FIC: Taste of Strawberries 1/1, FR13, Hermione/Draco
Title: Taste of Strawberries
Author: Sweetness (aaronlisa@gmail.com)
Rating: FR13
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and company.
Prompts: n/a
Notes: Set during an AU Year Six.
Summary: Her lips taste of fresh strawberries and it amazes him.
Her lips taste of fresh strawberries and it amazes him because he never thought that kissing a mudblood would be so enjoyable. He softened the kiss in response to the sweet taste of her lips and he drags his tongue against her lips, hoping that she’ll open her mouth. He can’t remember how this all started, except he has the vague memory of trying to teach her a lesson. He pulls back with what he hopes is a charming smile on his face, only to find that she is anything but pleased with the kiss that they just shared. Before he can say anything or do anything, her hand is connecting with his left cheek.
“How dare you Malfoy!” Hermione snarled in anger.
“You stupid little mudblood.”
”Don’t even think it,” Hermione threatened as she pulls out her wand before he can even reach his. The point cuts into his throat as she gives him a feral smile before speaking again, “Unless you want to relive your experience as a ferret again, that is.”
”Get out of here,” Malfoy snarled in reply.
She gives him an appraising look before she turns on her heel and walks away, surprising him with her braveness. He knows that Potter and Weasley wouldn’t be so brave in her place; then again he doubts that they’d ever be in the same situation as she just was. He can’t help but wonder just how he got them into the situation; everything seemed to have happened so fast. One moment he’d been snarling in her face and the next he had captured her lips with his own. As she gives him one final sneer from the top of the stairs, he’s tempted to rush after her and to apologize. But the fact that he’s the son of a Death Eater and she’s Potter’s best friend, holds him back. He doesn’t regret that he kissed her but he knows that nothing will ever come out of it because nothing can ever come out of it. He licks his lower lip and hopes that it was just some sort of temporary insanity that had overcome him.
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Author: Sweetness (aaronlisa@gmail.com)
Rating: FR13
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and company.
Prompts: n/a
Notes: Set during an AU Year Six.
Summary: Her lips taste of fresh strawberries and it amazes him.
Her lips taste of fresh strawberries and it amazes him because he never thought that kissing a mudblood would be so enjoyable. He softened the kiss in response to the sweet taste of her lips and he drags his tongue against her lips, hoping that she’ll open her mouth. He can’t remember how this all started, except he has the vague memory of trying to teach her a lesson. He pulls back with what he hopes is a charming smile on his face, only to find that she is anything but pleased with the kiss that they just shared. Before he can say anything or do anything, her hand is connecting with his left cheek.
“How dare you Malfoy!” Hermione snarled in anger.
“You stupid little mudblood.”
”Don’t even think it,” Hermione threatened as she pulls out her wand before he can even reach his. The point cuts into his throat as she gives him a feral smile before speaking again, “Unless you want to relive your experience as a ferret again, that is.”
”Get out of here,” Malfoy snarled in reply.
She gives him an appraising look before she turns on her heel and walks away, surprising him with her braveness. He knows that Potter and Weasley wouldn’t be so brave in her place; then again he doubts that they’d ever be in the same situation as she just was. He can’t help but wonder just how he got them into the situation; everything seemed to have happened so fast. One moment he’d been snarling in her face and the next he had captured her lips with his own. As she gives him one final sneer from the top of the stairs, he’s tempted to rush after her and to apologize. But the fact that he’s the son of a Death Eater and she’s Potter’s best friend, holds him back. He doesn’t regret that he kissed her but he knows that nothing will ever come out of it because nothing can ever come out of it. He licks his lower lip and hopes that it was just some sort of temporary insanity that had overcome him.
**END**