Saturday morning was very quite, the castle slept. The light was just beginning to appear through the stained glass windows of the heads common room. She knew Draco hadn't spent the night in his room, which lay across the hall from hers. She knew that he must of spent it with some pure blood Slytherin girl, and subconsciously she disliked the thought of it. She also knew he would be back any moment. She lay on the couch in her over sized guns 'n' roses shirt and her emerald knickers, once more lost in the fantasy world of something far from real. The door swung open with a loud bang but Hermione failed to lift her eyes to meet her roommate, the things he said to her the previous night left wounds that were still fresh and hurting.
Expecting to find her angry and yelling at him Draco entered him common room. Hermione showed him no visible acknowledgment, and continued to stare at her book. Choosing a seat opposite her Draco took out a pencil and began to scribble something on a scrap piece of parchment. He noticed as she rose, and made her way to the bookshelf. His eyes watched the her long tanned legs taking slow strides. The morning light hit her shirt making the hourglass curve of her body visible to him. Her arms were slender her hands covered in ink, as she reached to the top of the self her top moved its way up her body, showing Draco a short glimpse of a silky green material underneath.
When she turned around she saw a cruel smile on Draco's face though he was still busy scribbling something. His grey cold eyes suddenly caught her own.
"That shirt is ridiculous, Mudblood"
" it's a muggle band Malfoy" she began to defensively describe before he rudely cut her off.
"Frankly I don't care". After those words Draco took off his robe and threw it to the floor, the White shirt he was wearing had lipstick marks on it, and tightly hugged his muscular body. He began to unbutton and Hermione felt herself blush. He gave her a smirk and went into the bathroom.
After some time he came out of his dormitory in his quidditch uniform. Hermione saw the tight shorts as the flawlessly hugged his muscular legs; and found herself blushing again. Knowing he was directly behind her she hesitated before opening the door, when suddenly his large hand gripped her small wrists. At the shock of this she turned around to find his face inches away from hers. Draco was taller than her so she had to look up to meet his eyes, which on this occasion were a warm silver with a hint of blue. His body was pressed against hers almost crushing hey against the door. His warm breath tingled her cheeks which were a bright shade of pink.
She offered him a coy smile. His cold finders brushes away the few curls from her burning cheek, the feel of Draco's touch on her skin made her shudder. Then all of a sudden his soft lips met hers, in a delicate kiss. Before she knew what happened Draco had gone and Hermione remained with nothing but the sweet memory of his lips.