The Littlest Things DxH
Disclaimer: Ah, the famous disclaimer line makes an appearance once again. And again, I say the same thing I said every other time I said a disclaimer. I own nothing. Everything belongs to JKR. If I did own anything, I repeat and maintain that I would be married to Tom Felton.
Author's Note- WOW! I cannot believe the success of this story. Thank you all who read and reviewed (rano, heytheredalaila, Missy Muggle Witch, superfragile, ChasingStarlight, xNikkixMasscurex, firebirdflame, honestlyybailee, LlamaPhi, Uber-l33t Rabid Ninja Squirrel, and purplekitten7)! Enjoy! This part is going to be more serious, but the funniness will start up again soon!
Prologue:
Hello, fellow readers. I hope you all know me by now; if not, I'm the narrator. But I am 100 percent positive that all of you knew that already. My goodness, Draco and Hermione sure know how to get themselves into trouble. I mean, he stole her suitcase, she's just in a towel, and both have been pinned to the wall (again). Plus the fact that Draco is making Hermione kiss him to get her suitcase back, which I must say is probably (okay, definitely) not the best idea in the world. I have a bad feeling about this. Either Hermione will be going to Azkaban for murder or Hogwarts is going to be blown to smithereens. Bah, teenagers. Hormones are the worst thing ever invented, but of course, who ever listens to the narrator? No one, that's who. Go along now, everyone.
Ch. 10:
Kiss me. The words reverberated in Hermione's mind. Kiss me. Hermione was shocked to her very core. Kiss me. Why would Malfoy ask her that? Kiss me. She expected "Do my homework for the month" or "do my laundry." Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me.
Hermione looked at Draco, who was still pinned against the wall. His eyes seemed to pierce her very soul, sifting through her memories and emotions. His eyes seemed so sad, so guarded; they seemed to hold the sorrow of the world. Hermione couldn't look away. His eyes…They're so beautiful. Why did I never notice them before?
"Granger…" Hermione only vaguely heard Draco speak. "I'm waiting…" Hermione slowly came back to reality. He asked me to kiss him. Why?
"Why?" Hermione whispered. Draco looked surprised when she asked that. Why did I ask her to kiss me? Do I not know myself?
"I don't know."
Hermione was still looking at him. She didn't know what came over her. It was like she was floating on clouds, aware of everything around her. Butterflies seemed to fill her whole body, igniting her muscles with the tingly sensation of electricity and perhaps something else…. "Why, Draco?" Her voice was nearly inaudible, making Draco strain to hear her.
Draco flinched, confused as to Hermione's sudden use of his first name. What is going on? It's like I'm entranced by her. I…I don't know what to do. "I don't know, Hermione. I really don't know…" A fear suddenly reached up to grip his throat. I have no idea what is happening! Why do I feel like I've been lit on fire?
Hermione continued to stare into his eyes. She was mesmerized by those swirling orbs of silver and gray. She memorized how his blond hair swept into his eyes, the way his cheekbones made his face look sharp but handsome, the soft curve of his lips, so often marred by a sneer or smirk… She leaned towards him, her lips coming closer and closer to his…
Draco saw Hermione moving toward him. How come I get the feeling that this isn't just for the suitcase…? He moved towards her, overcome by the trance that locked the two of them together. He put his arms around her face and neck. He could feel her hot breath on his face. His heart quickened. So close….
Suddenly, Hermione's rational mind made a comeback, breaking the entrancement. What the HELL am I doing?!? Kissing MALFOY!? Holy Merlin! Hermione wrenched herself out of Malfoy's grasp, nearly as surprised as Draco was. "I…I got to leave." She raced out of the common room still clad in only her towel, dashed into her room, and slammed the door. What just happened? Why did I even think those thoughts about Malfoy? Ewww, disgusting. But his eyes. Merlin, his eyes….Hermione, you need to get a hold of yourself. This. Instant. What happened just now will never ever happen again and it's your job to make sure of that. Oh, what have I done? Hermione fell on her bed, her mind whirring as her emotions clashed with each other. She began crying softly into her pillow. What have I done?
Draco was still against the wall, stunned at Hermione's outburst. First she stares at me, calls me Draco, almost kisses me, and then runs like no tomorrow to her room. Since when was Granger so damn complicated? He touched his lips. I was almost kissed by the Gryffindor Princess. And I wanted it. Really wanted it. I wanted it more than anything in the world. What is happening to me? I am supposed to win the bet with Blaise. That's it. NO romantic feelings at all. Period. Draco went to go sit on the sofa, trying to grapple with his thoughts and feelings. This can never happen again, Draco. Never. You need to get Granger for the bet, but absolutely no romantic feelings allowed. None. I'm not supposed to fall in love, especially not with Granger. Draco got up and went to his room, but not before putting his ear to Hermione's door. He thought he heard her crying, but the sound was so soft that he couldn't tell for sure. He plopped on his bed, staring at the deep-green ceiling. What mess I have gotten myself into?
Author's PS- There you have it, readers. No kiss, but a pretty close one plus some new feelings popping up. How was it? Great, awful? Reviews and constructive criticism welcome.