Hearts Collide

And now I think it's happening to you and me,
We'd rather go with this one safely,
Hope we'll notice when we're apart,
And it'll take a toll on our hearts…

I froze. The room that we share in the Department of Mysteries became suddenly warmer and smaller and I stood frozen to the spot where I was standing. Here we go again. Come on, Hermione! Act like you're not affected with his presence!

"My bushy head says it is fine. How about your neck Malfoy?"

"What? What's wrong with my neck?"

"Can it still hold your humongous head? I swear your head is getting bigger everyday."

"Hohoho, Granger. Very funny. Why are you so bitchy today, did you not sleep well last night? Thinking of me?"

"See, it's getting bigger again! Careful Malfoy, it might burst one of these days. And to answer your stupid questions: I am not bitchy; I sleep well every night and; yes, I thought of you last night, too. I was thinking if you prefer to be Crucio'd to death or Imperiused to drown yourself."

"I would say I prefer to be shagged to death, thank you very much. I want it slow, and painful but pleasurable. Why Granger, want to kill me now? You can start by taking off your clothes."

And the bastard had the gall to smirk his smirk. It's a crime, really! It should be punishable by wizarding law if I have it my way. Arrrggggghhhhhhhhhhh! He's so infuriating. And sexy. And hot. And so shaggable. Stop brain!

And why is he coming nearer? And why am I pushed to the wall and my nose an inch from the ferret's? And why is my traitorous brain can't think of a witty retort right now? Hermione! Self-preservation, come on! It's easy to answer his question.

"Yes, I do. If only it wasn't illegal, your platinum blonde head would already be hanging on the wall of the Malfoy Manor next to your dead house elves'."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Granger, Granger, Granger. I've already suggested this to you a million times before and I'm suggesting it again. We could make use of your fierceness, excessive passion and high energy in other, much more enjoyable pursuit."

Oh my God. His lips just uttered 'fierceness' and I've already creamed my knickers. Fucking shit. Does he seriously want to do THAT with me or he is just being his plain aggravating, lying self? I couldn't think properly. Oh, just an inch more and I could kiss him. No! What am I thinking! This is Draco Malfoy, bane of my existence, fellow Unspeakable who never ran out of annoying things to say to me, annoying ferrety bigot, Witch Weekly's Most Eligible Bachelor since Harry Potter married Ginny Weasley, Slytherin Sex God whom I've been lusting over since seventh year. WHAT? NO! Where did that come from? Oh no, no, no, I can't breathe. Don't hyperventilate, Hermione. It's only Malfoy! Calm down!

"Crookshanks got your tongue, Granger? Want me to untie it for you?"

A blink. A millisecond. A half-breathe passed and his lips are touching mine. So this is what heaven feels like. It's like I've downed a gallon of Felix Felicis, making me feel surer of myself more than ever. It's like the world ceases to exist and the only thing that matters is this life-altering, gravity-defying, a-decade-worth-of-sexual-tension kiss.

A month. A year. An eternity passed and we had to break the kiss or we'd die of suffocation. The moment the kiss ended, my brain went running for a million miles an hour. Pansy and Ron. Mistake. Our parents. Blood. Expectations. Friends. Wizarding England. Everyone. Everything. Draco and I.

It sounds nice. It sounds right. Draco and I. Us.

Well, there you go, ladies and gentlemen, my dear friends. I've tried denying it for a long time but now I know that the traitorous part of my brain is actually my heart. It's the part which keeps on telling me that there's more to Malfoy than an annoying, blonde, ferrety prick. The part which heightens my senses and alerts me when he is in the same room as I am. The part which tells me that I am in dangerously in love with Draco Sodding Malfoy.

Looking into his grey eyes, seeing him smile, I understood what he's trying to say. Screw the expectations. Screw blood and family and friends and everyone and everything. Only us mattered. Without thinking twice, I kissed him and I'm not planning on letting him go anytime soon.