has a perfectly good boyfriend why would she miss you?!

She smiled at his playfulness.

"As a matter of fact, I did."

Wait, what?

"Without you I didn't know how to fend the others who were trying to talk me into some business I had no interest about. They are so boring." said Hermione mimicking what he said before.

Oh. Of course.

Draco tried so hard not to be downhearted by her comment. By this point he himself didn't understand why the hell he always let his hopes go high.

"You always have your friends to resort to. I don't see why you always want me to be your vent, Granger."

"It's because you are the most fun, Malfoy." answered Hermione.

Draco couldn't help but laugh with how she emphasized his name.

"Oh Merlin, please stop harassing me and go back to work Granger." said the young Malfoy heir with a feigned shoo while turning his attention back to his files with an amused smile.

With that she pretended to be hurt but soon breaking into a smile and said

"I don't have to. I did all my work—unlike somebody else. Some of us take our jobs seriously, you know."

She walked closer to him and bent her face to get a closer look on the files.

"What are you working on anyway?"

"Nah-ah, you're not supposed to look, it's—" he looked up from his papers and stopped mid-sentence.

classified.

He was going to say classified.

But he couldn't open his mouth and say that. When he was face to face with Hermione. Well, not exactly as her face was looking down at the desk, but all the same it was too close for him to handle.

Too close. Damn she smells so good—like chocolate and cinnamon. Merlin Draco Malfoy you are not going to think about what she smells like. And SAY something.

"—classified." he finally added with a gulp.

"What?" and she looked up.

Now they were really face to face and all that Draco could see—or focus—was how innocent her big brown eyes looked but at the same time how kissable her mouth seemed.

Oh I want to kiss her so much. Why can't I just kiss her. Please can I kiss her.

And before he could do anything, both of his hands were reaching out to her face and pulling it down to his.