Love Conquers Everything
The Proposal
Hermione was sitting in the main room of the Head Boy/Girl room reading in front of the fire. When Draco walked in, Hermione didn't even look up. This had been going on for a while now. Draco would stare at her when he was doing his homework and then when she walked from the commons to her bedroom.
"MALFOY! Quit staring at me!" Hermione yelled at him.
"Hermione. What ever do you mean?" Draco said innocently.
"I mean, stop staring at me please.wait, why are you being so nice to me?" Hermione questioned.
"Don't pretend that this little war hasn't been going through this for at least 2 months now. I stare at you then you stare at me. Off and on again. I think I have a soft spot for you." Draco drawled.
"A SOFT SPOT!" She laughed. "A Malfoy. Are you sure you're feeling okay? I mean Malfoys are never supposed to have feelings for mud- muggle- borns. If Lucius found out that you have the hots for me, I don't think he would appreciate it."
"I don't have the "hots" for you. I like you're...figure. You might not have noticed but, you have grown into quite the fox. Slytherin guys have pictures of you they jerk off to. I know I have quite a few. Anyway. I would be honoured if you would accompany myself to Hogsmeade tomorrow, which is if no one has asked you yet."
"Oh, Malfoy. Such the charmer! Playing the gentlemen card just so you can get in my pants, huh? Yeah I think that fits you."
"Hermione, why would you think that?"
"I think that because you've slept with just about every girl that was willing to, in the school. To you, I'm just another sex toy! I mean nothing to you!!!" Hermione felt her anger rising.
"Hermione, I don't feel like that. It's different with you. When I'm with you, I feel strange. I love it. It feels like a tingling sensation throughout my whole body. It feels fucking wonderful!"
"I think you're lying. That can't be true. You're a MALFOY! It's unthinkable!"
"But, Hermione. I'm not lying. I really want to be with you! If you don't believe me, then sod off! But keep in mind, if you do, you're making a big mistake Granger."
Draco started to head toward his bedroom.
"Draco?"
He stopped. "Yes Hermione?"
"I would love to accompany you to Hogsmeade on Saturday. Just don't tell anyone. We can surprise everyone this weekend.
"Oh, Hermione! Trust me, you won't regret tomorrow. I'll be on my best behavior. I won't talk to anyone other than you as long as you do the same."
Draco turned to walk out the door when he heard Hermione starting to speak.
"Malfoy, I hear talk you can kiss."
"Your point Granger?"
"Want to seal the deal with a kiss?"
"I'm game."
Hermione walked casually over to Draco. He pulled her closer to him. Their lips met in a fiery kiss that seemed like it lasted forever. Remember:
A peach is a peach.
A plum is a plum.
A kiss isn't a kiss without some tongue.
So.
Close your eyes.
Open your mouth and give your tongue some exercise.
And that's what happened.
The Proposal
Hermione was sitting in the main room of the Head Boy/Girl room reading in front of the fire. When Draco walked in, Hermione didn't even look up. This had been going on for a while now. Draco would stare at her when he was doing his homework and then when she walked from the commons to her bedroom.
"MALFOY! Quit staring at me!" Hermione yelled at him.
"Hermione. What ever do you mean?" Draco said innocently.
"I mean, stop staring at me please.wait, why are you being so nice to me?" Hermione questioned.
"Don't pretend that this little war hasn't been going through this for at least 2 months now. I stare at you then you stare at me. Off and on again. I think I have a soft spot for you." Draco drawled.
"A SOFT SPOT!" She laughed. "A Malfoy. Are you sure you're feeling okay? I mean Malfoys are never supposed to have feelings for mud- muggle- borns. If Lucius found out that you have the hots for me, I don't think he would appreciate it."
"I don't have the "hots" for you. I like you're...figure. You might not have noticed but, you have grown into quite the fox. Slytherin guys have pictures of you they jerk off to. I know I have quite a few. Anyway. I would be honoured if you would accompany myself to Hogsmeade tomorrow, which is if no one has asked you yet."
"Oh, Malfoy. Such the charmer! Playing the gentlemen card just so you can get in my pants, huh? Yeah I think that fits you."
"Hermione, why would you think that?"
"I think that because you've slept with just about every girl that was willing to, in the school. To you, I'm just another sex toy! I mean nothing to you!!!" Hermione felt her anger rising.
"Hermione, I don't feel like that. It's different with you. When I'm with you, I feel strange. I love it. It feels like a tingling sensation throughout my whole body. It feels fucking wonderful!"
"I think you're lying. That can't be true. You're a MALFOY! It's unthinkable!"
"But, Hermione. I'm not lying. I really want to be with you! If you don't believe me, then sod off! But keep in mind, if you do, you're making a big mistake Granger."
Draco started to head toward his bedroom.
"Draco?"
He stopped. "Yes Hermione?"
"I would love to accompany you to Hogsmeade on Saturday. Just don't tell anyone. We can surprise everyone this weekend.
"Oh, Hermione! Trust me, you won't regret tomorrow. I'll be on my best behavior. I won't talk to anyone other than you as long as you do the same."
Draco turned to walk out the door when he heard Hermione starting to speak.
"Malfoy, I hear talk you can kiss."
"Your point Granger?"
"Want to seal the deal with a kiss?"
"I'm game."
Hermione walked casually over to Draco. He pulled her closer to him. Their lips met in a fiery kiss that seemed like it lasted forever. Remember:
A peach is a peach.
A plum is a plum.
A kiss isn't a kiss without some tongue.
So.
Close your eyes.
Open your mouth and give your tongue some exercise.
And that's what happened.