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Curse of a Kiss	By : Eloise Downbadde & Eloise Downbadde Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 4933 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine and I'm not getting anything from writing these. It's just fun to imagine a different world from JK and WBs well made characters.

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He could see them across the Great Hall, side by side, practically touching. His view was momentarily blocked by Blaise but he shifted to the right to see them clearly again, grunting a response to his friends question but not hearing what it was.
She was laughing. She was smiling and Weasley put his arm around her waist, she turned to him and took a bite of whatever he was holding out for her. She was doing this to torture him. She knew he could see them, cute and cuddly in front of the whole school. As if nothing had happened with him. He glowered at the back of her head, 'bitch,' he must have sneered externally because Blaise waved a hand in his face.
"Mate, what's wrong with you?" the dark haired boy asked him. "You look like you ate something turned sour." Draco snapped out of it, still seething.
"I'm fine, just lost my appetite." Blaise followed his friends glare and nodded in agreement but piled food on his plate anyways.
"Well he has, what, 12 brothers? You'd hardly expect a family like that to not start breeding as soon as their bullocks are working." Blaise gave a small side eye to Draco and noticed his skin went paler than its usual shade. "You don't have to watch-"
"I don't want to watch! Err I'm...not watching. I've got work to do." Draco snapped at Blaise and fumbled up from his seat, unable to stop looking between the two and his plate of untouched food. He briskly strode out of the Great Hall, clenching his jaw. He saw his owl deliver the letter. He saw her pick it up. She even had made eye contact with him. And she never showed. That was days ago and you do not get to ignore a Malfoy, no matter who you are.
He made it half way to the dungeons before he realized he didn't want to just go to bed in a huff. He spun and started back to the Great Hall before thinking there was no way he would get her to leave her bodyguards and speak freely to him with them there. He glanced at the portraits around him, trying to develop a plan she couldn't resist. Just thinking of hearing her voice gave him a stir deep in his chest.
~**~
Ron's hand was sweaty in hers as they left after dinner together. Things were going very well, better than usual with him. She giggled and leaned against him as they slid past the large doors. Her bag suddenly slipped from her shoulder and she swore under her breath.
"Oh 'Mione, let me help." Ron and Harry went to crouch and help her when she stopped them.
"Don't be silly. I'll be right behind you." and she waved them on, dropping to the floor and gathering her items. She reached for an inkwell that had rolled a bit aways when she saw a spark fluttering in her face, bright white like a fairy sparkle. "Uhh, hullo? Who are you?" she hesitated speaking softly, reaching towards the light for it to jump backwards, away from her.
She pocketed the inkwell and took a step after it, unsure if it was responding to her or not. As she moved forward, the spark slid backwards, swaying side to side in the air as she pondered. Hermione stepped backwards and the light followed her. She felt a little silly, like she was dancing with whatever this was but she took several steps forward, cautiously, positive it wanted her to follow it.
She glanced behind her, where Harry and Ron had continued in the correct direction and let out a small huff of air. What could go wrong within Hogwarts grounds? The worst having been the Baskalisk event but that was years ago. She was smarter and stronger now. She grabbed her bag. She smiled slightly after the spark as it swirled and zipped around her as she walked in the direction it wanted her to follow. It was leading her down the moving staircase and finally spinning up to the ceiling before poofing away with a ZAP.
"I've never been so glad you're a nosey priss." Draco drawled as he came out from behind a large tapestry. She jumped out of her skin but crossed her arms and stuck out her chin in defiance.
"I am not. But you, apparently, can't take a hint." She had tried her best to avoid acknowledging anything had happened between her and the Slytherin. She even went so far as to start working things out with Ron, being more forgiving and less expectant of the poor boy. Convincing herself that she didn't crave the sparks of electricity when she touched his hand. How much clearer could she be?
"You can't just ignore me. And making me watch-" he trailed off, moving closer toward her. She could pretend but she was fully aware of the show she was putting on earlier. Maybe for his benefit and maybe to convince herself. She was happy. Things were okay. At least with her and Ron, the rest of the world was complicated.
She looked around the wide hallway they were standing in to avoid the look on his face and apologized to the portrait that scowled at her when she made eye contact. She set her eyes upon the floor to ceiling tapistry he had been hiding behind. "What is this?"
"I should've known you, little bookworm, wouldn't know about the kissing tree. I thought you read all of 'Hogwarts, A History'." he had a gleam in his eye, like he knew this was a part of the castle she wouldn't know. Referring to her as a bookworm wasn't the insult he thought it was.
"Of course I have," she bristled at the suggestion. "I've never noticed this before." The earthy colored design held a large barren tree that swayed slightly, branches responding to a breeze that wasn't quite there. She turned to face it completely and study it, as she did all things that were new to her.
"It blooms." he cautiously stepped next to her, eyes on her instead of the tree. "but only in the presence of affection. The younger years typically use it for their nauseating little snogs. And there's a secret to it, of course." he stepped forward and pulled the fabric from the wall, offering a hand for her to slip behind where he had been hiding. She gave him a level look but really couldn't resist a secret. She scolded herself mentally, 'secrets are what gets you in these situations.'
But she stepped behind it anyways, noticing a hidden alcove, made to look like a stone wall but easily stepped through and into a snug secret. Definitely made for younger years to hide as she noticed when Draco joined her, he had to duck his head down. She smiled at the way it looked, with him hunched over to try and fit, "definitely not for lanky, gits." she said under her breath.
His lip curled in a sneer but dropped the second he met her eyes, "but perfect for petite things like you." as he wrapped his arms around her waist again, feeling every time he did it, it felt more and more comfortable. She stiffened under him again.
"If this is all you wanted, I'm leaving." She said curtly, pushing his forearms down away from her. She scolded herself for falling for his play into her curiosity. He knew how to keep her interest and she hated that.
"Why? Why do you let him touch you like that." he kept his voice as steady as possible. He knew getting angry only drove her away. "You don't like it. You hate when he kisses you in class, in the halls. It's infuriating to watch." He lifted a hand to twirl around one of her curls before he tucked it behind her ear.
"I don't hate it. I'm simply not a fan of public affection. What am I supposed to say?" she knew she was staring at his lips and gripped her wand tightly in her pocket. Her heartbeat pounding, why does he care? The last thing he should give a damn about is what she does and with who. Like anything that has happened gave him any right at all to her; any sort of agency over her actions.
"Meet me tonight," he whispered, leaning forward to place gentle, fluttering kisses on her cheeks and across her nose, speaking in between each kiss. "In one hour. In 3 days. I don't care," His voice a soft mumble, clearly feeling lost in the haze that seemed to soak the both of them, "Sod him."
"I'm not doing that. I've got homework, Malfoy. And-and Ron needs help with-"
"I need help. Ancient Runes, we take that together. Come help me study tonight." he pleaded, feeling much lower than usual, his need burning in his belly, begging to make her stay right where she was and let him touch her everywhere. Yet he knew this was the soft way to approach Hermione. He had been aggressive, he was aggressive and that ended in her avoiding him, driving her into another mans arms.
"I'm not doing that. I can't keep my head around you." she shook her head slowly, looking down at her feet. He slid his hands down her arms and took both of her hands, bringing them to his chest.
"Me neither. You ever think about why that is?" He placed a gentle kiss to her knuckles and she felt the electricity flood down her arms. She remembered how she felt when he kissed her and, again, scolded herself for wanting it again.
"I-It doesn't matter, Malfoy." She yanked her hands back out of his grip and pushed past him to leave the alcove, fearing being that close to him for much longer would have disasterous results one more. "Oh!"
She bumped into a younger student, one of Colin Creevey's little friends. "Hi, Davin, how are you?" She brushed her embarrassment to the side, pleased to see a familiar and innocent face.
"Hiya Hermione" The boy beamed at her but his smile turned awkward when he glanced the tapestry behind her. "Were you behind the Kissing Tree with someone??" She turned to see the tree was now covered in soft pink petals, flowing all over and down the scene.
'Affection.' she thought, he was showing her affection instead of lust. "Don't be silly, Davin." She smiled brightly at him until his eyes went wide and terrified. Draco had come out from behind the tapestry and strode to stand next to her.
"Leave. Go!" he snarled at the poor boy and he scurried past them as fast as his legs would carry him.
"Please, leave me alone. We have nothing else to say to one another." Hermione sighed, annoyed with him once again. She started to walk away but he grabbed her arm, letting his hand slip down to her hand and he laced his fingers with hers. She felt frozen and warm all at once, swallowing hard, looking back at him. His eyes swirling in a way she hadn't seen before, making her uneasy.
"If he touches you again," he paused, seeming to steady the anger bubbling in his voice. "I am not playing, Granger." his fingers tightened around hers before letting go.
"Funny, this feels like a game." She chided, trying to shake her hand of the feeling his touch left. "You know, I always beat you. At anything." her chin up and shoulders back, not so close to him anymore, her bravery returning.
He gave her a very small smile, the corner of his lip barely rising, "I'll let you do anything to me." She felt a twist in her gut at his face, knowing what he said was not only cheeky but honest. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out before deciding.
"Fine. Ancient Ruins tomorrow after dinner. Meet me at the Troll statue," she rolled her eyes at the spark that flashed in his eyes. He may be thinking this would go one way but her potion should be complete by then, and that guaranteed it was going to spoil his plan to get her naked.
~**~
She reached the statue of the Troll to find a note taped to its club.
"Down the hall, second door on the right -DM"
'Alright,' she thought, 'at least we are close to Snape's room. I doubt he would do anything stupid in his favorite Professors' spare rooms.' She made her way down the hallways and paused at the door.
Does she knock? She grabbed her wand from her pocket, her plan set firmly in her mind and she pushed the door open. He had been balancing on a chair, leaning on the back two legs, his feet on the desk in front of him. The chair slammed down to all four legs and he stood quickly.
"You came." he breathed, straightening his tie, a habit of nerves as he advanced toward her. He strode over quickly, faster than she was expecting, but she whipped her wand into the air before he got too close. "Woah," he held his hands up, stopping in his tracks.
"Incarcerous." ropes shot from her wand and bound his wrists together and snapped them down in front of him. He looked down and scowled. She got him, he was planning on driving his hands into her hair and kissing her breathless. Alone, in an empty room with zero foot traffic, the perfect place to break her down.
Now, not so easy. He glared at her, "Why'd you do that??"
"Because, clearly you need some restraint since you have none." she tucked her wand into her pocket and put her bag up on a desk in the front of the room. She took a breath and turned to face him. "I think you've been cursed. Or jinxed. Or poisoned. Are you dying, by chance?"
"Not that I'm aware of. Why?" he tugged a bit on the ropes while following her to the front of the room. Why did she come to the front? Teachers Pet.
She glowered at him, "why? You really have to ask?" she grabbed a pen from her bag and scribbled on a piece of parchment she pulled out. "There are a wide variety of love potions. A few hexes that make you...err. Ravenous, but that's typically toward any member of the opposite sex. And of course there's various curses that could have been placed or gone wrong and left you...like this." She gestured toward his face, his eyes looking over her body instead of listening to her.
"Malfoy!" he snapped his head back up to her face, looking aloof.
"I'm not sure what you're getting at." he plopped himself into a chair behind her, looking over the list she had written, admiring that her handwriting was so neat.
"You have loathed my very existence until earlier this month," her cheeks reddened a bit, he noticed and licked his lips. "in the restricted section closet."
He leaned back in his chair, trying to look cool and failing with his awkward hands tied together in his lap. "If I recall, I was quite bored and you proved to be very entertaining."
"Malfoy.." she cleared her throat and sat next to him, wanting to put a hand on his shoulder but deciding against it. "You. BEGGED me to meet you tonight. You were jealous of Ron! You are not yourself. And I think you've been cursed or poisoned somehow."
He sniffed and turned his nose into the air, "I did no such thing."
"Okay, great, and you are forgetful. Wonderful." She dug into her bag and pulled out two vials with deep blue coloring. "I modified a potion I made a year ago for finals, Ron wouldn't keep his hands off-" she stopped when his face was twisted in a scowl, deciding the reasoning wasn't important.
She pulled the stopper out and a small knife, she pricked her finger for blood and dropped it into the vial before putting the stopper back on. She reached over to Draco and pricked his finger too. He let out an indignate, "Ow!" and she copied the action with the second vial, replacing the stopper and shaking both of them until they turned a deep purple.
"Okay, this should help you focus. And me too for that matter."
"I've never seen a Pepper-up Potion that needs blood." he looked anxiously at the colorful tubes. She expected there to be an issue drinking something with her blood but it wasn't like she wanted to drink his either.
"Oh for heavens-sake." She took the vile with his blood and swallowed it, "It's not poison. It's a modification of imperturbable charm and a focus potion." She grabbed the one with her blood and held it out to him. "I've taken it before, I just had to make it last longer. Please?"
He held up his hands and took it, throwing it back as he eyed her. "If this kills me, I will haunt you." She laughed and he felt warmth spread through him. She reached over and used the small knife to cut the ropes off his arms, clicking it back into itself and pocketing it again. His heart leapt in his throat, she untied him! 'Game on,' he thought.
He reached forward to grab her hand but instantly recoiled, a searing burning sensation flew from his fingertips down to his gut. She looked at him, smirking slightly, "care to try that again?" He reached out to touch her chin and again, like he stuck his hand straight into a fire.
"What did you do to me? Why am I burning when I touch you, witch?"
She shrugged, "it feels more electric to me, Ron said it burned him too. Ready to get to work?!" She beamed at him and his sour face. "Now, who have you angered enough to poison you? I think a love potion is our best bet and the easiest to track back to someone."
He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, annoyed she had bested him again. She was such a brat sometimes. All he wanted was to kiss her, touch her, feel her skin, her body under him, shuddering and crying out his name. Okay maybe that was a lot for a first date but he was just listening to her body and its response to him. 'Date?' he thought for a quick moment.
He let his gaze linger down her thighs, to her calves and her cute little crossed ankles and he swallowed a lump in his throat. He dragged his eyes back up to the parchment to see she was staring at him, clearly expecting an answer. "Well, no one hates me, exactly. And if they do, they're all too afraid to do anything. Pansy, maybe but she wouldn't want me to fall in love with you." he paused, the words felt weird to his own mouth. Based on the embarrassed flush over her entire face, he knew it felt weird to her too.
"That-" he stammered, "That's what a love potion does, does it not? Makes you fall in love?"
"It does," she replied quietly.
"Well, I think we should scratch that. I want to shag you until you die, I'd call that more lust potion or hypnosis than love." he leaned his arms onto the table, tapping the top of the page. He noticed he could smell her hair when she leaned forward to scribble 'Lust potion' under her list. He mused that hair didn't have blood so he could probably play with her curls without her vile potion hurting him.
"Some would argue, wanting shagging someone until they die IS love, but okay." she mused, a small smile on her embarrassed face.
"Not if it's shagged TO death," he smirked and leaned toward her, his hand twitched, wanting to place it on her thigh. "What we need to discuss is the bigger likelihood. The one you don't want to discuss so badly, you came up with this whole jinxed nonsense." He was close to her face but had learned his lesson, she wouldn't look at him until he brushed her hair from her shoulder. "What have you done to yourself to make me captivated by you? Possibly Weasley and Potter as well. I knew you weren't just looking for that naughty book." He took a deep breath, not sure how she would handle the next sentence. "Do you think you are undesirable?"
She scoffed, "No, but I know you wouldn't be, for lack of a better word, obsessed with someone like me of your own volition." She was confident. If he truly came into feelings for her, it would have been a slow shift, a gradual change and eventual softening of his attitude around her. Perhaps, starting with an apology, things could have been different. Although, she thought of how differently she saw him recently and how much she's seen of his personality beyond sneers, smirks and insults. How he could be gentle and warm and affectionate. Even if he was used to taking what he wanted, he knew her well enough to know she wasn't something to be taken. Surely he knew that.
"Someone like you? A Gryffindor?" he prodded at her, enjoying that she blushed just a little, she clearly didn't think she was pretty past achieving a wizard like Ron Weasley. She could do better.
She shook her head. "A 'Mudblood', as you like to remind me frequently."
"And here I thought we decided that was a pet name. Like 'ferret' after my," his nose scrunched up, "Unfortunate incident." She smiled at him but there was pain in her eyes, he felt regret but the name would slide off his tongue most the time. Considering it was how he referred to her at home in the summer with the Death Eaters cramping up his manor and, of course, to his friends at school, it was a conscious effort to call her by her last name. Mudblood was less formal than her name and he knew it was an insult, but she acted like it didn't hurt her when he said it. How was he to know it cut her deeply every time? The look in her eye would give him a jolt but now he assumed she didn't feel it the same way.
"I won't say it again." he frowned at her and when she didn't meet his eye, he tugged on her hair to turn her head, "Hey, I never really meant it to hurt you. Not after you punched me in the face over that dreaded Hippogriff."
She pushed a tear away from her eyes and gave him a loose smile, "Buckbeak, That was his name. And water under the bridge. Who else would want to ruin your life? Or mine, for that matter." She popped the end of the pen into her mouth and nibbled her teeth against it.
He took a deep breath, deciding he needed to do more than throw an apology to her. "So, you think, someone like me wouldn't ever be interested in a witch like you. The smartest witch of our time. The smartest underage witch, at that. The only witch to take every bit of praise I ever got and top it without a struggle. It's unfair how brilliant you are, Granger." She fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, having opted for the school uniform tonight. He smirked, "I have all the power I could possibly want, but money doesn't buy intelligence. You remind me of that every year."
"I'm sorry." her voice sounded meek but she eventually huffed when he didn't say anything else, "but intelligence doesn't breed beauty either."
"Eh," he shrugged leaning back, "Money doesn't even buy beauty I'm afraid. You're that kind of, smooth under the rough edges, pretty. You don't notice it unless you're-FUCK!"
He shot up out of his chair. A sudden idea coming into his mind. Blaise Zabini. The little flat nosed troll he called a friend, who he had played so many pranks on he couldn't list them if he tried. A friend who never retaliated. Not Once.
"Blaise! Granger, we need a list of people next to your potions." He snatched the pen out of her hand, noticing the burn was less intense when he touched her fingers but he was on a mission. He went to dip into an inkwell to not see one. "Uhh..."
"The ink is in the pen. Just keep writing." she tapped the parchment and he wrote Pansy, Theo, Puecy and Flint for good measure, each of which had attended his mothers Christmas party.
"That's clever." He turned the pen to look down the tip, admiring the ease of it. She giggled and he gave her a small smile, feeling sheepish. "Muggle thing?" she nodded.
"I think that's as far as we can get with that tonight. Ready to do some homework?" she raised an eyebrow at him as she pulled out her Ancient Runes textbook. He grunted and put his head down on the table. Of course she would actually have come to study with him.
"Listen, I expected you to be naked and unconscious by now. Since that clearly isn't happening tonight, you can go to bed."
She looked dejected, like she was actually excited to do homework with him, which she obviously was. "It's fine, I came to study. No one else takes Ancient Runes with me. Ron and Harry zone out whenever I bring it up." she flashed a big smile at him, clearly pleased her little parry to his plan worked so well.
"Just because it hurts to touch you doesn't mean I don't want to. The second this wears off, you better be out this door or be ready for my hands to run all over you." He reached over to gather her hair in a ponytail and gave it a firm tug, pulling her head back, her neck stretched out beautifully. She gasped and reached back to grab his wrist, sparks shooting through her arm painfully.
"Stop it," she scolded him and he noted, it only hurts the person touching the other. He could work with that, it sounded like fun, maybe once the harshness of it was gone. A little light pain and pleasure sounded just up his alley.
"Fiiiiine. I've not paid attention in class at all this week. You've proved much too distracting. Start from the beginning, Professor Granger." he kicked his feet up on the desk and she shot him a look before opening the book and starting her lecture.

It had to have been nearly an hour when she noticed he had shut his eyes. She snapped her fingers in front of him, trying to wake him up. So much for having an interesting partner to study with.
"I'm awake. I just couldn't bare to keep looking at your pretty little lips. Just listening to you was arousing enough." he peeked an eye open at her as she gathered the papers around the desk. His subtle praise gave her feelings she didn't exactly hate.
She closed the textbook with a bit more force, a little annoyed with him, again, for making her flustered. The top page flew off the desk with the force and he grabbed it off the floor. She reached over to get it and felt the warmth of his fingertips against hers.
"Your potion seems to be wearing off." His voice grumbled, placing his hand fully over hers, the sharp burning sensation was a dull ache now. Almost nonexistant.
When she turned to meet his eyes, wide and nervous, she licked her lips. "Don't do that," he tucked some unruly hair behind her ear. The shock had faded but it gave her shivers. Unconsciously, she reached down for her wand, her fingers fumbled trying to grasp it in her pocket as he slid his hand up her arm, looking like a hungry wolf.
"Malfoy, calm down." She pulled the arm out from under his grip and stammered at him. "We aren't animals. We can sit here," she pushed her chair back and stood up and he followed without hesitation, "and be civil." He couldn't hear a word she said, just his heart pounding in his ears, his eyes glued to her lips until he saw her pulling her wand from her robes. In a flash, he snatched her wrist and smacked her hand against the table, her wand flying out of her grip.
The fear that flashed in her face seemed to break him out of it, for once his common sense overriding his arousal in the presence of his obsession. And an obsession it was, he realized faintly, since the moment he had a chance, he wanted his hands all over her. Maybe she had been right, maybe he was cursed or jinxed. And the way she was looking at him wounded his pride. He wanted her to feel good because of him, not terrified.
"I apologize," he murmured, clasping his one hand over the others wrist, griping so tightly his knuckles turned white. She scrambled around the desk to pick up her wand. "It's been" he took a deep breath, "two weeks since I've touched you and...it feels like I'll die if I dont-" he couldn't believe his own ears. Why would it matter that he hadn't touched her?
"It hurts you to not touch me?" She straightened up on the other side of the desk, feeling some layer of protection from his raging hormones.
"I wouldn't say hurts but- Merlin, don't look at me like that. H-here! Tie me up again before I do something you'll regret." He threw out his arms in front of him, noticing little half moons of red around his wrist from digging his nails in before the ropes sprang from her wand and covered them once again.
"Do you have any Veela in your family history?" She moved to stand in front of him, giving the ropes a small tug to make certain there was no issue. He bristled, "I should say not!" The insult of thinking his family would cross with beasts was unheard of but he spoke harsher than he meant to. He spoke softer, "I'm positive."
"I didn't mean to insult you " She gave him a leveled look, "I'm sorry."
"I'm- not thinking straight. All I can think about is how badly I want to kiss you." His eyes narrowed, "knowing that ginger cunt had his hands on you last," an angry growl came from his lips as he sank down onto his knees. She knelt down in front of him, her hands around his shoulders. She soothingly ran them over his upper arms, trying to pretend to not notice his muscles tensing, practically trembling under her touch.
"It's okay. I'll brew another of my potions. We will figure this out. I'll make it stronger next time. Maybe I can curb the...need." He finally met her gaze, and he knew, based on her eyes, he looked pathetic. And he knew for certain when she cupped his cheek with her hand. This was humiliating, he felt like some caged animal in heat, desperate to breed. Yet, no one would do but that infuriating witch and she was touching him, ever so softly.
He leaned into her touch, closing his eyes and sighed, "I must be going Mad." Then warmth spread across him, she had hugged him, her small frame wrapped around his shoulders, his head tucked under her chin and she gently stroked his back. Was she always this loving? This caring? Is this how she treated everyone? Something told him this is just the type of person she is and that it's why she ends up hurt more often than not.
"You know," she spoke very slowly, almost hesitating to say what she was thinking. "If you've been cursed to...errm. Want me. Maybe it will be broken if we... have...it."
He pulled away and looked up at her. "Have what?"
She twisted the hem of her skirt with her nervous hands, "intercourse" she mumbled. He couldn't help himself. He spluttered out a laugh, trying to keep it from sounding rude with a cough and clearing his throat.
"You really said, 'intercourse', Granger! Oh Circe!!" She flushed a vibrant red and shoved him lightly, he rocked back on his heels, snickering. "Do you think that's a good idea, though?" He cleared his throat again when he realized the severity of what she just suggested. He had planned this whole meeting around getting her to cave into his lust and now she seemed to be freely offering herself.
"Well, it could be worth a shot. If anyone was going to curse you with something unattainable to torture you, it stands to reason that attaining it would cancel out the curse."
"Or increase the power of it. I can't imagine craving you more than I have all week. It seems to potentiate the longer I can't touch you. Or it's getting stronger as time goes." She lifted her hands to his hair and slid her fingers through the sides, smiling when he closed his eyes and made a comfortable humming sound.
She leaned forward and touched her lips to his as gently as she dared. And she whispered. "Does this help?"
He met her eyes again, they had glazed over as he nodded weakly, licking his lips. He leaned forward and captured her mouth against his again, foregoing the gentle route and pouring his desperation into it. He pulled against the ropes that bound his wrists, instinctively wanting to put his hands on her waist, in her hair, on her thigh, anywhere that would make her respond with those small, sexy sounds she made. But she placed her hands over his, keeping them on his lap, and she softly stroked them with one thumb as she kissed him back.
He couldn't remember ever kissing anyone this way. It wasn't going anywhere, it wouldn't lead to anything further. It was so innocent and sweet, like Granger herself. Tender. She was tender with him. He held back a whine when she pulled back and took a shuddering breath.
He quirked his eyebrow at her, "Untie me and I can do better." he relished in the blush on her face. "No? Well are you just sending me back to my dorms all tied up. The rumors of what I do in my free time will be wild." he gave her a smirk and she rolled her eyes, knowing he was right.
She stood, grabbed the last of her items, pushed it all into her bag and swung it on her shoulder. "Come on. I'll walk you to your commons." She grabbed his ropes and helped pull him up. "I trust you can walk through a portrait without ravishing me first?"
"I guess we will have to see. You have been torturing me for an hour. I think I'm owed a little snogging."
They spoke of nothing as they walked, she kept nudging him to move as his usual long strides seemed shorter. Of course he was trying to drag this out as long as possible. He was lucky she was a prefect, even though it wasn't her turn to patrol.
He convinced her to extinguish her wand to avoid being seen by not only other patrol, but the portraits who had a tendency to tattle to Filch. Especially the ones in the dungeons who would love to get her into trouble. It reminded her of something that would be tricky to explain.
"We will need to be careful meeting up. Maybe we can work together in Hogsmeade. I don't want Harry making a big deal about it."
"Does he have some kind of tracker on you? How would he know? You're in the library enough as it is." Draco flexed his arms against the ropes again, pleased she didn't mention Weasley.
She smiled wryly, "Something like that. He has an enchanted map of the school and can see us together. He probably knows we were together tonight already."
Draco looked incredulous. "Why would it matter? We were studying." he sniffed a bit, knowing damn well studying was the last thing he wanted to have done tonight. He didn't even get a chance to show her what he learned from her silly vampire romance novel.
He could tell she felt awkward because she completely clammed up, not responding until they descended the steps in front of the Slytherin's portrait. "Harry is going through a lot right now and he has it in his mind that you are...dangerous."
The smirk on his face made her roll her eyes, expecting his reply, "I am dangerous." She unbound his wrists and tucked her wand back into her robes.
"So very scary." she huffed, a small smirk tugging on her lips. She noticed his gaze flick down to her mouth and braced herself. It was interesting how quickly she has recognized his motions before he moves to kiss her. Almost like she was a magnet, reacting to his pull when he switched it on.
His hand cupped her cheek and he praised himself for not tangling his hands into her curls and snogging the air out of her lungs. Instead, opting for a gentle brush of their lips and a breathy, "Goodnight, Granger." He hoped it left her as needy and desperate as he felt.
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