Stolen Kiss
Written for the
dramionedrabble Valentine 2008 prompt "Stolen Kisses."
Draco had been hiding in the library for over an hour, and was beginning to think his time had been wasted. For all that she was known for living in the library, Hermione had not yet shown up, and the free time before dinner was almost over. Sighing, he glanced around once more in hopes of seeing her as she walked in, but the library was nearly empty. Only a few studious Ravenclaws were there, heads bent over thick tomes as they read and took notes.
As he closed his eyes, Draco asked himself for the fourth time why he was even hanging around in the Hogwarts’ library, hoping to catch sight of Hermione Granger, whom he didn’t even like. Well, whom he wasn’t supposed to like, according to all the rules and regulations his father seemed so enamoured by, yet always ignored when he wanted his own way.
A thud from behind a bookcase startled him, and he jumped up, immediately alert and interested, though he kept his expression casually bored. Noiselessly stepping to the edge of the bookshelf, he glanced around the corner and had to suppress a grin when he spotted her, a pile of books in one arm as she endeavoured to pick up a book that had apparently fallen from the stack she carried.
Glancing at the volume’s title, he shook his head in disbelief. Only a Muggleborn witch would think to read an ancient book about the women of Avalon and their effect on the fall of Camelot. He’d skimmed it once, but it spent more time detailing the relationships of Morgan la Fey than it did explaining how a group of women could bring down the burgeoning empire of a once-powerful reformed wizard.
He stepped closer, cautiously keeping his movements quiet. When she turned to put the rest of the books down on a shelf, he took a few steps forward and picked up the fallen book. She spun around, surprised, and he smirked as he noticed how wide her eyes were. She opened her mouth to speak, and he saw the expression on her face turn from shock to confusion. Before she could make a sound, he leaned forward, taking her face in his hand as he pressed his lips to hers. He held it for only a moment, long enough to feel the gasp of astonishment she emitted as her lips parted under his. Then, with a caress to her cheek, he moved away.
He placed the book in her hands, then left quickly, turning back once to grin at the look of utter bewilderment on her face. He was unable to understand why he hadn’t figured out before that the only way to quiet a know-it-all was to do something to her that she couldn’t learn from books. Too bad he couldn’t try that in class the next time she was lecturing the teacher.
dramionedrabble Valentine 2008 prompt "Stolen Kisses."
Draco had been hiding in the library for over an hour, and was beginning to think his time had been wasted. For all that she was known for living in the library, Hermione had not yet shown up, and the free time before dinner was almost over. Sighing, he glanced around once more in hopes of seeing her as she walked in, but the library was nearly empty. Only a few studious Ravenclaws were there, heads bent over thick tomes as they read and took notes.
As he closed his eyes, Draco asked himself for the fourth time why he was even hanging around in the Hogwarts’ library, hoping to catch sight of Hermione Granger, whom he didn’t even like. Well, whom he wasn’t supposed to like, according to all the rules and regulations his father seemed so enamoured by, yet always ignored when he wanted his own way.
A thud from behind a bookcase startled him, and he jumped up, immediately alert and interested, though he kept his expression casually bored. Noiselessly stepping to the edge of the bookshelf, he glanced around the corner and had to suppress a grin when he spotted her, a pile of books in one arm as she endeavoured to pick up a book that had apparently fallen from the stack she carried.
Glancing at the volume’s title, he shook his head in disbelief. Only a Muggleborn witch would think to read an ancient book about the women of Avalon and their effect on the fall of Camelot. He’d skimmed it once, but it spent more time detailing the relationships of Morgan la Fey than it did explaining how a group of women could bring down the burgeoning empire of a once-powerful reformed wizard.
He stepped closer, cautiously keeping his movements quiet. When she turned to put the rest of the books down on a shelf, he took a few steps forward and picked up the fallen book. She spun around, surprised, and he smirked as he noticed how wide her eyes were. She opened her mouth to speak, and he saw the expression on her face turn from shock to confusion. Before she could make a sound, he leaned forward, taking her face in his hand as he pressed his lips to hers. He held it for only a moment, long enough to feel the gasp of astonishment she emitted as her lips parted under his. Then, with a caress to her cheek, he moved away.
He placed the book in her hands, then left quickly, turning back once to grin at the look of utter bewilderment on her face. He was unable to understand why he hadn’t figured out before that the only way to quiet a know-it-all was to do something to her that she couldn’t learn from books. Too bad he couldn’t try that in class the next time she was lecturing the teacher.