Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day

Hermione was running away from the great hall with her hands in her eyes; she was wiping the tears when she ran straight into: 'Malfoy! Get out of my way!' she shouted throwing her arms up in fury; her dark, wavy brown hair was soaring about behind her. She had golden brown eyes which were encircled with red rings where she had been rubbing them, lines of mascara were running down her checks marking her tears and her glossy red lips were shaking in anger.

'Now, now, Granger. Come here,' he whispered quietly opening his arms out willingly. 'Come here.' Hermione stopped crying and stood in shock staring into Malfoy's silver eyes. She hesitated before throwing herself at him; swinging her arms around his neck she rested her head on his shoulder. In a moment she was relieved, all the hurt and anger disappeared. She found it hard to come to terms with what she was doing; she was hugging the person she hated the most in Hogwarts, the last person she was not expecting to be affectionate with on Valentine's Day. He rested his hands on her hips and moved them gradually down her body and stopped as they rested securely on her buttocks. She gave a shrill of pleasure to which Malfoy whispered, 'What's wrong, why are you crying?' in an instant the upset and rage flooded back as she thought of Harry shouting at her in front of the whole school; something no other boyfriend would ever think of doing, yet Harry thought he was above everybody else. She explained this to Malfoy.

'I'm here now, don't worry,' Malfoy said as if they had been best friends ever since they met. Hermione lifted her head from his broad shoulder and leaned back supported by Malfoy's big hands holding her buttocks. She slid her hands down from around his neck onto his large strong chest; all the Quidditch training had paid off. Hermione then moved her head towards his face as he did the same. Slowly, very slowly, their lips touched. His warm, moist, soft lips were sending pleasurably shivers down her spine making every little hair stand on end.

'...I can't believe she just got up and ran out, you were right though...' Voices were creeping down the corridor where Hermione and Malfoy stood, they panicked; both reputations at stake. They flung themselves into a door beside them which closed behind them. Hermione fell on top of Malfoy who had tripped up. They both lay staring into each others eyes in silence. She was listening carefully. She could feel his breath on her nose, quick, deep breaths very much like her own.

'Did you hear that as well?' Hermione heard footsteps at the door and a voice she did not recognise.

'Yeah.' Hermione's heart jumped and her breath shook as she heard the familiar voice of her boyfriend, Harry. Malfoy must have noticed this because he wrapped his arms around her; unable to move any other parts of his body and used them to calm her the way he had done a few minutes before. Hermione grew to enjoy this more with each small movement of his hands; she had never felt any thing like it before. 'Must have been a house elf.'

'There are house elves here? Here at Hogwarts? But I thought...' The footsteps faded away, as did the voice.

'I had better...' Hermione began as she got up; she walked across to the door and opened it. She looked back and saw Malfoy lay on the floor with his arms and legs spread across it. She ran back over to him, bent over and gave him a quick soft kiss to which he closed his eyes. Hermione stood up and looked at him, still with his eyes closed, breathing deeply. She finally ran to the door and closed it behind her, she stood leaning against the other side of the door, now breathing very quickly and forcefully.