Purely Mudblood (Dramione FanFic)

In The Courtyard

In the middle of Transfiguration, a fragile, white paper bird landed on Hermione's desk. She could hear the surrounding students, mostly Slytherin, snickering as the slip of paper unravelled itself, and Hermione knew it was a note from Draco. She

ignored the whispers and excited snatched up the sheet, checking first to make sure that her professor wasn't looking. McGonagall, demonstrating the lesson, was busily changing Seamus's wand into a snake, which earned a surprised squeak from him. Hermione redirected her attention to the paper, recognizing Draco's thin, slanted writing.

'See me in the courtyard after class?'

Hermione grinned unabashedly at the note, earning a snort from Harry, who sat at her side. She elbowed him and wrote an enthusiastic reply. With a whispered spell, Hermione watched the paper realign itself as a dove and fly off.

Draco and Hermione strolled hand-in-hand through the courtyard. The air was crisp in the dying autumn, and Hermione could see the faintest wisps of breath in front of Draco's face. She stared at his profile, his thin, slight nose, his pale eyes, the red of his cheeks blossoming on his cold, fair skin. Hermione examined his lips, every line and curve, and watched as his mouth transformed into a smirk. "I can feel you staring."

Hermione felt her cheeks warm, but she calmly replied, "It's not staring. I'm just admiring your face."

Draco turned to look at her, focusing his pallid eyes on her. A smile rested on his lips now, not a humored smirk. "You're cute when I catch you off guard." Hermione blushed even more, and Draco grinned a bit bigger, flashing his brilliantly white teeth at her. "Granted, you are always cute. No, not cute. I guess the word for it would be beautiful."

At this, Hermione stopped him, standing up on tiptoe to brush a kiss along his cheek. Draco turned into her, pulling Hermione against his chest. He kissed her lips and felt her smile against his mouth. Gently, she put her arms around her neck, and Draco moved his hands to her hair. Oh, how he loved her hair. When he kissed her, he could put his hands in her long, soft locks and just keep them there, twisting curls around his slim fingers. Hermione could feel Draco's tongue on her mouth, and she parted her lips. Draco was great at kissing, and Hermione would've been happy to let him kiss her like this until the chilly air turned into a hot summer sun, and then maybe even longer.

Draco's hot breath collided with Hermione's own, and in her mind's eye she could see the white puff of warm air that had surrounded around their lips in the cool weather. Draco's tongue stroked the inside of Hermione's mouth, and she could hear him murmuring against her lips. His long, blonde eyelashes could be felt against her skin, and they tickled ever so slightly, just enough for Hermione to smile into his mouth. Draco breathlessly pulled away from the kiss, just enough to stare back at Hermione with a flushed face and sparkling eyes.

From a short distance away, the pair heard applause. They looked up, only to see a group of third and fourth year Hufflepuffs cheering them on. Draco looked back to Hermione, who was still wrapped in his arms, and laughed, breathily, as Hermione giggled in reply. She pecked a final kiss on to his lips.