First Kiss
three months ago
Their friendship had blossomed into something she treasured. His crooked, relaxed smiles something she searched for, like buried treasure. Whatever would cause that smile to appear, she would attempt.
Coffee and scones in the morning. The latest copy of the Prophet already on his desk. Souvenirs from places she traveled.
He would always reward her with one of his lazy smiles. She had always considered herself the people pleasing type. She considered it one of her biggest flaws.
But it was after fighting with Ron, due to his list of everything wrong with her long and ever growing, when she knew the worst of her flaws was one Ron hadn’t listed.
Draco had reached for her hand, for comfort. Electricity sparked between their palms. She was in her chair, he on top of her desk.
“I know what you’re thinking.” She managed to say, her eyes focused on their hands.
“What is that, Granger?”
“I shouldn’t be crying.”
“You should never be crying.” He responded as his eyes lowered to the hands he held in his lap. “I’d rather see you angry than cry.”
She chuckled. One of Draco’s flaws was to find ways antagonize her, to annoy her. It worked, often enough. He just didn’t know that she secretly enjoyed it, enjoyed the challenge. Enjoyed him.
She wiped away her tears and stood, putting her eye level with him. Despite the storm in his eyes, they were gentle as they roamed her face. Ron had never looked at her the way Draco has. And she had never felt more alive than when Draco looks at her. Like she is all there ever was, all he’d ever need.
She felt the breath stutter in her throat when his eyes dipped to her lips.
He turned away, as if catching himself and stared at the wall. She watched his jaw clench, the muscles working as if working out words that might lend them some explanation.
But it was she who needed him. It was impulsive and it was reckless, but everything inside of her was buzzing with manic energy that caused her stomach to twist and tighten.
“Draco,” She whispered. He continued to stare at the wall. “Look at me.” She wished her voice had been more sturdy, more confident. But maybe that wouldn’t have been them. They were real, honest. Her vulnerability was not something she had ever had to hide from him.
Draco’s head finally turned toward her. Slowly and apprehensively.
She was already leaning forward and when he finally turned fully, she pressed her lips to his.
There was no hesitation in his reply. He kissed her with ease. As if they had been doing it their entire lives. Hands in her hair, tilting her face. Tongue slipping in, the kiss deepening.
She finally tasted Draco.
“Hermione,” He sighed into her mouth.
She tasted his breath, his tongue, his lips.
He tasted like hers.