(A/N; so, I love Harry Potter and my OTP is Dramoine, seriously. So. Uhm, hey ;). Vote and comment omg I'll love you forever!! )
They stood opposite each other. A four post bed next to them and a chair between. A small, wooden chair filling the space of 14 cm; that's a 14cm they want to close. But they can't do it. All that's running through their minds is how their friend's (or in Draco's case, followers) will take this. What'll they do? Will they hate me? Would I care that much?
Twinkling, Draco's eyes bore into Hermione's, trying to look into her mind, read what she's thinking - mainly to understand if she liked him. They were both stood in pj's in her room for goodness sake! Of course she liked him. She hadn't told him to go had she! It felt like eons before someone made a move. And all they did was go to sit down on the chair.
Hermione sighed. Why hadn't he done anything yet? The seat was cold under her and she figited.
"Are you okay?" Draco's hot breath brushed against her neck and cheek; she whimpered. "What's wrong? Do I intimidate you?" You could hear Draco chuckling to himself behind her. Forcefully, Hermione stood up.
"No." She replied, the shock on Draco's face was amazing.
"What?" Choking out, it was his turn to sit.
"You don't intimidate me." Hermione replied, putting up a stone wall so her voice, and face was expressionless.
Next what happened so fast, it was hard to believe it happened at all. Draco found the courage to speak.
"You intimidate me." His voice was small, almost a whisper.
"Y-you what? Me?" Shocked Hermione took a small step forward, "Why?"
"Because, you're you!" Draco started, finding confidence within himself he nearlly shouted at her. "You're so perfect! You're always top of the class, which I find annoying and my father has heard all about you and he keeps telling me I should be more like you and how I should study more. But I can't. Every time I try you just cross my mind and stay there, losing me somewhere. And everywhere I go I see you, I feel you around me, and I'm only rude to you because I can't let people know how I feel. It's so embarrassing, liking an innocent Gryffindor." He sits down, finishing what he says as he throws his face into his palms.
Slowly, Hermione inches closer. Taking a deep breath, she sits on Draco's lap. He slides his arms around her waist to support her.
"You know, you're much better than I am. You're naturally smart, Draco. And if you hadn't noticed - a pure blood. You know I'm not. And, you-" She's cut off of her sentence by Draco's lips being pushed firmly against hers. She stands up, and he goes with her. Their lips still locked, they fall together onto the bed.
It's finally happening! Both of the lovers think for a moment. They both smile into the kiss which deepens every other second.
