I'm sorry, but school's really stressy right now and, well... I try to update more often, promise ( promise to TRY)


„BREAKFAST?" Draco whirled around and smacked his head at the wall „Ouch..."

"Yes Malfoy, breakfast. That was really bloody brilliant from you… Meeting in a place where there's no light and the door won't open…"

"Hey!" He rubbed his head and looked in Hermiones general direction "If you hadn't kissed me…"

"ME?" Hermione stared at him furious, what he of course couldn't see… "I didn't start the whole thing, oh no Mister!"

"Then who did? The bloody holy ghost?"

"Well, you did!"

"Why would I kiss you?"

"That's the question I asked myself since the bloody incident you prat started!"

"Did not, mudblood!"

"Says who?"

"Me"

"Oh yeah, listen to the amazing bouncing ferret!"

"Shut it"

"Make me"

"SHUT IT"

"MAKE ME!"

And once again, lips met lips. Hermiones head spun, her mind raced. She wasn't really one hundred percent aware of what she was doing, but she very well knew that it felt great…

Dracos eyes were wide open when their lips met and he thought 'What the hell am I doing?' before he gave into the kiss and closed his eyes. He forgot where he were and with whom, the only thing that was important right then was that it felt bloody brilliant. Her tongue was like velvet, her lips like Satin and she tasted like strawberries…

Hermione felt the cold tongue massage hers and stroked his cheek lazily. How could a simple french kiss feel that good? And how could a human being taste like vanilla?

The parted, panting, and everything came back to them. Hermiones eyes shot wide open "You did it again!"

It took a few seconds longer for Draco to come back to reality "I…" He jumped up "Me? It was you! Again! What is this? A spell?"

"You would notice if I hexed you, believe me!"

Hermione layed her head back against the wall. What had she done? Again! And how could this have felt so good? Was this what she was craving for for so long? Was that it? Had she longed for a kiss like this? She felt so… satisfied…

Draco sat back down, unaware that he had done so right next to Hermione, only inches away from her…

What had he done? She was a mudblood… And she hadn't started it. He was sure that they had met in the middle. And it had felt so good… And it was false and he could not remember why… There had been something… something about mudbloods… The last piece of mind came back to him and he remembered what his father had said "They are dirty, Draco…" "But Dad, maybe when I'm at school I'll like one of them…" "Then you won't be my son any longer.."

Yes, he remembered the reason why he hated mudbloods. He hated them because he was afraid of being pushed away by his father. But his father would sit in Azkaban for the rest of his life… What if he… He shook his head. Mudbloods were dirty and they were nothing but filth… But she tasted so good… like strawberries… "Breakfast, you said?"

"Yes, that's what I said"

This was going to be a long night…

Hermione wished so much that Harry would come more early. That he would search for her after she had left the great hall without any explanation… She prayed to Merlin that he would come very soon… Malfoys presence was ppoison to her. She wished to taste that great sence of vanilla again, to feel his cold tongue battle with hers. Her body ached for his touch… She ahd to do something about it… She really had to…

She shifted her wieght and brushed against Dracos arm ever so slightly, but it send little electric shocks through her entire body…

Draco felt Hermiones arm brush against his and he immediately tensed up. She had to stop this or he would kiss her again. And he wasn't allowed to. She had to resist… She was the stupid mudblood… He thought back to third year, when she had smacked him. He thought back to the many times she had insulted him and the many, many times she had beaten him in classes… and then his mind wandered to their first kiss about an hour ago and he could nearly taste the strawberries again… feel the velvet and satin…

Hermione tried to calm herself down from the sexual tension and thought about the many times he had insulted her and made her cry, the many 'mudblood's she had heard from his mouth… And her mind wandered to their kissing and she thought she could actually taste the sence of vanilla again…