When Hermione Fights

Slytherin Chiefs

Slytherin Chiefs

As expected, I saw Draco on Sunday morning in the Great Hall. He gave me a friendly, but covert nod, which meant that the Twins had been able to tell him yesterday that he didn't have to wait for me. I quickly finished my coffee and rose again, signalling him that I wanted to speak to him now and tried to make him understand that I would be waiting for him. A brief, barely perceptible tilt of the fair head told me he had understood. So I waited near the portico, from where the large gull-winged doors of the Great Hall were in sight and only minutes later Draco headed towards me in a rapid pace.

"What are you doing here, Mudblood? Out of my way!" he hissed and in passing he pointed to the end of the corridor. He strode purposefully towards one of the classrooms which was unused on Sundays and I followed with some distance. Today I wore a green, simple college dress with a high collar and long sleeves. A winter dress made of a warm, woolen fabric, because today, on a Sunday, we didn't have to squeeze ourselves into school robes. When I closed the open door behind me, I found myself in an embrace so fast, I couldn't even blink. Arms pulled me tightly to a male chest covered by a form-fitting black pullover made of the finest material, topped with a longer cut jacket. It fit him very well and fortified his noble appearance.

We stood in the classroom and held each other tightly until he pushed me away slightly and let go, just to cup and hold my face with both of his pale, well-groomed hands, whereupon he leaned towards me and laid his lips over mine with infinite gentleness and tenderness. That sent an incredible tingly feeling into my stomach, as if thousands of bees were buzzing inside me. The kiss started slow, so that at first only our lips touched each other chastely but then pressed against each other more and more passionately, which caused an indescribable feeling of happiness inside me! When his tongue began to caress my lips with passion, I forgot where I was and opened my lips with a pleased, throaty sound. I could feel the small smile on his lips when I welcomed him. Our tongues began to dance with each other. We started out slowly and quickly build up to a passionate finale in which our tongues fought a hot, fierce duel. When we parted, overwhelmed from the kiss, my legs were as soft as pudding. Draco had to hold me with one arm around my waist, otherwise I would've lost my footing. Additionally I pulled myself close to his body.

"Draco, you're so passionate today!" I tried to regain my balance.

"You didn't turn up yesterday, Malfoys can't handle that well!" he whispered into my hair, caressing my neck with his hand.

"How did they inform you?" I asked curiously and eagerly.

"They stopped us in front of the stairs to the dungeons and offered us their products, saying that they were generous enough to allow Slytherins to participate in their ingenuity, because money is money, no matter where it comes from and that it wouldn't stink! Then they started talking about themselves in third person, very confusing! But the next thing they did was to complain that they were very tired and that the earliest one would be able to see them again would be the next morning, and that we should quickly grab their products now, before they were gone, since one shouldn't be hopeful of seeing them before tomorrow and they were staring at me intensely the whole time. I would have to have been brain dead not to understand with that amount of emphasis that you wouldn't be able to come that night!" Draco explained extravagantly and made me giggle because of the mental picture I got. His description was really hilarious.

"Draco, you should become a comedian, seriously! I'm sorry, but I was too exhausted! First the martial arts training in London, my Sensei..."

"I told you, I want to know when you leave the castle...!" he hissed downright angry and kept me at a distance to scowl at me.