| Puffskein
Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: trying to stay away
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Elizabeth Brecker
Fifth | 
thanks you guys!!! im glad you like it!! its been a while, so here's the next chappie! there's only one more after this folks! thanks to everyone whose stuck with me for this one!i love you all!!!
hope you guys like this chappie, enjoy!!! and tell me what you think!
~lizzie
The temptation to close my eyes at the absolute bliss that swept over my being was overwhelming, but the desire to keep staring into those eyes that were mere centimeters from my own, that were so side with surprise and sparkling with a sprinkling of unexpected delight, was somehow stringer. My left arm was still gripping the soaked clothing around her waist. My right hand had tangled itself in the drenched mess of her long hair, pressing, with gradually more pressure, her head towards mine, in desperation of getting as much of that heavenly chapstick as possible. And though her brown eyes had widened many times their normal size, I was startled (and I’ll admit a part of me was extremely pleased,) that she hadn’t pulled away. Nor had she pushed me away, though she was completely in the position to do so; her arms were caught between us as she had instinctively thrust them forward when I had suddenly pulled her towards me, her hands resting on my shoulders. I watched as she let her eyelids fall slowly down, covering the heavenly swirls of earth that were perfect windows to her emotions. With no pools to gaze into, my eyes quickly gave in to that underlying temptation to close my own eyes and relish the joy of the chapstick.
Yet, the longer I held her and kept my lips on hers, the more my mind grew to love not only the remedying chapstick, but the mere sensation of the kiss. Girlfriends had been out of the question these past two years; no sane girl wanted to snog her boyfriend in private and see him with another girl in public. I had pretty much given up that aspect of my social life when I agreed to help Blaise out. The only lips I had ever felt against my own in these past couple of years were Pansy’s – we both hated the feeling. She because she was in love with Blaise. I because I could not stand the girl and frankly she wasn’t that good of a kisser. I don’t know how Blaise could stand those secret passionate snogging-in-a-broomcloset sessions they frequently had. Now, a secret passionate snogging session in a dark secluded broom cupboard for an extremely long period of time with these lips sounded quite appealing. The prospect of feeling her actually participate and not just have a one-sided kiss excited the half of my mind that was pleased by the simple fact that she hadn’t pushed me away. The rational portion of my mind pushed a thought into the disorganized mess of chaos – She’s probably just in shock…Don’t fool yourself into believing she’s enjoying it as much as you are… Remember… she hates you. That thought depressed my joy and I slowly pulled away, though I kept my left arm around her waist, holding her captive, my right hand sunk in the ocean of wet curls layering over the back of her head. I could feel her hands relax on my shoulders, but I was still afraid that if I opened my eyes I’d see her frozen in fear or shock. Slowly, I let my eyelids start to flicker open, only to find her relaxed eyes still hidden behind her eyelids, a slight smile resting on her face. I felt confused, yet overjoyed, when she opened her eyes and remained smiling.
“Oh. I guess I do still have some, don’t I?” she whispered quietly, the only reason I could even hear her was because the protected air around us was so still.
Though my mind was still processing all this unexpected information, my body began to react without its permission. My head leaned back down towards her lips, when she spoke again.
Head tilted up towards mine, eyes threateningly close, hands still resting on my shoulders, her calm voice questioned, “What are you doing Malfoy?”
Unfazed, I whispered into her ear, “More.” Both of us knew – and denied the fact – that I wasn’t talking about the chapstick my lips were screaming for. Yet, something was troubling her, my blurry mind could sense that much from the look in her eyes, underneath the euphoria and resulting confusion was a definite sense of concern.
“We... we can’t... it doesn’t make any sense... no one would believe it... much less accept it... and what would Ron and Harry say? And you – you have Pansy. She’s your girlfriend friend for Merlin’s sake…” she protested, still dazed and hardly paying any attention to the words coming out of her own mouth until she realized what she said. Her eyes grew wide and she pulled away slightly. Her hands pushed against my chest, sliding her way out of my arms until my hands gently rested on the curve of her hips. “Yeah. You have a girlfriend! I can’t believe you would be so evil as t–” she paused mid-sentence, tilting her head to the side in confusion as I laughed softly.
“Pansy isn’t my girlfriend! She and Blaise have been at it sinc–“ I too left my sentence unfinished as my own eyes grew wide, horrified at what I had just unveiled.
Hermione, although confused at this new piece of information that went against what she had heard for the past couple of years, relaxed back into his comforting arms.
“Oh, you so aren’t getting out of telling me this story, mister.” She smiled broadly at his dripping wet face.
Shaking my head, I protested, “I can’t. Blaise would kill me. Anyways, it’s sort of… complicated…”
She brought her finger to my lips, stopping them, before speaking.
“For some bizarre reason, it doesn’t matter to me right now. I’m feeling uncharacteristically-un-me-ish.”
Her gaze darkened for a moment. “So you’re not seeing her?” she questioned.
I shook my head.
“You’ve been pretending all these years?”
I nodded.
She smiled again. “Well, then,” she slid the hands that had pushed my chest away up and around my shoulders, locking her fingers behind my neck. Her head tilted ever so slightly, growing closer and closer until her breath tickled my ear.
“I promise not to tell,” she whispered.
Smiles covered both of our faces as I ran my hands up her back and returned to her soft, wet locks. When I gently brought her lips back to mine, she immediately let her eyes flutter closed. This second kiss lasted for barely a second, simply a soft whisper of a kiss, when I murmured against her, “Thank you.”
We parted again, arms still wrapped around each other, too content at the moment to give up the amazing feeling of holding each other quite yet.
Her soft giggle broke the comfortable silence. My gaze must have revealed my wonder of what she was finding so funny because she explained while reaching her hand up to brush away some of the wet hair that had plastered itself to my forehead.
“Your lips are still in need of some serious chapstick.”
Smiling I pulled her closer to me and rubbed my hands up and down softly. “Well, it’s a good thing I have myself an endless supply now, isn’t it??”
She smiled back, but the corners of her mouth seemed to drop for a moment, a shadow of sadness appearing in her eyes.
“What’s the matter?” I prodded, my own smiling fading.
“Well,” her eyes drifted, not meeting my own, “I know I said I’d give you time... and I will. But… how long?”
“Me and Blaise can talk it out. Pansy and I’ll stage a break-up or something,” I grinned again, “It’ll be fun.”
She laughed and the shadow in her eyes disappeared, “Well, in that case... I think we may have a deal.”
“Good,” I leaned in closer, until my mouth was hovering by her ear. “Cause I think I may just need some more chapstick later today.”
She seemed surprised, but didn’t pull away. I took it as a good sign. “I hear we have a trip to Hogsmead this afternoon. Is this true Miss Know-It-All?”
She smiled a little, catching on.
“I believe so, Mr. Malfoy.”
I scrunched up my nose and let my grin morph into a grimace.
“You know, you’re gonna have to start calling me Draco.”
“Only if you call me Hermione.
We both thought about it in silence.
“Give it time,” she suggested. I nodded earnestly.
We turned, releasing each other from our embrace, but locking hands.
“Care to return for breakfast?”
It was still snowing, but neither of them particularly cared. They laughed and chatted as they trudged through the snow, separating only at the Great Hall, promising to meet up at Hogsmead later that afternoon. As they ate breakfast, neither of them could resist sharing secret glances and smiles. It was quite the eventful morning.
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