Stolen Kisses | By : Lauricula Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 10826 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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Hermione walked down the fourth floor corridor, to her secret hiding spot. It was cold and dimly lit; not many people came down this way. Her hiding spot was behind a statue, which led to a tower. She approached the statue, her heart racing, and tapped on its head three times. The statue moved, giving Hermione enough room to climb into the passage. She walked the short distance to the opening of the tower, beads of sweat forming on her forehead now.
There was already a candle lit, and rays of sun were glimmering through the dusty window. A figure stood on the opposite side of the tower; tall, slim, a little lanky. His platinum blonde hair glowing in the dimness of the tower, eyes finding Hermione’s.
“Granger.” He growled, a smirk appearing on his face. He started walking towards Hermione who was so weak in the knees she could hardly stand.
“Draco.” She said with a shaky voice. She leaned against the wall to keep her knees from giving out. Why did she react to him this way? You would think he was a monster.
He was inches from her face now and she could feel his breath on her face. His gray eyes gleaming with delight and mischief. She could see his chest rising and falling with every shallow breath he took; matching her own breathing.
“I thought you weren’t going to come.” He said darkly.
“I considered it.” Hermione said, a trace of confidence in her voice.
Malfoy pushed back a strand of her hair that had fallen across her eye, and all confidence in her evaporated. “I would just find you Granger. You can’t hide from me.”
Hermione swallowed, and tried not to focus on the pulling in her groin. She had to stay confident and strong, but being around Draco made that extremely difficult. Their eyes met for a moment: chocolate brown to stormy gray. “I could try.” was all she could manage and she felt foolish from the moment the word slipped out of her mouth.
Draco let out a chuckle, tipping his head back. “I forgot how cute you can be.” He grabbed her chin, forcing her gaze to fall upon him once more.
The air in the tower was damp, and cold. Hermione could feel goose bumps rising on her bare arms; though she wasn’t sure if they were from the cool air, or the fact that Draco was so close to her.
“Are you going to chicken out this time, Granger?” Draco was testing her now. She couldn’t leave this time. They had met a few days prior, but Hermione let her nerves get the best of her, and she ran.
“No.” she said coolly.
Draco smiled before closing the gap between their parted lips. He could feel her tense lips against his, and he willed her to relax. He pressed his body against hers, gently at first, and soon felt her body press against his in response. Her lips began to part, and Draco snaked his tongue into her mouth, ready to explore.
Her hands found his waist, and gripped his hip bones tightly. He groaned in response, and deepened the kiss. Hermione could hear the both of them gasping for air in between kisses, and the weight of Draco’s body upon hers was making her sweat. She could feel her panties growing moist, and she pressed her legs together, hoping Draco wouldn’t notice.
Draco entwined his hands in her luscious, brown curls and pressed his erection into her stomach; it was useless to hide it at this point. He heard her let out a small gasp, and he smiled as he pressed his lips to hers once more.
“Draco.” She breathed as he moved to her pale neck. “I have to go!” she tried to push him off, but it was futile.
“Draco, seriously, I have to go!” She was growing agitated now, but it was hard to ignore the soft, wet kisses he was trailing down her neck.
Finally, he pulled away, his cheeks blushed. “Stay.”
“I can’t. Not today.” She whispered, as he held her hand. “I’m sorry.”
She walked towards the entrance of the tower, when she heard his voice again.
“Granger!”
She turned around and saw him standing there, hands shoved in his pockets, a smirk on his face. “Thanks for not chickening out.”
Hermione laughed. “Good-bye Draco.”
“Saturday? At seven thirty?” he called from across the tower.
“Maybe.” Was all she said, before she departed the tower and headed back to the comfort of her books and the library.
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