Their lips touched so slightly that Hermione jumped a little, and broke it.
"I have to go." she said, walking away fast. Draco sighed as he watched her
go. Why had he done that? Kiss her? What exactly was he thinking, that she
would kiss him back and say, Oh, I forgive you for making my life hell and
calling me a mudblood, I must have you now? What an idiot! he thought to
himself. The figure of Granger disappeared into the school and Draco sat
there for a minute, staying still as if this was a very sentimental moment.
He finally got up. She was so pure. So pure. He could almost be afraid to
even touch her, as if he could ruin her, to finally see the truth. She was
too pure for him. Too innocent. Purely innocent. And thats what made her
irresistable. She was forbidden, and thats what he liked.
****
Her heart was stricken. And on what? On her worst enemy. When they had kissed, it felt as if she was kissing fire, sort of like being burned. Draco's words went through her that night. You have to take chances. You could never go anywhere...take risks....it all made perfectly good sense and even though his father was someone from hell, he had taught his son well. But even though it made sense, how could Hermione know that she could do what she had to and not make a fool out of herself? That was the problem. She didn't know how.
**** It was the Quidditch game Slytherin against Gryffindor. "Okay, we need to win this time, those bloody goodies will get the best of us." sneered Flint. Everyone agreed. As they all went to the showers, Flint took Draco aside. "Listen, you've got to beat Potter, his fame takes everything." he pleaded. Draco tried to look determined, even though he was scared at that moment. "Right." he said, nodding. After showering, he put on his robes and looked into the mirror. "C'mon, Draco, we need to go!" their chaser yelled. "Coming!" Draco yelled back and squinted in the mirror. Maybe if he put his hair more carefully, Granger would notice.....wait! What was he doing? Quidditch! Quidditch! he thought, but when he turned around, he saw Hermione.
What am I doing here!! Hermione thought to herself. Do it, Hermione, do it. "Granger? What're you doing here?" Draco stumbled, and Hermione could see fear in his eyes. Say it! Say it! A gush of panic went through her before she took a deep breath and said, "I wanted to wish you good luck." There was a silence so long that Hermione thought she would faint. "You did?" asked Draco, slightly blushing. "Yeah." said Hermione, and she couldn't help but smile. "Its kind of bad wishing good luck to the enemy, isn't it?" he asked jokingly. Hermione grinned at this and turned around, walking away. Then she looked over her shoulder and said, "Not bad. Good actually. Especially when your kissing him." before she disappeared into the Quidditch feilds.
****
Her heart was stricken. And on what? On her worst enemy. When they had kissed, it felt as if she was kissing fire, sort of like being burned. Draco's words went through her that night. You have to take chances. You could never go anywhere...take risks....it all made perfectly good sense and even though his father was someone from hell, he had taught his son well. But even though it made sense, how could Hermione know that she could do what she had to and not make a fool out of herself? That was the problem. She didn't know how.
**** It was the Quidditch game Slytherin against Gryffindor. "Okay, we need to win this time, those bloody goodies will get the best of us." sneered Flint. Everyone agreed. As they all went to the showers, Flint took Draco aside. "Listen, you've got to beat Potter, his fame takes everything." he pleaded. Draco tried to look determined, even though he was scared at that moment. "Right." he said, nodding. After showering, he put on his robes and looked into the mirror. "C'mon, Draco, we need to go!" their chaser yelled. "Coming!" Draco yelled back and squinted in the mirror. Maybe if he put his hair more carefully, Granger would notice.....wait! What was he doing? Quidditch! Quidditch! he thought, but when he turned around, he saw Hermione.
What am I doing here!! Hermione thought to herself. Do it, Hermione, do it. "Granger? What're you doing here?" Draco stumbled, and Hermione could see fear in his eyes. Say it! Say it! A gush of panic went through her before she took a deep breath and said, "I wanted to wish you good luck." There was a silence so long that Hermione thought she would faint. "You did?" asked Draco, slightly blushing. "Yeah." said Hermione, and she couldn't help but smile. "Its kind of bad wishing good luck to the enemy, isn't it?" he asked jokingly. Hermione grinned at this and turned around, walking away. Then she looked over her shoulder and said, "Not bad. Good actually. Especially when your kissing him." before she disappeared into the Quidditch feilds.