Dhr // “we can’t be doing this”
Hermione gasped as his lips landed on hers with a force that made her stagger back. His closed mouth pressed hard against hers, unyielding. It was an angry kiss, a turbulent kiss. Malfoy kissed her as if he didn’t want to, as -
Hermione gasped as his lips landed on hers with a force that made her stagger back. His closed mouth pressed hard against hers, unyielding. It was an angry kiss, a turbulent kiss. Malfoy kissed her as if he didn’t want to, as -
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Hermione was frozen in place, unable to breathe, unable to think. She could barely register the fact that Draco Malfoy was kissing her—if you could call it that—in an empty locker room on a deserted lacrosse field, long after the stadium lights -
Then, as suddenly as a storm cloud passes over a sea, his lips softened. He stopped pushing his mouth against hers and started instead to gently, softly, move his lips.
It took her frazzled brain a few seconds to realise that Malfoy had begun kissing her in -
She pushed against him and wrenched herself away, as suddenly as he had first crashed his lips against hers.
“What,” she gasped, “was that?”
Malfoy looked down at her hand, at the palm that was pressed on his bare chest. He was slightly breathless, staring at the -
“I don’t know” he muttered, then raised his eyes to meet hers. His brows were furrowed, his pupils were wide. As he stared at her, something like panic started brewing behind his gray eyes.
Blue, she thought in a haze. He’s got -
She was beginning to feel lightheaded.
Malfoy's eyes dropped to her lips and something like -
She locked her elbow, stopping him mid-motion. Her hand shook and her fingers were slightly clammy on his bare chest, which was rising and falling underneath her palm. She felt like Sisyphus on that -