A/N: Public Displays of Affection ;) well this update proved to be a little troublesome than it I thought it would. Linking all the parts together as a whole so it would flow better was a challenge, but finally, after many days of tweaking and changing things, I am happy with the result. I hope you enjoy! :)
**longest chapter to date!**
Chapter 11
October 6th
Hermione stood here, at the entrance of Hogsmeade, admiring the new look of the town; like she was fourteen all over again seeing it for the first time. So many new buildings and add-ons, she really had nowhere to begin.
Her ears caught the sounds of the excited voices all around her, her eyes watching the many pairs of students hopping off their own carriages, laughing and pointing to the new sights.
'I should be like them,' she thought biting down on her lip. She braved a glance to the person next to her, glad to see that he was preoccupied with the scenery.
**flashback**
Hermione peered out the window, watching as Hogwarts Castle shrink away, but her mind remained upon her reaction to when he held her hand. It was far different than the several touches he had done earlier in the week, her entire body actually felt strange.
"So...what do you think?" she heard him say. She took a deep breath before shifting her eyes over to him. He was staring at her intently, as he twirled his ring through his fingers, confused as to what he was asking her for.
"About what?" she murmured, watching him take a deep breath before he returned his focus to his twirling ring.
"Haven't you noticed?" he drawled, halting his finger movements, so he could open up his own jacket, "Use your eyes and look more closely,"
She was ready to retort, but quickly decided against it, once her eyes caught on to what he was wearing; Muggle clothes - sneakers, jeans, and a shirt, all of which she was certain were all very expensive given the style of them.
"Hmm, speechless are we?" he continued. She spotted a hint of a smile play on his lips. "Just the response I was hoping for."
Hermione snorted, unable to hold back, "Please, there's nothing about you I find remotely attractive!"
"Your eyes tell me otherwise, Granger," he said slowly, his eyes completely focused upon hers, "just like back in the courtyard..."
Hermione twitched in her seat and narrowed her eyes, before returning to look out the window. She heard him tsk, "What, didn't think I would notice? How Gryffindor of you,"
She scoffed as she kept her focus on the outdoors, and the multi-coloured trees passing by, "Whatever, Malfoy" she muttered.
"Now Granger, there's no need to be embarrassed..."
She watched Malfoy as he leant forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his legs with his hands clasped together under his chin, "After all, I wore these specifically for you; it makes me happy to know you approve"
"What?" she said shuffling herself in an attempt to increase the distance between them. She watched as he shrugged his shoulders.
"The only remaining question is...did you return the favour?" he motioned to her jacket.
Hermione just stared, not really sure of how to respond to his comment. The smirk on his lips didn't serve much help to her nerves either.
"I told you before," she began, adjusting her jacket firmly closed, "What I wear is for me, and only me!"
She watched as he fell back on the seat and sighed, "Well that may be true, but as far as today goes when the real flirting begins; you wore it to impress me. Got it?"
**end**
Hermione shook her head of the memory and returned her focus to the crowd; "When the real flirting begins" she muttered to herself and swallowed down her nerves. 'Come on, remember what Ginny said...I am brave...strong...it's just Malfoy...I can handle Malfoy!'
Hermione felt a slight tickling upon her hand, breaking her from her thoughts. Quickly she turned and realized, Malfoy was once again, holding onto her hand. Instinctively she tried to pull away but it only made Malfoy grip tighter.
"What are you doing?" Hermione murmured as she tried to tug her arm free. "You don't have to hold-" she was silenced by Malfoy pressing his finger to her lips. He shook his head slowly, then motioned over to the side with his chin.
"Actually, Weasley is right behind you" he used that same hand to brush back the loose strand of hair behind her ear. "So I suppose we get things rolling, hmm?"
Hermione shuffled her feet and chewed on her lip, dropping her gaze downward to their clasped hands - the safer option than staring at him in the eyes. The pounding of her heart began to increase as she felt the tickle of her hair against her jaw. 'Why does his touch affect me so?'
"Like, how about you show me what you've decided to wear for me?" he dropped his hand further down, to the lapel of her jacket, and down to her hand that's holding the ends closed.
"I..." Hermione began, but her voice was gone the second he had successfully pushed her hand aside and opened the jacket wider.
His eyes flashed as he caught sight of the bluish silver material hugging her torso; had he been chewing a mint at this moment (which Blaise offered him to use before he did any snogging), he could have easily swallowed it. She had more exposed skin that he had expected, her waist turned out to be way smaller than he thought, and her chest was far from just a decent size.
"Well this-" his voice was grainy before he quickly disguised it with a cough before he tried again, "This is certainly an improvement."
Hermione just stared at him, completely stunned. 'Did he just...stutter?' she felt her heart increase its rhythm from the appreciative glance he gave her.
Snarling, Hermione shoved him back a few steps, then pulled her jacket closed, "Ugh, creep" she then, turned her back to him. 'I hate you Ginny; this is all your fault!'
"Now, Granger, don't be like this." he warned, placing his hands upon her shoulders. Hermione almost jumped from the contact, 'Am I ever going to get used to him touching me?'
"You should be proud," he slowly turned her back around to look at her, "Not many girls can actually meet up to my standards."
"And since when did that matter? As long as they were...willing, who were you to deny them anything?"
Out of sheer shock, Hermione slapped a hand right to her mouth, "Oh my god," she hissed before she pressed her hand to her mouth again, "I can't believe I just said that!"
Draco however, wasn't that surprised; for he had made the comment on purpose to evoke such a response from her. 'Now we're getting somewhere,'
"Well-"
"Drake! There you are!"
Draco groaned, upon hearing the familiar click-clacking of heels, shutting his eyes, 'Not again...'
Pansy, walking much like a model, scurried right over to him and linked her arm around his. "Listen, about this morning..." she started to use her other hand to rub a hand up and down his chest, "I...I was being stupid, and annoying. You know, Blaise always brings out the worst in me, and...well I just hope this doesn't mess us up!"
"We've been over this, Pansy," Draco said, removing his arm from hers, and adjusting his shirt, "Hermione's my date for today, not you,"
Hermione snapped her head at Malfoy, once she realized he said her given name. Pansy, who was equally as shocked, took a few steps backward.
"Since when is this Mudblood,'Hermione' to you?!"
"It's all formalities, Pansy. Hermione is my date, so I can address her, as whatever I want. Isn't that right, kitten?"
'Merlin help me,' Hermione sighed, putting on her best smile, and then stared at Pansy, "Right. Draco and I have other things in mind then to-"
Pansy snorted, sounding much close to that of a pig, "Listen, Mudblood, have no right calling Draco by his name! Nor are you to assume he would spend time with you over his own friends!"
"Well isn't that what defines a date?" Hermione said, folding her arms over her chest, "He and I will be together for the duration of this day! So really, it seems you're the one at loss here, Pansy"
Pansy's eyes flashed and her teeth bared, at hearing her name, "Clearly the mud in your head made you misunderstand me. Draco's business is with his friends. You are not his friend"
"Clearly you are the one who misunderstood me," Hermione said calmly. "I am his date"
"As an attempt to make me jealous I'm sure. I mean let's get serious here, you can't possibly handle Draco," she turned to Draco and immediately ran her hand along his clothed arm, "He can be quite wild, at times, you see and well, you're just pathetic and fragile, he'll just break you, not that it would be too much of a loss. One less Mudblood tainting the world as far as I'm concerned"
Hermione laughed to herself, "You and I have very different opinions on what is considered to be pathetic, Pansy" Hermione finished with a sweet smile. Her eyes caught sight of Ginny walking with Luna and then without a second thought, walked away from the scene before her to approach her best friend.
Confused that she would just up and leave, Draco watched as his date wormed her way through the crowd to the Weaslette and the Loon. (Not hard to miss given she was dressed in a bright orange two piece outfit)
Smiling triumphantly Pansy just laughed, "Oh, that was easy" she batted her lashes as stared at Draco; not realizing that he wasn't even looking at her, "Now, shall we proceed? Theo and Blaise want us to meet them at the Hog's Head, and then maybe hit some that Quidditch Store...although I much rather use our time for other activities..."
Draco felt a hand clawing its way up his chest and immediately pried himself away from Pansy, "Stop it, will you? You sound so desperate, give it up already, I'm not interested"
Pansy tsk'd, "Every couple has their quarrels, Drake." she said in a honey-sweet, almost acidic voice.
"We're not a couple. Never have been a couple. That's all been in your head. Now if you would move, I need to get to my real date"
Pansy went to reach for him again, but Draco had successfully dodged her attack and escaped through the crowd.
"Well I must say, the outfit really is far different from to your usual plain and boring attire," Luna said in her usual dreamy, almost unnatural sounding, voice.
Hermione, who was giving a careful glance around the crowd before facing the two girls. "Um thanks Luna," she turned back to Ginny.
Ginny folded her arms, as though she was not in the mood for anything she had to say, "Why are you here, shouldn't you be showing off your date?"
"Oh, you have a date, Hermione?" Luna said, her wide, blue eyes gleaming, "Is it Draco?"
Ginny furrowed her brows and turned her focus to her companion, "What? Draco? Since when the heck are you-"
"Well, he's on his way over here, it seems you shouldn't have left him, Hermione. He doesn't look that happy"
Hermione dismissed the blonde girl, and faced Ginny, "Look, I'm sorry about the whole Dean thing! I just wanted to help you, like you've helped me"
"Well I've told you more than once, I've got it handled"
She was ready to respond, but a hand had snaked around her middle. 'Malfoy...'
"Thought you could get away from me hmm?" he breathed against her ear.
Instantly Hermione turned around to face him. He took a hold of her hand, "Come on, it's time to go and have some real fun." and nodded to the other two girls. Then guided her away through the semi-crowd.
Luna just smiled, as she watched the couple saunter off, "They really do look nice together. Draco's a much better specimen compared to your brother. I mean no offense or anything, but Ron's rather dull looking"
Ginny furrowed her brows at Luna. Luna just shrugged, as though she said nothing wrong, "It's not just me. Everyone says it; Hermione could have had anyone, in the entire world, after the war, and she goes and settles for below-average. Didn't do her much good, considering he cheated. Of course Draco has had his fair share of girlfriends, so there's always the possibility he would cheat on her too," Luna said, her eyes even wider than before. "A shame really..."
Ginny just shook her head, "Come on, the Three Broomsticks is this way,"
It had been an odd afternoon thus far mainly because she spent it around Malfoy (she still couldn't get herself to call him Draco, even after proving a point to Pansy). Many times she wanted to flee and just forget the whole thing, and at the same time, she would spot Ron with Lavender. Changing her attitude to stick by her date and pretend to be interested.
In turn, he utilized those chances as means to flirt with her, by twisting around everything she said; it was like she was dealing with a total different person than she's endured in the past week. He was actually funny, charming, sarcastic, and free, like this whole weight had lifted from his shoulders.
'Is this what the real Draco Malfoy is like?' She often told herself whenever she got stumped from his witty remarks; the time of which he would either wink or cast his signature smirk. She even noticed that she was no longer getting nervous or twitches whenever he reach out to touch her either on the back or shoulder. Her body was actually becoming comfortable around him.
She also found herself wondering what he gift he got for her (as a result for making it through their day together.) He had bought many things, most of which he hid from her view.
"It's eating away at you, isn't it?" He said as they left 'Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop'. They had hid themselves in here, from Hermione's urging once she spotted Lavender and Ron strolling down the street toward them. Hermione turned to face her companion, seeing him patting his front pocket of his jacket.
"Actually, no, it's not" Hermione shoved her own items into her beaded bag, readjusted the strap on her shoulder and pulled her hair out of her coat as the two of them headed toward the 'The Three Broomsticks.' (She actually had been purposefully avoiding the place, as it would be the spot everyone was.)
"Oh yes it is, you girls are all that same. Once someone promises they will reward you with something, that's all you think about"
"Well, not me," Hermione hissed, "after all, it's not really much of a reward when all I am doing is just pretending to be into you."
Draco smirked, 'Except, your reward isn't materialistic...'
They reached the place to which, Draco opened the door allowing her to go in first. Hermione raised an eyebrow at the gesture as it had been the first time of the day for him to do it.
"What?" he said shrugging, "We're no longer alone, so as one would say, it's show time" he placed a hand at her back and guided her through the opened door, before he followed her on in. 'Yeah...great,' she thought biting her lip nervously.
"Wow..." Hermione said in awe, of the new look, mostly the new dance area. Coated in shades of reds and greens with black curtains, four-seated booths; it reminded her of a very low-key club back in her hometown.
"They weren't kidding when they changed up this place..." she whispered to herself, as she caught sight of the coat check up ahead. 'Coat check?'
She chewed on her lip. She had been very successful in keeping the back of her outfit away from her date, which she would how put on display for him.
"Miss, can I have your coat please?" said the female clerk, breaking Hermione from her thoughts. She remained rooted at the spot, with her hands tensing around the front of her jacket.
"Come on, Granger, the place is filling up," Draco said casually as he handed off his coat to the girl, to which she handed him a small white tab. He strolled off to the side once the desk became too crowded.
Swallowing tightly once again, Hermione realized that Malfoy had left her side to stand near the doorway. 'If I'm quick, he won't see what I'm not wearing...' pushed away her thoughts and slipped the jacket off her shoulders, then carefully removed one hand at a time, placed it into the girl's hands.
Draco gave the room a glance around, spotting Weasley with his date near the bar, enjoying each other's company. A smirk played upon his lips, 'And once again, we run into them...' before he turned back his attention to his date hoping to have her at his side, but instead she was still at the desk talking to the girl. He would've been annoyed by this, if it weren't for the fact her entire back was on display.
He felt the air escape his lungs once he caught her leaning slightly over the countertop to hand the girl her jacket. Her back was beautifully arched, that he could see just how low those jeans she wore were hanging on her slender hips. He heard a few whistles, which also drew her attention. She was leaning on her elbow as she searched for the source of the sound, his eyes, still transfixed on her bare back, and then his eyes caught movement, someone he did not know was approaching her.
In a flash, before he could even realize it, his feet had lead him to her side. He snaked a hand around her, and placed it atop the counter.
"Where the bloody hell is the rest of your shirt?"
Hermione almost immediately fell over from how close Malfoy was standing to her.
"Malfoy!" she hissed, lightly pushing him back to increase the distance between them. "What are you doing? You are supposed to stand over there!"
"Answer the question," he muttered, his eyes never blinking, "Where is the rest of your shirt?"
Hermione scoffed, "This is a halter top, Malfoy, it's designed this way!" she internally groaned; she had high hopes to keep this away from him.
"Really?" he said being mindful of the many onlookers.
"You've never seen one?" but the look on his face was all the answer she needed. She smirked and folded her arms, "Huh, well isn't that interesting?"
"I share the same sentiments, Granger." he gave her a slow once over, "You took this whole, dress girly thing, rather well. Turn around again"
Hermione scoffed, "I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me. Turn around; I want another look,"
Hermione narrowed her eyes, "Not happening," she waved him on, "Go in."
"And what, have you run out on me?" he reached over and encircled his hand around her waist. He felt a shock through out his body from feeling the soft skin of her back.
"Not happening," he said in the same tone she used on him, then inched her toward the doorway.
Hermione felt her body shake from his hand on her skin as she shuffled her feet onward. Some light music was playing with a few people were already dancing to it; people were mingling and laughing. Her eyes then caught sight to where Malfoy was leading her. A table in the far off corner, which already had one occupant; Blaise Zabini.
She immediately halted her steps in shock, where Malfoy almost collided right into her.
"Hang on a minute," she said, using a hand to pry her date away from her body.
"Come on Granger, you knew this had to happen eventually"
She gave a slow glance around, and became self-conscious as she caught some of the hungry looks of several males. Then located the other two of his friends not that far from Blaise. She sneered at them and then returned her gaze upon his; staring deep into his ice-grey eyes, "I thought it was just going to be you; not your Slytherin posse!"
Hermione shook her head, "I never should've let you talk me into this...really..."
Draco rolled his eyes, "Would you relax? Blaise isn't staying"
"Actually he's not what I am talking about." Hermione motioned to the side. Curious Draco turned to see, not that far away from Blaise was Theo and Pansy in deep conversation at the side banister separating the dining spot to the dancing.
"What, you showed up Pansy pretty well earlier, what's to say it won't happen again?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Let me guess, is it some wicked fantasy of yours to have two women fight over you?! Well hate to break it to you, but I have far better things to do in my time than to deal with your fan-girl. She can have you as far as I'm concerned"
Draco smirked at hearing her tone of voice. "Did anyone tell you," he drawled, cautiously looking around the place and then placed his hand around her shoulders. "How cute you look when you're jealous?"
Hermione tilted her head to the side to see his hand upon her shoulder and immediately shrugged him off her, "Me? Jealous of Pansy?!" she scoffed. Her eyes caught several on-lookers, one of which was Parvati, who nudged Lavender, who in turn nudged Ron. Daring herself, Hermione lifted her hand and placed it right on his chest; just above his heart.
Instantly Draco jolted of the contact, as it had been the first time she took the initiative to touch him. He just stared at her out of sheer curiosity of what she would do next.
Steeling her nerves, Hermione inched her hand upward, passed his shoulder and curled it around to place her fingers at the back of his neck. She felt him tense under her touch as she started to twirl the long strands of his hair, then moved her gaze back to his and quirked one brow, "Not likely,"
Draco matched her expression, smirked at her sudden change in attitude, 'Now this is more like it,' His eyes twinkled at all the possibilities he could to further progress his flirting cleared his throat and then decided to return the gesture, and ghosted his fingers all along her arm before taking her hand within his.
"Shame." he said licking his lips, "I really like it when my little kitten gets feisty; gives me a preview to what she's like behind closed doors" he added a wink for good measure. He felt a great shift inside once he caught the light shade of pink upon her cheeks.
Hermione felt her entire body shudder; 'Oh my god, did he really just...?'
"Ugh, Malfoy, do you mind taking your business elsewhere? Some of us are trying to enjoy our meals here"
'I know that voice!' Hermione thought, before turning right around, spotting her three house-mates; Seamus, Dean, and Neville sitting in the booth Hermione had no idea she was standing in front of. For a second, no other word was said, as each person held an expression between horrified and shock.
She swallowed tightly and quickly dropped her gaze downward. 'Oh, I'm so embarrassed!'
"Blimey, Hermione!" squeaked Neville. "You look...d-different"
"You could not tell it was you from the back," Seamus said; his eyes practically popping out of his head. Dean just nodded in agreement.
"Um...right," Hermione murmured, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot, then stopped once she felt a pair of hands settle upon her shoulders. The hairs on the back of her neck stood high on end and then, with a sudden wave of bravery jabbed Malfoy in the ribs with her elbow, "Back off"
Draco sighed, as he gently tugged her to the side, "You heard them; let's continue this elsewhere" he motioned to the set of tables at the far side; where Blaise was still waiting for them.
"Hold on, that was Hermione?!" said a voice over Dean's shoulder. Both he, and Seamus turned around to spot fellow seventh-years, Michael and Terry of Ravenclaw was peering over their seats.
Dean shrugged, "Trust us, we're just as shocked," he looked back to Seamus, who nodded. All five boys just stared off in the distance; watching as Malfoy guide Hermione off to one of the far booths.
"After you," Draco said, waving her to the seat. He glanced over to Blaise, who raised his glass in acknowledgement.
"Lookin good, Granger," Blaise said with a grin, and then looked back to Draco and gave him a thumb's up before taking a long sip of his drink.
"Custom made? I don't think I've ever seen anyone wear something like that before,"
Hermione shifted in her seat as she watched her date take the seat next to her then turned her focus to the dark Italian, "Um, actually I borrowed it from a f-friend," she stuttered the last word once she felt an arm drape over her shoulders.
"Nice friend" Blaise said with a grin and a wink, before downing the rest of his drink. "Well I'm not gonna stay here and spoil your fun..." he got up from the table and smacked a hand to Draco's shoulder and then bent down. "I'll be watching!"
"That guy..." Draco muttered as he began to slowly circle his fingers along Hermione's shoulder.
Hermione shifted again and glanced over to the wall, seeing that it was littered with sparkles and then looked down to his hand.
"Okay, let's eat," he said, taking a menu from the side of their table.
After their meal, Hermione was rather surprised they didn't ask for payment, that 'it was already taken care of.' 'Did Malfoy do that?'
They had more polite conversation, before Hermione got distracted by some crazy ruckus on the dance floor that she just laughed.
"Some people..." she murmured and then she realized Malfoy was staring off to the side. "What?" she was ready to look, but he had halted her actions.
"Weasley's watching us again..." Draco said slowly. His eyes never blinking before he shifted them back to her; never moving his head as he did so.
"I suppose he's expecting a show..." he drawled before he faced her fully. His hand that was upon her shoulder went up and rested against her face.
Hermione shifted in her seat, "Must you say it like that?" she moved her head slightly, "Besides, you're touching my face...that's more enough, I think" she said the last word quietly as she felt her heart start to pound more profoundly from the knowledge of being watched by her ex. 'It better be good enough!'
"So you think," he said slowly. He began to twirl the lone strand of hair around his index finger. "But you and I both know what really needs to be done to get the point across..."
He trailed his eyes over to her neck, and swallowed tightly as he lowered his hand down to her shoulder, and down to her collarbone. 'So soft...'
"Dance with me," he said suddenly moving his eyes up to stare directly into hers.
"I'm sorry, what?!" she said, her voice was indistinguishable, and her heart pounded against her ribcage, 'Is he actually serious?'
"I asked you to dance,"
Hermione quickly brushed his hand away, "I know! I just...I mean...um...it's been so long, since I've danced, I'll just make such a fool of myself."
Truthfully, she was terrified. Dancing was far different that just flirting with him, he would be almost holding her, which was far different than just a light touch. 'But it's better than kissing!' said the voice in her head.
Draco just shrugged, completely unfazed about the issue at hand, "No you won't," he scooted out of the booth and then extended his hand to her. "Come on,"
Swallowing tightly Hermione gave a quick glance around the room, "Seriously? Can't we just sit here and...talk? I like talking..." 'Not that we really have much left to talk about...'
Draco raised an eyebrow, "What are you so afraid of? It's just a dance. Oh wait a second, you're still embarrassed from what happened with your lion friends..."
Hermione huffed a breath and turned away from him. He saw the heat rushing back to her cheeks, and shook his head, "So innocent..." he muttered, then reached down and took a hold of her arm.
"Hey!" she said as she tried to tug her arm away.
"Come on Granger, either we dance or I kiss you..."
Hermione stopped fighting him and just stared, "What? Didn't you tell me, more than once, that it was too early for a kiss?"
Draco shrugged, "Five days ago, yes, it was. Today, not so much; I'm more open to it." he then slid back down to sit beside her.
"Right..." she turned her head away from him and frowned.
Draco took this time to cast his eyes back to where Weasley was; he was busy conversing with Lavender to notice what was going on; not that he would let that stop him. 'What she doesn't know won't hurt...'
"So what do you want?" he said, tracing his index finger along her cheek to curl his finger around the strand of hair positioned at the side of her face.
Hermione brushed his hand away, so she could look at him properly. "Why are you so adamant about this? It couldn't possibly be because of Ron!"
Draco thought for a long moment about how to answer the question; tapping a finger to his chin while he did so. 'It makes it easier if you're into it,'
He cleared his throat, "Because, I promised you a reward"
Hermione paled. "Wait, this is my reward?!"
He smirked at her expression, "Well I didn't actually say I would get you anything did I? Only that you will be rewarded. So...what would you like? Dancing or a kiss?"
Draco would be lying if he didn't hope for the latter. After all, once that barrier was crossed, it will be down hill from here; and the closer he would be to gaining those Galleons.
'If I say dancing, everyone will be watching us and...' she scanned his body and sighed, 'I don't think my body can handle that...' she met with his eyes once again, 'With a kiss, it'll be like...a few seconds if best, and we're kind of secluded. Then again, I don't think I can handle that either...'
She felt the tickle on her collarbone, breaking her from her thoughts; she dropped her gaze down to see that it was his hand.
"Okay," she whispered, after a long pause. She stared up at the ceiling, calling upon her inner strength, 'You can do this,'
"Okay...what?"
Hermione nervously licked her lips and sighed, 'I can't believe I'm going to say this...' she turned in her seat to meet his grey eyes. There was never a day in her life where she would have thought she would be in this type of situation with Malfoy of all people. But when her eyes caught sight of Ron sucking face with Lavender, she put on a brave new face.
"K-Kiss me,"
For a moment, Draco just stared at her dead in the eyes. 'Well, that was easier than I thought' he inched his hand upward to curl under her chin, then tilted her chin up. He had mentally prepared himself for his moment since the morning, telling himself on more than one occasion that she was just like all the other girls, but he still found to be rather anxious.
"Okay, but I do have one rule."
Hermione nervously bit her lip and swallowed tightly, not liking the tone of his voice, "What?"
"Keep your eyes closed"
Hermione felt her stomach drop to her knees, 'Oh...definitely didn't expect that! Well, here goes nothing!' she closed her eyes and sighed. She sat there, anxiously waiting.
Draco took a deep breath and then leant in. Yet, instead of going for the obvious, which was her lips, he bent his head and pressed his lips against the pulse point just under her jaw.
She felt her heart leap the slightest bit from the unexpected contact. 'What...?' Yet any further thought was left forgotten once she felt him kiss down to the dip by her collarbone, and then back up to just under her jaw line. She sighed heavily. 'This...this is nice...'
Draco inhaled deeply, catching the light scent of cucumbers and vanilla; a happy surprise that made him add more pressure to his kisses. 'Damn, actually she smells pretty good...'
Hermione bit down on her tongue, to stop herself from making a sound. His lips felt soft, and light, sending shivers right down her spine; as the lingering woodsy scent of his cologne rushed the blood to her head making her feel rather dizzy.
"Come on, Granger," his breath against her skin, made her squirm in her seat, "Don't be shy, it's not a snogging session if I am the only one doing it,"
But Hermione couldn't move, heck she couldn't even think, it was all so overwhelming. She swallowed again, and gnawed on her lip.
'Oh my god...' she thought, releasing a soft sigh once she felt his tongue graze against her skin. She lifted her hand up to grab the back of his head, her fingers running through the soft, silky waves of his hair.
He kissed his way to the other side of her neck, repeating the same motions, under her jaw, and down to her collarbone, "Oh!" she gasped unexpectedly, as her fingers curled against his skull.
Draco pulled back, looking to see if her eyes were still closed, and once they were, he decided to give her what she wanted, and pressed his lips onto hers. He had only planned for a brief peck, but once having realized just how soft her lips were, his body reacted upon impulse and instantly deepened the kiss.
'Finally,' she sighed blissfully as she began to kiss him back. Softly and slowly, Hermione captured his lips with hers, again and again, each kiss becoming more intense than the last as she became more comfortable of what she was doing. She slipped her tongue within his mouth, where she tasted the minty flavour lingering within, and shivered when it grazed against his. She shifted herself closer and moaned softly as she pressed herself against him, sending electric shocks all down her spine from the contact. Her fingers now lost in his hair.
She had no idea how long they were kissing for, only that she did not want it to end.
"You know, this place has rooms upstairs for a reason," drawled the boisterous voice of Theodore Nott as he watched the two of them break apart.
He whistled, once he spotted who Draco was with, "Oh! Well isn't this a pleasant surprise? You know, I was starting to wonder why you bothered with this one, but now...seeing her in this top, I can see why. Look at the size of her rack!"
"What are you doing here, Nott?" Draco said in an annoyed tone.
"Curiosity my friend. There was a lot of talk on who you were snogging here..." he flashed her a smile, "Which I will say, outstanding performance, Granger."
The heat rose right to her face, making Hermione blush furiously, as she sunk herself lower in the seat in embarrassment. Theo just barked out a laugh, "Aw, look, I made the Gryffindor Princess, blush"
Hermione chose to ignore the man before her and gently shoved Malfoy, "Let me out," her voice was soft and shaky from being caught, "I want to leave"
"One second, I'm not done" Theo said as he went to approach her, but Draco got out of the booth, to stop Theo.
"Forget it, Nott, you've said all you needed to."
Draco turned back to Hermione, but she just ignored the both of them and sauntered her way through the place, hiding her face.
Theo whistled again, "Damn, look at those hips move." he turned back to his house-mate and winked. "Seriously mate, that was one helluva snog. I timed you - don't look at me like that - it was just a minute. Although I bet it felt longer than that, right? Was she really that good of a kisser?"
Draco smirked in response, "A gentlemen never tells," he said patting his friend on the shoulder and then made his exit.
E/N: YAY dramione first kiss! hehe.. I always planned for it to be during the date...I just hope it wasn't that awkward or whatever. Things are rolling now! :)