Hello again my lovely readers! :) Sorry, this chapter's a little short, but I have a feeling that y'all will like it...at least I hope you'll like it :) Read on!
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Blaise paced back and forth, nervously chewing on his fingernails. Was it really a good idea for him to be playing matchmaker? Draco would kill him if he found out what he was doing. But then again, if something good came of it, he would be grateful for his actions.
Still lost in thought, he heard a set of footsteps coming down the hallway. It was Draco and Hermione. Loudly, they argued over ideas for their potions project, neither one noticed Blaise standing in front of them. "Petrificus Totalus!" He shouted, pointing his wand at them. They both froze, a look of pure shock stuck on their faces. Quickly, he grabbed the two and shoved them into the nearest broom closet. "Have fun!" he smiled devilishly. He shut the door and performed a series of locking charms on the door, and silenced the room so that they could have privacy. He was about to leave when he remembered that they were still petrified. "Finite Incantatem," he chanted before leaving.
The minute the charm had been taken off, Draco stood and reached for the doorknob. "Damn it!" he cried, whirling around to face her, "He locked the door!"
Hermione opened her mouth to say the spells necessary for unlocking the door, but found herself at a loss for words when she became conscious of how close he was standing.
Silence settle over them as they both realized exactly how close they were. They both stood only half a foot away from each other.
Hermione felt her heart begin to thump louder and louder.
"Well," Draco said, a smirk creeping on to his face, "I guess we'll just have to wait until someone comes to free us from this closet." He stepped closer to her and she could feel his breath wash over her. "Until then, I say we spend our time getting to know each other."
She could feel herself grow uneasy and her breathing hitched. "I don't know what you're playing at Malfoy, but I'm not in the mood for any of your games," she retorted uncertainly.
"What're you talking about?" he replied, feigning innocence.
"Look, I realize that you're a teenage boy and you have raging hormones, but I will not do anything with you."
He laughed, "Getting cocky now are we? As if I would do that sort of thing with a Mudblood like you."
She glared, "We both know that you don't care about the whole mudblood and pureblood shit, so just drop the act."
"How would you know that?" She raised an eyebrow and he sighed, "Fine. I don't care. That doesn't mean that I would want to do anything with you though."
"You sure about that? You were very willing to kiss me the other night in the library."
"I was just messing with you."
"Actually, Malfoy, I'm pretty sure that's called flirting."
"I was not flirting!"
"Yes you were! Just admit it. You were flirting with me."
Draco sighed, "Ok. Fine. So maybe I was flirting. It's not my fault, it was late at night and I wasn't thinking straight. Other than that I have absolutely no feelings for you."
She stepped up to him, leaving absolutely no space left in between them. He could feel her chest rise and fall when she took a breath. "You sure about that….Draco?" she smirked. The sound of her voice saying his first name made a wire in his brain go off.
"Ok. So I'm slightly attracted to you. Just a little," he looked down into her warm brown eyes, "Ok. A lot."
"Never thought I'd hear that coming from you, after 7 straight years of pure insults thrown my way."
"How else was I supposed to get your attention?" Draco gasped, surprised at his confession. He was confessing to things he hadn't realized he felt.
"Oh," Hermione began to blush, surprised that he felt that way towards her, "You've liked me this whole time?"
"How could I not? You're beautiful, on the inside and the outside." Draco could feel himself coming apart, he needed to find a way to keep his mouth shut. He knew that somewhere in the back of his mind, he had always known, but he hadn't been prepared to spill it all out when he had only just come to terms with it in his own heart.
"You really think so?"
"Yes." Hermione remained silent and he wished he could take it all back. "Look, uh, just forget it."
"Why would I do that?" she could feel her Gryffindor bravery building up inside of her and she reached up for his face. She caressed his cheek and took a leap toward the unknown. "You know, I like you too," and then she reached up and kissed him. On the cheek mind you, she still hadn't had her first kiss and wasn't positive she wanted it to be with Draco.
Draco could feel a blush spreading over his cheeks. He had come into the closet with the intention of embarrassing her, but found something greater. Although it had been unplanned, and unexpected, he was happy it had happened all the same.
Hermione smiled up at him and said, "Although, our time together in this closet has been lovely, I must be getting to my next class." She then chanted a series of spells and opened the door.
"You knew all this time how to get out of here and you didn't do anything about it? I knew you wanted me."
"Hypocrite, you knew how to get out and you didn't do anything about it either. Clearly, you wanted me too," She winked and walked off, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
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So there you have it! I hope y'all liked it :) I will post the next chapter ASAP. Until next time :)
Oh yes, also, I realize that my story is slightly suggestive, so being that this is my first story, I was wondering if this should be rated T or M...If y'all could let me know that'd be great :)