You were outside the Great Hall when it happened.
He kissed you.
Long.
He kissed you.
Outside the Great Hall.
Made eye contact over Harry's shoulder, and then you both left lunch and went outside the Great Hall.
"Do we have enough ti-," you were whispering when he grabbed your shoulders, spun you to face him, and kissed you.
Your mind was a blur, a Draco filled blur. It was too passionate; it was for too long.
When you finally had enough sense to realise where you were (you were outside the Great Hall) and what you were doing, (Draco Malfoy was kissing you) you pushed him off you. Your ears strained for any gossip, shocked gasps, perhaps emanating from the Hall. You couldn't check visually: what if people were looking back?
"What," you hissed, pulling him to a more secluded area, "the hell was that?"
Your anger faded when you noticed how lifeless his eyes were.
He said tonelessly: "I just wanted to try something."
A surge of noise indicated that lunch was over. The students were leaving, Draco amongst them. He had left silently and left you gaping.
"Hermione?" said a voice. "What were you doing with Malfoy?"
