A/N: Okay, I completely freaking forgot the disclaimer again. All the characters aren't mine, blah blah blah, J.K. Rowling is the queen, uh-huh, I just own the threadbare plot. This disclaimer for all possibly coming chapters, if ever.. This story is supposed to be a Drabble, but.. asdfghjkl. So here we go. Taking my baby steps into the world of writing. Constructive criticism, anyone?
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The ride ended all too soon.
"Malfoy, we have to get down," Hermione hissed, half-amused, half-panicking. The carriage had stopped and a good few minutes had gone by. Judging by the lack of noise, they were the only students left at the clearing before the Hogwarts gates.
"Mmmm," Malfoy said incomprehensively, his nose buried in her hair. He was intoxicated by the sweet smell. This was amortentia in its most natural form. Hermione rolled her eyes. He started at the pinch in his side; not that it hurt, but because of the physicality of it. He raised an eyebrow at her, curious, but with much reluctance let her go.
"We shouldn't be seen together, remember?" Worry creased Hermione's forehead, her lips in a subtle pout. He simply nodded and wordlessly opened the carriage door for her. She smiled demurely, apology evident in her eyes. He bent forward to kiss her on the forehead and she closed her eyes.
She climbed down, straightened up, took a last glance at the lone form inside the carriage. and took a brisk pace to the great castle doors.
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A/N2: Honestly I have no plot. I am turning out to be pathetic, and this story is craply short, but if you have any Dramione challenges for me I'll gladly take it up!