Happy Birthday
Draco sat on the astronomy tower alone, his dying sobs echoing faintly in the chamber. His father had been sent to Azkaban, today. On his birthday. And obviously his mother wasn't very happy at the moment. Crying wasn't against Slytherin nature, but he preferred to do it alone. He rarely cries, choosing not to show people his soft side. As the familiar wind caressed his cheek yet again, he smelled something different. It smelled sweet and soft, like a combination of new parchment and dew adorned grass.
"Draco?" A voice sounded behind him.
He whipped around and scowled. So much like Granger to disturb his night. "What do you want?" He growled, angry that she had heard his sobs.
"Don't even bother to mask it, Draco. I know you're hurt." She came and sat down beside him, causing him to recoil a bit. After a few moments, he sighed.
"Alright." Draco continued to stare out at the pale white moon, his thoughts still annoyingly set on the girl beside him. She didn't say anything for a long time.
"Happy Birthday, Draco," She whispered suddenly, and smiled at his surprised look. Damn… he never noticed her smile until now. It was small but sincere, and although he would never admit it out loud, it made his heart leap.
"You knew? For how long?" He asked suspiciously.
"Always."
He didn't know what made him do it, but the next thing he knew, he was hugging her tight, his hands around her waist and his lips on hers. She gasped a little but returned the kiss, her arms encircling his neck.
Was it wrong, for a Slytherin to fall in love with a Gryffindor?
Yes. It was against everything, every rule people had ever set. But because he was a snake, he'll break any rule he wants.
Hermione admittedly loved the salty kiss. His tears continued to flow, showing just how hurt he was. She was going to do her best to protect him from further pain, she was certain of it.
This kiss, took both of their breath away.