Hey, this is just like a little ficlet on Draco's feelings after kissing Hermione i hope you liked it.
He tossed and turned beneath the green covers his eyes tightly shut hinting for sleep to take over. So he could forget the event that happend earlier that evening, he wiped his mouth with his sleve for what seemed the hundreth time trying to remove the taste and the feel of her lips upon his, trying to wipe the memory away. He sighed loudly, impatiently this was him who never let anything like this normally bother him. "Curse her" he mumbled, turning over onto his side his eyes now open, his eyes somehow seemed brighter as the moon shone down on him through the window bathing him in its glowing light.
He moved out of the light back into the shadows that had been his shelter, his some form of comfort all his life. For his life belonged in the shadows as her life belonged in the light two different contrasts that had never meant to be blended. Of course it was not his fault she must of enticed him somehow, enticed him out of the shadows and into the light made him taste what freedom that staying there could bring him the pressure and weight lifted off his shoulders. But like a ghost he had sinked back into the caped darkness, the life he had felt sucked back out of him when he had turned away from her walking back into his world where she could not, would not follow.
He listened to the snores from the other beds that had found sleep when he could not, he glared over at Crabbe sleeping peacefully his thumb in his mouth which the oaf subconsciously unaware of. Oh how he would torture Crabbe about it in the morning the big baby, he smirked thinking of the insults he could throw at him and then scowled as his mind wandered back to her "Bloody Mudblood".
He still could not think how it happend, before the whole thing he had been actually looking forward to his detention with Granger. Being alone with her so he could insult her all he wanted to without Potter or Weasley butting in trying to play hero. During dinner he had decided that he would see how long it would take to make Granger cry, beg him to stop during detention but it had not gone as he had planned as she had stood her ground insulted him back.
It had then become almost like a match to see who would walk away first neither of them giving up. He had not noticed how close they were before it was too late, her face was bright red with anger, her brown eyes sparkling. Him enraged and also shocked at her insults and torments, her last one had been the last straw with the desire to prove that he was not as predictable as she thought he had forcefully pushed her against the wall his mouth finding hers. He remembered his hands pinning hers above her head against the wall, as he explored her mouth. He remembered when he had finally realised her hands sliding his down her back while she had circled hers like a snake around his neck that was when he had come to his senses, he then had pushed himself away from her, her expression matching his own. He had showed her a side of him he should not of, a side he had been taught to keep hidden as it was a weakness. He had let her win he had been the first one who walked away, not being able to look at her any longer, scared he would not be able to keep his emotions hidden from those deep brown eyes.
Oh those eyes which showed so much emotion that they almost made him want to reveal all his deepest secrets and scars but he had found his composure he had locked those doors once again putting on his hard, cold and unfeeling mask that was now apart of him he was not safe without it.
He tossed and turned beneath the green covers his eyes tightly shut hinting for sleep to take over. So he could forget the event that happend earlier that evening, he wiped his mouth with his sleve for what seemed the hundreth time trying to remove the taste and the feel of her lips upon his, trying to wipe the memory away. He sighed loudly, impatiently this was him who never let anything like this normally bother him. "Curse her" he mumbled, turning over onto his side his eyes now open, his eyes somehow seemed brighter as the moon shone down on him through the window bathing him in its glowing light.
He moved out of the light back into the shadows that had been his shelter, his some form of comfort all his life. For his life belonged in the shadows as her life belonged in the light two different contrasts that had never meant to be blended. Of course it was not his fault she must of enticed him somehow, enticed him out of the shadows and into the light made him taste what freedom that staying there could bring him the pressure and weight lifted off his shoulders. But like a ghost he had sinked back into the caped darkness, the life he had felt sucked back out of him when he had turned away from her walking back into his world where she could not, would not follow.
He listened to the snores from the other beds that had found sleep when he could not, he glared over at Crabbe sleeping peacefully his thumb in his mouth which the oaf subconsciously unaware of. Oh how he would torture Crabbe about it in the morning the big baby, he smirked thinking of the insults he could throw at him and then scowled as his mind wandered back to her "Bloody Mudblood".
He still could not think how it happend, before the whole thing he had been actually looking forward to his detention with Granger. Being alone with her so he could insult her all he wanted to without Potter or Weasley butting in trying to play hero. During dinner he had decided that he would see how long it would take to make Granger cry, beg him to stop during detention but it had not gone as he had planned as she had stood her ground insulted him back.
It had then become almost like a match to see who would walk away first neither of them giving up. He had not noticed how close they were before it was too late, her face was bright red with anger, her brown eyes sparkling. Him enraged and also shocked at her insults and torments, her last one had been the last straw with the desire to prove that he was not as predictable as she thought he had forcefully pushed her against the wall his mouth finding hers. He remembered his hands pinning hers above her head against the wall, as he explored her mouth. He remembered when he had finally realised her hands sliding his down her back while she had circled hers like a snake around his neck that was when he had come to his senses, he then had pushed himself away from her, her expression matching his own. He had showed her a side of him he should not of, a side he had been taught to keep hidden as it was a weakness. He had let her win he had been the first one who walked away, not being able to look at her any longer, scared he would not be able to keep his emotions hidden from those deep brown eyes.
Oh those eyes which showed so much emotion that they almost made him want to reveal all his deepest secrets and scars but he had found his composure he had locked those doors once again putting on his hard, cold and unfeeling mask that was now apart of him he was not safe without it.