so, my dearest squirrels, tomorrow i embark on the epic [epic] journey that is college! woot woot! I'm a freshman, which is probably pretty obvious considering my bubbly outlook on the whole ordeal... but, besides that, for now I'm here, writing this chapter of this fanfiction on the last night I'll spend in my house... woah!
I wrote that Friday night... it's Tuesday. I KNOW I KNOW for shame.
The first kiss is always special. It's exciting and intense and slightly awkward. It's the beginning of something new, the end of something not. It's a turning point, and this was ours. Now, there was no turning back.
Except now as we sat together, my fingers threaded into his platinum blonde hair, and I wasn't focusing on those things. Neither was I focusing on Harry's reaction (not even Ron's - and he was far more judgemental than Harry), but the fact that I was kissing him. His lips against mine was a surprise, but not an unfortunate one. It felt smooth, soft, caring.. completely amazing. He was a good kisser, that Draco, but that didn't surprise me either. He didn't exactly lack experience.
After a while, we parted again and we pressed our foreheads together in a silent breath. "Hermione," he whispered in the tiny space between us and I blushed slightly.
"Yes?" I asked him, heart sputtering against it's cage.
He brushed his hand across my cheek and I gasped inwardly. "You're gorgeous."
I blushed and then pressed my face against his shoulder. "Thank you."
He exhaled, rubbing my back softly. "Well.." He mumbled, lips grazing against my hair and sending shots down my spine. "This is new territory for us."
I lifted my face from the fabric of his shirt - which smelled of coffee and pumpkin juice and fresh parchment and something so uniquely Draco that it set my senses on fire - to look at him. His hair was disheveled from my fingers rifling through it and his eyes were darker now, the pale gray pallor intensified with lust. His gaze on me made me blush harder, but I liked it. Ron had never looked at me like this. He'd never adored me, and at the time I thought it was sensible. "To adore was not to love," I'd remark to myself, but now, looking at Draco looking at me like that... I couldn't help but reconsider my position. It was a good feeling, to have someone look at me like that. A tiny boost to my ego.
"Yeah..it is." I whispered, leaning forward to tangle her lips with his again. I couldn't get over the sticky sweetness of his breath or the feel of his smooth hand as it braced against my cheek. I suddenly wanted [needed] to feel more of him. I slipped out of the chair, breaking the kiss and grasping his hand, drawing him over to my room. "Come on." I couldn't believe I was doing it, but I led him toward my room. I knew this was sudden. I knew it was beyond unpractical, but I couldn't stand the thought of parting now to go to our separate rooms. He was quiet as we walked, probably stunned, but once we passed through my room he stopped. I tugged at his hand, frowning. What was he doing? "Draco." I whined, desperately wanting to get him on the bed (however awful that sounded).
"What are we doing?" His voice was rough, but not in a bad way. It was threadbare in the way that only a good snogging session could make you, but we hadn't had one yet.. at least not to my satisfaction.
I turned to eye him and saw he was looking at me with a needy expression. Yet, he was a gentleman so he hesitated. "We're snogging." I muttered and then to make my point I kissed him. My tongue slipped into his mouth, my arms wrapped around his neck, and my fingers knotted into the hair at the nape of his neck. "Okay?" I breathlessly questioned, and his response was a primal grunt.
"Okay." His arms reached down, carefully pulling either of my legs around his waist and pressing me against the wall for a long moment. Our kisses were crashes of pent up emotions, cruel words and epic duels of repressed feelings and lines crossed.
I groaned loudly, ripping my lips from his. "Draco, the bed." I pleaded, dragging my fingers down the panes of his covered chest.
He exhaled, shivering against my body out of anticipation. There was something about the idea of him pressing me to my bed, chest to chest, legs entangled, lips battling, was so compelling I couldn't stop thinking of it. It seemed it was the same for Draco, because he didn't argue again. His fingers slipped down my back to grip my bottom, anchoring my body to his as he walked to my bed.
Suddenly he was pressing me against the maroon sheets. His arms framed my head as he kissed me, our hips pressing down on each other without question. "Damn, Hermione." He groaned against my lips and then leaned down, skimming his teeth along my jaw and then sucking lightly on my neck - but not hard enough to make a mark.
I smirked a tiny bit. "What?" I questioned as my hands raked through his blonde hair.
He chuckled against my lips. "Just didn't know you had it in you, Granger." He commented, leaning down to pepper kisses along my neck.
I grinned broadly, pulling his lips back up to mine fiercely. "You'd be surprised what I have in me, Malfoy."
"Oh yeah? Let's see it then." He mumbled, kisses turning playful as he flipped us over so I was straddling him. "Go ahead. Surprise me."
And I did.
well... that happened
