some blue in his eyes. She had been engaged in many a staring contest with Malfoy over the past few weeks but had never noticed the streaks of blue running through the gray before.
She was beginning to feel lightheaded.
Malfoy's eyes dropped to her lips and something like -
She was beginning to feel lightheaded.
Malfoy's eyes dropped to her lips and something like -
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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 -
“We can’t be doing this,” she said quietly, painfully aware of the fact that his lips were only inches away.
She looked at him, at his gray eyes that weren’t really gray, at his full, slightly -
As Hermione stared at him she saw herself reflected in his eyes - she didn’t look so different herself.
Before Hermione knew it her back was against a locker, the metal seeping the warmth from her skin. By contrast, Malfoy’s chest was pressed hard against her, hot to the touch.
If the first kiss was unexpected, then -
The first kiss was a wade into the shallows, a test to see how cold the water -
Hermione found herself thawing, blooming like a moonflower in the evening. Her body sped ahead of her brain, which still couldn’t comprehend the situation in its entirety, and her eyes fluttered closed as she relaxed into the -