Dramione Blurbs & Prompts

The Wrong Type of Boys

Oh. Nice boys don't kiss like that.

That was the first thought that popped into her head as Draco's tongue swiped at her bottom lip. Hermione had been kissed before, by a few different kinds of men. Ron had been bumbling, embarrassed. His teeth had clanked hers and even after he had recovered, it still wasn't great. Viktor had been sweet, his hands on her hips, neck bent slightly to reach her, but it hadn't sparked anything with in her.

As she felt her spine dig into the cold wall of the broom closet she and Draco were currently occupying, she decided this was her favorite way to be kissed. One of his hands was in her hair, tugging softly, making her face crane up to his, the other hand on her waist, fingers creeping up at the hem of her shirt. The rings on his fingers were cool against her blazing skin, raising goosebumps in their wake.

The room was dimly lit, but she didn't miss the way his eyes sparkled as he tugged on her bottom lip, releasing the skin with a light pop. She was breathing hard, almost certain her face was flushed.

"Most boys don't kiss like that." She whispered, flexing her fingers against his chest. Draco smirked, leaning down to capture her mouth again. Her head spun as his lips floated over hers, heart pounding and her hands moved up his chest, tugging at his collar.

"Granger, you astound me," he murmured as he pulled back, a cocky grin on his mouth. "What types of imbeciles are you kissing?"

"Nice ones," she blurted, her eyes blinking in rapid embarrassment. "I just...nice boys don't kiss like that."

"Like what?" Draco asked, so low she strained to hear him even though they were so close. "Like this?"

He kissed her again, this time pulling her hair harder, his knee creeping between her legs. Hermione gasped softly against his mouth, her legs opening for him with ease. Draco pulled back slightly, still grinning.

"Granger, you've been kissing the wrong types of boys."

"I-I guess so." She whispered. He placed a quick kiss to her mouth again, too quick, and she pouted, yearning for more. "They've just...never kiss like that."

Draco chuckeled, leaning forward, and just before he pressed his lips to hers, he whispered, "Oh yes they fucking do."