Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I still don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I would not be writing fanfiction, but another HP book.
A/N: So... This was meant to be a oneshot, but due to the demand from FeloriaForever, I have decided to have a go at writing another chapter... I suppose we'll just have to see where it takes us. At the moment I'm trying to decide whether to make this multi-chapter, but I'm not sure I want to. I'm planning another Dramione fic which will be multi-chapter I think, which should be up fairly soon. Please R&R!
I returned from the Room of Requirement that night with trembling knees and a hammering heart. I crept through the common room, brushing off Harry's invitations to join him and Ron for a game of Exploding Snap. Instead I went to my dormitory and curled up on my bed, trying to sleep. Unfortunately my efforts were in vain. Try as I might, I couldn't get the kiss out of my head. Sure, Malfoy was a spoilt, arrogant brat, but that was my first proper kiss. Viktor Krum last year hardly counted, anyway, and although Ron and I had attempted a relationship over the summer, it had failed drastically. I couldn't stop thinking about his hand on my back, his breath on my cheek, his dark, swirling grey eyes. Despite his racist pureblood ideals and tendency to call me Mudblood, I couldn't seem to rid myself of the desire for more. Another kiss, another dance, another smirk from that aristocratic face. I slapped myself mentally, desperately trying to push the thoughts away, but to no avail. After hours of thoughts going in circles around my head, I finally drifted off to sleep.
Then next day we had potions with the Slytherins. I was dreading it, but at the same time, incredibly curious. I couldn't imagine Malfoy actually being nice to me; perhaps he would just ignore me, pretend it had never happened. I decided that would probably be best. It wasn't as if he was going to kiss me again. In fact, I had no idea why he'd even kissed me in the first place. I suppose he must have been caught up in the moment, just like I was.
I walked into the dungeon with Harry and Ron at my heels. We headed to the back of the classroom and sat down at our usual desk. I couldn't help but sneak a glance over at Malfoy, who was lounging on his stool. He turned slowly, as if he knew I was looking, and caught my eye. I could feel a blush rising in my cheeks, but then he tuned to Pansy and whispered something in her ear. Pansy looked at me and snickered, obviously at whatever Malfoy had said. I turned away, fuming. How dare he?! That spoiled, big-headed, obnoxious prick! Breathing in and out slowly, I took out my Advanced Potions book and begun to flick through it, trying to guess the potion Snape would have is brewing today and take my mind off Malfoy, who was still whispering to Pansy.
Potions ended and I gathered up my things, packing them carefully into my bag and making my way to the door, one of the last to leave. When I got out into the corridor, most of the class had already gone, but I could see Malfoy's blonde head making its way up the corridor a little way away. Gathering all my courage, I ran after him. Grabbing his sleeve, I dragged him into the empty classroom on our left. Before he could get a word out, I hissed "Malfoy, you better tell me the truth or I'll hex you into the next century. What the hell were you doing last night?!" Despite trembling,on the inside, I was proud of the angry tone I was able to pull off. Malfoy just smirked.
"Calm down, Granger, it was just a kiss." My eyes widened.
"Just a kiss? You can't just go around playing with people like that Malfoy. Believe it or not, not every girl at Hogwarts wants you to just kiss her out of the blue. Especially not when the kiss is coming from their enemy!" By this point rage was boiling within me. Malfoy folded his arms.
"You have no idea how hot you are when you're angry, Granger." I froze, momentarily shocked by his statement. What was he saying? Surely he was just trying to rile me up even more? To my frustration, my voice wavered as I spoke again.
"What- what are you talking about?" I was almost whispering. Malfoy unfolded his arms, a strange look in his eyes. Then, just as I was about to storm off, he leant forward and captured my lips with his. My eyes widened but again my body took over my brain and I melted into the kiss. His arms snakes around my waist and mine sound his neck. I relaxed, enjoying the feel of his lips on mine, is hands pressing me towards him. Suddenly my brain snapped back into action. This was Draco bloody Malfoy, my sworn enemy, the most self-obsessed git I'd ever come across. I pulled away, my fingers instinctively brushing my lips, my eyes finding his. Then I turned, grabbed my bag which had fallen to the floor, and ran from the classroom. I was just able to hear Malfoy calling after me, with what I'm sure was a smirk on his face.
"Granger, we should do this again sometime." Taking a shuddering breath, I sprinted back to the common room.