February Event: 4/49
W.C: 301
Disclaimer: Nope. Never Have, Never Will.
Late
"You're late." Hermione closed the book she was reading, and arched an eyebrow for an explanation.
"You're stunning," Draco smoothly responded as he entered the Room of Requirement. He walked over to where Hermione sat, and planted a kiss on her cheek.
She let the corner of her lips turn upwards. "You're forgiven." She patted the seat next to her as an invitation. "Why are you late, anyway?"
Draco rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Crabbe asked for my help in an essay. For some odd reason, the information would not stick in his head. How thick headed can you get?"
Hermione laughed, "Ah, are you nerves running short?"
Draco glared, leaning towards her until they were only a breath away. "I can think of something to get rid of them."
"Oh?" she asked, raising a brow.
He grinned wolfishly before pressing his lips onto hers. He licked her bottom lip for entrance. She soon complied, allowing their kiss to deepen. Her hands ran through his hair and he pulled her in closer by her waist. She gave a soft moan when his hands began roaming on her -
"Oh! Sorry!" Ginny yelled as she and Harry stood at the doorway.
Hermione abruptly pulled back, her cheeks flaming. Draco sighed, choosing to glare at Harry.
"Potter. Weasley," he drawled in annoyance.
"Did you know you have lipstick all over your face and neck, Malfoy?" Harry said before leaving the room with Ginny.
Hermione's cheeks became redder, if that was even possible, and groaned into a pillow. The one day she choose to apply lipstick. This one day!
"What? I don't mind at all. Just shows that you managed to conquer me, Granger."
"Prat," she muttered, shoving the pillow in his face before storming out of the room.
"What? It's an accomplishment!"