"Oh, shit."
They just stared at each other, Hermione blushing and Draco wide-eyed.
"What did you just say?" Draco asked, recovering first.
"Uhm, uhh... nothing! Nothing at all!" Hetherrmione exclaimed, blushing further.
Draco suddenly smirked, and crept closer to Hermione. She watched him shuffle closer... slowly... seductively...
Wah! Bad thoughts, Hermione! Bad! You don't like the ferret boy!
Admit it, he's hot! Freaking hot, at that!
Shut up, will you! He's not hot, he's just... well, uh, fit.
Yeah, right! He's insanely hot! And SEXY! And soooooo YUMMY!
Well, I suppose so, but I don't like him!
Yeah, keep telling yourself that, sister. It's only yourself whom you're fooling.
All right, all right! I like him! I bloody LIKE the sexy ferret! HAPPY?
I sure am. :D
While Hermione was having an internal battle with herself, Draco creeped closer to her. Too close to be deemed acceptable in public. In fact, so close that anybody would be creeped out. It was really surprising that Hermione didn't notice it.
"Hermione..." he whipered seductively.
Hermione jumped and faced Draco. And because they were so close to each other, their lips accidentally met.
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Locked Up
Teen FictionDraco and Hermione returned for their 8th year. It all started during Potions. Ginny and Blaise seemed to be planning something, and suddenly, Hermione and Draco found themselves stuck inside a broom closet! Very funny, I promise!
