I couldn't believe my ears.
There had to be something wrong with them. Of course, there was nothing actually wrong with my ears but it seemed a much better explanation than what was being spoken.
I pressed my ears to the door, trying to focus only on the voices out in the corridor.
"I know it sounds ridiculous but I do! I can't help it."
"I thought you hated her." I flinched away from the door. Even though the stupid boy could hardly put two and two together, his words still hurt me.
"Hardly! I've been pining over her for months! Every time she looks at me I feel like I can't breathe. Like there's a hole inside me that only she can fill. I yearn for her! Everyday the feelings get stronger." I could feel the sadness that his voice was giving away.
"What are you goin' to do?" the thick head asked.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing, I can't tell her. She hates my guts, just like I'm supposed to hate hers. She can never find out!" I heard the finalism in his voice.
I walked away from the door. My hands still holding the quills and parchment I was supposed to get for Professor Flitwick. I was in such shock I didn't bother to look behind when all of a sudden I tripped backwards onto a spare desk. Which, unfortunately, for me was cluttered with empty inkwells, old quills, parchment, and oddly enough a half melted cauldron. They all flew to the floor, making my presence completely noticeable. The exact opposite from what I wanted.
"Shit." I said, dropping the quills and parchment from my hands. I figured that I might need my hands if Malfoy came in.
Speaking of the devil, which I mean literally, was now standing in the doorway. For once, his usual sneer and Slytherin façade was completely gone. Something I'd never seen, and never though I would see. Instead was a look of shock, hurt, and pain. Then I looked at him. Really looked at him
He looked terrible. His usual silky and smooth hair was boring and askew, like he hadn't combed it. His white skirt was pulled out, hanging loosely over his body. The top two buttons undone to show his toned chest. His green Slytherin tie was also undone and just hanging around his neck. His usual pale face now looked gaunt and lifeless, like it hadn't seen the sun in days. His silver eyes were rimmed with bags that suggested that he hadn't slept in the past few days.
Draco stopped staring at me to look at Crabbe and Goyle. He motioned with his head for them to leave, and then turned back to me.
With the door now closed, I felt trapped. I tried to move away as much as I possibly could, but the desk prevented that. I looked back at him, scared.
"You heard all that right?" he asked softly. The shock was now removed from his face, to be left with pain and hurt.
"Right," I said looking down. I couldn't stand to look at his grey eyes anymore.
"And what?" I asked, confused, looking back up.
"What do you think? Now that you know that the Slytherin Prince has fallen for the Gryffindor book-worm?" he asked a sneer back on his face. But his beautiful silver eyes were still filled with pain.
"I don't k-know." I stuttered, afraid once again.
"You don't know? That's all you can say?" he asked incredulously.
"Well what am I supposed to say?" I asked my confident flaring, "You tell me how the hell I'm supposed to react to that?"
"I don't know! But I was expecting something a little bit better than 'I don't know.'"
"Well that's a bit ironic don't you think?" I asked sauntering forward.
"Hmm, depends which way you look at it."
"And which way do you look at it, Draco," I asked, literally purring his name. I finished walking and I was now in front of him. I looked up at him, seeing his reaction. He gulped, looking down at me, sighing, and his silver eyes sparkling with lust. I smirked up at him. I could be flirtatious when I wanted to be.
It was just too fun teasing Draco.
I walked back to the desk and sat on it, deliberately crossing my legs slowly so he could see my pink lace underwear. I cocked my head to the side and looked at him.
"Draco? You didn't answer my question." Then, without answering me, he walked forward, stopping right in front of me.
My breath caught in my throat as I looked at him. My heart started beating erratically in my chest. Even now, in his poor state, I could still see his beauty. His face now showing the most beautiful smile I've ever seen, showing his gleaming white teeth.
How could I have missed his beauty?
"What?" I breathed, staring into his eyes. My voice was barely a whisper.
He pushed my hair, which thankfully had been tamed over the summer, back behind my ear. Even this simple gesture seemed romantic, and made my heart beat even faster. My skin burned where his connected with mine. I took a deep breath and then looked at him.
"Hermione," he whispered, taking my face in his hands, "you're beautiful."
He leaned in, and his lips brushing ever so gently against mine. It felt, oh, so right. All too soon he pulled back.
I whimpered in protest. I wanted more! And I couldn't believe that I thought that. I actually wanted to kiss Draco Malfoy, my sworn enemy. Who on numerous accounts, called me Mudblood, and other various names, also calling my best friends, Ron and Harry, names and on several occasions attempting to hurt them and myself.
And here I was sitting on a desk, in a storage room, thirty centimetres away from him, wanting to kiss him. Actually now it was more like needed to kiss him. I wanted to feel his lips against mine. I wanted to be able to press up against him, my hands in his hair, his hands around my waist, to pull us together. Never letting go, to be in each others arms forever.
As if reading my mind he grasped my face again pressing out lips together once more, this time with more urgency. His hands moved away from my face and slipped around my waist, pulling us together. I moaned into his lips and threw my arms around his neck, my fingers intertwining in his hair.
My chest was pressed up against him and I could feel the heat radiating from both of us. I could feel his heartbeat through our shirts. It seemed his was beating just as fast as mine. He groaned in pleasure with the amount of contact we shared.
I don't think we've ever touched, except that one time in Year Three when I punched him. That made this experience so much better. Knowing that this was the first contact that we've made made me feel exhilarated.
Reluctantly I pulled away, needing air. I gasped, my breath heavy – as was his. Our foreheads still touching, his hands still linked around my waist, and mine around his neck.
He was first to speak.
"This is so much better than my dreams," he said softly.
"You dream about me?" I asked feeling honoured.
"Most nights. If I had a choice, you would always be in my dreams. But you're always in my head. Every minute of everyday. Pansy was getting annoyed," he said, laughing softly.
"You told Pansy?" I asked.
"I had to tell someone. And I was definitely not telling the dunderheads that follow me twenty-four seven! Pansy's been crushing on me forever, but she just wants me to be happy, and if you make me happy than she'll be happy."
"I make you happy?" I asked, a smile curving on my lips.
"Yes. Every time I see you my heart feels like it's going to jump out of my chest. But I know you would never, could never feel the same, so I was determined not to say anything, for fear of rejection. The Prince of Slytherin never gets rejected. Plus, if you did, I'd probably die." He said placing small kisses all over my face, which made my heart flutter.
"You call this living?" I asked, nodding at his state. He shook his head.
"No, more like surviving."
"But why didn't you tell me? We both share quarters, as Head Boy and Girl. You could have made an effort to be friends with me. I probably would have seen past your Slytherin demeanour, your wit and snarky comments. You wouldn't have had to live like this," I told him sadly. I was horrified at myself. For three terms I've been living with Draco and I never even bothered to look at him, truly look at him. I felt like such a bitch.
"I couldn't! If you rejected me, even a little it would have been harder to live with you," then with a slight smirk on his lips as he looked at me he continued, "Mostly I just kept myself happy thinking about how you would look in the shower."
"Draco Malfoy! You…you…you slimy bastard!" I said laughing.
"Then, when you got out and were in just your towel, my god Hermione. I had never seen anything more beautiful. You were so sexy, beautiful and innocent all at once. I loved staring at you when you walked into your bedroom, your wet hair hanging down your back, your sexy long legs almost bare, and your sexy and gorgeous hips swaying when you walked. Oh Merlin, I'm hard just thinking about it." My instincts told me not to look down, but I did. He was right. His normal, loose fitting pants were now tight against his crotch.
I blushed and looked away. He pulled my face back to his. His face still looked gaunt, but now he was smiling and his eyes shone. His messy hair now looked incredibly sexy. Most importantly his lips looked so kissable; I just had to feel them again.
I used my hands and pulled his face to mine again, and our lips touched. I heard him moan, and I smiled. Well, as much as I could when kissing.
It felt great to know that my effort at being noticed weren't for nothing. I loved to know that I had this affect on at least someone, even if it was my supposedly most hated enemy.
I stopped thinking and just lived in the moment. Our kiss was so passionate it made me wonder why I didn't start kissing earlier. His hands sneaked around to my back, but instead of staying there, he pulled up my shirt, and placed his hands on the skin of the small of my back. The contact made me gasp. Draco took this opportunity with glee as he snaked his tongue into my mouth. I moaned and leaned into him. He groaned and started to explore my mouth with his tongue.
It felt so right. There was electricity between us we couldn't ignore. As I moved my tongue into Draco's mouth, coping what he was doing to mine, I knew that I could never forget this.
I moved one of my hands from his neck, and did something incredibly brave, and incredibly stupid. I placed my hand on his crotch and applied light pressure. Draco moaned in pleasure. Even through his pants I could tell he was big. I rubbed my hand up his length and applied more pressure. Draco moaned again and pulled his lips from mine. I was annoyed so I removed my hand from his pants.
"No," Draco groaned, his head dropped back. I grinned at him, and applied pressure once again.
"Yes," he breathed. I rubbed fast, up and down. Draco was moaning in pleasure, then pulled me off the table and dragged me to the nearest wall and leaned against me, so I was leaning on the wall. I could feel his erection and it made me aroused.
Draco was now placing kisses all over my face and neck. Then he started sucking on my skin near my collarbone. I moaned and leaned against the wall. Draco pressed himself up against me more. He moved his hips against mine, creating fantastic friction for the both of us.
"More," was what he breathed into my shoulder. My arms rested at his hips.
I was losing my mind from the pleasure I was feeling, my mind was a complete blank. I was deliriously happy.
Draco rubbed again and I was pushed back to earth. I moved my hands from his hips and placed them on his chest, pushing back ever so slightly.
"Draco, stop." He stopped everything at once and looked at me. Hurt was all over his face. He was feeling rejected. He backed away from me, scared and hurt.
"No, it's not like that. We just need to stop before we both lose control," I said walking towards him. He shook his head.
"No, you don't want me," he said sadly. I walked to him, and laid a small kiss on his lips. I almost missed; he tried to turn his lips away.
"Yes I do. I never thought I would say this but I do. I do want you Draco! I need you!" My heart was fluttering – still. My breath still short from kissing.
"I love you Hermione. But what you're saying isn't true. You don't need me; you don't even like me for Merlin's sake! You never wanted me! It was all an act!" he yelled at me hysterically, his eyes tearing up. "Stop lying! Don't touch me!" He yelled when I tried to reach out for him.
My eyes started watering.
"Draco, I'm telling the truth. I've kissed you, felt you, and I've never felt anything better. I never want to kiss another human being. Now, it will always be you!" I said back at him, "Maybe it always was you. Maybe we were designed just for each other, and we can be happy with no other. Draco, believe me when I say this, I don't want to be anywhere else, but right here, right now, with you."
My heart was growing with fondness for Draco already. He had already confessed he loved me, maybe he hadn't noticed but I had. And I can't help but feel something too. It wasn't love, but at the rate we were going it wouldn't be too long before I fell head-over-heals in love with him.
Draco looked at me, contemplating, and then stormed angrily out the door.
I stared at the open door in a daze. Did that really just happen? I raised my hand to feel my lips. I could still feel his lips against mine, I started to cry. I felt my knees go weak and I fell to the ground in a heap. I cried, not for what happened, but what might have been. I just had the most wonderful kiss –and more- of my life and the person responsible just walked out the door.
I heard someone at the door and looked up. Seeing who it was I got up abruptly and wiped away my tears.
"Why?" was all I said. He walked forward.
"I wanted to see if you meant it," Draco said cupping my face with his hands. He wiped away my tears. I sniffled.
"Do you believe me now?" I whispered, looking into his silver eyes.
"Yes," he whispered and placed his lips on mine once again. I pulled him closer and sighed him contentment.
Now that I had Draco, I knew I was never letting go.
This is my first story. Well, first published story. I have many others that I have yet to publish. Please read and review. This is a one-shot so far. But if I get good reviews I may add a few more chapters.
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