Draco nodded approvingly and gave her a warm smile as he began to quote. “Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they’ll blight you — they’ll damn you. You loved me — then what right had you to leave me?”
Hermione was speechless.
She suddenly rose an eyebrow. “Are you asking for a kiss, Malfoy?”
He shrugged and smirked. “I would never.”
"Never?" She asked tensed and focused on his expression. Her heart was pounding, her eyes staring him down.
He shrugged and smiled crooked. Hermione wrinkled her nose and tried to regain her composure.
"Why should I?" He finally asked bemused.
"I…I don’t know," she stuttered and dropped her gaze quickly. Draco watched a hint of a blush appear on her cheeks and he laughed.
Short scenarios began to play themselves out in her mind; how would he approach her once he found the courage? What could be possibly said to accurately express how she was feeling? How would he respond to her in return?
"What are you thinking about?" He asked, his grin growing bigger. Hermione moved her gaze back to his face and smiled gently but shook her head.
He knew then that one part of Hermione actually wanted him to come closer and kiss her. When did that happen? When did she become somehow attracted to him? She was breathing hard, not able to take her eyes of his face. She bit her lower lip and watched him sitting just a few inches away from him. Draco groaned quietly. Why hadn’t he ever realized before how inviting and torturous this lip biting thing was?
And without thinking about anything else, he moved closer to her to crush her lips against hers.
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