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Ch. 6 The forbidden kiss
Draco sat in his bed, not knowing what to do. He had feelings for Hermione; that was obvious. He had seen her nearly naked twice, they lived next door to one another, they sang to each other, and yet he had hated her for 6 years. She was of dirty blood, she knew too much for her own good and she was too snooty. But oh how he wanted to press his lips onto hers.
There was a knock on his door. Assuming it was Crabbe and Goyle, he yelled for them to come in. To his surprise, Hermione was in the doorway. She wore a light pink night gown.
"May I come in?" she asked.
"Sure, enter at your own risk," he said at failed attempt at some humor. She walked over and sat next to him. "What do you want, Granger?"
"I wanted to come in and apologize for yelling at you earlier." This came as to a complete surprise to him. Miss Hermione Granger was apologizing to him? "I'm going to try harder and keep my doors closed from now on. I knew you didn't know I was changing. So, for what it is worth, I apologize."
She looked at his face for any tale tell signs that he accepted. Seeing no change in his facial expression, she got up and started to walk away.
"Granger," Draco nearly commanded. She turned and looked at him. Her pale pink pajamas did nothing to conceal her undergarments (she decided not to put on a robe, in order to try and tease Draco a little more, as she had already done so successfully in the past). Her curves shown through the diaphanous fabric, and Draco knew he couldn't take much more of this. He got up and walked over to her, looking down at her with fervor in his eyes. He put his hand on her cheek and brought her face towards his, and kissed her. In return she kissed him, tenderly and deeply, but with a hint of softness. The world around them melted away, and suddenly they weren't at Hogwarts, they weren't Head Boy and Head Girl, they weren't pure blooded and muggle born, they were simply Draco and Hermione. Each kiss they gave each other was soft but deep. Hermione ran her hands up and down Draco's back, as he held her in his arms. He did not want to let go; she fit in his arms, her lips fit onto his.
Hermione's body was rocked with sparks and butterflies. She had never felt such kisses like the ones Draco was giving her. Sure, she had kissed guys in the past, but none of them compared to the ardor and zeal that these had. Her whole body felt weak and disconnected; his kisses literally rocked her.
They finally pulled apart after what seemed like hours, but was only a few mere seconds. They looked at one another, and so desperately did they want to give into their temptations. She wanted him, and he wanted her. Neither one of them spoke, just merely looked into each other's eyes. No longer were Hermione's eyes filled with rage and annoyance like they once were towards him when they were younger. No, they were filled with love and compassion. Draco's eyes only deepened their hue of blue. Their lips were still only inches apart; Hermione was still in his arms. She looked down and pulled away from him.
"Goodnight Draco," she whispered. He nodded as she walked towards her room. He wanted her to stay so that they could make love together under the moonlight, but he stood in his place. He had just kissed Hermione Granger, and it was the best damn kiss he had ever received. But he knew that no one could ever know of the kiss, of their blooming relationship, of their feelings for one another.
Ch. 6 The forbidden kiss
Draco sat in his bed, not knowing what to do. He had feelings for Hermione; that was obvious. He had seen her nearly naked twice, they lived next door to one another, they sang to each other, and yet he had hated her for 6 years. She was of dirty blood, she knew too much for her own good and she was too snooty. But oh how he wanted to press his lips onto hers.
There was a knock on his door. Assuming it was Crabbe and Goyle, he yelled for them to come in. To his surprise, Hermione was in the doorway. She wore a light pink night gown.
"May I come in?" she asked.
"Sure, enter at your own risk," he said at failed attempt at some humor. She walked over and sat next to him. "What do you want, Granger?"
"I wanted to come in and apologize for yelling at you earlier." This came as to a complete surprise to him. Miss Hermione Granger was apologizing to him? "I'm going to try harder and keep my doors closed from now on. I knew you didn't know I was changing. So, for what it is worth, I apologize."
She looked at his face for any tale tell signs that he accepted. Seeing no change in his facial expression, she got up and started to walk away.
"Granger," Draco nearly commanded. She turned and looked at him. Her pale pink pajamas did nothing to conceal her undergarments (she decided not to put on a robe, in order to try and tease Draco a little more, as she had already done so successfully in the past). Her curves shown through the diaphanous fabric, and Draco knew he couldn't take much more of this. He got up and walked over to her, looking down at her with fervor in his eyes. He put his hand on her cheek and brought her face towards his, and kissed her. In return she kissed him, tenderly and deeply, but with a hint of softness. The world around them melted away, and suddenly they weren't at Hogwarts, they weren't Head Boy and Head Girl, they weren't pure blooded and muggle born, they were simply Draco and Hermione. Each kiss they gave each other was soft but deep. Hermione ran her hands up and down Draco's back, as he held her in his arms. He did not want to let go; she fit in his arms, her lips fit onto his.
Hermione's body was rocked with sparks and butterflies. She had never felt such kisses like the ones Draco was giving her. Sure, she had kissed guys in the past, but none of them compared to the ardor and zeal that these had. Her whole body felt weak and disconnected; his kisses literally rocked her.
They finally pulled apart after what seemed like hours, but was only a few mere seconds. They looked at one another, and so desperately did they want to give into their temptations. She wanted him, and he wanted her. Neither one of them spoke, just merely looked into each other's eyes. No longer were Hermione's eyes filled with rage and annoyance like they once were towards him when they were younger. No, they were filled with love and compassion. Draco's eyes only deepened their hue of blue. Their lips were still only inches apart; Hermione was still in his arms. She looked down and pulled away from him.
"Goodnight Draco," she whispered. He nodded as she walked towards her room. He wanted her to stay so that they could make love together under the moonlight, but he stood in his place. He had just kissed Hermione Granger, and it was the best damn kiss he had ever received. But he knew that no one could ever know of the kiss, of their blooming relationship, of their feelings for one another.