Slytherin's Cunningness
Battle was raging all around, and the Hogwarts students were running about either trying to help Madam Pomfrey heal the wounded or fire curses at the Death Eaters.
Hermione was trying her best to run to the west wing without sprouting an extra eyeball or get killed in the process, her sweaty hands clutching Gryffindor's bloody sword. She had to hide it, in order to let it escape the Dark Lord's clutches. It was extremely heavy, and she was panting by the time she managed to hurl into the room and slam the door. She turned slowly, and a black wand nearly jabbed her in the face.
"Hand over the sword." Snarled an all to familiar voice, one that she despised.
With a flick of her wand, a non-verbal spell slashed across his face but he managed to side step her in time.
"Tsk tsk. I know you better, Granger," Malfoy said, smiling.
Hermione closed her eyes and swung the sword wildly, slashing him in the cheek again.
She felt a sudden pressure upon her and opened her eyes.
"Get off me, Malfoy!" Hermione thrashed wildly, but he was too strong.
She could feel the tip of the sword cutting into her cheek, and warm blood trickling down the side of her face.
He smirked and suddenly, leaned down to kiss her. It was like an explosion, making her feel weak kneed. She knew she can never trust this guy, but right now, the kiss was making her feel senseless. His hands encircled her waist, making her feel giddy with happiness, happiness that she know she shouldn't feel. Nothing else mattered in the world except for him now.
After what seemed like forever, he pulled away and winked. He stepped out and gently closed the door behind him, leaving her by herself. Hermione was shocked, her fingers absentmindedly touching her lips.
She reached for the cool blade of the sword to calm her dancing heart, but it was nowhere to be found.