"Don't kiss me, Draco Malfoy." Still slowly retreating, my back hit cold stone. "Don't you dare."

"You want me to, though, don't you?"

I swallowed as he stepped closer, leaning his hands on either side of my head on the wall behind me.

"Say no if you want me to stop," he murmured, shocking me when the tip of his tongue flicked my nose. My mouth fell open and the breath I took was surprisingly ragged. I was, admittedly, scared. Of what, I wasn't sure, but it wasn't Malfoy's close proximity. I think. Looking back... it might've been. My heart was pounding, anticipation tearing at my stomach. Was... was I excited? Surely not.

His soft lips brushed up and down my jaw, eventually stopping at my ear. His hot breath tickled, and he whispered, "All you have to do is say no." He pressed his lips to the hollow beneath my ear, then said, lips not leaving my skin, "Or yes." His teeth grazed my ear slowly, and I cursed myself for not being able to contain a shiver. "Or never," he continued, kissing the corner of my mouth, "stop."

Then his lips were playing with mine, and my thought process literally froze. I'm pretty sure my mind just shut down. But it started up again a moment later, working in hyper speed. Everything was suddenly annoyingly slow. His hands glided down my arms, the touch bringing me goosebumps, then snaked around my waist, one hand sliding under my shirt and touching the skin on my back.

Faster, idiot Slytherin.

"Faster?" he muttered into my mouth, jerking my body against his, so there was suddenly absolutely no space between us.

I... said that out loud?

"What?" I breathed, eyes locking with glinting steel when he pulled back to look at me.

"You said it," he breathed back.


Chuckling under his breath, Malfoy moved to press his lips lightly to mine, waiting for me to do something back.

And so I did. My hands found their way to his hair, and I dove into the kiss, my tongue sneaking into his mouth. He responded eagerly, one hand slipping further up my back (though it was still under my shirt), the other moving to the back of my head. The kiss deepened, and I found myself moaning. Damn it. Eventually, I had to pull back from Malfoy to catch my breath. That's when it hit me how wrong this was. I slid out of his arms, stumbling to the side and tripping over my feet. His expression questioned me, asking what he'd done wrong; at least, that's the impression I got from what I could see in the dark. The only light being cast upon him cascaded in from the window in the hall, and that was only dull white moonlight. Not even trying to mask the hunger in his chrome eyes, he took a step toward me, and I took one away. I tried to say no, like he said I should, but the word caught in my throat, not wanting to be said. He took a cautious step forward again, a small one. I didn't move that time.

"Wha... Um, what's the time?" I asked hoarsely, trying to distract myself from the Slytherin's cologne (I swore it must have been enchanted; it must've been what blurred my thoughts), which was only then starting to get to me.

"Late," he whispered, taking another step. His voice was seductively soft, but the way he said it, I wasn't positive he knew that. Nah, knowing him, he probably did.

"Thanks, I didn't know," I said, wanting to be sarcastic. I didn't sound it.

He took another step forward, and started backing up again.

"Am I the only one beginning to get a sense of deja vu?" Malfoy asked quietly, his tone still aggravatingly alluring. "Remember how it ended last time?"


And then I was running.


He stood outside the girls' bathroom, hesitating actually entering.

"I know you're in there!"

"Are you trying to sound like some sociopath murderer?" I called back angrily.

There had to be a way out of the bathroom without him knowing I'd escaped. Of course, there was always the sole, small window in the corner, but, sadly, I was at least ten stories up.

"Why the hell are you hiding from me?"

I had no answer. Biting my lip, I lit my wand, glancing at the mirrors. I sighed at my refection; it was nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, it was too ordinary. I was bored, and I couldn't believe Draco Malfoy somehow wasn't.

Hearing the bathroom door slowly open, I stuffed my wand back in my pocket, muttering, "Nox."

I heard his heavy footsteps make their gradual way closer to me.

"Granger," he whispered, his hands taking a light hold on my upper arms. "Do you want me to leave?"

"No," I said automatically.

He bent down and pressed his lips to my neck. "Do you want my to stop?"


Then no part of him touched me. I said no, didn't I? I turned around and reach a hand out. He was still there. From where we stood, it was too dark to see him.

"Do you want me to kiss you?"

This question, I decided, was not fair. It wasn't him asking to kiss me; it was him asking if I wanted to be kissed by him, and if I wanted to kiss him. Honestly, if he had just kissed me, it would've been easier. I could've just kissed him back and gotten on with it. But, no. If I wanted to kiss him, he was going to force me to say it.

It seems I took too long with my answer, because he asked the same question again, barely audible.

"Yes," I muttered, and I think I sounded bitter. I guessed my tone must have been humorous at the least, because Malfoy laughed gently.

And then his lips were crushing mine, his hand at the back of my head again. His free arm slithered around my waist as I gasped in his lips, and he pulled is closer together. I threw my arms around his neck and they locked in place. I was snogging Draco Malfoy. Hm. It was quite good, actually.

His hand trailed from the nape of my neck, playing down my spine then back up again.

I pushed away, out of breath. Malfoy closed the space I made, pressing short kisses down my jaw and neck, sucking a spot of skin above my collarbone. Damn it, that was going to be a hickey in the morning. At the moment, though, my eyes were rolling up in pleasure, and I wasn't caring. I took his face in my hands, needing to feel his lips on mine again.

We were interrupted when the bathroom door swished open, followed by the sound of a giggling girl and a male voice saying in a whisper, "It's dark in here."

The girl murmured, "Mm, yeah, exactly."

Malfoy pulled back from me abruptly, out lips making a smacking noise as they parted. "Come on!" he roared. I clapped my hand over his mouth in panic, and he stumbled back into the sinks. "Ow!" he hissed.

"W-who's there?" the unknown boy asked the room.

Malfoy picked me up and hoisted me over his shoulder. "Hey!" I huffed.

He stormed forward, pushing past the couple and slamming the door before they could see who we were, exactly.

"Drac - Malfoy! Put me down!"

"Decide on your name for me first," he said, sounding annoyed.

"Fine, Draco."

To my surprise, he actually did set me down. He opened a door behind me, then shoved me in. Nearly tripping over something in the small space, I start to ask, "Where -"

"Broom closet."

"Draco, that is so clich -"

Before I could finish, the door was shut, I was pressed up against a wall, and his lips were on mine.

Well, all right, then.

Heh heh. That was a fun one to write. I had to include a broom closet in one of these, sooo... I mean, it's just, like, mandatory to do at least one Dramione that involves a broom closet, right? *shrug*

I love writing Dramione first kisses... So many possibilities. I like to imagine Draco and Hermione did kiss at least once sometime during the series of books, and Harry just never found out about it. *le shrug again*