Valentine Kiss

Chapter 3

"Malfoy!"

Hermione was tapping her foot in annoyance at the ferret. He had been in there over an hour!

What could one male possibly need to do in the bathroom that made him take longer than a female to prepare!

She pounded the bathroom door again.

"Malfoy come out this instant! If I am late for class I will hex you till your mother won't even recognise you!"

She heard steps and then his voice reached her. The ferret sounded amused!

"Come off it beaver! It takes time to look as good as me! Maybe you should try it... You know, spend some time on yourself!"

Hermione gasped; that was it!

She took out her wand and silently muttered the unlocking spell. And barged into the bathroom with wand brandished.

She froze mid stride and her hex dying on her lips. Her mouth formed an O.

How the hell was the ferret this sexy?

He stood there in front of the basin mirror, with only a green towel wrapped around his hips. She saw his back, it was toned and well defined, his shoulders surprisingly broad and tapering down to his lean hips.

Oh, merlin.

He turned around and leant his hip against the basin, arms folded across, an equally well defined and toned chest. His smirk was all knowing, he blatantly gazed her up and down.

Her pyjamas consisted of a pink silk boxer short, which barely reached mid thigh, and matching pink spaghetti strap top. Showing some slight cleavage and breast swell.

"Like what you see Granger? It is rather rude to stare you know... But then again, I am good looking."

He winked at her, again!

Hermione looked like a fish out of the water, her mouth opening and closing, yet she couldn't get a word out!

Seeing her absolute shocked state, Draco strolled over to her. She reversed backwards, not taking her eyes off of him. He continued closing in on her, she felt her back coming up against the wall and gasped as she realised she was trapped.

Draco came to an inch from her, then he pressed both his hands against the wall on either side of her head, effectively caging her.

She could smell his fresh clean soap scent, and she felt his spearmint breath on her face, smelled it. Her stomach made flip flops, and she was aware that she had started to tremble.

What in merlins name was going on with her! She actually anticipated him to kiss her! She actually wanted him to kiss her!

She was going mad. Yes, that was it, the war had screwed up her mind completely.

Next thing you know she would fall in love with Voldemort! She had gone bonkers!

Draco leant in, his mouth only inches from her ear, she heard his breath as he exhaled, felt his breath tickling against her skin.

"Granger..."

He whispered, and she knew he would kiss her now, his lips brushed against her jaw, so very lightly. It was like the barest of feather touch. She closed her eyes in anticipation.

But then he pulled away from her; she opened her eyes and blinked at him in confusion. Strangely she saw a softness in his eyes, and a very slight genuine smile on his lips. He lifted a finger and pressed it against her lips, in a shushing motion.