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So instead, simply all he said in a raspy whisper was, "the room of requirement."
Hermione tried to intake a breath, but instead found her throat clenching to a close. Her eyes were beginning to adjust to the black of the room as her clammy hands fumbled with her wand, placed in her pocket. She could see Draco stop before her, his silver eyes' practically shining, filled with lust, desire, and victory, as he came only centimeters from her face. Yet, a small shadow of realization slipped past in the depths of his expression when he halted, standing before her, unmoving.
What else could this be called, but torture? Honestly. Even just standing there, with Draco's warm breath washing over her own face as she stood rooted, frozen in a state of complete and utter fright; fright of what he was about to do…of what she was about to do… No matter how she tried to back away, to roll her eyes at him, to give him a small, measly scoff, she just couldn't. She was trapped. Completely trapped. There was nothing she could do. Nothing at all.
Draco let out a quiet, shaky breath, his eyes never leaving hers. He made no attempt at moving forward and taking what he had wanted for the past week, maybe longer. But, he also made no clear attempt to move away. His mind was racing around the fact that he had her right then and there, entirely vulnerable, yet entirely unattainable. How was he ever going to get what he longed for if he just stood there like a total coward?
Yes, that's right.
Coward.
Uh…wait.
After kicking himself mentally in many different and painful spots, ones that normally no one would be or should ever be able to reach, he steadied his thinking again.
No, no, no, Draco was no coward. This was different. The situation was too…easy. Yes, that's it. There was no possible way that he actually cared for her, worried about corrupting her. That would be…just…crazy! And Draco, was not crazy, nor ever would be if it were up to him. He was just not one to take the easy way out, this situation being a prime example, of course.
Who cared if Hermione looked so brilliantly beautiful at the moment? Surely Draco Malfoy could obtain himself. He was definitely no hormone driven young man and did not intend to act like one, not in the slightest.
If only he had the will when unexpected things happened.
Hermione shuddered, her eyes watching a trace of a smirk, pulling at the corners of Draco's lips. His eyes began to gleam and she almost had to slap herself for thinking her rotten, yes, rotten, thoughts from invading her saintly, yes, saintly, mind. But…it was all just too much, everything including the heat of his body radiating around her, to the odd way he was standing there, looking at her, to the very thought of them in the room of requirement…alone…in the dark…standing in terribly close proximity…alone…
And then, after gathering up all the possible Gryffindor courage packed inside her being, she let her jaw drop a few times, her lips parting lightly. Her eyes' were still widened, watching him, his every move, as she gathered her composure and began. "I…I think…it might be time…to get back to the c-common room, Malfoy," she stammered, her voice thick and husky. Her face burned as he studied her expression, taking in every second her voice filled his ears, reveling in it's sound and the way his surname rolled off her tongue so delicately and smoothly. His eyes slipped shut for a moment, the lids clamping together fiercely as he pleaded his body to stay under his mind's control.
What a seductress she was and she didn't even know it.
"I-I suppose that it's getting q-quite late," she said, barely above a whisper, never losing the husky tone.
It was happening.
He was losing himself.
Draco's eyes' stayed shut, the black swirling around in his vision, tracing intricate designs as he begged good Merlin to help him. Just to help him defy this…to help him avoid this…this… And then her voice broke through the intensity of the room once more. "Malfoy?" she breathed, her voice beginning to shake.
He was going. Almost gone. This couldn't be happening to him. How could this be happening to him?
Ordering himself to open his eyes, to sneer and then turn on his heel and walk away from her for as long as humanly possible, he inhaled deeply, yet quietly. His eyelids slowly parted and his eyes' began to focus on the girl before him. She was standing there, her eyes' wide, full of worry and confusion. Her face was still but centimeters from his. He saw the inner being of the bushy haired, female member of the wonderful Golden Trio that he had so long hated and tormented. He saw the girl before him, who, unlike his thoughts before, seemed to be not only the insufferable girl who hid behind the large books. Draco saw through the limits of her outer façade and saw the inner torment running through her eyes' as she stood there, apparently worried for the one person whom she had always hated.
For the first time, he saw her perfectly clear. The thick vale that had been placed between the two for so long was gone. It had disappeared, never to return. And that was it. That was all it took to draw him in the last ten meters and snap the rope.
He was lost. Absolutely lost. There was no hope now.
"Malfoy…are you alright?"
Only silence filled the room as he watched her, wondering what had happened to him and if he would ever be back.
"Malfoy?" she began again, "answer me."
Draco inhaled sharply.
"Draco, plea-…" Hermione was silenced, for the thing she had been dreading became a reality. He had done it.
Before thinking another word, before thinking about the consequences of the matter, before thinking about anything other than answering the simpering pleas' from his body, he finally gave in. Without any warning whatsoever, Draco leant towards her, closing the space between their skin, and placed his heated lips on the corner of her own. At the moment of their contact, it was like his entire being exploded with excite. Tingles rushed throughout his limbs as he felt their souls touch for that miniscule of time. Only for a few seconds did his soft lips remain beside hers before he pulled away, looking just as confused as the frozen form of Hermione before him.
And then Draco came to another realization.
Hermione Granger was different.
On impulse, he leaned in again, placing his lips squarely on hers. He stepped forward, letting his body form fully against hers as he slowly lifted one of his hands to the side of her face, which was still as tense and rigid as ever. Her scent filled his senses, causing him to sigh lightly, his palm slowly falling down her cheek. Everything about this kiss was so intoxicating to him. He had definitely never kissed a girl like this before. He had always been so quick and lustful with a girl, but this seemed so sincere and so real. And after a few more seconds, Draco pulled away, his hand falling to his side as she stared at him in speechlessness.
Then, a next realization came to mind.
Hermione Granger was addicting.
But before he could do anything else at all, Hermione's eyes' widened to the point that her eyeballs may have just fallen out if she kept them that way long enough. She stumbled back a step or two and brought her fingers to her lips slowly. They were still warm and were tingling lightly as she watched him and the flash of what almost seemed like fear travel across his silver-blue eyes. She choked on her breath as she took another wobbly step back, thinking about what has just occurred.
This was all too much. It was over the top.
And then Hermione did what came to mind first.
She ran, leaving a stunned Draco behind. Her shoes thumped on the stone floors as she went down the corridors, turning corner after corner, finally reaching the common room. After saying the password in a scratchy voice, she ran through the common room and into her own dorm, closing the door behind her. She leant against the door and found herself sliding slowly down the side of it as the moonlight shone into her room. And without another moment to pass, she let out a quiet sob, tears falling from her eyes.
It was particularly difficult to tell all that she was feeling at the moment as she sat there, bundled up against the wood of the door. She felt dirty, like she had done something wrong and would never be forgiven for it. Then she felt stupid and careless for running away like that, leaving Draco behind to regret his own actions. Then she felt dishonest for not even telling Draco what she had felt…what she had been thinking. She also felt angered at her own self for not responding to him like she would liked to have, but instead running like a coward…the exact opposite of what a true Gryffindor would have done.
But the feeling that rose over all the others was the overbearing feeling of confusion. What in Merlin's name had happened back there?
Draco groaned and lifted his hands to his face, rubbing the tenseness out of his skin. He wasn't going to fall and whine about being rejected like that. No. He was stronger than that. He walked from the room and down the hall, his strut still firmly in place, eager not to show his real emotions in public. This was the same Draco…just after some large realizations…and a lot of them at that. Nothing could take the Malfoy out of him. Not even Hermione.
At the moment…he was just a bit struck.
Once he had arrived back in the common room, he put out the fire in the hearth and went into his room. He had decided that tonight would not exactly be the perfect night for a confrontation. Now…tomorrow afternoon…that was sounding a lot better.
He walked into his bedroom, letting the door slam shut behind him. Finally…he would be able to really think.
…Enough of that.
Before he could do anything else, Draco picked up the nearest object and sent it hurtling across the room. It smashed on the wall, it's shattered pieces flying in several directions. Another groan escaped his lips as he picked up another object and threw it, not caring whether or not he was ruining his own possessions or making a racket throughout his school. (No doubt Hermione could hear it.) He just wanted to get it out…the pent up frustration stuck inside of him. And this seemed to be the simplest way.
He soon fell back onto the green sheets of his plush bed, his blond hair rustling with his movements. Exhaling loudly, he rubbed his face once again and turned on his side, staring out the window and into the dark night. Before he knew it, he had fallen into a daze, thinking about what had happened.
Draco Malfoy had kissed Hermione Granger. Kissed her! Dear Merlin, if anyone ever found out, he would never hear the end of it. Not as though it was a horrible memory though. He couldn't help but remember the way it had felt to simply have her lips touch his. It was almost as if he had fallen under a spell of some sort, unable to even bear her standing there as she was. Most interesting it was…he had never felt so helpless…
Wait…helpless? Draco? Ha! This should be amusing to all ends.
So what was his plan now? Same as ever. He really didn't get what he wanted yet. Well…yeah he got to kiss her, but kissing a stiff, unresponsive person doesn't exactly count to him. No, Hermione had to be willing, very willing. And Draco wasn't going to give up until he had that. He wasn't going to just forget about all those odd feelings that coursed through him when they touched. He wasn't going to forget anything. Draco was going to get what he wanted, no matter how long it took him.
The next morning Hermione had found Ginny in the Gryffindor common room. She beckoned her back to her head-girl bedroom and shut the door behind her as Ginny sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at a copy of the Daily Prophet. Hermione inhaled sharply and walked lazily over to her desk chair, sitting on the side of it and resting her arm over the back. "So what's up?" Ginny asked, flipping the page. Hermione sighed once again.
"Well…I'm stuck."
"You're stuck?" Ginny asked, letting out a little chuckle as she gave her friend an odd smile. "What on?"
"Well…I can't believe I'm telling you this…" Hermione said, rubbing her face.
"You can tell me anything, you know that," Ginny reassured, placing the newspaper down next to her and holding her chin in her hands as she rest her elbows on her knees. "What's wrong?" she added, her voice becoming slightly worried.
"Malfoy kissed me," she spat out, evading all eye contact with the youngest Weasley. Her stomach began to churn as the room went silent and she began fidgeted in her chair.
"What?" Ginny asked, her tone flat as she watched the head-girls unusual behavior. Hermione sighed again.
"Malfoy kissed me," she repeated a little louder, still not looking up to meet her friend's eyes.'
"When? Where!" the red-haired Gryffindor questioned almost bouncing on the edge of the bed.
"Last night…in the…uh…oh my Merlin…I can't believe I'm saying this…"
"Yes…?" Ginny pushed.
"In the…room of requirement…" Hermione answered in voice almost as low as a whisper. Finally gaining her courage, the head-girl dared to look up. She almost laughed when she saw Ginny positively beaming on the side of the bed, bouncing up and down, her hands clasped on her lap as she smiled and fell back. "You're acting as if it happened to you…" Hermione said, almost disgusted. Why in the world did every girl go so…insane over him like this? He was a complete git!
"Hermione…Draco Malfoy! Wow…this is great…Hermione! How was it!" she asked, about ready to bounce off the roof. Hermione laughed and stood up, pacing the room.
"I cannot believe I'm having this conversation with you!" she said while throwing her arms in the air.
"Oh come on, Hermione, tell me!" she pleaded, replacing her smile with a 'sad' expression that wanted to make Hermione burst out laughing. Leave it up to Ginny Weasley to make Hermione feel better after anything.
"It was…nice…?" Ginny paused.
"Nice? That's it?" she asked, clearly not liking the answer. She then shook her head as if to say, 'oh no, that will not do.'
"Well…I didn't really respond…but…it was…weird…it was…I don't know…" Hermione stammered, knowing full well that it was amazing, but didn't really like the idea of telling anyone that she enjoyed the kiss from the boy she was supposed to hate…the Slytherin.
"Well, what happened?" Ginny asked, her smile falling as she watched Hermione deep in thought.
"We were patrolling the halls and…someone, not a student, was coming so he suddenly pulled me back into the room and we hid there until the person…or whatever it was…passed…and then…we stood there for so long…like complete idiots…then…you know…he did it…" Hermione sputtered out in one breath. Ginny laughed, shaking her head as she ran a hand through her red hair. "It was weird! It was almost like he was in a daze before he did it! I kept calling him and he just…wouldn't respond…then I find him kissing me!" she added, sending Ginny into another fit of laughter. "Well, I'm glad to see you care so much!"
"It's not that, Hermione," Ginny replied, waving her hand as she giggled lightly, causing Hermione to sigh.
"…You know what…can we just go to breakfast…I'm awfully hungry." Ginny nodded and smiled kindly to Hermione, who was standing there, looking quite disheveled. It was then that Ginny finally realized just how much this was bothering Hermione. Honestly, the girl had never had to deal with boys, except for the fact that she's always been great at ordering them around, especially the ones' that were out of line. So out of friendship and caring, Ginny left it at that and followed her friend down to the Great hall.
They both entered the Hall and made their way over to the Gryffindor table, sitting down beside their friends. Hermione smiled a greeting to Ron and Harry, but was silent the rest of the breakfast, her eyes unconsciously wandering over to the Slytherin table.
He wasn't there.
Nor the ten seconds later when Hermione decided to check again.
And neither ten seconds after that.
Or five seconds after that.
I hope you all liked this chapter! Don't worry, just because they kissed…or Draco kissed, doesn't mean that I'm going to start taking it really fast from here. I still really want to make it seem real. That was just, you know, impulse. Heh-heh.
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