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Hermione was still deeply engaged in the sweet and extremely passionate kiss. She hadn't had her eyes open for long enough to realize who it was. It had never started out innocent—hungry, desirable and provocative, never ceasing in intensity. He gave off a chilling air, yet his lips defied everything by being almost unbearably warm and inviting. She found herself enjoying the kiss just about too much, but could not possibly get enough of it, even in her dizziest dreams. The air around them seem to be positively brimming with electricity, and Hermione felt it heat up around them. It seemed like it urged them to want more, and they were more than happy to oblige. Hermione barely noticed that his tongue was now inside her mouth, but found she did not care in the slightest. In fact, she returned the passion and heat with all of her being.
He almost forcefully took her waist, pulling her in closer to deepen the already exhilarating kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, lacing her fingers through his hair, finding it inviting and slightly mysterious. He lightly traced his hand up her back, sending shivers up and down her spine. He felt her twitch as his touch, and he smiled into their kiss. In the back of her mind, she hazily wondered exactly who it was that was giving her these intoxicatingly gorgeous kisses. As she got lost in his romantic, profound caressing contact with her mouth again, that thought was hastily shrugged away.
She suddenly realized that she had been backed up against the wall in a secluded corner. Feeling she was supported, she braced herself against it, and straddled his waist, wrapping her legs around him. He inhaled slightly at the slightly extra weight, but did not pull away. She felt him pull away as he trailed his mouth down her neck and onto her collarbone. She started intertwining her fingers in his hair again, and felt that it was rather slick, as though gelled. Her heart starting to beat faster, she snapped open her eyes. Though it was dark, she could recognize that platinum blonde hair color anywhere. Gasping and extricating herself from him with surprising agility, she started backing away, though his sweet warmth and taste was still lingering on her lips.
She started breathing heavily, and looked up at him. He stared back at her with a mix of shamefulness and fiery heat in his icy eyes all at once. She was five feet away from him now, before she realized she couldn't move back anymore. Looking behind her, she realized she was backed up against a column. Groaning in disbelief, she took a deep breath.
"M-Malfoy? What in the HELL do you think you are doing! Pretending to like me is one, but accosting me right outside of the Gryffindor Tower? Now that's low, even for you!" she yelled, her face getting red, not out of anger, but of embarrassment. Mainly at herself, for enjoying the kiss. It had been wonderful…
"Granger." He breathed. "I wouldn't say it was only me enjoying it, would you?" he said.
She now flushed bright crimson. "I—well—you know, I—well—beside the point—" she rambled.
"Look, Granger, I'm sorry for getting mad at you the other day, but I assure you, with all the honesty in my heart, that it was just to keep up appearances. I didn't really mean a word of it." He confessed seriously, looking into her eyes the whole time, unwavering.
She swallowed in consideration. Searching his eyes for some sign of his untruthfulness, she came upon the fact that he might actually be genuine. And he was right—she definitely had enjoyed the kiss. She blushed furiously at the thought. Her mind was waging a war with itself now. Maybe he was just keeping up appearances in front of Blaise. Maybe Blaise was the one who was leading her into falsehood by asking her out. Maybe he was trying to make Draco jealous!
"I—Malfoy, you know I—we—I—" she stuttered again, unable to form sentences.
He stepped closer, so they were now only a foot apart. She risked a glance into his desirous eyes. She had to look away from his intense stare. "Hermione." He whispered.
Her heart missed a beat, and she let out the small breath she was unnoticeably holding. "Wha—What did you say?" she asked carefully.
"Hermione." He repeated slowly, strikingly.
"But, Malfoy, your…your…your father!" she exclaimed, one level away from a whisper. She expected to see a flicker of anger or resentment towards her, but found a smiling, disbelieving look.
"Yeah? What about him?" Malfoy asked sincerely, though he was smirking.
"Well—he—" Hermione started, finding herself incapable to find a reason.
Draco laughed quietly. "Yes, I have that effect on people." He said cockily.
"Shut up." Hermione replied playfully.
"Gladly." He murmured intimately.
She knew what he was going to do a split second before he did it. Realizing it was now or never, and he would do it anyway, she gave in to her indulgent and daring side of her personality. He brushed his lips lightly and carefully down on hers, as if apprehensive that she would turn away again. Raising an eyebrow felt only by her, she aggrandized forcefully with a craze and enthusiasm she never knew she had. Why not indulge her cravings?
He, at first, seemed taken aback by her sudden and unexpected fervor, but met up with her with matching adoration and power. She was enjoying every minute of this. She didn't care if he had been her mortal enemy for the past six years of schooling. She didn't care that he was a Malfoy. She didn't give a damn that this would probably bite her in the end. All she cared about was building upon this kiss that already defied the laws of ecstasy, eroticism, and arduous lust. By dominating his previous skills of intimate connections and feelings. Nothing could ruin this moment for her now. Nothing except…
"Hermione?"
She groaned into Draco's mouth, unwilling to separate. She finally did, much to their dismay, and turned around. "Yes?" she asked, possibly more irate than she intended, but furiously annoyed all the same.
"We—well, we were just wondering where you went."
"I-said-I-would-be-going-for-a-walk. I-said-I'd-be-back-in-a-while." Hermione emphasized through clenched teeth. She could feel rather than see Draco tense up beside her. Unconsciously, she took comfort in it.
"You know, I too must wonder what is going on here." A second voice announced, coming out of the dim shadows.
This time it was Draco that groaned, though Hermione was consternated just the same. "Blaise." Draco said, nodding his head in acknowledgement.
"Blaise? Zabini?" Lavender asked, a tone of amusement and intrigue in her voice.
Draco and Hermione looked at each other in confusion and trepidation. Blaise looked at Lavender sideways and raised a dark eyebrow. "You're a Gryffindor, right?" he questioned, though no note of a sneer was evident, which surprised everyone.
Lavender looked flattered. "Yeah, I am." She perused him with her eyes, although all parties present noticed.
"Think we can get out of here without them noticing?" Draco whispered quietly to Hermione, so only she could hear him.
"I don't know. They do seem rather preoccupied." Hermione agreed. She looked at him. "Well, no harm in trying. Oh! I have an idea."
He arched both his light eyebrows to encourage her. "Mind you," she continued, "I haven't exactly done this before…"
"Just hurry up before they break eye contact!" Draco hissed warningly.
"Okay!" she replied. "Velirius!" she said, while tapping Draco lightly on the head with her wand.
He gasped at the cold sensation. "What did you do?" he asked her questioningly, while observing her satisfied smirk.
"Watch…velirius!" she whispered again, this time tapping herself on the head. She looked down at her body, again satisfied.
He gave her the "go on!" stare again. "It—It's called a Disillusionment Charm." She confessed. "Harry told me how Moody performed it on him last summer."
He nodded, though Hermione could see his face barely scrunched up at the mention of Harry's name. After all, even if Draco did like Hermione, he would always be enemies of Harry. Slowly, while still watching Lavender and Blaise look at each other, Draco held Hermione's hand and they walked silently around Zabini. He led her to the entrance of the Fat Lady portrait.
"Well, this is where we say goodbye I suppose." Malfoy said, a tone of sadness apparent to Hermione.
"Yeah." She whispered back.
They both leaned forward at the same time, and although they were both Disillusioned, they found each other's lips just the same. Exchanging a quick but passionate kiss, he reluctantly let go of her hands, leaving her there, invisible.
"Firmament." Hermione said quietly to the guardian of the Common Room.
"Who's there!" the Fat Lady asked, terrified and looking around.
"Shhh!" Hermione hissed.
"Hermione?" Lavender inquired, looking to where Hermione and Draco had stood, tearing her gaze away from Blaise who was doing the same thing.
"It's Hermione! Just let me in, please! Firmament!" she said quickly.
"Yes, alright then." The Fat Lady agreed, though rather disconcertedly.
Hermione breathed a "Thanks!", as she rushed into the Common Room. "Appareo!" Hermione said, while again tapping herself on the head. Her eyes then widened. She had forgotten to counter-charm Draco!
"Well, if he doesn't figure out how to do it, I'm sure he will by tomorrow, or at least when I tell him…" Hermione thought, though it didn't help ease her mind much.
Hearing voices right outside the portrait, Hermione Summoned her favorite book (Hogwarts, A History), and jammed herself into an armchair, flipping to a random page, pretending she was immersed in it.
"Lavender!" she said, though her voice was higher than she would have liked, and her heart was beating uncomfortably fast. "What brings you here?"
She was met by the most accusatory and angry glare she had every seen from Lavender. Hermione shrank farther into the armchair, though unable to stray her thoughts from Draco's kiss…
Okay, I know, I'm rude by leaving it there, but I have to. I was thinking of having Hermione kiss someone else, but you all would kill me if it wasn't Draco. I'm pretty content with this chapter, and I hope you are too, because this one actually was not written at 4 in the morning!