Chapter Four

Taste of Your Lips, I'm on a Ride

I decided to make my move that afternoon in the library. It was simple enough. I had followed him through the hallways when I spotted him after my Muggle Studies lesson. I had overheard him talking about going to the library and would anyone like to join him.

Obviously, his dimwitted Slytherin companions would rather be trapped in a room with a dozen dementors than be spotted in the library.

I settled down at a table not too far from his, so he would have a good view of my fair beauty. Almost every second I was glancing up from my book at him. Each time he was more and more engrossed in what he was doing.

Finally, he stood up. I thought he was leaving, so I started gatherine my things, until I saw that he had left his stuff there and was just getting up to find a book among the stacks.

This was it, it was now or never.

Operation Porn Star Librarian was now officially in affect.

I followed him through the dark bookshelves, keeping a safe distance away and pretending I was looking for something as well, just incase he happen to catch a glimpse of me always one bookshelf behind him. Finally, he stopped. He walked up an aisle and started running his fingers over the books and mumbling something under his breath, staring intentedly at the spines.

I did the same, until our fingers met along the shelf.

I looked up, pretending to be startled.

"Oh!" I said, feigning surprise.

"Fancy seeing you here, Granger," Malfoy said, his usual smugness returning as he leaned against the bookshelves.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I said as the shelf began to teeter.

He turned and we grabbed it before it could fall over, steadying it.

"That was close," I commented.

He nodded and then turned back to his search for books.

"So, I've never seen you in here before," I replied nonchalantly, examining my nails. "I would expect you to be out searching for a date to the Yule Ball."

"Who said I didn't have a date?" he asked, suddenly facing me and looking serious Ð and slightly embarassed, if I do say so myself.

"You have one?" I said, rasing an eyebrow. "Who is it?

"Okay, so maybe I don't," he said, turning back to the books for the trillionth time. "There are billions of girls out there waiting to be taken to the Yule Ball by a wonderful, Godly creature such as myself," he added arrogantly.

"Like me," I mumbled purposly loud enough for him to hear.

"Excuse me?" he asked, his hand hovering over a book entitled "Love and it's Potions".

"Oops," I said, fakely embarassed. "How loudly did I say that?

His hand dropped as he turned to face me and started to lean on the bookshelf again. Then, remembering what had happened before, he quickly stood up straight.

"Pretty loudly," he finally said, a smug smile creeping up his pale face.

Despite the fact that this had all been planned on my behalf, I could feel my cheeks burning.

"Oh, this is so embarassing," I said, avoiding eye contact with him and looking at the ground. I was unaware that he was stepping closer to me.

"That's okay," he said, barely awhisper. "I get it all the time."

Suddenly, his light fingers lifted my chin up so I was looking him straight in the eye. And then it came, the moment I had been waiting for. He pulled me in for the kiss.

It was blissÉ Pure bliss, ecstasyÉ No drug could have given me a better feelingÉ This must be love, yes, this is what it feels like. I was in love with Draco Malfoy and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

The bell wrang and burst my thoughts, bringing me rushing unhappily back to reality. A smile permanantly plastered on my red face, we rushed back to our tables to gather our stuff without saying a word to each other. Then we rushed our separate ways to our classes.

And my next class was the first one in my life where I hadn't paid one ounce of attention. His face kept on entering my thoughts and I was pratically going crazy.

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