Sweet\'s Little Collection

A/N: Draco and Hermione! Good guesses, lovelies! Here we go! Second stretch!! A continuation of the happy little nugget on Day Twenty-Eight!!!

Day Thirty-One:

Harry brandished his wand, watching as an inky black cloud traveled from the end of it. The wisps curled in poisonous tendrils, and he chuckled as it trailed to the ground, the fog of blackness soiling the floorboards. Harry's gaze watched the sinister darkness travel the room, his wand spouting a continuous stream of the potent substance. The door to his bedroom creaked open, and his wand drew the blackness back quickly. His eyes snapped to the doorway a split second before the point of his wand did. His wand lowered as his eyes lit upon the face peering at him from the hallway.

"Practicing, my pet?" Voldemort hissed. Harry arched his brow, meeting Voldemort's gaze, head-on. "Enjoying myself, more like," Harry claimed, stalking to the doorway. He fisted a hand in Voldemort's robes, tugging him into the room and slamming him back against the wall. Harry was a few inches shorter, but the power he felt made him feel a foot taller. He sneered at Voldemort, his face inches away. "You took ages, Tom," Harry hissed. Voldemort's eyes narrowed at the name. "I'm here now, aren't I?" 

Harry's eyes drilled into Voldemort's, a fire lighting the depths of his green eyes. Voldemort saw his lips twitch with a smile just before they crushed against his own in a bruising kiss.