Dramione Instagram - Eighth Grade

Draco

He stood still, his feet frozen to the floor. As if the ground had turned to liquid just long enough for his feet to fall under. Holding him in place.

He became hyperaware of everything.
But mainly her.
Always her.
He kissed her. Again. And. Again.
In his head. In person.
He pictured her in his dreams.
He hated every part of it.
He hated her not being pureblood.
He hated her being smarter than him.
He hated her being Gryffindor.
He hated her being beautiful.
He hated her so much.
So much that he couldn't distinguish the difference between hatred and love.
Because more than anything else.
He feared for her.

He sighed, "Granger I'm sorry-"

"Because I passed out or because you regret it?" Her voice stopped his sentence, cutting through whatever he was about to say like it was the Gryffindor sword.
He winced, not breaking eye contact.
She looked determined. Like she was ready to hear the worst.
But what did she think was the worst.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, steadying himself and allowing his composure to return. Ridding himself of his moment of weakness he gave her a response.
"Both."

Hermione raised her chin, her face defiant.
"Very well,"
Draco's face breifly turned into a snarl.
"Fucking hell," he muttered before taking three step forward and pulling her chin up towards his.
He stopped pulling her when there was an inch between their lips.
"Malfoy?" Hermione asked.
His eyes were shut, "Yes Granger?"
"Are you going to kiss me?"
"Do you want me to kiss you?"
Hermione hesitated, and after one second Draco's eyes opened, he was watching her, deciphering her reaction.
"Yes," She whispered.
"Good," he mumbled before capturing her lips with his.

She tasted like honey. He slowly moved his hand to her waist. Pulling her towards him.
He heard her whimper against his lips and tightened his hold on her.
He felt her trying to pull away and loosened his hold slightly, allowing her to pull away only an inch.
Her mouth was open and her eyes had widened.
She was panting.
Draco smirked, pressing his body against her and shutting his eyes allowing his lips to ghost over hers.

"Granger?"
"Malfoy." her voice was strained, forced. Like she wasn't aware of where she was. He had finally knocked the sense out of Granger.
He grinned and took a step back.
Allowing himself to laugh slightly as he stared up at the phone.
"Oh fuck,"
The irony of the situation was starting to hit him.
"Fuck!" He yelled, turning around and forcing his fist into a tree.
He heard a loud crack but continued to force his hand back into the tree, ignoring the pain shooting through his arm.
He felt a hand lightly press against his back.
He stopped, his fist against the tree, blood slowly dripping down the bark. He didn't move.
"i should go,"
Stepping sideways, he allowed himself to pull away from her touch.
He needed to stop this, he couldn't kiss her again.
He couldn't slip up.
His family had rules.
He wasn't in a position to break those rules.

He sighed slightly, turning his head so she was just in his range of vision.
"Goodbye Granger,"
Adjusting his shirt slightly, he started walking forward.

Away from her.