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Stolen Kisses	By : Lauricula Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 10827 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Ron, Harry and Hermione walked down to the great hall on Saturday morning for breakfast. Sunlight was streaming in the corridors, and students could be seen running around on the grounds. It was nearly eleven am, and hardly anyone was in the Great Hall at this point.

The trio sat down at the Gryffindor table, and filled their plates. All Hermione could think about was meeting with Draco in the tower later that day. She had confirmed the ‘date’ in a quick whisper as they passed one another in the corridor on Thursday. She looked down at her scrambled eggs, and toast, but had no desire to eat; she was too nervous. Mainly because she hadn’t told Harry and Ron her excuse of where she would be tonight.

“Hermione?” Harry’s voice came from the right of her, his green eyes watching her curiously.

“Huh? Sorry, a bit sleepy this morning.” She said absent-mindlessly, piling scrambled eggs onto her fork.

Harry dismissed her lie with a nod, and returned to reading The Daily Prophet. Ron, as usual was too busy stuffing his face to notice any difference in Hermione’s behavior. She decided to tell the two of them that she would be hiding out in the library studying for muggle studies, they would definitely leave her alone then. Feeling a tad bit less nervous now that she had her excuse figured out, she tried eating some of her breakfast; but found that her stomach was already full of butterflies, leaving her no room for eggs and toast.

The day passed peacefully for Harry and Ron, who kept pushing off their mounds of homework, and instead spent the day on the grounds, sprawled out by the Great Lake, teasing the giant squid. Hermione, meanwhile, lay beside them, tapping her fingers on the grass beside her, trying not to show her angst. Every few minutes, she would bolt up, looking around for Draco, letting out a sigh of relief when the coast was clear. The last thing she wanted was Draco in the same area as the three of them.

Dinner time came much too quickly for Hermione’s liking, and for the second time today, she could barely touch her food. This time, her strange behavior was not unnoticed.

“Hermione, are you sure you’re alright today?” Ron asked, piling mashed potatoes on his plate.

“Oh, yes. I’m stressing about my muggle studies test.” She knew it was a stupid lie; muggle studies was her easiest subject, and she had never been worried. She had no reason to be worried.

“But you’re hardly ever worried about muggle studies.” He protested, raising an eyebrow at her. Harry was now staring at her.

“Don’t be silly! I’m always nervous before tests.” She laughed nervously, looking down at her plate.

“If you say so.” Ron said before returning to his dinner. Harry, however, continued to stare at her, and Hermione felt a blush creep up her neck.

Harry leaned in to her, and in a hushed tone, said “Have fun studying for muggle studies in the hidden tower on the fourth floor.”

Horror stricken, Hermione stared at her best friend with wide eyes. “How did you-”

Harry shook his head. “Blimey Hermione, I thought you were the brilliant one. The Marauders Map?”

The blush had spread to Hermione’s cheeks by now. “Right. I forgot about that. So you know then?” she asked shamefully.

He nodded slowly. “I get bored sometimes, and I noticed it the other night when I was looking; you and Malfoy, in the tower.”

Hermione bit her lip, not wanting to look her best friend in the eyes. “Are you mad?”

Harry laughed softly. “I hate Malfoy, and I don’t understand why you’re doing this. But I know you can take of yourself. You punched him three years ago.”

She smiled at Harry, thankful that he was so understanding and accepting. “Thank you.” She had no idea how much this meant to her.

After dinner, she went back to the common room with Harry and Ron for a little bit, and watched them play a round of wizard’s chess. When seven fifteen came, Hermione rose from the armchair and announced to the pair of them that she was off to the library. Ron grunted in response, and Harry gave her a knowing look before she departed.

Hopefully I get there before him this time. She thought to herself as she made her way to the tower. The butterflies that had been in her stomach all day were now soaring to new heights. She wasn’t even in the same room as Draco yet, and she felt her knees going weak.

By seven twenty five, she reached the entrance to the tower, and tapped on the statues head three times, just as she had done a few nights before. As usual, the tower was damp, and chilly. Goose bumps rose on her skin, and this time, she knew it had nothing to do with Draco. Though the rays of the sunset were streaming in the only window, the tower was barely lit. Thankfully, she was here before Draco, giving her time to calm herself. She lit the candle in the tower, and began to pace.

Footsteps sounded from the entrance of the tower, and Hermione waited anxiously by the window. Seconds later, Draco’s lean figure appeared at the top of the stairs. The electricity between them was buzzing, and Hermione could feel her lips tingling.

“Draco.” She said, more confident than their last meeting.

“Granger.” His voice was low and seductive, causing the tugging in Hermione’s groin to begin again.

He strode toward her, slowly, his gray eyes never leaving hers. She felt her breath quicken, and she leaned against the wall for support. Here we go again. She thought. Draco stood in front of her, his eyes dipping down her body, focusing on the bumps in her shirt that were her breasts, and the curves of her hips. God, she’s beautiful. He thought to himself. Her hair was on the frizzy side today, and her cheeks were slightly pink due to the sun. No matter what, he always thought she looked beautiful.

To his surprise, it was Hermione that made the first move tonight. Her soft, plump lips found his in a fraction of a second, and her small frame was pressed against his. He groaned with pleasure in the back of his throat, grabbing a first of Hermione’s brown, frizzy hair. She gasped at his gesture, but didn’t pull back. Instead, she deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring all corners of Draco’s mouth. She felt his erection press against her stomach, and she smiled to herself. Draco pulled back when he felt her lips form the smile.

“What?” he breathed.

Hermione giggled and looked down at his trousers.

He raised his eyebrow and flashed her a mischievous smile. “We could, you know.”

“Oh!” Hermione gasped. This wasn’t what she had in mind, truthfully. “No, Draco. I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” She mumbled.

She expected him to grow angry, or frustrated, but instead he nodded. “If it will keep you here, then I don’t mind one bit.” He plastered a smile on his pale face, staring at her lips.

Sighing, she grabbed Draco’s hips and pulled him to her. She didn’t quite know why, but she was feeling brave tonight. Draco didn’t seem to mind one bit. Hermione tried spinning around, so Draco would be against the wall, but he was much stronger than her. He laughed against her lips, pressing her against the wall with his entire body. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, and he felt her erect nipples beneath her shirt. His hand grasped one of her breasts, causing Hermione to groan. One of his hands held both of Hermione’s hands above her head and against the wall. His other hand, was exploring her body. Starting at her breasts and working his way down to her stomach, to the button on her trousers. His hand slipped in between her thighs, and he chuckled when he felt how wet she was already. At his touch, Hermione pulled away. “Please, stop.”

They stared at each other for a moment, searching one another’s faces. Hermione was scared, she didn’t plan on things going this far. Draco looked disappointed, but only for a moment. He moved his hand away, and let it fall by his side. He released her hands, and shoved both hands in his pockets. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled.

Her breathing was shaky, and she stayed pressed against the wall. “It’s alright. I just…wasn’t expecting it. That’s all.”

Draco took a step towards her, but kept his hands in his pockets. “Hermione, if you don’t want me to do something, just say so, like you did just now, and I’ll stop.” He needed her trust.

She nodded. “I think I should go.”

Draco opened his mouth to protest but decided it was best not to. “Yeah. Okay.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and headed down the staircase of the tower.

Draco watched her leave, sad that their time had ended so quickly. If only he didn’t hate Potter and Weasley so much, then he could have more time with her. Though he knew he had gone a bit too far tonight. They had never touched each other, and he understood why it frightened her a bit. Hopefully, she wouldn’t want to stop meeting with him. Their weekly, sometimes daily visits to the tower were the only thing that kept him sane.

It dawned on him that he was alone in the tower, and since he no longer had a reason to be there, he left too. Hermione would be far along enough that he wouldn’t bump into her, leaving his only concern to be Peeves.

Hermione wandered aimlessly around the castle for a little while before heading back to the common room. Harry wouldn’t badger her until everyone else was in bed, and Ron would most likely not say anything at all. “Bowtruckles.” She said, and the Fat Lady swung forward.

Harry and Ron waved at her from the fire, and she walked over to join them. “How was studying?” Ron asked, scrunching up yet another piece of parchment (clearly his potions essay was not going very well).

“It was fine. I don’t feel as worried about the test now.” She smiled, trying to show that she was much better than she had been earlier in the day.

To her relief, Harry didn’t make any sort of comment nor did he give her a funny look. They were both too occupied with their homework. Hermione slumped in her chair and stared into the crackling fire. She hadn’t realized how cold the tower was until she felt the warmth from the fire wash over every inch of her body. As she watched the flames dance, her thoughts wandered back to Draco. The musky scent of his uniform, and the smoldering look in his eyes were now permanently imprinted in her brain. She could still feel his lips against hers, and his hand traveling her body. As these memories filled Hermione’s brain, she knew she would not be sleeping very well tonight. Thanks a lot, Draco. She smirked.
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