Hey guys, I'm back. Half-term all next week, so I'll try and update more. I'm in a good mood, despite the fact that Fan-fiction has effed it up again. 5th time lucky xx
Hopefully, by the time you read this, you'll see I've changed my name to "theFantabulousPanda" (without quotation marks ;]). I've also got my Halloween story up "Pumpkins and Costumes" and in the process of getting a short-story and one-shot requests up.
That's it, really. Live long and prosper!
SHOUT-OUTS AT THE BOTTOM!
Chapter 10: Nice To Meet You
Hermione waked over to the mysterious masked man standing behind the pillar. "Hello." She said as sweetly as possible.
Draco just blinked at her, frozen. She talked to me! He thought excitedly, then his mood dropped when he realized: I can't actually speak, though!
"If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." He suddenly burst out, looking quite surprised with himself.
The brunette looked baffled on this before she smiled and spoke up.
"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."
Draco smiled when he heard her speak, mentally hitting himself not knowing who the beautiful and intelligent girl infront of him was.
"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?" He asked her, leaning against the pillar he was hiding behind.
"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer." The hazel-eyed girl replied with a little shrug, still standing in her place.
"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair." He told her, his smouldering grey eyes locking in with hers.
Hermione couldn't see the exact colour of the masked boy's eyes, but she guessed they were either a crystal blue like the ocean or a deep green like a forrest.
"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake." The Gryffindor informed him, moving over to another pillar, leaning against it with a smile on her face.
Draco moved over to her and hovered over her, putting his hands firmly on the pillar, on either side of her head.
"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged." He gave the famous Malfoy smirk.
"Then have my lips the sin that they have took." Hermione challenged, raising her eyebrow at him. He slowly moved in and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.
"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again." The blonde whispered, this time kissing her more passionately.
His tongue trailed along her bottom lip and she opened her mouth more, letting their tongues explore each other's mouths. Draco's hands moved down to Hermione's waist as her own arms trailed around his neck.
Once they pulled away for a much needed air supply, Hermione turned bright red. "You kiss by the book." She complimented.
Before Draco could get another word in, She-Weasel ran around the corner and grabbed the beautiful girl's wrist.
"There you are!" The red-head exclaimed. "Lav's been looking all over for you."
"What?" Hermione asked.
"Go now. Or she'll kill someone in a 5 mile radius." Ginny pushed Hermione to the direction of where all the "popular" Gryffindors were sitting and turned toward Draco, who felt like he was being annalysed.
"How does she know Lavender Brown?" He asked after an awkward minute.
"They're roommates." Ginny said. "Do you even know who you were talking too?" She added, raising her eyebrow skeptically.
Draco admitted defeat and quickly shook his head. Ginny looked amused.
"You sir, just had the pleasure of conversing with Miss. Hermione Granger." And, with that, walked off, leaving Draco frozen in place.
"Hey, Gin, who's that, over there?" The ball had ended and people were returning to their Common Rooms, getting ready for whatever they were doing tomorrow. The Gryffindors, however, had to stay and clean-up since they had planned it and Hermione and Ginny were sat on a table, facing the doors of The Great Hall.
"Ernie Macmillan." Ginny answered whilst not looking, instead throwing a stray balloon up in the air and catching it when it fell back down.
"No, him." Hermione said, pointing to a large group of boys of all shapes and sizes.
Ginny looked up and squinted before settling with "That's Michael Corner."
"No, the masked man behind him." Hermione complained, seeing the boy she kissed earlier, feeling guilty for not knowing his identity.
"Um...I'm not entirely sure. I'll go find out." And she went over to the group, only being stopped by Ron (who said something less pleasing, by the emotion of his face) and she walked away, with a scared and disgusted look on her face.
"Who was it?" Hermione's earlier enthusiasm was replaced by a horrible feeling, her voice sounding right-out disappointed to her own ears and she hadn't even found out yet.
Ginny gave her a sideways look before she said, in a serious tone, "Draco Malfoy."
Ooh...
It's the Balcony Scene next :D
Shall I have the famous dialogue from R+J in there or not? Tell me in reviews!
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