On with the show!
I couldn't concentrate at all during the feast. Malfoy had to nudge me when Dumbledore introduced us so that I would stand up. He kept glancing at me during the meal, like he was looking to see what my reaction would be once I got over the shock. I honestly didn't know. I always hated him, he was a spoiled rich brat, and he used women like objects...
But he was cute, and from what I'd heard, AMAZING in bed...not that I cared, or even thought about it...much...and he seemed so sincere during the kiss, I was just so confused.
The feast was over before I was ready. I had to go to the room behind the Great Hall. I had to go into the common room. I had to be alone with Malfoy.
When I walked into the common room, what I saw was total surprise. It wasn't the decor or luxury of the common room. Malfoy was sitting on the floor in front of a beautiful picnic setting. There was a simple picnic blanket, classic red and white checked, with a meal fit for a king. There were sandwiches and potato chips, grapes, apples, and chocolate cake for desert. There were two settings, seperated by two flickering candles.
"I noticed you didn't eat anything during the feast. I hope it's not too much, but I promise, I don't bite...anymore...I'm kidding, Granger! Please, eat something!" Malfoy gestured for me to sit down. We ate in silence.
A few hours later I was showered, teeth brushed, and ready for bed. I sat on my bed, a queen sized with down pillows and a light brown comforter. The hangings were deep crimson with gold trim. The bed was a mahogany four poster. It sat directly across from my desk, which was parallel to a huge fireplace. My fire was lit, and it illuminated the window. It had begun raining while I was showering. There was a flash of lightning followed by a loud clap of thunder. In that one moment, in the flash that lit the sky, I saw my face in my window. It was then I knew.
I put on my fuzzy pink slippers and walked into the common room. Malfoy was sitting there on the sofa. He was in a white undershirt and blue plaid boxers. He stared at his black socks with his head in his hands. He looked up when he heard me close my door.
"She's alive" he said half-heartedly. "Finally decide I'm not the greatest poison on earth?" He gave an empty laugh. I could tell he was stressed. He had been thinking about the kiss, it had to be.
I started walking towards him as he said "Look, Granger, if you don't want this, then fine. but tell me now before I drive myself crazy! I don't wanna put you in a position that you're uncomf..." At this point I was directly in front of him. I cut him off...
"Malfoy, shut up and kiss me..."
And with that I leaned down and pressed my lips against his, a little more forcefully than the kiss earlier that day. I kicked off my slippers and placed a knee on either side of Malfoy on the couch, straddling him in the kiss. I placed one hand on the back of his neck, and allowed the other to play with his beautiful blonde hair. I felt his hands touch my back, in a slight hug, his elbows at my side. I felt his tongue brush against my lower lip, as if questioning my limit. With that I forced my tongue in his own mouth, with pure dominance in the kiss. He held me tighter, slowly laying me down on the couch, himself on top. He broke the kiss, gently kissing my jawline and continuing to suck on my neck. He stayed there for a full minute before we were interupted...
The fireplace erupted in green flame...