Drabble: Deep Kiss, Draco/Astoria
Title: Deep Kiss
Pairing: Draco/Astoria
Word Count: 367
Rating: PG-13
AN: For bitchet
During his sixth year at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy didn’t have time for Quidditch. He didn’t have to time to muck around with Blaise and Pansy discussing the best way to harass Potter and his Gryffindor lackeys. And he certainly didn’t have time to politely ask a group of fourth year Slytherin girls to haul their boney arses off the sofas where he, Crabbe, and Goyle usually sat.
Therefore, when he saw Astoria Greengrass, the plainer and more annoying sister of Daphne, sitting in his spot and harping on to her friends about something she knew nothing about he wasn’t in the mood to be civil.
“There is no such thing as an unforgettable kiss. Nobody’s who has ever been kissed more than once remembers what a kiss is like more than five minutes after it’s over.”
“But Astoria, what if it’s a really deep kiss, one that reaches in and touches your soul?” Alice Harper, a mousey little blond asked.
Greengrass waved off the question. “Such kisses don’t exist except in the pages of Muggle romance novels.”
“I don’t know… If they don’t exist how do people ever fall in love?”
Astoria started to speak, but stopped when she noticed Draco standing nearby glaring at her. “Do you have a problem?” she inquired, in the snotty voice of all fourteen year girls who think they have life figured out.
“Yes, I do… you. Get the fuck out of my seat.”
“Bugger off, Malfoy. The common room doesn’t belong to you and your cronies.” Giving him a bitchy smile, she turned back to her friends. “Girls who believe that true love springs from the prefect kiss end up being some wizard’s doormat.”
Before Astoria could expand on her philosophy about kissing, she was jerked from the sofa by Draco. He grasped her by the jaw, forced her lips open, and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. For several seconds, she couldn’t breath, couldn’t move. Her heart was racing, her limbs were numb, and brain completely stopped functioning. By the time he pushed her away, Astoria could only gape at him and watch as he took her seat.
“Now get lost,” he growled, not bothering to look up.
The End
Pairing: Draco/Astoria
Word Count: 367
Rating: PG-13
AN: For bitchet
During his sixth year at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy didn’t have time for Quidditch. He didn’t have to time to muck around with Blaise and Pansy discussing the best way to harass Potter and his Gryffindor lackeys. And he certainly didn’t have time to politely ask a group of fourth year Slytherin girls to haul their boney arses off the sofas where he, Crabbe, and Goyle usually sat.
Therefore, when he saw Astoria Greengrass, the plainer and more annoying sister of Daphne, sitting in his spot and harping on to her friends about something she knew nothing about he wasn’t in the mood to be civil.
“There is no such thing as an unforgettable kiss. Nobody’s who has ever been kissed more than once remembers what a kiss is like more than five minutes after it’s over.”
“But Astoria, what if it’s a really deep kiss, one that reaches in and touches your soul?” Alice Harper, a mousey little blond asked.
Greengrass waved off the question. “Such kisses don’t exist except in the pages of Muggle romance novels.”
“I don’t know… If they don’t exist how do people ever fall in love?”
Astoria started to speak, but stopped when she noticed Draco standing nearby glaring at her. “Do you have a problem?” she inquired, in the snotty voice of all fourteen year girls who think they have life figured out.
“Yes, I do… you. Get the fuck out of my seat.”
“Bugger off, Malfoy. The common room doesn’t belong to you and your cronies.” Giving him a bitchy smile, she turned back to her friends. “Girls who believe that true love springs from the prefect kiss end up being some wizard’s doormat.”
Before Astoria could expand on her philosophy about kissing, she was jerked from the sofa by Draco. He grasped her by the jaw, forced her lips open, and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. For several seconds, she couldn’t breath, couldn’t move. Her heart was racing, her limbs were numb, and brain completely stopped functioning. By the time he pushed her away, Astoria could only gape at him and watch as he took her seat.
“Now get lost,” he growled, not bothering to look up.
The End