Snake Inside, Chapter 6
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or places mentioned in this story or in the Harry Potter series itself. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling. Don't sue.
Author's note: Hermione/Draco. Don't like? Don't read. It's that simple. Don't read just to flame. That's just stupid. Don't flame, period. Constructive Criticism, people. It helps make the world go 'round.
Rating: R
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It was driving her crazy, to see him lick his lips like that. But it was also driving her crazy that she couldn't take her eyes off of him.
"Bugger." she muttered.
"What?" Harry said, his head snapping up.
"Nothing, Harry. I didn't say anything. Go back to work."
Harry did as he was told, and bent back over his potion.
Draco felt someone looking at him, and lifted his head and looked around, his eyes meeting hers.
"Dammit!" she snapped to herself, jerking her head away.
"What was that, Miss Granger?" Snape said curtly.
"Nothing, sir."
"Get back to work!" he snapped.
She nodded and went back to helping Harry with his potion.
Draco wondered what she had been staring at. Certainly not him. Certainly not. Why would she?
Maybe the real question was why did he care so much? Why did it matter what she had been staring at? It didn't. He had to repeat it to himself over and over. It still didn't make sense.
When Snape had let the class finally go, she quickly grabbed her bag and bolted from the room, Harry and Ron left behind. Draco jumped up and followed.
"What was the matter back there, Granger?" he called after her, slowing his pace.
She froze. "Nothing is the matter, Malfoy. Go back to your mindless drones and leave me alone a bit."
"Now that's not a very nice way to speak to me, is it, Granger?"
And suddenly, it seemed, he was next to her, pinning her back to the wall.
"Now, Granger, say you're sorry!" he said coldly, cruelly.
"Never, Malfoy." she spat back, angrily. "Why the bloody hell would I ever say that I was sorry to you?"
And the inevitable happened. He didn't know why, but he then did the one thing he never thought he would do.
He kissed her. He kissed her forcefully, his left hand in her hair, his right around the back of her neck.
She was shocked. She melted into it a bit, then remembered what was going on. She bit down on his lower lip, hard. She drew blood.
He yelped loudly, and jumped away from her. "What the hell, Granger! You didn't have to bite me!"
She flung her bag back over her shoulder and stalked away. "Yes, I did!" she snapped to no one in particular.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or places mentioned in this story or in the Harry Potter series itself. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling. Don't sue.
Author's note: Hermione/Draco. Don't like? Don't read. It's that simple. Don't read just to flame. That's just stupid. Don't flame, period. Constructive Criticism, people. It helps make the world go 'round.
Rating: R
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It was driving her crazy, to see him lick his lips like that. But it was also driving her crazy that she couldn't take her eyes off of him.
"Bugger." she muttered.
"What?" Harry said, his head snapping up.
"Nothing, Harry. I didn't say anything. Go back to work."
Harry did as he was told, and bent back over his potion.
Draco felt someone looking at him, and lifted his head and looked around, his eyes meeting hers.
"Dammit!" she snapped to herself, jerking her head away.
"What was that, Miss Granger?" Snape said curtly.
"Nothing, sir."
"Get back to work!" he snapped.
She nodded and went back to helping Harry with his potion.
Draco wondered what she had been staring at. Certainly not him. Certainly not. Why would she?
Maybe the real question was why did he care so much? Why did it matter what she had been staring at? It didn't. He had to repeat it to himself over and over. It still didn't make sense.
When Snape had let the class finally go, she quickly grabbed her bag and bolted from the room, Harry and Ron left behind. Draco jumped up and followed.
"What was the matter back there, Granger?" he called after her, slowing his pace.
She froze. "Nothing is the matter, Malfoy. Go back to your mindless drones and leave me alone a bit."
"Now that's not a very nice way to speak to me, is it, Granger?"
And suddenly, it seemed, he was next to her, pinning her back to the wall.
"Now, Granger, say you're sorry!" he said coldly, cruelly.
"Never, Malfoy." she spat back, angrily. "Why the bloody hell would I ever say that I was sorry to you?"
And the inevitable happened. He didn't know why, but he then did the one thing he never thought he would do.
He kissed her. He kissed her forcefully, his left hand in her hair, his right around the back of her neck.
She was shocked. She melted into it a bit, then remembered what was going on. She bit down on his lower lip, hard. She drew blood.
He yelped loudly, and jumped away from her. "What the hell, Granger! You didn't have to bite me!"
She flung her bag back over her shoulder and stalked away. "Yes, I did!" she snapped to no one in particular.
