Through With You
R
Ryo Angel

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It started with a kiss.

A forced kiss.

Magical mistletoe floated around, snaring unsuspecting students in its trap. Hermoine was rushing to meet Harry and Ron at Hogsmead, there was a new bookstore that opened and she wanted to see if they had any copies of the newest edition of Hogwarts: A History. It was said that there were mentions of the Golden Trio. In fact, they took up an entire chapter! Ignoring the nervous giggles and liplocking couples, Hermoine dodged the mistletoe and rounded the corner, her darting eyes missed the high floating mistletoe that was quickly descending.

"Hermoine!" Ronald Weasley was also late for the meeting and he called out to his friend to wait up. Just as he reached her, the mistletoe attacked.

A strange tingling feeling went through them and there was despair sinking deep in their stomachs. "Curse Fred and George!" Hermoine hissed as she tried to push her way out of the invisible box that held them together, growling as she felt the invisible forces pushing back at her.

"It's no use 'moine." Ron said glumly as they were pushed closer. "I was trapped with Pig over the summer when they were inventing these. The more you push, ugh, the closer you get." He looked down at his friend and smiled weakly. Her hands were pushed against his chest and the top of her mousey brown head was just tucked under his chin. To any outsider, they were the picture of perfection. To the two trapped together, this was a fate worse than death.

"Now what?" Hermoine muttered. This wasn't going to be her first kiss by any means, but she had never planned to kiss Ron. It just wasn't natural. He was everything that she hated - innocent, sweet.. dense!

"Her... Hermoine?" Ron whispered.

She looked up at him, seeing the desire in his eyes. This can't be happening to me. She thought as she looked away, anger coursing through her. No way, no how. "Damn it!" She yelled as she felt another push. She seethed inside. For the past four years, she felt like her life was pre-ordained. All these expectations for her. She had lived up to most of them. She was now the top of her class. She had a good chance to be prefect next year as well. But with those expectations came the assumption that she would either date Harry Potter or Ronald Weasley. She regrets hanging out with them so much when the girls ask her over and over again which one she had chosen, so -they- can snag the other.

"Might as well get this over with." Ron said softly. There was something in his tone that made her look up. She furrowed her brow when she saw what his intentions were.

"Ron..." She didn't have a chance to speak. Ron seized the opportunity and swiftly captured her lips. There was no bright dazzling fireworks or quiet warmth.

It was just a kiss.

Only a kiss.

But a kiss that started it all.

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"Where are those two?" Harry Potter waited impatiently outside of Honeydukes, tapping his foot and staring at his watch. "They're half an hour late. By Merlin, I swear if they forgot... no." He quickly dismissed the idea, "Hermoine's too prompt and in love with books to forget." He let out a deep sigh as he scanned the crowd again, "Where are those two?" He growled, peering down the streets once more, ignoring the tingle in his stomach.

"Talking to yourself is a sign of paranoia."

Harry growled, "Malfoy, why don't you slither back into your cave where you belong?" He didn't even bother to turn around to face Draco. A clear insult. Draco wasn't considered remotely dangerous to him.

Draco laughed, low and seductively. "Because I rather see if I can snare you with my venom." He trailed a finger along Harry's bare arm, noting the silky skin and tanned muscles. "Quidditch has done you a great service." He continued as his arm reached up to massage Harry's neck.

"Malfoy." Harry was confused, what was going on here? "What the bloody hell are you doing?" He asked quietly, not wanting to attract any attention. At the same time, he was wondering why he wasn't pulling away. He should be pulling away. This was -Malfoy- for Merlin's sake!

"Trying to seduce you." Came the truthful answer, "Is it working?" His hand reached the base of Harry's skull and he applied sweet pressure to relieve the headache that was coming on.

"Why?" Harry breathed, eyes darting around nervously. Why? He asked himself. Why are you not pulling away?

"Because."

"Because why?" Tell me... please tell me...

"Because." He turned Harry quickly around and closed in on him, delighted when he saw that he was several inches taller than the Golden Boy. His smile was different from his usual smirk, sly and seduction, the desire that Harry saw in Draco's eyes had him shivering. He drowned in Draco's silver orbs and knew there was no going back when Draco bent his head to kiss him.

It was just a kiss.

Only a kiss.

But it was a kiss that almost destroyed the world.

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In the quiet of her room, Hermoine touched her lips. That was... unexpected. She didn't know that Ron could kiss like that... there was a hint of darkness in him. Perhaps more if it was allowed to blossom. "Ronald Weaseley..." She smirked, "Who knew? He's..."

It no longer was just a kiss.

It was... "Perfect..."

But perfection is not meant to exist.

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Draco hadn't meant to kiss him. Hadn't meant to touch him. Hadn't meant to even talk to him. But when he saw Harry standing there, his unruly black hair crowned with light, he forgot all reason and went to him. Ever since his father had decreed that he will join the Dark Lord when he finished with Hogwarts, Draco found himself watching Harry almost to the point of insanity.

His every move, every laugh, every tear, Draco noted and filed away. The Boy-Who-Lived. The one who has full access to the light. To the warmth and brightness. While he, Draco Malfoy, a pure-blood, skin like an angel, eyes like the moon... he, Draco Malfoy... an agent of the dark. Forever excluded from the light. A fallen angel.

Once was all he asked for. Just once, he wanted to know what it would be like to be one of the light. When Harry finally faced him, he could hide it anymore. The lust that was brewing finally took over and he had to taste it. Just once. Just this once.

He had drowned in the sweetness that was Harry.

The sweetness that he could never taste.

Ambrosia.

To Draco...

It wasn't just a kiss.

It was a promise.

A promise that can never be fulfilled.

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A/N I never said it was canon. Bear with me now. I haven't written anything longer than 200 words in a while, so yeah, I can't promise that I can always update on time. I think I'll TRY to update seventh of each month. How's that? I think that'll work out.

HINT Ron is not as innocent as he seems.

Thanks goes out to: Flibber T. Gibbet - Erm... I HAVE updated... does the update schedule work for you? As for Hermoine's hair... maybe?