It's been a while since I have written anything, so I'm sorry in advance if this story sucks.
No one has any idea
No one has any idea.
They can't have any possible idea.
No clue about how I feel.
How I feel about him.
Him being Draco Malfoy.
People think he is very hot. And he is. No one can deny that fact.
What they don't know however, is how incredibly sweet he is. Not even his best mates know.
What MY friends don't know, is that I'm in love with him.
And he is in love with me.
You want to know HOW that happened?
You REALLY want to know?
Are you sure?
Ok, well, I'm not sure you will be too pleased, but oh well.
I was sitting in the library, listening to my mp3 (I know that they don't work in Hogwarts, but they do in this story.) when suddenly one of my headphones was pulled out of my ears. I turned around and guess who was there. Draco Malfoy.
"Um... Excuse me. What do you think you are doing?" I asked.
He was just staring at the headphone. "What is this?"
"A headphone, give that back!"
"What does it do?" and he yanked it, making me stand up and almost sent me flying into him.
"It lets you listen to music quietly and personally. And you DO NOT yank on it, otherwise it will break."
"Music? How does it let you listen to music?" and he gave it another yank, making my mp3 fall out of my pocket and onto the floor, coming unattached to the headphones.
"You listen to music via this." I said, bending over to grab the mp3 off the floor.
"And what is that?"
"An mp3. Why do you care anyway?"
"I'm just curious."
"About what exactly?"
"You."
"What is that mean to mean?"
"There are things I want to know about you, and this was the quickest way to get your attention and maybe get you to tell me."
"What would you want to know about me?"
"Everything."
And then he picked me up and sat me down on the table and stood between my legs. He left both his hands on my hips and leant closer to me.
"You want to know what I want to know?"
"Yes," it came out as a whisper.
"How sensitive are you?"
"What do you me-", I was cut off by a gasp as he kissed just below my ear. He slowly made his way down my neck. Each time he touched my neck with his lips, I gasped. When he pulled away I realised I didn't want him to pull away.
"You are very sensitive."
"And?"
"I like sensitive girls."
"What other girls do you like then?"
"I like smart, beautiful girls. Just, like, you."
"Me?"
"Yes, you. I know you don't think you are, but you are."
"Why are you being so nice?"
"I have my reasons. I'll see you tonight." And with that he walked away.
I didn't know what he meant by that then, but I found out later that night.
I was walking back to the Gryffindor Common Room, just humming the new song by Jordain Sparks – No Air to myself, when I was pulled into a classroom.
"Wh-," I was cut off by someone's lips on my neck.
"I told you I would see you tonight."
"Did you have to scare me like that?"
"I scared you, did I?"
"Maybe just a little bit. Why are we in a classroom?"
"Well, I didn't think you would want to come to my room, and I definitely can't get into your room at the moment, so here was my third guess."
"Why not somewhere else? You could have got me to meet you somewhere."
"Would you have come though?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I'm a Slytherin, and you would have thought I was up to something, like trying to embarrass you."
"How do you know?"
"Because its you, Hermione."
"Why are we here anyway?" I said walking to the desk in the middle of the room. He followed me.
"Because I..."
"Because you what?" I said, jumping onto the desk.
"Because I want to do something."
"And what's that?"
He just stepped forward until he was touching my knees with his stomach. His hand reached out and cupped my cheek, and then he leant forward. It was if I was in some kind of trance, because I leant forward too.
As our lips touch, I realised something.
I realised that I actually really liked him.
I put my hand on his shoulder, and he put his other hand on my knee. He moved my knees to the side and he stepped between them. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders pulling him closer. I opened my mouth slightly, and he responded slowly. I pulled away slowly.
"I have done this before, you know," I said before I brought my lips back to his.
He ran his fingers up and down my back, before resting them on my hips. I pulled away from his lips, and instead kissed his jaw and down his neck, sucking on his pulse point. I bit him quickly before asking him something.
"Are you a quiet person?"
"Depends on what you mean."
"Moaning-wise."
"I can be. I prefer listening to her though."
"I like to hear my boys moan loud, because of me."
"You definitely make me want to moan."
"So do it," I whispered, before kissing him soft and teasing.
He bought his hand down to my knees and lifted them up, pulling me closer to the edge of the desk, and closer to him...
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Author's Note:This part of my story has just been written at school over three hours. My beta Katie, has not read this yet, so tell me whether you like it or not. I ended it here because I wanted to get it up on the web.