Chapter 11

Kisses, Embarrassed, and Love?

I was away in Canada wit my Grandma, she can no longer speak properly :(

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With her protests cut short by his lips, Hermione was in shock.

I know that he kisses me in public to put on a show, but why now. Does he want to kiss me? No he hates me, right? She thought.

That's when a little voice popped up in her head (the little voice is bold her thought are not)

He hates me.

No he doesn't.

Yes he does.

Then why is he taking every chance he has to kiss you.

To put on a good show?

In private?

Maybe he thinks someone is watching.

Even though he put wards all around this room.

He doesn't like me. He hates me, he always has.

I beg to differ.

Her thoughts would have continued the fight, but at this point Draco had just stuck his tongue into her mouth and all thoughts were drifting away.

He pulled her closer to him, and ran his figures through her hair.

I always wondered if it was soft. He though as he continued to explored her mouth with his tongue.

By now Hermione had forgotten all thought of concern and was busying her self running her hands through is platinum blonde hair.

Wow I always thought it would be hard because of gel, or oily, but it's really quite soft and nice. She thought absent mindedly.

Subconsciously she moved closer to him, they were now pressed up against each other.

The kiss was passionate, it was unhurried and undemanding, but still held a passion that was indescribable. It was like the "magic" you hear about at the end of movies when the guy and girl kiss. It was full of, dare I say it, love?

Draco broke the kiss first (unexpected right, you'd think he'd go to third base on the spot, but no.) He turned away, he cheeks held a light pink tinge.

'Are you….blushing?' Hermione asked after recovering from the kiss.

'No.' He said shortly.

'You're in denial.' She said.

'How can I be in da Nile, it's all the way in Egypt.'

'Ha ha, very funny.' She rolled her eyes at his comment sardonically.

'Well you know, I am a comic genius.' He teased.

'Do you always joke when you're embarrassed?' She inquired seriously.

'Who said I was embarrassed?' He muttered offensively.

She leaned over and kissed him softy on the lips. He tried to ignore it, he knew he would just blush more, but all he could think about was her soft, rosy lips.

(Well truth be told that wasn't all, but I'm keeping this scene pg-13.)

He blushed more.

'You're embarrassed about kissing me aren't you? She said, she had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, maybe he didn't like her. Wait then why would she have sinking feeling, she didn't like him, right?

'No.'

'Denial.'

'Why are you so obsessed with Egypt?'

'There you go joking more. You are embarrassed.'

'I am not.' He said with a pout.

'You know when you pout you look like a spoiled three year old.' She replied.

'But a sexy spoiled three year old, right?' He said.

'Back to the jokes. Embarrassed. Why are you embarrassed, you have kissed girls before haven't you?'

'Of course I have, I'm eighteen. It's just—' He trailed off.

'Just?' She said prompting him to keep talking.

'I've kissed girls, just not…you.' He said bashfully. I know, surprise, surprise, an embarrassed, bashful Draco."

'Me? What's so special about me? You had no trouble kissing me out there.'

'It's different.'

'How so?'

'Can we not talk about it?'

'Okay.' Hermione said picking back up her book.

Draco watched her read for a while. He was surprised with himself. Why had he opened up to her and told her what was on him mind. He was the Slytherin Prince, he never had emotions, he didn't tell people anything. He didn't care.

Why did he care now, about her? He didn't even know what his feelings meant. He wanted to protect her, and to care for her. He wanted to have the chance to turn the world upside down just to make her happy.

He wanted…he didn't know what it was called what he wanted to do, he had the feeling he wanted to love her.


(a/n) the new Draco, and as i promised, barely anymore angst, i hope. We r into Lurve. And my grandma is nto doing well, but she's nto dead yet, to quote monty python, so all we can do is cross r fingures and hope she lives out the rest of her life in peace and happiness, right? u all rock, R&R!!! ur friend the dyslexic bookworm --- sarah

ps if any of u no wat to do to stop ppl from cutting pleaz tell me, a friend of mine is having some trouble, thanx