Married To Malfoy?!?!

Chapter 5

Her mind spun wildly with some way to get out of this delicate situation when his lips hit hers and everything ground to an abrupt halt.

Fire ran through her body as she pulled him against her with a sigh.

Draco took the opportunity, moving to explore the depths of her mouth with a thoroughness she thought might kill her.

In the back of her mind, something nagged persistently, some reason this shouldn't happen, but she ignored it, the sudden, overwhelming pleasure driving her actions as her tongue twined with Malfoy's.

Malfoy!

Her eyes snapped open and she pushed against him insistently, the roaring in her ears coming into focus as he pulled back immediately, pulling upright as their classmates cheered wildly at the display.

House rivalry aside, it wasn't often two 'former enemies' made out in front of everyone. In actuality, no one made out in front of everyone. Except Pansy. But nothing she did counted.

Blaise Zabini smirked from the Slytherin table. "How much do we owe you?"

Draco raised his eyebrow at the question and turned to Hermione. "Have you ever noticed anything different about Zabini?"

"Ambiguous sexuality?" Hermione smiled, "Yeah."

"We'll let it pass this time," Draco smirked back at his fellow Slytherin, "You just keep saving up for that gender clarification potion Madame Pomfrey keeps promising."

Hermione smirked. She'd always wanted to comment…it was nice Draco was on the same wavelength…

Bloody hell! She turned to him in shock. They couldn't have formed any kind of…connection…could they?

It was just a kiss for show, Hermione told herself. His skill in the area in question had nothing to do with any fleeting moment of camaraderie.

The newest Mrs. Malfoy was a DAMN good kisser.

Draco grinned to himself. He couldn't believe Potter had passed that up. Stupid prat. Honestly.

But alas, to the victor go the spoils.

He was aware Hermione probably considered tonight's little show an end to their public snogging. Indeed, perhaps their snogging in general.

Such innocence really was rather adorable.

Pansy watched the public display of saliva with absolute distaste.

Looking away, nauseas, she encountered the gaze of one, Harry Potter, similarly green, though the girl next to him cheered with abandon.

One of the Weasley brood, obviously. Stupid Gryffndor bitch.

The whole world had gone crazy over the summer. Even Crabbe and Goyle were cheering for their idol as he searched for buried treasure somewhere in the mudblood's…toes, by the looks of things.

She could just feel her lunch rising back up her throat.

How could Draco possibly be interested in that stupid little know it all?

"How can she be stupid and a know it all?" Crabbe asked, blinking blankly.

"Shut up," Pansy snapped.

"But you asked…"

"Just SHUT UP," she hissed, cursing herself for speaking her thoughts aloud.

He'd miss her, she'd make sure of that. Draco would regret the day he turned down Pansy Parkinson.

"Not by the looks of things," Goyle frowned.