Lips Like Morphine.
"Draco?" pansy spoke suddenly, her eyes lay focused on the pages of her magazine.
Draco sat silent, clamping his jaw together and gnashing his teeth.
He roughly folded the letter his eyes had been fixated on all night, before stuffing deep into his pocket.
You will do as I say Draco, you will take Pansy as your wife.
The words had played repeatedly in his head.
"Which colour do you like best out of these dresses?" she continued, interrupting his thoughts. Pansy tilted her head contemplating, then flicked the page sighing angrily to herself.
He stared at her with hatred, he never really even liked the girl, sure she was good for a snog, but the thought of being tied to anyone, especially by marriage made his stomach churn.
"Stop getting so worked up over this Pansy, it isn't going to happen." his voice was stern.
"Is there someone else?" Pansy was now staring at him in disbelief.
"There's no one else you daft girl, there isn't even you"
"Oh Draco" she smiled, her eyes again focusing on her magazine "you love me, just like I love you, don't you see? Were meant for one another" she licked her finger then flicked another page.
"Just because, our parents want us to do this, doesn't mean we're meant to be together!" he bellowed.
He stood up abruptly, snatching the magazine out of her hand.
Pansy stared at him with wide eyes as he began ripping the pages while he shouted "and," rip"there,"rip"will be," rip"NO MORE OF THIS FUCKING WEDDING PLANNING!" he threw the remains of the magazine into the fire, then turned on his heel leaving the common room.
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The corridors were cold and dim, he didn't really know where was going. The further away from Pansy and her neurotic wedding behaviour, the better. After walking down a few flights of stairs he heard footsteps in the distance, he stopped when he noticed a girl with waist long dark hair, she walked along slowly in the dark. from the looks of it she was wearing night shorts and quite a relieving low cut top, squinting his eyes he almost didn't recognize her, he was instantly drawn to her petite body. Who was this girl? Someone he surely never noticed before at Hogwarts, his eyes widened as she neared him, her arm was bandaged, and hanging motionless beside her.
"What in god's name happened to your hair." he asked her, infuriated. The way she looked annoyed him, it was quite a change to her natural honey coloured curls. The black hair was defiantly an improvement. Not that he'd ever care to admit it.
"If you must know, Malfoy, it's my birthday"
She slurred, swaying slightly as she spoke.
"Jesus Christ, Granger. Are you drunk? Or just intoxicated by me?" he said in his usual arrogant tone, scrunching his face as the strong smell of vodka filled his airways.
Hermione laughed, "No" she replied, her voice dragging, before hiccupping.
Draco rolled his eyes, turning away from her.
"Where are you going?" he heard her say, her voice soft and eager.
Draco stopped dead in his tracks. He walked right up to her and without thinking poked her in the face.
"Ow," she moaned, "what was that for" he watched her as she clumsily stepped away from him.
Draco shrugged, "felt like it"
Hermione then smiled at him, Draco cringed. "You know" she said cheekily, before pulling out her wand. "It is quite late, and it ismy birthday" she pointed her wand at Draco's face. "I could hex you, and no one would even know. It would be the perfect ending to my Sixteenth Birthday"
Draco looked at her, astonished. "What the sodding hell has gotten into you mudblood" he spat.
"And what makes you think I give a damn that it is your birthday? Stop bosting about it like you're expecting me to kiss you or something."
Draco swallowed hard, immediately regretting his choice of words.
"Well that's fantastic to know" she said.
Draco watched as she tucked her wand gently down her bra, concealing in perfectly. He then gawked at her as she suddenly began lifting her top.
"What in Merlin's name, Granger" he growled, turning his head. "Stop trying to seduce me, that's disgusting"
"Not everygirl in this school is madly in love with you, Malfoy." She mocked, a smile spreading playfully across her lips as she pulled out a bottle that was tucked inside her very revealing, silk cream shorts.
Oh boy was she drunk, He said to himself.
He watched her thoughtfully as she began walking, or rather, stumbling away from him, taking the occasional sip of alcohol.
Draco followed, not really knowing what had come over him. She lowered the bottle after taking another generous swig.
"How many people have you snogged?" she slurred again.
Draco froze, she seemed to be enjoying herself. It was as if someone had given her a babbling beverage. The words escaped freely from her lips, as if she wasn't thinking before speaking. Something Hermione granger wasn't known for.
Draco simple scoffed and continued to follow her.
"If I treated you the way you treated me, you would hate me."
"Your forgetting something Granger, I do hate you"
"Then why are you following me?"
"You're drunk, Granger, these portraits talk, And I don't fancy being the last person on this earth to witness you alive, before you throw yourself off the astronomy tower." He smirked.
Hermione scowled. "I hate you Malfoy"
"Trust me, you don't hate me any more than I hate you"
Hermione simple shrugged and continued walking, Draco had never seen her like this. So carefree, so un-Hermione like.
"So your hair?" He finally said, "What happened to it? If you're trying to improve yourself mudblood, it isn't working."
He was lying, feeling the sudden urge to punch himself, he hated that she looked so good. He's never seen Granger look like this, she had never even looked remotely pretty before.
Even though she was the last person he wanted to see he couldn't fight the urge to follow her. And she was drunk she probably wouldn't even remember their late night encounter in the morning anyway.
Realising this Draco smirked.
Hermione stopped suddenly "I'm dreaming aren't I? Oh no, I fell asleep without taking the potion."
She was talking to herself, Draco decided to play along, it was the perfect way for him to continue whatever was happening here, without Hermione knowing it was actually happening.
"Of course your dreaming Granger, do you think Iwould ever waste my time talking to you, alone, at midnight, in reality?"
he felt ill, it was true, he wouldn't be caught dead alone with the 'mudblood know it all', but he just couldn't bring himself to walk away from her, he was intrigued by the drunk girl standing before him.
"Would you be drinking? Little miss bookworm, who by the way has long black hair."
Hermione looked convinced, "God Malfoy," she shot him a dangerous look, "I'm sick of dreaming about you"
She continued to walk, as Draco stood motionless, befuddled at what she had just said.
"What did you just say?" his curious voice called out to her,
"Oh don't act like you don't know, Malfoy, the dreams, my dreams!" she bellowed.
"Keep your voice down!" He hissed.
"Why! It's just a dream Malfoy" she paused, taking her eyes trailing off. "Isnt it?" her mouth fell open slightly, she was staring at him in sudden disbelief.
Draco stared at her in awe she looked irresistible. Mudblood factor aside, those amazing slim legs, that petite body, her face, so relaxed and looking at him the way she was, and the way her hair complemented the complexion of her porcelain skin.
acting completely un-Malfoy like and without a second thought, he stormed towards her and grabbed her arm fiercely.
"Yes Granger. It is a dream. If this was reality.."
He stopped, not knowing why he wanted to do it, not thinking about the consequences of what he was about to do.
He watched the fear spread across her face as she tried pulling herself away from him. This wasn't what he wanted, he didn't want her to run.
He loosened his grip letting her arm slip through his fingers, his skin brushed against her delicate wrist before tightening his grip again as soon as he felt their hands connect. Her fingers now intertwined with his own.
It all happened so quickly after that, he kissed her.
He had taken advantage of her, he didn't care so why was he starting to feel like an arse about what he had just done. Had he done it because he needed to take his mind off pansy and the arranged marriage, or did he do it because she was sloshed and incredible looking for the first time in her life. Draco Malfoy had most likely stolen Hermione Grangers first kiss and he was feeling bad for it. A wave of shock ran over him. 'what if she remember's this?' the thought frightened him.
He needed to do something and fast, becoming completely irrational and not thinking as clearly as he normally would, he pulled his wand out and stunned her.
Her body immediately hit the floor, the bottle of vodka smashed into pieces beside her, he watched as the alcohol spread across the floor and into her hair.