An Unlikely Love

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Chapter Eleven

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The First Kiss

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At dinner that night, Hermione asked Professor Dumbledore if she could have friends in her dorm or maybe she could go into the Gryffindors dorm. Professor Dumbledore thought about it, and told her she could. She was so excited she could burst. Maybe now things won't be so boring and I won't feel so alone.

After dinner, Hermione lay on her bed finishing her Muggle Studies homework. She couldn't wait to finish, she was going to get her friends to hang out for a while and do their Potions homework together. I wonder if bringing them here is such a good idea after what happened in class earlier.

Hermione hadn't seen Draco since her double Potion's class. How dare he insult my friends like that!? Not only did he insult my friends, but he insulted me to. When I see him I'm gonna…wait. What am I going to do? I want to hurt him, but on the other hand I want to throw him on the couch and make out with him for hours. What! How can I possible have thoughts like that? Not towards Draco Malfoy of all people. He wants Harry dead. Heck, I think he wants me dead.

I don't know what to do. What to think. Or how to feel. Everyone would totally hate me if he and I hooked up. Not that I would anyways.

Ginny and Ron would never speak to me again. Harry and Neville would totally be mad. But Luna might be alright about it. She would be upset, but I think she would be the one to accept it. And to think a year ago I though she was the weirdest creature to walk this planet.

Sure, Draco's grown over the summer, but has he changed? No he hasn't. He is still the same rude jerk as before. We are so different, so not meant to be. I don't even think I like him. There is just a slight attraction. It means nothing. I need to ignore it.

Just then a pounding on the door made her jump out of her thoughts. Before she could say anything, her door shot open.

Draco crawled through the Wild Lady's portrait. Going to his room he stopped short. His bedroom door was wide open. I know for a fact, that the house elves don't have any reason to touch doors. They appear, clean, then disappear; all magic. No need to touch doors. That only leaves one person…

Throwing his bag on an armchair and pulling off his robe, Draco stormed over to Hermione's room and pounded on the door. Without waiting for her to answer, Draco barged in and stopped at her bedside.

Hermione quickly stood and pulled on a sweatshirt. Draco couldn't help but to look at her. She had beautiful bronzed skin showing between her sweat pants and tank. He wanted to reach out and grab her, throw her on the bed and make mad passionate love. Instead, he yelled at her.

"Why is my door open?" he hollered.

Hermione's face paled, "What? I don't know what you mean." She took her books out of her bag, trying to avoid his eyes.

"My bedroom door, why is it open?" his fist went to his waist. He was so mad he didn't want to punch anything and scare her away.

"Look, it's no big deal," she said moving around her room and into the common room.

Draco followed her, "No big deal? That is my room, my privacy. You had no right going in there! If you ever step foot into my room uninvited again…I'll…"

"You'll what? Hurt me?" Hermione said spinning around to face him. She didn't realize that by doing that she would be nose to nose with him.

Draco's voice caught in his throat. His palms grew sweaty. He never expected to ever get this close to her. He swallowed hard. "I…I might…just…just do…"

His eyes caught and held Hermione's. Slowly, Draco reached out and pulled Hermione into his arms. Without thinking, his arms found their way around d her back and his lips grazed hers.

Hermione felt him put his arms around her. Oh no, what do I do? Stop thinking Hermione.

Without protest, she leaned into him as he pulled her close, her arms found their way around his neck. And then they were kissing. She pushed up into him, deepening their kiss.

Feelings inside Hermione stirred. Feelings she never imagined she had. A warm sensation moved like figures from her breast down her body.

Draco slipped his lips off of Hermione's and kissed her cheek as his hand started moving up her side, over her ribs. He slid his hand under the hem of her shirt and found his way to her breast.

Hermione gasped at the feeling. This is wrong. She caught his hand with hers and held it. They stood staring into each others eyes. Neither of them moving, neither of them speaking, they felt as if they had opened a door to a forbidden room.

Hermione pushed Draco away from her. Draco looked surprised and hurt. Hermione felt low, but at the same time, she knew it was the right thing to do.

"Your door was open," she said shakily, "because I was looking for you this morning. When I didn't find you, I was angry and forgot to shut the door. I'm sorry."

Draco ran his hands through his hair and let out the breath he was holding. "Oh."

Hermione took one final look at Draco then she fled to her room, wanting to escape from his eyes. She slammed the door shut and leaned up against the door. Sliding down to the floor, she brought her knees up to her chest.

Oh my god! What did I just do? I can't believe it. I kissed Draco Malfoy. There is no way I can tell anyone.

Draco watched Hermione run for her room. Once her door was safely shut, he couldn't help but to smirk. He had done it again. He had embarrassed her. Without meaning to of course, but he had done it. Two times in two days, that's a new record.

He sat on the sofa; a fire was once again on in the fireplace. Staring into the fire he couldn't help but to think what his father would say if he knew about what he had just done. He would kill me. If anyone knew, word would somehow get to father. There is no way anyone can find out about this.

AN: Hey Everyone. I'm glad everyone is enjoying my story. Once again, I'm sorry about the miss spells. I do my best. If anyone has any ideas for my story or would like to see something happen, I'm open to idea's and will do the best I can.