kissing Hermione Granger

1- kiss one

The first time Draco Malfoy kissed Hermione Granger…

He did it to frighten her. He was out on one of his late night walks, stalking the empty corridors while the castle slept around him when he spotted her, clearly on her way back from another late night study session in the library, nose still stuck in a book, wand gripped precariously and casting a faint lumos in the darkness. She didn't notice him, of course. So bloody unconcerned with her surroundings, so baselessly confident and sure of herself, with her swotty little walk and her wild, bouncing curls. It set his teeth on edge to see her walking about like she owned the place, like she didn't even know what an abomination she was. She shouldn't look so at ease, and Draco felt it his Slytherin duty, his pureblood calling to correct the situation.

He followed along behind her, silently creeping up until he could reach out and grab her shoulder, spinning her back into the wall and pressing in close against her. She let out a gasp as her book tumbled to the floor, but the grip on her wand remained steady, and as her back hit the wall, the tip of her wand pressed into the soft flesh beneath his chin. Her eyes, where he had been expecting fear, were hard and cold as ice, her jaw set and body taut beneath his, and Draco finally understood why she'd been placed in Gryffindor instead of Ravenclaw.

With the light from her wand extinguished, Draco was now backlit by the faint moonlight pouring in from the windows behind him, giving her a crisp view of his outline, but nothing more. Her features though, hard as they were, were perfectly visible to Draco, and he reveled in the psychological advantage it gave him.

"Little mudbloods oughtn't be alone in the castle this time of night." He hissed, jaw moving against the pressure of her wand. "Who knows what could happen."

Hermione's eyes narrowed briefly, then her entire being relaxed minutely as she lowered her wand. "Oh, it's just you."

Draco's jaw dropped at her reaction, the annoyance and faint relief not exactly what he'd been going for.

Hermione tried to push past him with an aggravated sigh. "Get off me, Malfoy, I've not finished with that book, and it's late already."

Draco pushed back, pinning her to the wall with his forearm across her chest and his hips pressed into her soft stomach. He sneered down at her and injected as much menace into his voice as he could. "I don't think so, mudblood. I'm not one of your pathetic little Gryffindors you can order about. You'll leave when I say you can."

"Oh really?" Hermione replied, sounding some combination of bored and amused. "You don't scare me, Malfoy. Why don't you go bully some first years?"

With that, she stepped down hard on his foot and shoved against his shoulders, successfully moving him off of her, stooped to gather her fallen book, and set off down the hall again. Draco was furious. He stomped after her, grabbing her arm roughly and swinging her back against the wall with a vicious snarl. She started to yell at him, looking truly mad now, but he cut her off with a harsh and bruising press of his mouth against hers.

Hermione froze against him as he violently thrust his tongue past her still-parted lips. The kiss, if it could be called that, was over quickly, with Draco panting over her wearing an expression of angry triumph. Hermione stared up at him, wide-eyed, then lifted her hand to press her palm against his forehead.

"Are you ill? Have you been hexed? Did you drink anything odd today, Malfoy? Perhaps we ought to get you to the infirmary…"

Draco pounded his fist against the wall next to her head with an angry yell.

"Seriously, Malfoy, what is wrong with you?"

"You…" Draco panted, "are infuriating."

"Well," Hermione spoke slowly, cautiously. "Alright then. But you really ought to speak with Madam Pomfrey, or Professor Snape even. You're acting very oddly. I have to get to bed, but…you will be alright, yes?"

Draco turned until his own back was pressed against cool stone, feeling suddenly drained and weirdly disappointed. "Just go away, Granger."

"Hmm." Hermione watched him closely for a moment, brows knitted in concern, before slowly turning and walking away. If she stopped and turned around to look at him again several times before turning the corner, Draco pretended not to notice.