Addicted to Him
by the heir of slytherin
Summary: It's amazing how a simple dare can lead to an addiction . . .and this isn't any ordinary addiction, either. DM/HG
Rating: PG-13 for bad language and (of course) lots of kissing.
Disclaimer: Basically, I own nothing. . .
Author's Note: Sorry it took so long. Sorry it's so short. Sorry I didn't edit this one. I'm just too darn lazy (that answers all three things I said).
Chapter Two
Why does life always turn out to be so damn complicated? One moment you're having a regular, ordinary day, the next moment you're kissing Granger and enjoying it. Good God, I don't know what's wrong with me, and I don't understand how this awkward situation came to be. I was just walking out of Potions, like any normal human being (not that I'm implying that I'm an average human being; of course I'm far above the regular wizard) when out of the blue Granger came up to me. This alone was surprising; I was usually the one walking up to her, mostly because her best friend was my worst enemy: Harry Potter. Harry Bloody Potter, The Boy Who Just Wouldn't Die. Golden Boy. Scarface. Saint Potter. Take your pick. Merlin, how I hate him. Always strutting around like he was so much better than everyone else. Like he had some valid reason to be praised. And everyone just goes along with him, since he pollutes their minds into making them think that he's actually worth all the attention...
Oh, right, I was supposed to be discussing my weird occurrence this afternoon. Where was I? Oh, yes, she came over and called out to me. "Malfoy, I need to talk to you NOW!" Well, as you can probably guess, it shocked the pants off of me (not literally, though if it had been, it wouldn't have been a bad sight, if I do say so myself). Anyway, I'm rambling again... back to the topic at hand. Granger. She had this annoying look of determination on her face that is notable of Gryffindorks. It's the look that makes you want to just smack them in the face for their impertinence. Honestly, it's as if they believe that they are actually better than us pureblood aristocrats! That, my friends, is a fool-brained idea spread around by people who wanted to feel better about themselves. Where are those people now? Rotting in my father's dungeons, I tell you.
Meanwhile, my fellow Slytherins start to look suspiciously at me, as if wondering why Granger would come up to me, and immediately their minds probably turned to ideas of me being a traitor. I bet they probably even thought I was sneaking out with her at night to do Merlin-knows-what. Definitely something I do not want to think about. I knew I had to quickly make a decision. I could either hear her out (which is what I really wanted to do, since I was actually quite curious about what she was so determined to tell me) or push her away and leave (which would have gone better with my Slytherin colleagues). Giving away to curiosity, I told her, "Well, make it quick, Granger. I haven't got all day." There, that was a mediocre response. For a brief moment, a look of terror swept over her face as she looked around at the crowd that had accumulated while we were talking. People were curious as to why two of the worst enemies of the school were talking to one another in an almost peaceable way.
"Not here," she hissed at me. "I need to speak to you in private." Once again, I was caught up in wondering what the hell was so important for her to talk to me about. I pondered that for a moment before nodding and walking down the halls. People were still staring at us, but most had moved on their ways, deciding that there was nothing more to see. Oh, how they were deceived. The most confusing moment of my life was about to come.
We reached an empty and slightly dusty classroom in one of the dungeons. I was getting a little impatient to find out what was going on so I said, "Now, Granger, I-" but I was interrupted. For seemingly no reason whatsoever, Granger put her arms around my neck (which in itself was shocking), and then proceeded to cover my mouth with her own. Holy Merlin, I thought to myself. What the hell is going on?! However, halfway through thinking that, I realized that it actually felt good to be kissing Granger. Her lips had a taste to them that I couldn't quite identify. Whatever it was, it tasted good, and I had to have more of it. Therefore, I carefully placed my arms around her waste and kissed her back. By this point, she had already pushed me up against the dungeon wall. She had me completely under control. For a moment, I wonder if this were some dark trick to get me distracted while her cronies did something sinister. However, this thought was immediately swept away as I got caught up in the kiss.
Of course, being a Malfoy, and a handsome one at that, I had kissed many beautiful girls before. But for some reason, they had all felt sort of cold were passionless and merely a physical thing. With Granger, I felt as if I was on fire, and I liked it. I thought for a moment that it must be a sin to feel this good. It was short-lived, though, because, for some reason now that I cannot fathom, I pulled away. It had been hard, but I had done it. It took me a while to regain the power of speech, and when I did, all that came out was, "What the hell was that, Granger?"
She looked startled for a moment, then she just started stuttering about nonsense. "Erm... well, see, um... Ginny, no... ugh." Then she abruptly left the room. So, I got no explanation, and here I am, up in my dormitory, wondering why the hell Granger kissed me, and why the hell it felt so good.