Forbidden Attraction

Chapter 1 – A Stolen Kiss

Disclaimer – This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Summary – H/D. An attraction that is so totally forbidden slowly begins to arise. Lies, deciet and a stolen kiss shared between the Head Boy and Girl. How far will this foribidden game of attraction go?


Hermione rushed out of the empty, freezing dungeons on the way back to her Common Room from detention with Snape. Her breath rose in a mist before her and her whole body was covered in goosebumps. She shivered as she walked through the cold stone chambers, her footsteps echoing with each one she took. Hermione jumped at every little noise; every creak, every crack. She quickened her pace before finally reaching the Entrance Hall.

She breathed a sigh of relief and began her journey up the 119 stairs she had to climb before she reached her Common Room.

Hermione Granger had been made Head Girl for her seventh year and was delighted to be informed that the Head's got their own Common Room and dormitories. What she was not so delighted to be informed was that Draco Malfoy had been named Head Boy, meaning this partnership between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin was not likely to be very productive.

Hermione could not believe that it was only Friday of the first week back and already she had received a detention. She had made a vow to work hard this year, stay out of trouble, and refuse to be distracted by anything. They NEWT's this year and couldn't afford to do badly in the examinations. But already she was breaking her vow! She scolded herself mentally and told herself that she should really watch herself.

After finally climbing the 119th step, Hermione ventured down the corridor that had the portrait to her Common Room hanging on its walls. Hermione reached the portrait of a lion and a serpent entwined and, before speaking the password, studied the painting. The serpent hissed softly and the lion roared back fiercely at it.

"Passsssword?" The serpent hissed.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts," Hermione answered clearly, not only the password but her favourite subject as well. The lion roared and the snake hissed again as the portrait, leading to the Head's Common Room and sleeping quarters opened. Hermione had a reason – other than to get away from Snape – for wanting to get back to the Head's Common Room quickly.

She had agreed to meet Harry here, but it appeared as though Harry hadn't turned up. Hermione walked further into the Common Room where she spotted Draco Malfoy sprawled across the half red, half green couch in front of the fire. Obviously he had recently had a shower because his hair wasn't slicked back with a litre of gel, and was instead damp and hanging down into his eyes.

Hermione had before commented on his looks – only to herself, of course – but she knew that it wasn't just appearance that made a man. Just looking at him you wouldn't guess he's the most pig-headed, arrogant, egoistic bastard in all of Hogwarts, or that every time he opens his permanently smirking mouth to talk, someone immediately wonders what smart-arsed, derogatory, Mudblood-hating comment he's about to make.

So as Hermione looked over at Draco's apparently quite relaxed and comfortable figure, sees him notice her, groan, and open his mouth to speak, she is already prepared for his words.

"Ah, Mudblood-"Hermione cringed. "-How was your detention?" Draco smirked.

Hermione, refusing to let him get to her, laughed sarcastically, "Great, Malfoy. Cleaning out Snape's storeroom cupboards for three hours straight was an absolute blast!"

Hermione slowly walked over and sat down on the red half of the couch.

"Has Harry been around?" Hermione asked Draco quite casually, but it was obvious she was dying to know. Draco suddenly – and surprisingly – turned really sour.

"No Mudblood, Golden-Boy Potter; leader of the Dream Team, The-Boy-Who-Lived and your boyfriend, has stood you up – once again, might I add!" Draco declared his voice unusually cold – even for him – and his lips just a thin line. He turned away from her and stared into the crackling fire. Hermione looked at him, dumbfounded and found herself put off track for a moment.

Hermione mentally shook herself, glared at Malfoy and demanded, "Don't talk about Harry like that! He obviously... had somewhere else he had to be." Her voice was strained and her words fake; even her face showed that. But never the less, she stared him down defiantly.

"Granger, the only other place he'd be is with Patil in a broom cupboard somewhere." Hermione looked at him, hurt by his words, but not shocked. She knew that her and Harry's relationship wasn't going anywhere – it wasn't working for either of them. But she wasn't going to admit that; especially not to Malfoy.

Hermione protested, "No, Harry would never-"

"He is Granger, and you know it! Everyone knows it! You just can't stand the thought of losing you precious Potter to some ditzy bimbo like Parvati," Draco sneered mockingly. He was right – but Hermione wasn't about to admit that.

"Shut up, Malfoy! Just because your love life goes no further than your bedroom, doesn't mean everyone else follows those guidelines!" Hermione retorted angrily.

"Well how much further than that can you go?" Draco smirked. Hermione shot him a disgusted look, but Draco just smirked at her, rolled his eyes, and gazed back down at the roaring fire.

"What's your problem with Harry anyway, Malfoy?" Hermione snapped. Draco didn't even turn his head away from the fire, though the corners of his mouth turned up in amusement.

"Do I really have to answer that, Mudblood?"

"I wouldn't have asked it otherwise."

"I've grown up hating him my whole life," Draco explained simply.

"And that's it? You hate him because you were told to by your father?" Hermione questioned.

"Yes, Mudblood. That's right," Draco spat nastily.

"Just like you've grown up learning to hate Mudbloods like me?!" Hermione exclaimed angrily, getting on her feet.

Draco, too, stood up, leant in close to her face and hissed, "Yes."

"You're disgusting," Hermione spat. He shrugged uncaringly.

"Only to you and your filthy blood line," Draco sneered cruelly. Hermione was livid.

"Alright, that's enough!" Hermione yelled. "Come on Malfoy, tell me the real reason you hate Harry, Ron and I! What is it, competition... jealousy even?!"

"You wouldn't understand!" Draco raised his voice furiously.

"Try me."

"Granger, I'm expected to hate Potter... I told you, I grew up hating him and that isn't about to change any time soon. And Weasley... God, it's just too hard not to hate Weasley! I would have hated him had I met him without my fathers influence!" Draco exclaimed. "Speaking of my father, he is at me every year because I am forever being beaten in every class – except Potions – by a worthless, filthy Mudblood!" He spat the last three words out slower and more hatefully than the rest.

Hermione felt a burning rage build up inside her and didn't even think twice before she slapped him furiously across the face.

"You're jealous that Harry's better than you at Quidditch – You hate Ron because he has a loving and caring family. You hate them because they all have things you desire, don't you?!" Hermione screamed at him. Draco glared at her angrily.

"Do I look like I want a huge gash on my forehead, Granger? And Quidditch is not the only thing I hate Potter for," Draco said coldly as if he didn't hear the rest of what she said. Hermione looked at him questioningly.

"I hate him because of his stupidity!" Draco burst out. Hermione frowned.

"Stupidity?" She repeated skeptically.

"Have you not noticed the way he treats you? Even you deserve better than that, Granger." Hermione – quite stunned by his comment – wasn't sure whether she should take it as a compliment or not so she kept silent.

"Do you love him?" Draco asked Hermione, throwing her off guard completely.

"E-Excuse me?" Hermione stuttered.

"I said, do you love him?" Draco repeated. Hermione looked up at Draco with a pained look on her face. She wanted to say yes... but she couldn't. She couldn't lie.

"No..." Hermione murmured softly, gazing at the ground, unable to make eye contact with Draco. She felt somewhat ashamed. Like she was in the wrong, though even she knew what Harry was doing behind her back.

"Then why are you still with him?"

"Because he loves me!" Hermione exclaimed defensively, "a-and I do love him, I just..."

"Granger, if you're going to lie at least make it sound convincing. You don't love Potter."

"Of course I do, mind your own business, Malfoy, it's got nothing to do with you!" Hermione snapped.

"If you loved him and he loved you, then neither of you would ever be unfaithful."

"I'd never-"

"I'm not talking about you, Granger; everyone knows Potter's been cheating, even you do! So quit lying to yourself."

"I'm not lying to myself!" Hermione screamed. "It's none of your business, it doesn't concern you!!"

"You know where he is right now, don't you? You know exactly what – or rather who he's doing-"

"Stop it Malfoy, you've crossed the line!" There was quite a silence after that; a very awkward one. The crackling of the fire seemed to roar, making the situation even more uncomfortable. You could almost cut the tension between them with a knife. Both were on their feet glaring daggers at one another. But suddenly, something in the atmosphere change; something that had never been there before. Neither were sure exactly what it was at the time, but their reactions were shared.

The glares were wiped off their faces, and an emotion none of them could name replaced it. Without thinking, they both leaned in, catching each other's mouths in a passionate kiss. One of Hermione's hands snaked their way up into his damp blonde hair, while the other she placed on his cheek. Draco found his hands on her waist, pulling her in closer to him. Suddenly they both quickly pulled away, eyes opened wide at the other in shock. It seemed as though neither of them could believe nor comprehend what had just taken place.

The silence was deafening, the situation awkward and uncomfortable.

"I-I..." Hermione stammered, taking a nervous step backwards. Draco was still speechless and just stared at Hermione, eyes still wide in shock. A pregnant pause followed before Hermione spoke again.

"I should go... to bed... I-..." Hermione didn't finish that sentence before she turned around and ran up the stairs leading to her dormitory, leaving Draco stunned and alone, standing in the middle of the Common Room.

Once in her room, Hermione slid down the door and pulled her knees up to her chest, hugging them close to her. She didn't know what had come over her.

"I just kissed Malfoy..." Hermione told herself out loud in disbelief. She put a finger to her lips, tracing a line across them, where just moments before Draco's mouth was. She shook her head fiercely, trying to rid her mind of the kiss.

"Stop it!" She said aloud. "I'm being stupid!"

Hermione jumped off the ground and walked into her own bathroom. She turned the tap on and splashed some icy water onto her face. The cool water felt nice against her burning skin and seemed to throw her back into reality. She grabbed a towel and dried her face, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She didn't look any different – but she sure felt it. Hermione wasn't sure what it was about Draco Malfoy that made her feel like this. But she didn't want to be a part of it.

Ever.


Back in the Common Room, Draco was still standing exactly where he had been with Hermione no more than two minutes ago. Finally he seemed to snap out of his thoughts and collapsed on the couch behind him. He ran a shaky hand through his wet hair, his heart beating at quite a rapid speed.

I didn't kiss her... that filthy Mudblood. No... she kissed me. That's right. She kissed me. Draco convinced himself. Though he knew deep down this was not true, it made him feel better for the time being.

He exhaled deeply.

This isn't going to affect anything. It was just a kiss; a kiss that meant nothing! Absolutely nothing! I'm going to go on living my normal life and so is she. This doesn't change anything.

How wrong he was.