Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Passing Notes ❯ Kisses And A Watchful Eye ( Chapter 6 )

I walked into the Slytherin common room; my mood higher than it had been in months. Hermione could always do that to me. No matter what I always felt better when I left her. And kissing her today had been something I had missed since the first time it happened.

I smiled as I thought of what had happened after I kissed her. She was the first to pull back, refusing to meet my gaze. I had no idea what she was thinking but I was sure she had many things running through her mind. As for me, my mind was blank: all I could think about was how amazing she felt in my arms. I don't know what possessed me to make such a bold move as to approach her and steal her away. But at this moment that didn't matter, nothing mattered except that I was here, and I had kissed Hermione once again.

She was starting to fidget more, neither of us saying anything. I knew if I didn't make a move soon she would begin to regret what had just happened. I pulled her flush against me, loving the way her small frame melded with mine. She was breathing harder as she curled her hands towards her. She still refused to look at me, only staring into my chest.

I raised my hand toward her face, just wanting to remember what she felt like. I grazed my fingertips over her cheek causing her to inhale deeply. Slowly, my fingers began to descend as I ran them over her cheek, down to her jaw line and curving forward to her chin. I pulled her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze.

Her brown eyes seemed alight with emotions as I just stared at her. She was truly radiant. Her tongue darted past her lips bringing my gaze to them. They glimmered from the renewed moisture her tongue brought. I remembered how sweet those lips had tasted just moments ago and needed another taste.

I bent down slightly, ready to take her lips when she rose suddenly and forced her lips to mine. I wasn't prepared for her boldness and it drew a moan from my throat. She tasted so sweet, like chocolate dipped strawberries. I opened my mouth and sent my tongue out to lap at her lips. My hands slithered up her arms toward that wild mass of hair that was becoming more endearing with each meeting. I could never imagine her without and never wanted to. I kept the pace slow, wanting to enjoy every second we had together.

Soon I felt her mouth open and her tongue tentatively brushed mine. I smirked as I moved to brush mine with hers. Soon our tongues were lapping at one another as our hands found other business to tend to. Her hands were no longer pooled in her chest; instead they were exploring my chest and neck, trying to figure out what to do. They moved up at down my chest, into my hair, and over my back. I was quickly becoming undone with the sensation her tiny hands were bringing me.

We were both panting when I decided to take our snog a bit further. I moved my hands down to her bum where I lifted her up, eliciting a squeak from her. Our kissing became harder as I moved her legs around my waist. Being the smart witch that she understood and took the initiative and wrapped them tightly around me, locking her ankles. I broke our kiss as I moved further down her neck. I moved, pushing her against the stone wall as she wrapped her hands back into my hair.

Her scent was intoxicating, flowery and completely seductive. I sucked on her collarbone as she wrapped her fingers in my hair, pulling slightly. Her hips bucked against mine as she moaned. I pulled away at that moment and looked at her. Before we had been caught up in the moment, trying not to think about what we were doing and whom we were doing it with. This time we both stared at one another, the pureblood and the mudblood, slytherin with Gryffindor, and knew exactly whom we were with and what we wanted to do.

When she moved her hand to cup my cheek I closed my eyes just enjoying the sensation it brought. Her soft hand moved up to cheek to my eyebrow and down my nose. When they reached my lips I pulled her finger into my mouth, sucking on it.

“Draco,” she moaned breathy as I opened my eyes. She pulled her finger out of my mouth and moved both hands to cup my face. “I…”

A door slammed and we could hear a few students talking in the hall. She looked panicky over at the door and I knew our moment was coming to an end. I set her down slowly as I pulled back. She looked up at me and gave me a small smile. I returned it as I stepped back into her space and kissed her. “We'll meet again.”

“Promise?” my heart shuttered at her whispered response as I nodded.

“I promise, Hermione.” She left first as I stood there leaning against the wall.

I couldn't keep the silly grin off my face. I was on my way to my room to enjoy the memory even more when a voice called out from behind me. “Hello Draco.” Simple, to the point, and in that yappy voice that had slowly been destroying my nerves.

I turned to look at Pansy. She sat in one of the large, leather backed chairs that lined the common room. She seemed, different. She wore her usual outfit, designer slacks with a never buttoned up blouse; yet, her aura seemed cocky. As if she knew something that would one up whomever was so unlucky as to have their a secret discovered. I knew, the instant she flashed me her all too rehearsed smile that I was that unlucky soul. Instantly my heart sank.

“You missed your afternoon classes,” she continued as she sat coolly in her chair, one leg swung on an arm, “It is never like you to skip a lesson, is everything alright?”

She was watching me, gauging my reaction as I stood in the middle of the room. I steadied my look, giving her my best nonchalant Malfoy gaze. If she wanted to play this game then I would play if better. “Of course Pansy, everything is fine. Did I miss much?”

I tossed my hook out and slowly watched her. She didn't react, her eyes piercing mine. Whatever she knew was big, for Pansy never held so much confidence in our game. If it were something small she would twitch her foot. Something of minimal importance would cause her to smirk. Yet when it was big, she knew she had all the cards and would find no reason to react. That caused me even greater worry.

She looked down at her nails, trying to portray the picture of boredom as she responded. “Oh nothing that out of the ordinary. Slugghorn taught us about some ruddy old potion, Binns rambled on about the ogre wars.” She paused and returned her gaze back to me. Here it came, a hint to what she knew. A glimpse into what had caused her to be so cocky. “Oh yes, and stupid Mudblood Granger missed lessons too. Very curious, isn't it, Draco.”

All the blood drained from my face. I knew my composure slipped for just a moment because she pounced on it, rising from her chair. She sauntered over to me and placed her hand on my chest. “Strange, isn't it, that she would miss class when she seems to live for them. And then you go missing as well. If people didn't know you any better they might come to think that something might be happening between you two.” She looked up into my eyes, her face giving off a smirk of victory.

My worst nightmare had materialized before my very eyes. She knew, how she had come to find out I don't know but I just knew that she knew about Hermione and I. On the outside I worked to keep my composure intact but on the inside I was frantic. I had to defuse this, get her away from the notion before it could manifest into something bigger.

I scoffed and gave her a disgusted look. “Me and the Mudblood. Come now Pansy, why would I lower myself to something as vile as a Mudblood. Especially Potties little know it all.”

It hadn't worked; she seemed to predict my answer as she walked around me, her hand trailing along my back. “I wondered the same thing. But thankfully these gave me wonderful insight.” And there, right in front of my face was the green and red notes I had exchanged with Hermione. Dread seemed to sink into every pore as she finished her walk around me. As she stood before me, evidence of my treachery in hand, I knew there would be no walking away from this unscathed. She tilted her head, her smug attitude quickly being replaced by rage as she held the notes between two fingers. “Care to explain?”

I glared down at her, knowing it would be a fight to make this disappear. I had to think of what to say. Every word from this moment on had to be carefully planned. One slip and I knew both Hermione and I would find ourselves in great danger. “Come now Pansy, do you honestly think I would willingly involve myself with filth?”

She all but snarled at me as her pug nose rose higher in the air. “A few months ago, no, but since the Dark Lord gave you your mission you have been changing. And then I find these.” She shoved the colored pieces of parchment in my face. “What do you think you are doing, Draco? What could you possibly be thinking? Consorting with a Mudblood. Are you going to turn into a blood traitor on me? You going to turn your back on your family and friends?”

I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her into a wall. I had to get her scared, so scared that she would drop this. It was my only hope, I knew that simple sweet talk wouldn't make her let up on this. “Don't call me a blood traitor, you hear me?” I took her and slammed her into the wall again. She let out a little yelp but I held my hands tight on her arms. “Don't you Ever insult me like that again.”

She didn't meet my gaze; instead she looked down at my hands that I knew would leave marks. But I had to get my point across; I had to make sure she thought I hadn't changed. I needed her to believe I was still the ruthless pureblood my father had raised me to be. “But why are you talking to her Draco? I just want to understand please.”

I felt bad; I didn't want to hurt Pansy. Yes she annoyed me but in the end she was still close to me. I had cared for her once and to hear her beg was something that was hard to take. It made me feel like my father, like I was back in the manor watching my father put my mother in her place. I didn't want to do this and I knew if Hermione knew what I was doing she would never speak with me again. But I had to; I had to make sure that this moment left a lasting memory in Pansy's mind, otherwise it would be the end for Hermione and I.

I grabbed Pansy's face and forced it up so that I could look in her eyes. She kept them downcast, playing the perfect role of a submissive pureblood female. It broke me to see it, and it made me think of Hermione. It was one of the things I liked about her, I knew she would never let anyone treat her the way I was treating Pansy. I took and deep breath and pushed those thoughts of Hermione away. I had to stay strong, angry, and above all else, I had to play the perfect pureblood male.

“Look at me.” I growled as I waited for her to respond. She didn't though I had truly hoped she would. “I said Look At Me!” I yelled at her as I shook her head, slightly banging it into the wall. She whined in fear as she looked up into my eyes.

I couldn't keep my composure. Seeing the way she looked at me, I should have just let her stare down. I could see everything through her eyes. The fear, the hurt at the thought that I might be with someone else, and the most disturbing and heart wrenching of all, the love she still had for me. My voice lost some of its anger as I spoke. “I am only talking to the Mudblood so that I might complete my mission. The Dark Lord wants Dumbledore dead and who better to use then someone that both Dumbledore and the stupid boy who wont die trust. If I can make her fall for me, I can use her to help me get close to them. I can get information and then when Dumbledore finally trusts me I can complete my mission. You see, I'm not doing this out of some sick want to actually be near a mudblood, I'm doing it for the greater good.”

I could feel her accept the answer and calm a bit since my voice had lost all of its anger toward the end. I released her face and she moved into my arms, holding me tightly. “I'm sorry Draco. I should have known you had a plan. I was just so jealous, I couldn't help it. And then to find out that Granger had your cloak, it was just too much for me. I won't doubt you again, I promise.”

I held Pansy as she snuggled into my chest. I let go a sigh of relief that it had passed. I would have to be more careful. Now Pansy would be more watchful than ever. It would be harder and harder to sneak away to see Hermione now that Pansy had suspicion. But I knew today's act had all but averted any big problem. I knew this would stop with her. I pulled back and gave her my Malfoy smirk. “Now, there will be no more of this blood traitor business, right?” Pansy nodded as I leaned forward to give her a kiss on the forehead. I moved out of her arms and put my arms gently on her shoulder. “Now I will see you at dinner, I am going to go get washed up.” With that I walked away, feeling confident that there wouldn't be a problem from Pansy again.

Pansy watched as Draco walked away, rubbing her sore arms. “Do you believe him?” She turned to see Zabini walk out of the dark alcove he had been hiding in.

Pansy looked over to the door that Draco had just exited through. “No, I don't. We'll have to keep a close eye on him.”

Author Note: OH NO!!??! WHAT DOES THIS MEAN FOR OUR WONDERFUL COUPLE!! WHAT WILL BLAISE AND PANSY DO!?! WILL DRACO AND HERMIONE EVER GET THE CHANCE TO JUST ENJOY THEIR BLOOMING RELATIONSHIP!?!? FIND OUT SOON IN PASSING NOTES 7!! Also please review!!!! We Author's so love reviews, ESPEICALLY me!! PEACE AND LOVE TO MY BETAS!!