Chapter 4: Desires Revealed
She didn't know what she was doing, that was for sure. She didn't know what the bloody hell she was doing.
She couldn't stop thinking about him all during supper. Harry had kept glancing at her, noticing her distracted stares. Draco wasn't at the Slytherin table, and she kept glancing at the double doors to see if he would walk through them. Ron had kept trying to apologize for his earlier comment, which she duefully igrnored, and Ginny kept trying to convince her to let her straighten her hair, which she also ignored. She had also seen the devilish looks Blaise was sending Ginny, who would blush in response, when she would occasionally glance back at the Slytherin table. She sent him a murderous glare which made him look abashedly down at his food.
Now here she stood. In the Head dormitories. The BOYS Head dormitories of one Slytherin Prince. She had had to convince the portrait guarding the room that she had urgent Head duties to discuss with the Head boy to be let in at all.
She stood in the common room decorated with emerald and silver, and noticed how it was identical to her own, save the colors. She nervously looked around, wondering when he would be going to bed, hoping he wouldn't stay out too long. She sat on the plush leather sofa in front of the fire and dropped her head in her hands, wondering why he had kissed her in the first place.
Of course, he was attractive. Very attractive. To be honest, he was like a Greek God. His hair had felt like sliding her fingers through pure silk. It was just the right length, coming down to his ears. She hated when boys grew their hair too long. Few could pull off the shag look, not including Ron. It was almost as if they were lazy when they grew it out. She was sure Draco could most certainly pull it off but she liked it short. Seeing his hair long would remind her too much of Lucius, a man she could safely say she almost hated more that Voldemort.
Harry and Ron didn't seem to care. They let their hair go wild, as if no woman could resist them. She snorted. As if. She felt bad for Harry. He was still in love with Ginny, having no idea she is completely taken with Blaise. He reciprocated the feeling, no matter how he acted around his housemates.
She sighed as she really thought on why Dr-Malfoy...she really needed to stop calling him Draco... why he would kiss her. She had come to many conclusions, finally settling on two. Either he was truthful when he had told her he had been waiting to kiss her...or he was playing some big joke on her and was planning to humiliate her in front of all his housemates. She intended on finding out.
She jumped up as she heard the portrait speaking and froze as she saw it swing open. She wrung her hands nervously and her face flushed as she saw him look up at her, surprise evident on his features.
"Draco..." She said softly. He expelled a breath she assumed he'd been holding since he saw her standing in front of him, and started walking slowly toward her.
"Stop." She held up a hand, and he stopped cold. She narrowed her eyes at him and sucked in some air as she prepared what she had to say. "Dr-...Malfoy...I'm here because...well...you... I...ugh." She puffed out her held breath and looked at the floor and ran her fingers through her mess of curls. He had a confused expression on his face when she looked back up at him and she took a few steps forward until she was standing about a foot from him.
"I want to know exactly why you kissed me earlier." She poked him in the chest as she enuncited the word why, which he noticably groaned at, which was strange to say the least. "And I want the truth, because if it's some big joke you plan on humili-mphh-" She was cut short when he inexplicably covered her mouth with his hand.
"Granger?" He questioned looking at her sideways.
"Hm?" She answered, her mouth still muffled by his hand.
"Shut UP." He stated and promptly and roughly pulled her flushed body against his and melted away any doubts by giving her the fiercest and most passionate kiss she'd ever had in her life.