kissing Hermione Granger

2- second kiss

The second time Draco Malfoy kissed Hermione Granger…

He did it to piss her friends off. Well, mostly. It was the day of the biggest quidditch match of the year, Slytherin versus Gryffindor, and tensions were running high. Everyone in the school had chosen a side, bets were placed, and taunts and cheers alike echoed down the hallways whenever a player walked past.

Scarhead and the Weasel were being particularly loathsome, all cocky swaggers and over-confident smirks, not able to walk two feet without some sycophant or other patting their backs and offering luck. They were just so bloody sure of themselves, so sure of everything, and there she was, trotting along at their side, oblivious to the fever possessing the rest of the student body.

During the match, his eyes were continually drawn down to her, the sun bouncing off her wind-tousled hair in shades of honey and gold a constant distraction from the gold he ought to be seeking. She bounced, she cheered, she cringed with worry, while the bloodiest and most exciting match of the year played out. And when Potter, that scarred, bespeckled git beat Draco to the snitch yet again, she was first on the pitch with arms thrown open in congratulations.

A sizeable crowd was amassing around the victorious team and, at its center, stood the golden trio, tangled in a tight hug. Draco watched Potter and Weasley wrap possessive arms around Hermione, saw the look of warm affection she held only for them, and his vision glossed over red.

Shoving and pushing viciously, Draco made his way to the center of the crowd, earning puzzled and hostile looks from the celebrating Gryffindors. Ignoring them all, he reached out for Hermione's slender hand, gripping it tight and jerking her hard until she tumbled right out of their arms and into his. He had just the briefest moment to note the bewildered look in her eyes before he was crushing their mouths together.

The collective gasp that tore through the crowd was almost loud enough to drown out Hermione's soft little whimper, but not quite. Draco heard it, and it spurred him on until he was dipping her back, supported by a firm arm wrapped around her waist. He lifted his other hand to cradle the back of her head, holding her close while he licked his way past trembling lips and into the wonderful warmth of her mouth.

He had but a moment to enjoy the taste of her before he was shoved away, hard, but not by her. Angry green eyes flashed dangerously behind crooked frames, as the Chosen One tried to insinuate himself between Draco and Hermione. If Potty was furious, it was nothing on Weasley. His blotchy skin was turning the most unflattering shade of burgundy, and Draco was half surprised he hadn't steam coming out of his ears. Draco turned back to a furiously blushing, visibly shocked Hermione, flashed her his most dashing smirk and a quick wink, just before the first fist connected with his jaw.