The Scorpions Kiss

I don’t own anything JK Rowling does! I will be updating this story until it is finished. I hope to get a lot of done this weekend, so you won’t have to wait too long. Thanks and review!



Chapter 3- Tight Quarters



The days after the Quidditch game had been tedious for Hermione. She was the returning Arithmancy Professor at Hogwarts, so she had much preparing to do before she arrived at Hogwarts again. Besides preparing her students coursework for the year she also had to contend with Harry and Ron and their constant probing into why Malfoy did what he did at the Chudley Canons quidditch game. She had told them that he must have been hit in the head from the collision, because she had no idea why he gave her the game winning snitch and thanked her as he did it. Harry and Ron had accepted her answer, probably because the alternative reason for why he did what he did was too unconscionable to fathom for them.. Hermione tried to put the whole thing out of her mind as she boarded the Hogwarts Express. She made her way to the rear of the train where the teachers’ quarters were and shut the door to the compartment. She sat down and plopped her numerous bags down on the seat and breathed a sigh of relief. Finally some quiet before she had to meet and greet her new students in the Great Hall like the teachers did every year on the first day of school. She had her time planned out. First she would look over the textbook chapters she would assign as homework to her students, and then she would make up a seating chart and then if she had time she would organize her grading book. What she didn’t plan on was the three year old and his father that breezed through the compartment door and sat down across from her.



Hermione saw his little feet, dressed in shiny black shoes pass by as she looked down at the floor of the compartment afraid to look up, knowing what she would see. She slowly raised her head and as suspected there was Draco Malfoy looking at her with a coy grin on his face.



“Fancy meeting you here Granger?” Draco was smirking at her again. She tried to lower her head back into her book but she was stopped once again, this time by a diminutive version of Draco who had decided the cover of her book would make a most excellent chew toy.



“Well hello there Scorpius,” Hermione looked into the small boys eyes and she saw the flicker of recognition in his eyes. He smiled at Hermione and continued to chew on her book.



“Didn’t your daddy teach you that books are not for eating?” Hermione smiled at the boy who giggled and she turned her gaze to the smirking father.



“Lighten up Granger I’ll buy you a new one.” Draco said half laughing.



At this Hermione shut her book and put her hands on her knees trying to put on a respectable face.



“Mr. Malfoy, why are you on this train? This is the Hogwarts Express train I hope you are aware.” Hermione spoke with etiquette and formality as Draco stretched his legs out across the seat.



“Why are you here?” Draco said smiling at her with his eyes.



“I asked you first.” Hermione replied with a confidant grin on her face.



“Okay Granger, I am going to be here this year teaching Quidditch. The Chudley Canons recruit from Hogwarts and they wanted me to teach the lads a thing or two. Now your turn?” Draco batted his words back at her as Hermione swallowed hard upon hearing this news.



“I teach here too.” Hermione said with a sense of dread in her voice.



Young Scorpius had begun playing with his pretend wand casting spells that made absolutely no sense. Hermione found him to be truly adorable and it must have shown on her face.



“So do you think he’s cute Granger?” Draco asked her a seemingly innocent question.



“He really is Draco. His adorable face and that white blonde hair with those silvery grey eyes that reflect the light in when the sun….” Hermione broke off her sentence. She realized that Draco was smiling at her, laughing at her under his breath.



“So you like that do you?” His arrogance spreading like a disease in the room Hermione thought to herself. She had just admitted that she found Draco attractive and he knew it and there was nothing she could do about it.



“Yes well, it’s been nice chatting with you but I have an endless amount of work I must get done with before we reach Hogwarts, so if you will excuse me. Scorpius, pleasure.” She shook the little boys hand and began to gather her things on the seat when the train suddenly hit a bump on the track and Hermione found herself falling…right into Draco’s arms. She landed between his legs where he caught her in his arms.



“Granger I had no idea you were this fresh with the men,” Draco and his damned smirk she thought to herself. Hermione pushed him and tried to regain her footing and balance to stand up but he pulled her in quickly and kissed her hard on the mouth. His lips crashed down on hers and she felt satisfying goose bumps erupt allover her body as he did so. Shocked, she stood up now and turned and quickly exited the compartment, knowing she had not broken off that kiss nearly fast enough and knowing that he knew it too.



She threw herself down in the first empty compartment she could find and shut the door, fanning herself.



“Harry, Ron forgive me,” she said aloud to her self as she gazed out the window of the Hogwarts Express.