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Mudblood Fever and Lingerie	By : Tnteacups Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 36612 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A First Kiss

To Hermione’s surprise, Malfoy seemed to know exactly where the kitchens were, and how to get in, making her wonder if any of the school’s secrets were really secret.
“Fancy anything in particular?” His smooth voice asked as the house elves bustled around them busily, offering tea, and scones, seeming oblivious to the hour, or their delinquency.
“Whatever’s easy.” She said, feeling a wash of guilt for making the elves work extra so late at night. Harry’s friend, Dobby was hanging back a bit, eyeing Malfoy warily, as though worried he was going to be punished. She looked over at Draco, worried, and wondering what sort of things he’d done in the past when he’d come to the kitchens. Their eyes met, and she saw in his eyes something that surprised her. Guilt.
“What’s wrong, Draco?” She asked, the name feeling strange on her tongue in such a mundane setting.
“There’s something I have to do. Give me a moment?” He asked, looking apologetic, and giving her hand a squeeze, before stepping carefully through the crowd of tray-holding elves, toward the only one hanging back.
“Dobby, may I have a word?” She heard him ask, approaching the small, bat-eared elf, to lead him away from the small army of food-bearing servants that surrounded Hermione. She watched from too far to hear their conversation as he knelt down, to look the elf in his eyes. She plucked a sandwich off an offered tray, and slid onto a stool, nibbling at the sandwich as she watched the blond and the elf talk for a while. When Draco finally stood up, and turned back to her, his face was bright red, and Dobby looked to have tears forming in his eyes.
Draco shuffled back toward Hermione, not quite meeting her eyes, and sat next to her, accepting an offered tray of tea and biscuits.
“What was that about?” She asked, remembering belatedly that the elf had used to work for his family.
“Dobby belonged to my family years ago. I wanted to apologize for how he’d been treated. I think I’m beginning to see how many people we purebloods have really abused.” He said, with a grimace, and a mumbled ‘thank you’ to another house elf that brought over more sandwiches.
“Were you terrible to him?” She asked, morbidly curious. Remembering the stories Harry had told her in their second year.
“Oh, yes. My parents were worse, but I tried so hard to be like them, to be superior. I never really thought about it until recently. We have another house-elf, you know. I’ve been trying to be decent to him, but… Sometimes I forget, and say something cruel.” The guilt on Draco’s face was nearly painful, and Hermione took his hand, giving him an encouraging smile.
“Just keep reminding yourself to be kind. And to apologize when you’re not.” She added, sternly. He ducked his head in acknowledgement, his cheeks still blazing red. She could see the discomfort written all over his face, and felt hope for his future. He’d proven that he could change, and looking at his guilty face, she felt a swell of pride for him.
“Draco…” She said, trying to pull the conversation in a lighter direction. “My parents know about us too. Except…” She felt her stomach twist with nerves. “I had to tell them that we’re… Dating.” She glanced up at his surprised face. He’d said he loved her earlier, but she wasn’t sure how he’d feel about the idea of commitment, even a fake one. Was it over the invisible line that still separated them? She rushed to explain, before his face could betray his thoughts.
“They saw the hickeys you left,” She gave him a playfully accusing glare, “And I had to tell them something, otherwise they’d have thought all sorts of awful things… Though, they probably wouldn’t have been too far off from the truth…” She finished, with a wicked grin. Draco grinned back, his eyes narrowing with thought. He stared at her for a minute, collecting his thoughts, and deciding how to reply.
“D’you know, my mother asked the same thing, when I told her about us, and I didn’t even think to just tell her yes. I just sort of… Blurted that you were muggleborn, top of the class, and that I was fairly certain I was falling for you. Do you know what she said?” He didn’t give her a chance to guess, instead smirking at the memory and relating her words. “She said, ‘Of course you are, Malfoy men have always gone for intelligent women.’” He laughed at his mother’s own self-praise, and Hermione found herself laughing with him. She laughed harder, realizing how very strange the situation was. Here she was, drinking tea with Draco Malfoy, laughing over their parent’s reactions to their relationship. It was surreal, and as she sat there giggling, she realized she rather liked being friends with him. Besides his occasional self-hatred, and life-changing meltdowns, he was enjoyable company, even when there wasn’t lust compelling the conversation. Her giggles died down, and she looked at him for a moment, a slap-happy smile on her face, feeling a sudden wrench of panic in her chest. He was more to her than just good sex, and witty banter.
“I think I might be falling in love with you, too.” She admitted quietly, her stomach flipping as she forced the words out.
She hadn’t even admitted similar feelings to Ron, but sitting here, next to the silver and platinum of her new friend, she felt compelled to be as brave and honest as he’d been. She stared into the gleaming silver orbs as they came closer, his face so close she could feel the warmth coming from his skin.
He kissed her delicately, his fingers brushing her jaw, his eyes closing as he parted his lips. She kissed him back, moving her lips slowly against his, letting him set the pace, and depth of the kiss. It was a much more hesitant kiss, filled with emotional longing, instead of sexual need, and her heart felt as though it would beat right through her ribcage, her stomach fluttering as though filled with pixies.

Draco traced her cheek with his fingers, his heart hammering uncomfortably as he kissed her, half of him reveling in the fact that she’d said she might love him, the other half waiting for her to laugh at him, and ask if he was seriously stupid enough to believe that. Her mouth was soft, warm, and undemanding, simply enjoying the kiss they shared, not expecting anything after. Just a kiss.
But so much more than just a simple kiss. It was an anxiously hopeful bolt of lightning that shot straight through him, lighting up his soul, and twisting his stomach into knots. It was a wave of relief with every second she didn’t pull away. It was the first time he’d acted on a feeling stronger than hatred, fear, or lust. It was frightening, and new. It was exciting in a different way.
He pulled away, taking in a deep, shaky breath, his lips curling up into a smile on their own, and a breath of nervous laughter leaving his throat as he exhaled. Hermione’s eyes were sparkling, and she was smiling at him, her cheeks pink, and her eyes wandering over his features as though looking at him for the first time.
“You act like that was your first kiss, Draco.” Hermione teased, turning her happy face away and hiding it behind her hair as she picked up another snack to nibble on.
“It was my first kiss like that.” He admitted, his face burning. He’d kissed plenty of girls, but none of them had been for any reason beyond sexual desire.
“Really?” Hermione’s eyes were curious as she glanced back at him for a moment, her words muffled around a bite of food.
“Yeah, I’ve never… Felt this way before…” He announced, feeling his face practically catch fire with embarrassment. He didn’t meet her gaze, instead, staring at the countertop, trying to force his blush away.
“Hm. Draco Malfoy: will do all manner of deviant things without a hint of shame, but gets bashful over emotions.” She teased him, poking a finger into his arm playfully, grinning at him.
Draco grinned back, his cheeks burning, but his mind calm, and positive. He didn’t know exactly what he wanted for his future, but he felt like he had a chance of getting it, whatever it was.
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