Silver and Gold // Dramione

Katie Bell

6th Year, November 16th

Draco stood there with his unmoving lips pressed against Hermione, he raised his right hand to cup her cheek, an action he didn't think through before he did it. Hermione was stoic against him, she didn;t move her lips to his, and she didn't move away.

She was as warm as he expected, but not as soft. In all the time he had thought of Hermione Granger while he was in the shower he he always thought she would be softer than clouds. Instead she was lighter than air, and seemed frail and small under his looming figure.

His entire body blanketed hers against the wall, every part except his hips. The bulge that had grown there would have been dteble by her if he moved any closer, and even in his rushed state he knew better than to edge that on her.

He hadn't even moved his lips from where they pressed against hers when realization dawned on him. He pushed away from her, dropping the hand that was resting against her cheek and jaw to his side. Stepping back, gasping at himself and his lack of self control.

He snapped back to himself instantly, and looked down at Hermione. She had closed her eyes, and he watched her slowly open them wide and shocked. She still didn;t try to make a run for it, so he did.

Knowing if he stayed wrapped up in her intoxicating scent and physical pressure against him he would do it again, or worse, press his whole body to hers and let her feel the bump at his hips.

Hermione just stared at him, eyes wide, hands glued to the wall along with the rest of her body.

"I- '' Draco started, getting slightly lost looking at her, the warm pressure dsilving from his lips and body as he fully stepped out of her breath space. "I - I have to go"

Draco stepped back from her, and that's when Hermione made her first discernable movement. Hermione reached her hands up and brushed her fingertips along where his lips had just been. It was slight, but Draco saw it even as he turned around and headed for the door, deciding that he was going to Hogsmeade early.

He remembered the package of jewels he was to return to the Manor - "Accio robes, accio package on bed" - the parchment wrapped package and note flew into his arms as he reared the door to the common room. He left Hermione still backed against the wall with her fingertips grazing over her own lips in shock.

Out of the portrait door, Draco fingers followed a similar action to hermiones. His fingers grazed his lips in a featherlight touch, careful not to press and erase the feeling of her against him. The kiss hadn't been long enough, nor deep enough to taste her lips. 

He was left wondering if his suspicions of earl gray tea and honey were right - an incessant thought that only seemed magnified by his actions.

He refrained from pulling at his hair, remembering how the images of her hips and hands in his head only intensified whenever he did that. 

He thought he had it under control...Staying away from her at least meant that he couldn't act on it. But her prompting pushed him over. The way she put her hands on her hips, her biting her lip when he pushed her harshly at the wall. She was so certain he wouldn't hurt her... and that only made his resolve break further.

Deposit his best efforts to distinct himself from her, and make her want to stay away she couldn't. He couldn't either. For Merlin's sake he'd been showering with her shampoo: if she hand't smelt it on him, she would have at least noticed it was running out faster than usual.

Today was supposed to bring answers to all his problems, but he had started the data creating a host of new problems to the one thing he wouldn't be gettin answers about.