Chapter 1 : Double Chocolate Fudge Lip-Gloss
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I sighed and shook my head. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” I said miserably. It was true, he wouldn’t believe me, even though we’d been best mates our entire lives. In fact, he’d probably think I was insane, which I just might be. Crap.
“Just tell me,” he whined, giving me the look he had always used on his mother when we were kids and broke the cookie jar trying to get cookies. “Please?”
“Fine. I kissed Hermione Granger. Twice. But I didn’t mean to! It was the only way I could- Ugh, never mind!”
Blaise stared at me for a minute and I stared back. Finally he opened his mouth but all that came out was a squeak.
“Blaise, stop acting like a moron!” I snapped. I was too busy mourning the new revelation that I had had.
“You kissed bushy-haired, buck-toothed, know-it-all, Head Girl Granger? Twice?!” He looked at me in a sort of horrified awe. Really, it’s not that bad...
What?! Of course it was bad. Bloody hell, she’s a-a...
Dammit, I can’t even call her foul names in my head anymore!
“I do not like her,” I said aloud, in a very calm voice. “At all. Nope. Even though we’re both Heads and live together and we’re both beautiful and smart–”
I felt my eyes widened as I realized what had just come out of my mouth. “Dammit!” I yelled.
Blaise coughed to cover-up his snigger. Trying to keep a straight face, he asked, “How did it all start?”
I moaned and covered my face with my hands. “I-We accidently ran into each other in the hall and accidently kissed. And, well, you see, it’s all her fault.”
“That you kissed?” he asked, looking confused.
“No, you twit!” I scowled. “What resulted from that accidental kiss was all her fault.”
“Why? What happened?” Now he sounded curious. Great, just what I needed. A curious and brilliant guy who loves to play matchmaker wanting to know the whole story.
“Her lip-gloss!” I exploded. “It’s just so-so... addicting! I’ll start at the beginning...”
Earlier That Day
I was walking down the corridor, on my way to Transfinguration when I caught sight of myself in the window. I paused for a moment, to fix my hair. I then continued on my way, still staring at my handsome face in the windows when someone ran into me and knocked me to the ground. The next thing I knew, I was staring into adorable- no I did not just think that- plain brown eyes and a pair of delicious lips on my own.
That’s were the problem started. Her lip-gloss was intoxicating. It tasted like chocolate, sweet and tantalizing and just so delicious! I wanted to keep on kissing her, which I did. Really, if that lousy Weasel hadn’t interrupted, I would’ve snogged her senseless. He literally pulled her off of me and by the time I had gotten up they were gone.
So I smacked myself on the head for having such inappropriate thoughts, along with inappropriate fantasies, and continued on my way to class. Upon entering, late I might add, I was stuck sitting beside Pansy and diagonally behind Hermione- er, Granger, I mean.
And as McGonagall continued her boring lecture, my gaze started wandering. It wandered for a full five seconds before landing on those plump, luscious lips. I licked my lips, remembering their taste, the sweet sweet taste of chocolate and sugar and I found myself wanting more. Much more, in fact. Enough to almost make me stand up and walk over to her and kiss her in front of everyone!”
“But, you didn’t, right?” asked Blaise, throughly enjoying my story and misery.
“You were there too, you dim-witted twit!”
“Oh yeah... Anyway, continue...”
All day, all I could think about was the taste of her lips- er, lip-gloss. Right after Herbology, I ran into her again.
“‘Scuse me, Malfoy,” she said, trying to walk by me. I stood, frozen to the spot. She looked at me impatiently, and bit her lip.
That’s what did it. She opened her mouth to say something and I just couldn’t take it anymore.
So I kissed her.
Well, I suppose snogged would be more accurate. Either way, it was heaven. It took me a few minutes to realize she was kissing me back. I didn’t care though, as long as that sweet chocolatey taste was mine.
And it was, for a few more minutes, until the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Annoy interrupted us. She really needs new friends...
Anyway, her lips were forcibly removed from mine and with a little wave, she left. A few third years giggled and I realized I had been staring at her with my lips still in kissing position, a sad puppy dog look on my face and a little drool on my mouth. Hastily, I wiped my mouth and strutted to the dungeons.
“Where you started moaning and groaning and I found you in the fetal position on the floor of our dorm looking like you were in total agony,” concluded Blaise. I nodded. “You know,” he continued, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes, “I think she planned it.”
I laughed. “Right and Harry Potter isn’t gay.”
“Exactly!” he beamed. “Hermione Granger is obviously in love with you and Harry Potter is currently dating Ginny Weasley, who is a girl.”
“So,” I muttered, “you could still be wrong.”
“Do you want me to be wrong?”
The question took me by surprise. Did I want him to be wrong? I could care less about Harry bleepin’ Potter, but did I actually want Hermione Granger to be in love with me?
She had turned beautiful over the summer, long legs, a dazzling smile, wavy brown hair that took on a reddish tint in the afternoon sun... Not to mention she was smart and witty. After all, she did normally win the insult battles we had...
“No,” I said quietly. Blaise cupped a hand to his ear and leaned forward.
“I didn’t hear you.”
“No,” I said, a little louder.
“What was that?”
“NO!” I yelled, jumping up off the couch.
“Why?” he asked patiently.
“Because I’m in love with Hermione Granger!” I shouted.
He stared at me. “Wow,” he chuckled, “I didn’t think you were that far in. Merlin, Draco! I only thought you had a crush on her! I didn’t actually think you were in love with the chick.”
“Yeah, well...” I mumbled, trying to think of a good insult and excuse. I gave up and sighed. “Just tell me what to do next.”
“Like I said before, she must’ve planned it all. I bet she put a spell on her lip-gloss so that when she ran into you and ‘accidentally’ kissed you, you’d want more. And you did, right?”
“Yes,” I answered, beginning to understand.
“And the second time, when you kissed her on PURPOSE, she didn’t even pull away or freak out! At all!”
“You’re right!” I exclaimed. Wow, never thought I’d say that... “So, what do I do?”
“What do you think you should do?”
Hermione Granger sat down at the Gryffindor table for dinner and started filling up her plate. Her mind was running wildly, had her plan worked? She liked Draco Malfoy. Ever since she had punched him in third year, although she didn’t really know why. They had been civil towards each other this year since they were both Heads and she had casually dropped hints on how she was single and she had even flirted a little.
And of course, he was too thick to notice.
A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she remembered her plan. She had put an addicting spell on her favourite double chocolate fudge lip-gloss and had ‘accidentally’ run into him on purpose. It had worked, at least, for a little while. He had kept on staring at her, well, her lips, and had even kissed her again! She sighed outwardly. The spell had worn off about an hour ago so there was no chance that he would want to kiss her again. Oh well, it had been wonderful while it lasted. She was so caught up in her own sadness that she did not notice the startled gasps of nearby students as someone slid in beside her.
“Still wearing that lip-gloss Granger?” asked an amused voice.
Hermione jerked her head and her jaw dropped. “M-Malfoy?”
“You are very smart witch,” the blonde said, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him, “very smart. I never would’ve thought that you would do something so... so daring! Quite Slytherin of you, I might add. And very attractive.”
Hermione blushed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she replied.
He quirked a perfect blonde eyebrow. “Right and Harry Potter isn’t gay.”
“Hey!” Harry cried, from farther down the table. “I’m not gay!”
“I’d say,” his girlfriend sniggered.
Draco rolled his eyes. “Anyway, your little... spell made me realize-,”
“Oi!” yelled Blaise from the Slytherin table, looking ridiculous with a pair of Extendable Ears on. “I helped too!”
“Whatever! Anyway, as I was saying, your little spell made me realize that I was in love with you.”
Hermione’s eyes widened. “R-Really? Are you sure you’re not just in love with my lip-gloss?” She giggled slightly even though she was hoping that what he had said was true.
“Yes,” he answered, chuckling softly, “I’m in love with you and not that damn addicting lip-gloss of yours. Although,” he considered thoughtfully, “it wouldn’t hurt if you wore it when we went out. Then again, I’ll want to snog you whether you’re wearing it or not.”
“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”
“Are you sure?”
“Honest and truly?”
“Because I’m in love with you, Hermione Granger!” he shouted. Blaise and Hermione burst into laughter and winked at one another from across the room. Draco noticed and let his head fall onto the table.
“You both planned this, didn’t you?” he muttered, loud enough for her to hear.
“Yes and it worked, didn’t it?”
He mumbled something incoherent. “What was that?” Hermione asked curiously. He lifted his head and stared solemnly into her brown eyes.
“My best friend and my arch-nemesis made me be addicted to a double chocolate fudge lip-gloss so that I would realize I was in love with said arch-nemesis and ask her to be my girlfriend.”
“Uh huh. Something wrong with that?”
“Nope. Just checking.” He grinned at her and kissed her for the third time that day. And he enjoyed it even more than when she had been wearing the addicting double chocolate fudge lip-gloss.
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