~Kissing Castle~
Authors Note- Hello everyone! I hope I don't disappoint you with this chapter. Please review and I will make sure to review a story of yours if you leave a signed review. I appreciate any comments you may have. Constructive Criticism appreciated, adoration adored, and flames accepted.
Disclaimer- I have as much chance of owning Harry Potter without the help of J.K. Rowling as Pinocchio did of becoming a real boy without the blue fairy. Did that make sense?
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I leaned down and brought my lips to hers. It wasn't what I had expected though. Awkwardly she struggled to find the right place to put her hands as they dangled by her sides uselessly. I was going through a similar predicament, my hand struggling on her back, and then cupping her cheek, and then her waist, as if I wasn't sure what to do.
"No, tilt your head that way. Ow, your nose is poking me!" Hermione murmured mid kiss, pulling away from me in annoyance. She looked around uneasily, her hands behind her back, chocolate eyes taking a renewed interest in the tile work of the castle. I looked around shyly as well, for once in my life at a loss for words. Well, our first real kiss....what to say?
"You have got to be the worst kisser in the world Granger." I said to fill the emptiness. Yes, that was sure something to say. Not precisely the right thing...
"Me?! I was fine; it was you who was the problem! You're supposed to be the sexed up playboy of the castle, and you can't even kiss well! I may not have a lot of experience in that field, but I have enough to know that were kissing a class, you would not only be sent back to wizard elementary, but your father would disown you and when Snape was asked who his little pet ferret was, he would reply "Who, Pansy?"
I stared at her wide-eyed for a moment, in complete shock of what she had said. Well, not complete shock.
"You're very pretty when you're angry." I said slowly, gray eyes still wide in wonderment. Hermione looked as if she was about to say something clever and stopped short.
"I think the solution to our kissing dilemma is practice." She said slowly, a blush rising to her cheeks, though she looked very serious.
"Yes, practice." I echoed. "Practice makes perfect, right?" I asked, a smirk pulling at the corners of my lips. Hermione nodded her head decidedly.
"Yes....so I think we should practice everyday after potions in the abandoned astronomy tower until we get it right, don't you?" she asked, not quite sure what she was doing. Was she arranging a make-out session with me every day until we enjoyed it? She bit her lip and shrugged. Yes, that seemed to be exactly what she was doing.
I nodded my head in agreement, a confused look on my face. I seemed to be as mystified as her about what we were doing.
"So Granger....I guess I'll see you tomorrow then..."
"Yeah, sure."
"Also, am I allowed to...practice...with anyone else?"
"Not unless you want to know what your insides look like splattered against the wall."
"No, that's okay, Granger."
"Thought so Malfoy."
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I slowed my pace as I saw the door to Professor Binns History of Magic Class. Crabbe and Goyle followed stupidly, and I wondered, not for the first time, why I associated with these obviously mentally challenged fools. Potter walked rudely in front of me into the room and glared at me viciously. I put on my usual smirk. Oh yeah, that was right. I let them hang around me so that I could avoid dealing with people such as Potter.
"After you your majesty." I said sarcastically with a mock bow, sneer cemented onto my face. Now it almost came second nature to me. "I'm sorry your majesty, did you want me to throw rose petals? Will you been needing anything? Can I lick your boot your majesty?" Granger glared at me, placing her hands on her hips. Weasley stood right behind her, looking thoroughly ready to pounce. I had to stifle a laugh with my sleeve, nodding Goyle off to the side. "How cute. You brought the court jester and the national-know- it-all with you. Does the king always find such company necessary?"
Potter ignored me as best as possible, walking swiftly into the classroom. The Weasel and the bookworm stayed behind though. I couldn't help the smile that threatened to show on my face as she stood there trying to look angry. She could pretend all she wanted. I knew she wanted me though.
"Aren't you quite the actress Granger." I spat, stepping dangerously close to her.
"What are you talking about?!" Weasley bit out angrily, growing rapidly more confused by the second. I let out a small laugh. Granger looked at me pleadingly. As if I would tell anyone about our almost friendly relations the day before.
"Takes real talent for someone to put up with you with a smile on their face." I said with my usual smirk. I saw her exhale quietly in relief, but I wasn't about to let her go that easily. I gently reached for a lock of her long hair and curled it around one of my fingers, leaning close to her. I un-twirled her hair and ran my fingertips across her cheek. Her eyes fought to stay open and I noticed the look of recognition and not contempt that flickered through her cinnamon optics.
Weasley inhaled sharply, his fists balling at his sides. Granger pushed him through the door with a scolding glance, pausing to shake her head at me.
"I'll see you tonight my little fox." I said softly. She raised an eyebrow and stepped through the door.
"You wish." She said quietly.
I followed her into the classroom, getting a disapproving look from Binns. I sat down at the desk behind hers, charming the note on her page. The letters began rearranging themselves.
'There's a meteor shower tonight. Plenty of stars to wish on. You can make a wish too. –The Slytherin Prince'
Hermione chuckled softly and turned around in her seat to look at me, shaking her head.
"Are you going to be there?" I asked quietly, writing as I spoke so it didn't look like we were making conversation. The words on my page faded, slowly being replaced with Hermiones own message.
'I wouldn't miss it for all the books in the library.' ~*~*~*~*~
Authors Note- I hope you liked it. Please review, even if it's just a short one. I return the favor. Also, please review my latest story 'Once Upon a Time'. If anyone would like to beta for this story, the aforementioned story, or Losing Hermione, please tell me in your review or leave me an email at theatrepenguin@sbcglobal.net. Thanks!
Authors Note- Hello everyone! I hope I don't disappoint you with this chapter. Please review and I will make sure to review a story of yours if you leave a signed review. I appreciate any comments you may have. Constructive Criticism appreciated, adoration adored, and flames accepted.
Disclaimer- I have as much chance of owning Harry Potter without the help of J.K. Rowling as Pinocchio did of becoming a real boy without the blue fairy. Did that make sense?
~*~*~*~*~*~
I leaned down and brought my lips to hers. It wasn't what I had expected though. Awkwardly she struggled to find the right place to put her hands as they dangled by her sides uselessly. I was going through a similar predicament, my hand struggling on her back, and then cupping her cheek, and then her waist, as if I wasn't sure what to do.
"No, tilt your head that way. Ow, your nose is poking me!" Hermione murmured mid kiss, pulling away from me in annoyance. She looked around uneasily, her hands behind her back, chocolate eyes taking a renewed interest in the tile work of the castle. I looked around shyly as well, for once in my life at a loss for words. Well, our first real kiss....what to say?
"You have got to be the worst kisser in the world Granger." I said to fill the emptiness. Yes, that was sure something to say. Not precisely the right thing...
"Me?! I was fine; it was you who was the problem! You're supposed to be the sexed up playboy of the castle, and you can't even kiss well! I may not have a lot of experience in that field, but I have enough to know that were kissing a class, you would not only be sent back to wizard elementary, but your father would disown you and when Snape was asked who his little pet ferret was, he would reply "Who, Pansy?"
I stared at her wide-eyed for a moment, in complete shock of what she had said. Well, not complete shock.
"You're very pretty when you're angry." I said slowly, gray eyes still wide in wonderment. Hermione looked as if she was about to say something clever and stopped short.
"I think the solution to our kissing dilemma is practice." She said slowly, a blush rising to her cheeks, though she looked very serious.
"Yes, practice." I echoed. "Practice makes perfect, right?" I asked, a smirk pulling at the corners of my lips. Hermione nodded her head decidedly.
"Yes....so I think we should practice everyday after potions in the abandoned astronomy tower until we get it right, don't you?" she asked, not quite sure what she was doing. Was she arranging a make-out session with me every day until we enjoyed it? She bit her lip and shrugged. Yes, that seemed to be exactly what she was doing.
I nodded my head in agreement, a confused look on my face. I seemed to be as mystified as her about what we were doing.
"So Granger....I guess I'll see you tomorrow then..."
"Yeah, sure."
"Also, am I allowed to...practice...with anyone else?"
"Not unless you want to know what your insides look like splattered against the wall."
"No, that's okay, Granger."
"Thought so Malfoy."
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I slowed my pace as I saw the door to Professor Binns History of Magic Class. Crabbe and Goyle followed stupidly, and I wondered, not for the first time, why I associated with these obviously mentally challenged fools. Potter walked rudely in front of me into the room and glared at me viciously. I put on my usual smirk. Oh yeah, that was right. I let them hang around me so that I could avoid dealing with people such as Potter.
"After you your majesty." I said sarcastically with a mock bow, sneer cemented onto my face. Now it almost came second nature to me. "I'm sorry your majesty, did you want me to throw rose petals? Will you been needing anything? Can I lick your boot your majesty?" Granger glared at me, placing her hands on her hips. Weasley stood right behind her, looking thoroughly ready to pounce. I had to stifle a laugh with my sleeve, nodding Goyle off to the side. "How cute. You brought the court jester and the national-know- it-all with you. Does the king always find such company necessary?"
Potter ignored me as best as possible, walking swiftly into the classroom. The Weasel and the bookworm stayed behind though. I couldn't help the smile that threatened to show on my face as she stood there trying to look angry. She could pretend all she wanted. I knew she wanted me though.
"Aren't you quite the actress Granger." I spat, stepping dangerously close to her.
"What are you talking about?!" Weasley bit out angrily, growing rapidly more confused by the second. I let out a small laugh. Granger looked at me pleadingly. As if I would tell anyone about our almost friendly relations the day before.
"Takes real talent for someone to put up with you with a smile on their face." I said with my usual smirk. I saw her exhale quietly in relief, but I wasn't about to let her go that easily. I gently reached for a lock of her long hair and curled it around one of my fingers, leaning close to her. I un-twirled her hair and ran my fingertips across her cheek. Her eyes fought to stay open and I noticed the look of recognition and not contempt that flickered through her cinnamon optics.
Weasley inhaled sharply, his fists balling at his sides. Granger pushed him through the door with a scolding glance, pausing to shake her head at me.
"I'll see you tonight my little fox." I said softly. She raised an eyebrow and stepped through the door.
"You wish." She said quietly.
I followed her into the classroom, getting a disapproving look from Binns. I sat down at the desk behind hers, charming the note on her page. The letters began rearranging themselves.
'There's a meteor shower tonight. Plenty of stars to wish on. You can make a wish too. –The Slytherin Prince'
Hermione chuckled softly and turned around in her seat to look at me, shaking her head.
"Are you going to be there?" I asked quietly, writing as I spoke so it didn't look like we were making conversation. The words on my page faded, slowly being replaced with Hermiones own message.
'I wouldn't miss it for all the books in the library.' ~*~*~*~*~
Authors Note- I hope you liked it. Please review, even if it's just a short one. I return the favor. Also, please review my latest story 'Once Upon a Time'. If anyone would like to beta for this story, the aforementioned story, or Losing Hermione, please tell me in your review or leave me an email at theatrepenguin@sbcglobal.net. Thanks!