I thought that Malfoy would lose interest quickly, especially because I wasn't ready to have sex with him for ages. But he persevered, and I still don't know why. Don't get me wrong, I am so glad he did. This little episode happened about two months after he first made his suggestion.
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It was the Christmas holidays, and almost everyone had gone home. Even Harry and Ron had departed for the Burrow on the last day of term. They'd invited me, but it just didn't feel right to spend Christmas with someone else's family. My parents were abroad at some dental conference, so I remained at Hogwarts. So did Draco Malfoy.
With the rest of the school (apart from the staff, of course) absent, it was considerably easier for us to spend time together. For two glorious weeks, we didn't have to sneak around.
It was Christmas Eve, and we were racing round the castle conjuring fake snowballs to throw at each other. We'd been at it for a while, when Malfoy suddenly stopped.
"Filch!" he hissed, and we both dived through the nearest door. Just our luck, it was an incredibly small broom closet, and we were pressed close together in the dark. I don't know how long we stayed in there; long after Filch had left, I'm certain of that. I lost all track of time when Malfoy started to run his hands over my body, kissing me as he did so. We'd done this a few times now, but I wasn't prepared to feel his hands against my skin. True, it was only my waist, but until now everything had been strictly above the clothes.
"Relax, Hermione." He was whispering to me – I don't remember what, I was too busy wondering where those hands were going. I must have calmed down though, because I remember than afternoon being incredible. I know, I know, it's nothing really, but it was all new to me.
Anyway, he thoroughly explored the top half of my body, and even persuaded me to part with my jumper for some of the time. Not the bra, though. I definitely wasn't ready to go topless in front of him. Not yet.
I was pressed against the wall for the entire time – there simply wasn't space to move. And at the start, I was clinging tightly to whatever was on either side of me.
"Touch me, Hermione." I shook my head. He prised my hands free from whatever I was holding and placed them at his waist. I didn't move them for ages, terrified of doing something wrong, or of simply not knowing what to do.
I don't know what it is about Draco Malfoy that makes me lose my inhibitions, but there's something, alright. By the time we emerged from that stuffy cupboard, I'd run my hands all over the top half of him. I'd even unbuttoned his shirt, though I didn't fully remove it. I was grateful for the dark – I can only imagine what colour my face must have been. Still, I didn't really care at the time.
When I undid his shirt, Malfoy almost growled as he pressed against me. That feeling of skin on skin was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before, and I clung to him, helpless. I could feel a bulge in the front of his trousers, and it made me nervous and excited at the same time. Nervous because I knew nothing about it, really, but excited at the thought of me causing that reaction in him. Until then, I have to admit I thought it was all just a game to him. But that proved he was, on some level, actually attracted to me.
He was unusually caring when we finally emerged, brushing dust off my back and smoothing down my hair. I think that was the first time he really smiled at me as well. I'd seen the entire range of smirks and sneers, but that was the first proper smile.
I was beginning to realise there was a lot more to Draco Malfoy than I'd first thought, and I wanted to know more. It wasn't just physical, from that point onwards. We'd started to beome friends as well.
AN: You know what to do now, don't you?
