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Chapter 4: Date no.3: A Kiss From A MudBlood
Hermione sped down the hall with newfound courage, her mass of poofy hair blowing back as she sped through the dark corridor. This was it. She was going to give him something special, something she held dear. Taking in a deep breath through her mouth, to calm her jittering nerves, and exhaling sharply through her nose, Hermione rounded the corner in a skip-like manner. However, the sight that met her caused her breath to hitch "Merlin's pants." She gasped as she took in the sight of Draco looking out the window.
The moonlight shone through the cloudless sky gave everything a solemn glow, quite a different feel from the previous night wherein the lack of light had given everything a gloomy and dark atmosphere. She found that Draco looked best at night, when the moon's borrowed light dances on his features.
The pureblood's face was illuminated by the moon's bluish glow, he looked serene. His mouth that was usually set in his signature scowl was curved slightly upwards in quiet contentment. Draco was clad in his usual black dress shirt and slack combination, the Slytherin student had placed his elbows on the stone window sill and was casually leaning down as he gazed out into the Hogwarts grounds. His face was a picture of content.
Hemione found herself leaning on the wall, she was mid-skip when she caught sight of him and the effect he had on her led her to lose her footing, being the smart witch she was, she had grabbed onto the wall to keep her from falling and risk disturbing Draco. She liked it when he shuts up, it made it easier for her to stop herself from hexing him.
It was funny though, how years ago, she would have found every excuse to dislocate his nose yet now, she was finding every mean NOT to hex him. Oh how the mighty have fallen. Hermione looked back at her ex-nemesis. She fell alright, she fell HARD. It was only just a matter of time until she told him.
She continued to stare at him, when she noticed his mouth turn up in one corner. "Damn." She muttered, her presence has been acknowledged. "Yes, I look quite dashing when I bask in the moon's glow, don't I Granger?" He flipped around to face her, still leaning on his elbows, only this time, instead of leaning forward, he was leaning his back towards the sill. The serene look that he had on moments ago was replaced with a smirk that then turned into a grin when he saw Hermione gasp and turn red. "Merlin, Granger. Is turning red a habit of yours?"
The poof-haired student recovered quickly. She crossed her arms, eyes narrowing. "I merely was astounded at the fact that you are capable of looking quite innocent, Malfoy." Hermione smirked seeing Draco's grin disappear, to be replaced with his signature scowl. "Look at you, Granger. Getting mean already?" The young Malfoy jeered, waving his hand to discard her insult. "Oh you took my advice!" Draco motioned to her robes. "No jammies this time?" he teased playfully, a smile tugging at his pale and defined features.
Hermione blushed and muttered a profanity under her breath. Draco looked dashing when he smiled. Her quiet curse didn't go by unnoticed by the young man before her, his eyes glinted. "My, my, Granger. Has Weasley gotten to you already?"
At the mention of her red haired friend Hermione turned ten different shades of pink. Ronald? Oh Merlin, NO! Have the rumours of them dating scattered this fast?
She shook her head, still pink. Draco frowned. He didn't like her rumoured link to that weasel. He's hears one to many rumours of her love life. First with Potter, then with Weasely and, just recently, them BOTH, there was no end to the rumours.
An unidentified feeling bubbled in his chest, he suddenly felt like cursing a certain ginger in his sleep. He jerked in surprise, why was he feeling this odd sensation? Draco knew he had a huge loathing for the boy and his family, but he's never felt something like this. He bit back the blossoming urge to poison Weasley's chicken wings during dinner in the great hall and diverted his attention at the muggle-born before him. Gray eyes narrowed at the wall beside Hermione, glaring at it heatedly as if Ron was actually there.
Hermione raised her eye brow in question. She found it odd that he was glaring at a wall "Everything alright, Malfoy? Or has the wall insulted the lack of colour in your wardrobe?" she was still breathless from his comment about Ron yet still had it in her to annoy the bloke.
"You seem rather-uh-Red." She stated, walking closer to the young lad. RED. He thought vehemently, just like Weasely's hair, and his BLOOD. Draco coughed, trying to stop himself from imagining a certain Ron Weasley's blood all over his walls, lest he jump in delight in front of Hermione.
"I'm quite alright." He answered awkwardly, fixing his tie to give his hands something to do. Hermione gave him a sceptical look, clearly not believing him. "Right." She said curtly, raising a brow, daring him to come up with a better excuse. Malfoy wasn't stupid and neither was she, he knew she would pry about his little display of emotion "Ehem, Granger" He started, hoping to drive her attention away from his outburst of emotion. "Say, we get out of this hallway for a bit?" he asked, offering his arm. This gesture shocked him, was he really going to walk in such an intimate way with a mudblood?
Interlacing her arm in his, Hermione nodded. "Let's." she said grinning up at him, her pearly whites shining. Draco gave her a swift smile and both of them walked out of the Hallway. "Oh and for the record, I'm anything but innocent, and I'd like to keep it that way." Hermione felt her face heat up at his comment. Amidst all the sappy love goo in her brain, however. She still found it in her to chastise herself for blushing. She'd have to fix that, perhaps there was a spell that stopped one from blushing? It was time to hit the library.
The duo walked around aimlessly until the found themselves in the Courtyard, where Fred and George usually play their pranks and scare freshmen away with their devious inventions. One would think twice about heading over here when the twins we on break from their classes. "The courtyard?" she asked when they came to halt in front of a stone bench. "Would you rather I take you to a bathroom?" Draco countered, freeing his arm from hers so he could sit down.
Hermione rolled her eyes at his remark. "Always the one to ruin the moment, Malfoy." She turned to look at him, her expression a mixture of annoyance and amusement. The young lad patted the spot next to him. "Sit, little Muggle-born." He murmured. "Sit." The lass looked at him angrily. "I'm not a PET, Malfoy."
"Well if you don't want to sit, don't" he answered coolly flicking his wrist to dismiss her snarl. "I just thought it would be more comfortable for you, since you were out and about doing your rounds." He said still in that cold and uncaring tone that he always used.
Everything Malfoy said or did had an uncanny ability to cancel out of each other. Hermione can't seem to wrap her head around his personality, just moments ago he was treating her like a pet and now he wanted her to be comfortable? When men said women were hard to decipher, they clearly haven't heard of Draco Malfoy.
With a frustrated cry she plopped down next to him. "Such internal conflicts, Granger." He teased. "To sit or not to sit?" Draco laughed. Hermione hit his arm playfully. "It's To BE or not to BE, you twat."
Malfoy waved her off. "Poetry never caught my fancy, and if WIZARD poetry doesn't get me interested, why would muggle poetry?" he asked philosophically, looking at Hermione with a bemused expression etched on his sharp features.
"Shakespeare is quite good!" she argued. "In fact, most wizards read his works! It's utterly brilliant! There have even been rumours that he was a squib!" she blabbered on relentlessly. Draco basically kept his expression cool and blocked out her rambling about how Shakespeare was this, that and whatnot. He let his mind wander about why she was even here with him. It was clear what her intentions are, but what if he was wrong? Did she really like him? Or was it his own deluded fantasy? Perhaps she merely wanted some distraction after her duties as HeadGirl.
Huffing out of frustration, Draco decided to push those thoughts aside and decided to ride this one out without overthinking. Nodding to himself, he decided to tune back into Hermione's blabber-fest. "…and I heard that they were in Scotland so I thought to myself, why Scotland?" He tried not to look so confused when she turned to him for his opinion. "Don't you think?" she asked.
He opened his mouth, closed it only to open it again. "Exactly!" Hermione exclaimed, earning her a dumbfounded look from the confused lad. "I was speechless too when found out!" Draco gave her an incredulous look. Whatever it was, it must've been pretty damn shocking to render this girl speechless.
"And then when I—Not wanting her to go on about her ideas on whatever was happening in Scotland, Draco decided to interrupt her. "So, Granger. How are you spending time with me, without your dorm mate noticing? Clearly, your absence should be noticed by now."
Hermione looked thoughtful for a second. "You know, I'm not quite sure. It's either he probably thinks I'm off bunking in with Ginny or he's really dull-headed." She cocked her head to the side and though about it, biting her lips as she plunged deeper into her mind.
Thankful for the silence, Draco allowed himself a content sigh when he nearly fell off his seat due to Hermione's sudden jerk. "Oh, heavens! I have a quiz tomorrow and I haven't studied!" She jumped up. "I can't believe I forgot!" she exclaimed, slapping her forehead in frustration.
Grumbling, Draco got up and huffed. "Okay, it's about time we head back up, anyway." He muttered, in annoyance, this girl had a weird effect on him. Whether it was good or bad, he did not know. His gray eyes met her deep brown ones and they held each other's stares for a few moments. Both of them not wanting to break free. Unlike their usual stare downs that usually involved snarls and sneers. This one was rather sweet, if one might say.
"Oh." Hermione said, blushing suddenly. She had almost forgotten about what she was going to give him! Bracing herself, she captured his gaze once more. "I have..I have something for you." Draco threw her a questioning look. "What is it?" he asked curiously.
"A Kiss." She said in hushed tones. Draco nearly fell over. "A—A w-what?" he stammered, wincing as he did, Draco Malfoy stammering? Wait til his father hears about this! Hermione let out a breath. "A KISS." She repeated, still looking at Malfoy. Her brown eyes smoldering.
"Okay." Draco gulped, blinking awkwardly. He closed his eyes and waited for Hermione to "give" him his kiss. Hermione took his right hand in hers.
He felt something small being placed on his hand, he opened his eyes and looked at the object that the young witch had placed on his palm. It was a piece of, what looked to be, chocolate. It was in a shape of a tear drop and was wrapped in silver foil, a tag protruded from the tip. It read: "Hershey's Kisses."
"What the bloody hell?" he asked in confusion, holding the piece of chocolate up and looking at it. Was she playing a prank on him? Surely she couldn't mean THIS kind of er..Kiss. Hermione smiled at him. "It's my favourite kind of chocolate! You should try it!" she chirped. "I mean sure, it's muggle made but would you please just try it? It's almost impossible for me to share them with anyone, since I love them so much!" Draco blinked back the hysterics that threatened to bubble out of him. "Ok, Granger. Why don't you… Uh hurry of to bed."
"Alright! I'll see you 'round tomorrow night!" Hermione called, already halfway out of the courtyard. "BYE!" she yelled.
Draco waved a hand weakly still not grasping what happened between he and the muggle-born. "Granger." He grit out in frustration. "If you wanted to kiss me then just bloody kiss me."
And so ends, the third date =) hahaha REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW I seriously don't know how the idea of kisses popped into my head.
* I did some research and yes, the Triwizard tournament in Hogwarts was at 1994, kisses were introduced 1907 so they existed during their foruth year at Hogwarts lol just in case you guys were wondering.