kissing Hermione Granger

3- the third kiss

The third time Draco Malfoy kissed Hermione Granger…

He, well, he might have done it just to make her feel better. And to stick it to Weasley, which is always good. The whole school was well aware of the icky sticky feelings between Granger and Weasley. Everyone knew it was only a matter of time before they ran off to make dozens of redheaded bookworm babies and live in squalor like the rest of his family. It was just accepted as a given at this point.

So, when the Weasel started publicly slobbering all over that obnoxious tart, Brown, it caused quite the scandal. Everyone was talking about it, even those fortunate enough to avoid their frequent and very public displays of affection. Even Draco's housemates, god help him. Granger was looked on with either pity or vindictive amusement, neither of which she seemed to appreciate very much.

And then the redheaded monstrosity had to go and make fun of her in front of the tart and the tart's equally annoying friend, as well as the rest of their Transfiguration class. He was still sporting his spectacular failure of a mustache and bouncing up and down with his hand in the air, while Hermione looked to be holding back tears, when Draco sauntered across the room. Edging up beside Hermione, he crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his head, regarding Weasley somberly.

"What do you say, Granger…does Weasley look more like a half-shaved orangutan or the offspring of Slughorn and that beastly cat of yours?"

Hermione half-hid a laugh behind her hand before turning to look at him in surprise, while Weasley finally dropped his ridiculous impersonation with an angry sputter. Hermione was still looking at him in that curious way of hers, so Draco smiled silkily and leaned in till his lips were brushing her ear.

"Chin up, then. What's that you're always saying about me? He's not worth it." He brushed a brief kiss against her cheek and turned away, moving back to his own flabbergasted housemates and dutifully ignoring Weasley's bellows and the tarts' over-excited chatter. Granger, for once, had nothing to say.