Chapter 5 : Chapter 5
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Draco turned toward her, and was struck with weird feelings he couldn't understand.
'She's beautiful' He thought.
She was wearing the same honey gold skirt and teel shirt as before, but now her hair was down and her feet were bare. Draco noticed that the color of the skirt was the exact same color as her eyes, and that her hair was long, flowing down her shoulders and waves, and stopped at her elbows. Her feet were rather smalland were sinking into the plush carpet which made her look shorter than she really was but powerful as well. Her eyes sparkled with mischeif but also with annoyance, as if she didn't want him there.
'She probably doesn't want me here.' He thought sadly. 'she was probably reading a book.' He sighed to himself and said, "I'd like to talk to you about what happened earlier between me, you, and my Father."
"Very well then." She said as she swiftly at down.
Draco followed suit and said, "I hope that you will reconsider about selling the house. We will pay you whatever you want and we won't destroy it or anything like that. We'll keep it clean and will gladly keep the servents if you don't want to employ them at your new home."
They sat there for a full minute before hermione said, "No."
"What?!" He screamed with plain shock written all over his face. He stood uo to where he was towering over her.
"N-O. No. It's not that hard to understand." She slowly said as she stood. she looked straight into his eyes as she finished. " The house is mine and I wish to keep it. I don't care about money and as fot the servents you would probably treat them like you used to treat Dobby."
he stared at her. "How do you know about Dobby?"
She smiled sweetly. " Because Harry was the one who tricked your Father into dismissing him."
He stared at her in disbelief. Then his normaly pale face grew red with anger. "Potter was the one who dismissed my servant?!?!" He screamed.
"Don't shout in my home Mr.Malfoy." Hermione said quietly, but the authority was easy to notice.
"This house should belong to my family you filthy muggle-lover. You should still be a little mudblood who spends all her time reading and hanging out with bloody Saint Potter and bloody Weasel." He said.
Hermione's anger grew as she stepped closer to him and yelled, "Don't talk about Harry and ron liket hat you disgusting little ferret. They're better people than you or your father will ever be."
He stepped closer to her until they were only an inch apart and they could feel each others breath. He leaned down until his face was almost touching hers. "potter and Weasel are idiots, and that's all they'll ever be. Potter might be the-boy-who-lived and Weasel might be his friend but they're nothing. Without his fame Potter would be just a normal idiot and weasel is poor, so he is just dirt."
"I said don't talk about them like that!" She screamed at him.
"Make me." he said.
Hermione raised her hand to slap him but he caught her wrist before she could. Se tried with her other hand but he grabbed that one too and pulled to him until they were touching.
"Now what are you going to do, Snape?" He saied tontingly.
Hermione stared at him then did something neither of them expected.
She stood on her tippy toes and pressed her lips to his.
Draco stood still for a few seconds until he reacted. He dropped her wrists and slid his hands around her waist. One of his hands slid up her back to the back of her neck. It then curled around her neck and held her head in place and he pressed his lips to hers.
Hermione's hands slid up his back to his head where they tangled into his hair urging him closer.
Draco slid his tongue through his lips to hers where he begged for entress. She granted him entress and their kiss grew deeper.
After a few minutes they pulled apart, gasping for breath, but still holding onto each other.
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