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Chapter 8 : Sparks Erupt
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“I told you, I was invited, I was just late in setting out,” Draco said through gritted teeth, a blunt lie. He had been to the Room of Requirement, and had stupidly chosen to go without an accomplice, for both Crabbe and Goyle were put in detention by Snape.
Speak of the devil.
Filch had dragged him by the ear, and they were now facing Snape, Slughorn, Lovegood, and – Potter.
Filch went on ranting, telling the group on how he’d found Draco – blah,blah, causing the boy to admit that he was planning to gatecrash, though that was not true. Draco saw anger and – fright? On Snape’s face.
To Draco’s surprise, Slughorn decided to let him stay during the party, to which Draco has composed his face into a smile, while he saw Snape’s face turn blankly inscrutable. Draco noticed Potter staring at him, making the boy conscious. Draco thanked the Professor who let him stay at the party, only to be whisked away by Severus Snape.
Snape dragged Draco out of the room, taking large strides, music and laughter booming behind them.
“This way Draco,” hissed Snape as he led him into the last classroom down the corridor.
“What do you want?” he sneered, not showing respect to the teacher he once sucked up to.
The greasy-hair teacher then began reprimanding Draco, telling him that he couldn’t afford “mistakes” to which Draco saw Snape’s black eyes bore into his own.
“For the last time, I didn’t do it okay? That Bell girl must’ve had an enemy no one knows about – don’t look at me like that! I know what you’re doing, I’m not stupid, but it won’t work – I can stop you!”*
Clear your mind of all thought Draco, clear your mind...
There was a pause before Snape acknowledged out loud that Aunt Bellatrix has been teaching him Occlumency, which was true of course, his lessons had begun immediately over the summer once the Dark Lord had proclaimed his task. Bellatrix was quite keen to teach him Occlumency, for she did not trust Snape.
Then the Professor continued berating him on how he is trying to hide things from his master to which Draco retorted that he just didn’t want Snape butting in.
Snape proceeded with blackmailing Draco about his failed attempts to come to his office, to which Malfoy jeered that if Snape was so intent upon it, he should put him in detention, report him to Dumbledore.
Snape lowered his voice and said, “Listen to me; I am trying to help you. I made the Unbreakable Vow, Draco –"**
“Looks like you’ll have to break it, then, because I don’t need your protection! It’s my job, he gave it to me, and I’m doing it, I’ve got a plan and it’s going to work, it’s just taking bit longer than I thought it would! I’ve got other people on my side, better people! You want to steal my glory!”**
Snape had just started on how he, Draco, was behaving childishly, when Malfoy flung the door open, walked down the corridor, past Slughorn’s office, around the corner and out of sight. He had just looked up from his feet and saw that he wasn’t alone in the corridor. Hermione stood in front of a trophy case, looking at her reflection he assumed, as she tied her curly hair in a knot.
He cleared his throat to make his presence known. Draco saw her jump, startled, as she turned to look at him.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hi,” she replied timidly, as she tried to look anywhere but him, while he stared at her.
“Want to sit down?” he asked, feeling nervous himself.
“You want to sit down? With me?” she questioned softly.
“Yeah. Here – I know of a place,” he responded, guiding her to a wooden plank. “One sec,” he said, hoisting up the plank and moving it aside, only to reveal a small archway. Draco led Hermione into the place, which turned out to be a small room. With a flick of his wand, Draco lit the vicinity.
“What is this place?”
“Somewhere I found,” he said simply, though the real answer was that this was the place where Pansy regularly snogged him in his fifth year.
Hermione nodded silently, and an awkward pause filled the air.
“So, um, did you enjoy the party?” he asked uneasily. He was not one for small talk.
“Yes,” she said quickly.
Draco raised an eyebrow at her.
“Fine, no I didn’t. It was lousy.”
“Did you enjoy Filch?” she asked, smirking.
“Not in the slightest,” he said, grinning, glad their conversation was becoming more open.
“You still haven’t eaten yet,” she whispered quietly, her eyes quickly filling with tears, taking Draco aback.
“Granger – Hermione...” he began, as his hand made its way on her soft cheek, wiping a wet drop. The tear was long gone, but Draco let his hand linger. He couldn’t get enough of her.
“I’m sorry, the slightest of things set me off these days... It’s quite unlike me actually.”
“Yeah, but, you have to admit that you’re crazy no matter what,” he teased.
Hermione rolled her eyes, and gasped in mock surprise, “You did not just say that to me, Draco Malfoy!” she said dramatically.
“I think I just did Miss Granger,” he wheezed in laughter.
Hermione play-shoved him gently, but Draco was laughing so hard he actually fell over the stool he was sitting on. Both of them began laughing to the point there were tears in their eyes, until Hermione offered her hand to Draco, which he gladly accepted.
As their hands met, a tingling spark erupted through every cell in their body.
Draco’s gray eyes browsed Hermione’s chocolate brow ones, and Draco knew that right then, he would get to do what he had wanted to do for so long.
He began walking towards her, who in return walked backwards; away from him. Soon there was nowhere to go and Draco had Hermione backed up to the wall, he put his hands on the wall next to her, boxing her in. He simply looked at her, taking in her beautiful face, her smell; a fusion of coconut and orange, her little ears that were turning redder by the second. His hand made its way to her hair as he took away the clamp that held her hair up, bushy curls falling gracefully on her shoulders.
Draco leaned his face closer to hers, his lips barely skimming Hermione’s. He pulled back to see her reaction. Her eyes were filled with hunger and kept on looking back to his lips.
He leaned in again.
“Malfoy... No...” But that wasn’t true, she wanted it, and Draco knew it.
He started slowly, his tongue working gently against hers. It lasted of vanilla, and Draco couldn’t get enough of it. His tongue grazed her bottom lip, and he slyly bit it, making a moan escape from Hermione. She threw her baby soft hands on his neck, her fingers gently caressing his nape that drove him crazy, as his own hands moved to her back and hair.
Bushy curls entwined in his fingers just as he imagined it, Draco let out a moan he had been holding back. He couldn’t control it anymore. They began kissing furiously, lips moving well – perfect even – against each other. Draco gently pulled back as he needed to breathe. Hermione Granger, where in the world have you learned to kiss like that?
“I’ve been wanting to do that all week,” he said, his fingers still making lazy circles on her arm.
“Me too,” she sighed, her face red, lips swollen.
Draco bent down and picked up the clamp that lay forgotten, and gave it to her, “Here. You look better without it though.”
A silence filled the room, which was broken by what Hermione said next.
“The others will be out soon,” she said half-heartedly.
“Then you better be going,” he replied.
“Yeah,” she said, as she turned out of the room, Draco following her.
Draco had just finished putting the wooden plank back, that as he turned around, Hermione was leaving. The boy watched silently as she walked down. Hermione then came to a stop. She looked both ways, and practically threw herself into Draco’s arms. Grinning he hugged her back and smelt her coconut and orange scented hair.
“Have a good Christmas Draco,” she said, her face still buried in his chest.
“Merry Christmas Hermione,” he half moaned. She broke away from him again, gave him a peck on the cheek that made him flush, and left the boy again, his heart racing.
* Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Page 322 U.S. Edition by J.K. Rowling
** Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Page 323 U.S. Edition by J.K. Rowling
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