Be Mine
Be Mine
Chapter Eleven: Kiss me
The morning after the kiss, the sun streamed in his window, and the castle seemed eerily quiet without the patter of the rain, and pound of the thunder.
Draco stood up swiftly and pulled his window drapes open in a flourish, grinning when he saw that everything was a blinding powder white.
The trees were frosted with white glittery dust and glazed with shimmering ice icicles, the rolling hills were a shinning white, and small white puffs were still falling from the grey blue sky.
The first snow of the year, and on a Saturday too…perfect.
The Slytherin, hurried with boyish enthusiasm towards his closet. He first pulled on two pairs of sweat pants then a pair of muggle jeans, next he slipped on two long sleeved shirts and a sweat shirt over that. Pulling on a pair of brown boots, gloves, and a grey toboggan hat…he bounded into the common room.
Spotting Granger leaving her room, he walked over to her, picked her up and swung her around once before placing a kiss on her surprised mouth.
"Granger! It's snowing,"
"Put me down you ponce!" she exclaimed with a laugh, her eyes twinkling with amusement, he set her down slowly and looked at her.
She was bundled up also, with a cap on her head, her unruly curls leaking like water out from under it. She had a Gryffindor scarf on, tucked under her black pea coat, a pair of jeans and a pair of black boots.
"Come on Snow monkey, lets go have a fight," he grabbed her glove covered hand and pulled her out of the common room.
"Snow monkey?" she said with amusement as he dragged her down the chilled hall and out the great doors onto the snowy lawn.
It seemed the rest of the school had the same idea.
Hermione dropped Draco's hand instantly; when she spotted her friends a few feet away.
The Slytherin boy pretended not to notice, and he bent down to scoop some of the fine white powder into his glove clad hand.
"Oi, Granger…Your going down!" he yelled as she took off running away from him; but he pulled back his arm and let the snow ball fly, nailing her right in her back.
She turned to look at him with her dark eyes, an almost evil smirk curling across her face. She bent down to make another snowball, just as Draco let another one fly across the field at her; But it missed her and hit Ginny whom was standing right behind the head girl.
The red-head turned around to see an innocent looking Malfoy, who had a smirk the size of mars across his face.
"Malfoy this means war!" the Gryffindor girl hurled a snow ball at him, hitting her aim directly in his face.
"Weasley!" the blonde boy spat, spewing ice and snow everywhere.
He wiped his eyes and saw both Hermione and Ginny doubled over each other in loud giggles and laughter.
"What Malfoy?!" this shout came from his other side where Ron and Harry where approaching snowballs in hand.
"Your little demon sister hit me in the face," Draco said turning to look at the lanky red head.
"Really? nice Job Gin," Ron said moving swiftly to stand next to his sister and his girlfriend, whom were still laughing but trying to hold their rapturous giggles in.
"I see how it is, Weasley… family loyalty and all that…Well me and Potter are going to take you down," The head boy said grabbing an unsuspecting Harry who was just about to make his way over to the other team.
"We are?" Harry exclaimed training his bright emerald eyes over to his enemy's face in surprise.
"Work with me Potter," Draco hissed at the raven haired man.
"Yeah, Yeah…You're going down," The boy who lived tried to cover up his fumble, when a snow ball hit him in his gut.
"Less talk…More action," Hermione said already bending down to take another handful of powder.
"That's my girl," Ron said smiling at his Girlfriend.
Draco felt his heart stop and his throat close up.
It was on.
Snow was flying from both sides, and soon Harry and Draco had acquired Blaise, while the other team had Luna join in.
Team Draco was strategic, pulling fakes and decoys only to ambush the other team with hard packed snow.
On the other hand Hermione's team was uncontrolled, throwing snowballs with reckless abandon.
The orange-yellow Sun was making its way swiftly across the azure blue sky, and soon you could find Blaise and Luna off beneath a tree kissing passionately. Harry and Ginny had disappeared all together, and it was only Ron, Draco, and Hermione left.
Draco had one snowball left in his hand, and it had his fellow heads' name on it. He was hiding behind a tree, watching as Ron and Hermione both looked for him.
He watched as Ron slipped away to look for him, closer to the castle.
Smoothly he slipped closer to the curly haired witch, he stealthily sneaked towards her and before she could turn around he pulled the neck of her jacket and stuffed the cold snow down her back.
She spun towards him quickly jumping around to try to get the snow out of her clothes.
She growled at him and gave him a fierce glare before pushing him, trying to get him to fall down into the snow. What she didn't calculate into her plan was his quick reflexes, with one smooth movement, he had her leg caught between his and she was on top of him.
With another quick movement, he rolled them over so he rested on top of her, his forearms against the snow on either side of her head.
Their faces were inches apart, and their hot breath was making puffs in the cold air between them as they both were breathing heavily.
Hermione's lips were red with cold, and he wanted to kiss her sweet mouth desperately.
He was leaning in, and his mouth touched hers in a feather light kiss, she sighed and touched his face softly, before they heard foot steps approaching, crunching over a hill toward them.
They had just enough time to roll off of each other and stand up, before they saw Ron emerge over the top of a hill.
"There you two are," his grin was monumental, and clueless.
As Hermione blushed slightly, Draco cleared his throat before extending his hand toward the red-head.
"Cheers Weasley, Good Game," and with that the blonde man, shook his enemy's hand and walked away towards the castle, his heart beating in his ears.
That night at Dinner, the castles population was in total excitement over the fist snow fall of the year, but everything came to a complete hush when Professor McGonagall stood up at the end of dinner to make an announcement.
"This year at Hogwarts, we will do something new. During the Holidays we, the staff, will host…a dance." Excited whispers spread through the room like wild fire, until the headmistress held up her hands for silence. "No student will need to do anything for this Dance…but there are a few rules." She paused before continuing on in her usual brisk fashion.
"Only fifth year and up may attend," Groans from the lower years, "and no one is allowed to arrange a date." This announcement sent everyone into excited and confused frenzy.
"For it is to be a masquerade ball, everyone must wear a mask…and come alone, this allows students to meet new people with out any prejudice. The teachers have decided to promote Dumbledore's dream of house unity."
"Thank you, that is all." She sat back, the excited whispers rose all across the hall.
Draco smirked and swiftly stood up to make his way out of the great hall, already steering away from swooning girls who were eyeing him from across the room.
He glanced towards the Gryffindor table not spotting the dark curls of the head girl.
Finally he made it to the common room, and he saw her.
The moon light was streaming in from the back window casting the room into a pale glow, while the flickering fire sent a warm hue to her skin, causing her to look beautifully unworldly. Her small hands were wrapped around the cover of a large brown book, and her eyes glowed as they traced the words with childish eagerness. She bit her lip with concentration, and flipped an unruly curl out of her eyes.
Without a thought the Slytherin boy made his way over to where she was reading, and with one swift movement he was sitting next to her on the couch his hands cupping her face.
"Kiss me Granger" he whispered against her lips, and before she could even open her mouth, he slanted his lips against hers. Kissing her slowly she finally relented and clutched at his shoulders while shifting her body for better access. He swiped his tongue along her bottom lip and with a breathy sigh she opened her mouth, letting him slip his tongue in. He stroked her cheeks and jaw, before running his fingers through her soft curls. His hands traveled down her shoulders to her waist, where he rested one hand the other hand placed on her hip.
She tangled her small fingers into his platinum locks pulling his head closer, so that she could slip her own tongue into his mouth, creating a hot battle for dominance.
When they pulled back for air, and they both caught sight of each others dark lust filled eyes, Draco stood up and stared at her hotly once more before retreating to his room.
Hermione let out a long breath, and closed her eyes, fighting back guilty tears.
He just kissed so good.
Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
I wear those shoes and You will wear that dress.
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me
-New Found Glory