Random Harry Potter One shots

Mistletoe part 2

Maybe it was the way she nibbled on them when she was deep in thought.

Maybe it was how she licked them subconsciously while she poured over 20 inch essays for Charms or Transfiguration.

Or maybe it was because she bit the lower one whenever they made eye contact.

But Draco was dangerously (quite massively really) obsessed with Hermione Granger's lips.

He was quite sure someone had slipped Amortentia in his pumpkin juice again.

Mostly because there was no way that Draco would ever mentally comment on how spectacular Hermione Granger's lips were.

Only a mad man would compare Hermione Granger's lips to cherry blossoms in full bloom.

Only a complete bloke would comment on how closely in color Hermione Granger's lips resembled the wild red raspberries that grew in the only greenhouse at the Manor Draco's mother forgot to tend to.

And Draco was sure he wasn't either of those things.

So, naturally, he approached Granger after supper to straighten a few rumors out.

He had heard from Pavarti Patil and Lavender Brown that Hermione did have in her possession a love potion, which was a birthday present from the Weasley twins.

The incident with the lips, as Draco called it, had come and gone in a flurry of weeks, and if it weren't for the sprouts mistletoe still hanging haphazardly in doorways, Draco would've dismissed the whole event as a very realistic dr-nightmare.

They hadn't addressed it, but it was obvious that it had happened based on the constant blush Granger sported around Draco.

Hopefully, the whole topic would be avoided in their conversation.

Draco wasn't sure what he was more afraid of; Granger shooting him down, or admitting it had meant something to her too.

"Granger!"

She turned quickly, shooting him a curious glance. Draco raised his brow and nodded towards a small alcove to his right.

He caught her exasperated look before he turned and entered the narrow space, not waiting for her to follow.

"What is it, Malfoy?", Hermione sneered, but her eyes were soft,"why are you wasting my study time?"

"Study time?", Draco laughed out loud,"It's Christmas, Granger! People leave for holiday tomorrow, and you're still studying?"

She scoffed and turned slightly red.

"Well, someone has to start reviewing for exams in the spring!"

"What makes you think you're the only one?"

Hermione heaved a deep breath, filling her cheeks with air like a chipmunk, and released it in a rush.

"I dunno, Malfoy", she shook her head slowly,"I do spend ninety-five percent of my time with boys who'd go looking for danger rather than learn something."

Draco chuckled, and Hermione smiled. They were silent for a moment.

"Well, what is it, Malfoy?", Hermione finally broke the silence, she seemed to have remembered whom she was speaking with,"Need someone from Gryffindor to dock points off of, huh, oh mighty Inquisitor?" 

She was sneering, Draco had forgotten how often he had betrayed her trust.

A frown pulled his pointed face downwards, and Draco scoffed impatiently.

"If I had the desire to take away your precious house points with the sole excuse being your poor blood status, I would have already."

"How noble of you, Malfoy."

Draco clutched his chest in mock pain at her words.

"Why must you mock my nobility?"

Hermione rolled her eyes aggressively and made to exit the small alcove.

"How dare you", Draco started, trapping her against the cold stone interior wall of the alcove, "how dare you question my intentions, and leave before I've the chance reveal them?"

Hermione had reached for her wand, and held it tightly against his throat before Draco registered the movement of her hand.

"Well, tell me," Hermione seethed,"unless you fancy being owled home to mummy and daddy in pieces, you sadistic prick!"

Draco gulped, and his Adams apple bobbed haphazardly against her wand. Though he would never admit it, Draco was quite aroused in that moment.

He swallowed precariously again, before Draco relented. Looking into Hermione's dark, lovely eyes, he began.

"I've seen you staring, alright. I know you remember what happened that night near the kitchens. Since then, I can't stop thinking about you. Whatever you're doing to me, charming or a potion, stop.

"I can't stand seeing you with that bloody Weasley or even blubbering Potter! I always have to check that you're at meals, and I go mad if you aren't by the lake every afternoon reading. What have you done to me?"

Hermione was in shocked silence. Her eyes were wide as saucers and her mouth was in an 'o' shape. She stuffed her wand back into the folds of her robes, and took three steps back. She never broke speechless eye contact.

"I don't - I dunno..."

Hermione kept spluttering uselessly until Draco seized her tie, pulling her back into his reach.

"Please don't leave, Hermione..."

At Draco's words, her mouth closed and eyes narrowed but she leaned into his touch.

"I don't think I could take it if you left now."

He raised his hand to her cheek and stroked her soft henna hued face with the tips of his pale fingers. Hermione took a very shaky breath.

"I don't think I can leave, not now."

Draco's eyes dipped to her lips, and she shivered with both anticipation and excitement.

Hermione's palms came to rest on his shoulders, pulling Draco closer rather than pushing him away.

Draco's other hand settled on Hermione's hip, as he tilted her chin up so their mouths could meet.

This kiss was better than the first one.

The last had been desperate, hungry given the unfortunate circumstances.

But no, this one was soft and gentle - almost loving.

This kiss meant something - besides an attempt to reclaim freedom - it was more than each of them.

It wasn't mindless snogging between naive lovers.

This was something truly magical - something ancient.

This was true, bountless love.

This was something beyond the comprehension of any moderately talented wizard.

And that was the real reason it was found by two exceptional magical beings, in a small, hidden alcove unseen by all others in the Hogwarts castle.