Dramione Smut-Book

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Hermione

       The corridors are bare with limited leeway. It's almost like an invisible force pulling me towards something. My stomach churns. I want something. No, I need something badly. Desperately. I let the invisible force push me towards the unknown source. It's as exciting as going to a new book shop I never knew about. Once I get there, I find that I'm in the dungeons. The Slytherin commons to be exact. Why am I here of all places? I ask myself.

"So I see that you've come to the wrong place and definitely at the wrong time." Came a snide and unmistakable voice behind me.

"What are you going on about Malfoy? I could've been going to see professor Snape." I respond hotly and with a scowl that would compete with Malfoy's.

"We all know that's not true. Professor Snape's office is nowhere near the Slytherin commons. It's all the way west of here." Malfoy answers, catching my lie.

Of course I knew that. Stupid stupid stupid. I think to myself. "Well Malfoy, I said it as an example. Nothing more than that." I reply shakily as Malfoy comes near to me with every sentence I've said.

"Then what're you doing all the way down here lioness?" Malfoy asks me. "Bravery can be such a stupid thing you know."

"And messing with the brightest witch of her age is also dangerous Malfoy." I bite my lip to stop from shivering as Malfoy comes closer. Did it suddenly drop ten degrees?

Malfoy smirks. "I do like a challenge Hermione Granger." Malfoy is now standing directly in front of me, so close that his minty breath is all I can smell. That and his overpowering and dominating cologne filling my nostrils.

"What're you doing Malfoy?" I ask him shakily, his hands cupping my cheeks.

"Doing something that I should've done a long time ago Granger. I'm marking my territory." Malfoy responds.

"I'm not your plaything!" I say exasperatedly.

"Oh but you could be if you wanted to be." Malfoy responds. "Come on Hermione. Don't you want this?" Malfoy motions to his lips with a small smirk. No, not a smirk But a smile ghosted his lips.

I swallow back the invisible source pulling my lips to his. He's the invisible force. He's the thing I desire most in life. I've heard that this happens when witches and wizards find they're mates  at sixteen. He's my mate. I think to myself. I slowly nod, unsure of myself or what's going to happen. "If you're Being honest. Kiss me." I reply, the only way to really know is if he kisses me without disgust.

"My pleasure." Malfoy drawls aristocratically.

      Malfoy cups my cheeks tenderly and drawls my mouth up to his and bows down. I swallow. He's going through with this. I think accusingly. And I'm letting him. Malfoy kisses my lips with a chaste kiss, almost like a peck. But it became more as I began kissing back, feeling everything come crashing down On top of me. He must feel it too because he kisses me harder. It becomes raw passion that keeps this kiss going. Malfoy pulls away, his steely grey eyes open and looks at me intensely, his fingers playing with strands of my hair.

I lick my lips consciously. "That was...something." I say, breaking the tense silence with breathy words.

"I thought that was more than something. I thought for a moment that we could be something." Malfoy answered.