Cupid's Parchment

HERMIONE

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Hermione's evening had gone completely as planned! If the plan was to completely disregard the plan. She had done everything in her power to avoid the dance, faining ill, Ginny had not believed her. Dressing in a thick, long-sleeved, Mcgonagall would probably wear it, dress. Ginny had laughed at her and forced Hermione into a dress that was little more than a nightie and probably the most revealing thing she had ever put on her body. Hermione really pushed it by locking herself in the bathroom and claiming food poisoning. Ginny had practically taken the door down, and then Hermione found herself being dragged to the Slytherin dance. She could only hope that Draco had all but forgotten about her because two hours late was almost like not even going in the first place.

The entire evening was akin to an out of body experience. No matter what she did, Hermione seemed to have absolutely no control over how her evening progressed. Ginny had dragged Hermione into the Dance just to abandon her, and of course, of course, Draco waltzed right over. Bugger.

Of course, she denied him a dance. Why would she Dance with him, where everyone could just... see. She knew, really nobody would care. Things had been rather lax since the war, inter-house mingling no longer such a taboo, still, Hermione was not for making any of her personal life public.

But even after she had turned him away, Draco moved to the dance floor pulling Luna along with him, Luna, all while Draco's eyes practically bore a hole through her own. Draco kept it up through two songs, and clearly, he didn't plan on stopping. Desperate for an escape, Hermione sought out the closest door and made her perfectly timed exit, right as he looked away.

But it seemed as though she made an error in choosing that particular exit. Hermione found herself at the beginning of a long corridor, likely the Slytherin dormitories. Well, good on her, if she didn't want to draw any attention to herself, this was one way to get people talking. Exiting the Slytherin dorms. So Hermione would have to camp out until she could slip out unnoticed. Hermione moved to lean against the wall and wait for her moment.

The door creaks open and again, of course, it's Draco. Hermione can't help herself, she can barely look at him, but she does, and she calls Draco out for his obnoxious behaviour. He throws it back at her twice as strong and there's nothing she can do. Hermione knows, she avoided him and the dance because he was right. Draco was right, her name was on his list, and it wasn't a mistake. The moment their lips meet, it all makes sense to her.

It's just like before, his body moulds to hers, pushing her even further into the wall. Hermione just melts, there's nothing she can do. Her composure has disintegrated and she pushes right back into his body. Even if she wanted to, Hermione doesn't think she has the will to stop. It's all just too good, the feel of him, the taste.

His arm snakes around her back pulling her in the opposite direction and now it's him pressed against the wall. Still, they can't be any closer together. Hermione's sure that he can feel her heart beating. There's no way Draco can't because she can feel it through her entire body, her fingertips are fucking throbbing. Hermione pulls at the bottom of his shirt pressing her palms to his chest, and if he couldn't feel it before, she's sure he can now and her hands are shaking.

Draco pulls his head up and looks at her. "We can stop."

Hermione pulls her hands back, "Why?" Her eyebrows lift, he seemed pretty into it just a moment ago.

"You're shaking."

"Oh, no it's not that. It's my heart, it's beating too much." on cue, it seems to move even faster, working to move all of her available blood into her face and turning her into a tomato.

It would be mortifying but Draco isn't looking at her like it's mortifying, and then his lips are on hers again. And the blood leaves her face and moves down south too, well where else would it go. Hermione moves her hands back to where they previously existed exploring his chest. Draco shutters as she moves her arms around to his back. His skin is so smooth, and Hermione can feel the muscles ripple in his back. Hermione can just imagine how he'll look, and she knows that her mouth will water when she sees him.