Dragon's Kiss

One more hour, Hermione thought. Just one more hour. Snape looked up at her.

"Granger," he said silkily. "You are not mixing your wolfsbane and caterpillars correctly. This will make the potion come out wrong. Start over." He turned back to his grading, barely missing the death-glare Hermione shot him, which would surely gain her another hour.

Crap, now I’ll miss seeing Harry at Quidditch practice…and I promised to help Neville with his potions, and Ginny with her Arithmancy, and Ron with his Defense Against the Dark Arts, and there was a prefect meeting and-

A loud knock on the dungeon door interrupted her thoughts. She prayed fervently that it might be McGonagall, coming to see where her favorite prefect and hopefully future head girl was. No such luck.

"Enter!’ Snape called. The door swung open to reveal the last person Hermione wanted to see. A silver-haired, gray-eyed, handsome Slytherin stood in the doorway, his hair looking slightly damp. Hermione guessed that he had just come from Quidditch practice.

"Professor Sprout gave me a detention sir," Malfoy said stiffly, holding out the note. "It’s supposed to be with you." Snape took the note, scanned it quickly, and then balled it up, tossing it into the garbage.

"Alright then. Scrub the cauldrons." Snape turned back to his work.

"Yes, sir," Draco sauntered over to the corner nearest Hermione, where all of the student cauldrons were. It’s just like Snape too, Hermione thought angrily. Giving me the potion to brew and him cleaning. He gets the easy job; they’re mostly clean anyway… Neville had to do it earlier.

"Hey there, Granger." He said, pulling a cauldron over to where stood, doing her best to ignore him. He sat down on one of the stools.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" she snapped, looking up from her chopping.

"Ouch…little touchy are we? Mad because you missed Potty and the Weasel’s Quidditch practice?" Hermione said nothing, grabbing the celery (A/N: What the hell is she making anyway?) and beginning to peel it. "I’d be upset too, if I missed my boyfriend falling getting a concussion because he misjudged the height inside of the Quidditch rings and knocked himself off the broomstick." Hermione went white, but kept up her peeling, knowing he’d tell her unintentionally how Ron was doing. He smiled at her, " Mind passing me that rag?" She grabbed it and threw it his face, hating the way he laughed at her.

"Ah, but down worry Granger, your ickle-Ronniekins will be fine…in about a month." Hermione shook with anger, and fear on Ron’s part. Draco smiled when he saw how white she’d gone, and stood up to go and get another cauldron.

From Snape’s desk came the sound of a grade book snapping shut, and they both looked up to see him standing next to the door, his black cloak already swirling around is shoulders.

"If you two will excuse me, I have a staff meeting to attend to. I will come and get you when it is over, after dinner. Draco, I trust that you will oversee Granger’s work?" The Slytherin nodded. "Good." He ducked his head in a brief nod, and left the room. Hermione’s heart nearly stopped when she heard the grating of a key in the lock, and she realized that he’d locked them in for another two hours.

Draco yawned, and pulled his cauldron back over to where he’d been, taking up the rag again. "So, has he kissed you yet?" he asked, scrubbing away, a lock of silver hair falling into his eyes.

Hermione glared at him. "That’s none of you business." In truth, he hadn’t. They’d come close to it a few times, but each time Ron had pulled away, his ears going red, and tried to talk about the weather. But Draco didn’t need to know any of it. He smirked.

"Hasn’t yet, has he Granger?" he asked, smiling his usual twisted smile. Hermione didn’t look up, but could feel her cheeks burning…with rage or embarrassment she didn’t quite know.

"At least I have a boyfriend!" Hermione snapped.

"Are you accusing me of being gay?" Draco asked. Hermione stared at him. Then she blushed.

"No," she said, trying to keep her cool. He was moving towards her now.

"If that dig was supposed to make me upset because of my lack of girlfriends… don’t think that I can’t have any girl I want in this cursed school." He smile- a predatory smile. ‘Besides…having a girlfriend ties you down." He was now far to close for Hermione’s comfort. "It doesn’t leave you free to do…things." He said the last word a little suggestively, and Hermione was bombarded with thoughts that she really didn’t want…or need.

"What kind of things, Malfoy?" Hermione asked, her voice full of scorn, trying to keep from blushing again.

"This and that," he was standing behind her now, running his finger up and down her arms, whispering in her ear. "Sometimes a little more of this," his fingers found hers, and he caught them. "And sometimes…a little more of that," his other hand traced her lips. Hermione resisted the urge to bite them.

"I see," Hermione’s voice was like ice. " I don’t think Ron would be very-"

"Ron doesn’t need to know," Draco’s whisper sounded close to her neck. "Besides…he’ll be in the hospital wing for month…I told you." His lips dropped, giving her neck a quick and chaste kiss. Hermione whirled around, freeing her fingers from his, and raising her hand to strike him. He caught her hand easily, pulling her roughly towards him. "Don’t fight me, Hermione," he said, his eyes fiery. She looked at him, stared into his eyes. And then he moved forward, capturing his lips with hers.

Fire, anger, heat, hate -and something else entirely- all rolled into one searing kiss. So this is how it feels to kiss a dragon, Hermione thought, her mind scattered. Too soon did Draco pull away, leaving Hermione speechless. In her brief time dating Viktor Krum, her three weeks with Harry, the five dates with Seamus, and then with Ron, Hermione had NEVER been kissed like that. It made her feel…dirty, and yet, fragile and breakable all in one. Draco could break her… also protect her.

She looked at him…there was something in his eyes that she couldn’t quite identify…pity? No, it wasn’t that. It was a sort of respect, a sort of bond that had been created between them by that simple kiss.

He was about to say something when the dungeon door opened and Snape stalked in, followed by a rather harried looking Bill Weasley, who was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Snape tossed his hand in their direction, which Hermione took as a dismissal. Hurriedly she gathered her books, not looking at Draco, and dashed from the room.

Draco collected his things more languidly, thinking about the kiss they’d shared just before Snape had come in. It had meant to be a dig to Weasley, telling him he’d kissed Hermione before he had…it was a perfect plan, Weasley would be mad as hell…but something was different now. They shared something- he and Hermione. Just what he wasn’t quite sure.

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