Chapter Twenty-One: You Look So Cute...
Hermione went to open the door leading to the staircase in anger. How dare he?
First, announcing everything in the Great Hall, not even bothering to ask her, and then
storming off like that. Then coping an attitude with her and now... Why was he being that
way? She hadn't done anything to him--
"You look so cute when you're angry," he said, in an amused tone.
Hermione whirled around. "Oh really, is that why you agitated me all those years?"
she paused. Her tone was disconcerted, angry. "No, you know what, don't answer that
question."
He grinned. "But I will," he said as he stepped closer. Their faces were inches apart.
And then, their lips met.
Hermione tried to pull away at first, when she realized what he was doing, but found
that she couldn't. She gave in to the desire that shrouded her senses whenever she was
around him, as he trapped her against the wall. Her lips parted, and Draco thrust the tip of
his tongue into her mouth, caressing her tongue with his. He then backed up, looking into
her eyes, and softly kissing her on the mouth, licked his way down her neck and over to her
shoulder.
She cradled his face in her hands, bringing him up to her, and kissing him again.
She then made her way slowly, with light feathery kisses, to his ear, whispering into it, and
then blowing. Draco inhaled sharply, as this was not certainly something he expected from
Hermione. She then licked behind his ear, and then inside of it, tracing the napes and
grooves with her tongue, as Draco moaned.
"Like it?" she whispered in his ear. He turned his head and whispered in hers, "Oh
yes…"
He sucked on her earlobe lightly, before nibbling on it, in a way that Hermione never
thought could feel so incredible. She ran her fingers through his soft hair, as his hands
wondered from her shoulders down her back, to her hips, where he picked her up, and
pulled her close to him. She leaned back, against the stone wall, eyes glittering, eyelashes
batting seductively, and he looked at her, full of desire. He had never wanted anyone so
badly before, and she seemed to know this, or rather, feel it.
She wrapped a few strands of her long dark hair around her fingers, playing with it
for a little bit, until she flipped it back. Draco grabbed her then, kissing her passionately,
taking her in his warm embrace, and she found herself lying under him, gazing up into his
icy gray eyes… but they were no longer icy, rather, that coldness was replaced by fire, a
loving warmth, reflected in his soft, sweet kisses, and gently, feathery caresses. He held
her close, so tightly that she could feel every beat of his heart, pounding brisk as hers.
The next morning at breakfast, people were still talking about the events at dinner
the previous night. Draco Malfoy had dumped (A/N: literally, hehe) Pansy Parkinson, for
Hermione Granger. Then he had professed his feelings to them all, before kissing the
Gryffindor girl, like a knight in shining armor would a princess, in front of the entire student
body.
Draco decided to skip breakfast that morning, wanting to avoid the eyes of those in
his House, and everyone else too. He decided to hide out until it would be safe to sneak out
to Hogsmeade unnoticed. There were some things he needed to pick up...
Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered the Great Hall, and all was quiet. The students
surveyed the girl standing between the redhead and raven-haired boys. They made their
way to the Gryffindor table, and once they had sat down, the talking resumed. Hermione
noted that Draco was not there, figuring he likely didn't want to have to deal with Pansy's
bitching (A/N: sorry, there's really no other word to describe it...) again. Lavender and
Pavarti came to sit with them, and Hermione was pleasantly surprised when they told her
who they were going to the ball with.
"And you guys didn't tell me anything?" she questioned Ron and Harry.
"Well, Hermione, you don't exactly tell us everything, either," Ron teased.
Harry rolled his eyes. "We didn't ask them until last night, and Ron almost
chickened out."
Pavarti looked at him. "Ron, why would you do something like that? I mean, the
whole Millicent thing was just gross, but I assume you took a bath and brushed your teeth
afterwards, right?"
The rest of the group found this quite amusing, and looked on intently, as Ron's
cheeks turned the color of his hair, and this time, it wasn't from anger, but rather,
embarrassment.
"I wasn't sure that..."
"Oh, you're so silly," she said, and kissed him lightly on the lips. "See you later."
With that, Pavarti left, Lavender following in suit.
Harry opened his mouth to say something about the tomato hue on Ron's face, but
never got the chance, for at that moment, the latter chose to speak.
"At least my date kissed me, Harry."
Harry looked down and Hermione changed the topic of conversation. "You guys, let's
not go to the shop next to Zonko's to get our robes. I know a better place..."
"Where did you read about it, 'Mione?" Ron asked, sarcastically.
Hermione started to laugh. "Honestly, Ron, do you think I get everything I know
from books?" The only response to this was a nod. "Well, I didn't learn to kiss--"
"Eating," Harry interrupted.
"Sorry, Harry." Hermione paused. "But my kissing Malfoy is nothing compared to
Ron and Milli--"
"EATING, HERMIONE!"
She sighed, exasperated. "Oh, come on you guys, we've been eating for half an
hour. Let's get going, Harry, finish up..."
Author's Note
Okay, I know this chapter was short, but two more tomorrow... (See A/N on previous
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