STOLEN KISSES

Chapter Three

Hermione sat in the Gryffindor common room reading ‘The Quibbler’. Luna’s father, the editor of the magazine sent a couple of copies first thing in the morning. It simply apparated to Luna’s bed, no owl post to be monitored. She read through the ale, le, pleased at the way it turned out. She hoped there would be more supporters against Voldermort after this came out to the wizarding public.

Her Her head turned up from reading when Professor McGonnegal entered the common room. The Professor posted up a notice, her face showing she was not a happy witch. She looked to Hermione, “You best keep those magazines hidden, and let everyone else know in each of the houses. Umbridge has passed another bloody decree.” She said irritably. “Damn woman.” She added under her breath as she left through the portrait.

“Thank you professor, I will.” Hermione replied and got up to read the notice. She gave a very unlady-like snort then made her way down to breakfast. Today was Saturday, and a prefect meeting was planned for later that afternoon, before the majority of the students went away for the holidays. She planned on just hanging out for the morning, maybe hitting the books later r thr the meeting.

She spent the morning with Ginny while Harry and Ron were playing Wizard’s Chess. Ginny had found a book in the restricted section of the library that they were looking through that was quite graphic in content.

“Ginny....” Hermione turned the book sideways, seeing a naked man and woman enjoying oral sex. “...how did you know about this book?”

“Michael showed it to me earlier this year, before we ...broke up.” Ginny replied shrugging her shoulders and looking at the pictures with Hermione.

Hermione looked to her red-headed friend. “Did you try any of these things in the book?” As she flipped the pages to see the man and woman in various sexual positions.

“A few.”

“Like what?” Hermione asked as she watched the couple on a particular page.

Ginny looked down at the page Hermione was looking at. “There’s that one....”

“Didn’t you gag?” She laughed quietly as Harry and Ron had looked over to them.

Ginny started laughing. “It felt like it at first, but it’s something I enjoy doing now. And the guy really likes it too.”

“Hmmm.....” She murmered as she gazed at the picture. Before her it seemed to change. The man’s hair went from black to blonde, the woman looked remarkably like her. She shook her head to clear the image. ‘What the hell am I thinking.’ She thought to herself.

“‘Mione, are you okay?” Ginny asked.

Hermione leaned over closer to Ginny. “Can you keep a secret?”

“Of course.”

“Well....I’ve been dreaming about someone. Even during classes, he would pop in my head. It’s really quite distracting. I don’t know what to do Gin.”

“Who is he?”

“I don’t know.... you’ll think I’m bloody mental.”

“It can’t be that bad.”

“Yes, it can. Although he has been acting strange for the past day or two. I’ve even caught him looking at me and actually smiling, instead of sneering at me in hate.”

“You can’t mean...” Ginny started.

“Yes. Malfoy.” Hermione finished. “Haven’t you ever liked someone that you knew there was no chance of being with?”

Ginny looked to Harry wistfully. “Yes.” She said quietly.

Hermione saw the look she threw to Harry. “I thought those feelings for Harry weren’t there anymore?”

“I thought so too. But I realized after Michael that I still had strong feelings for Harry.”

“Why don’t you go for it?”

Ginny looked to Harry then Hermione and smiled impishly. “I’ll go for Harry, if you go for Malfoy.”

“Are you kidding?! Malfoy hates me. At least Harry likes you.”

“I thought you said you caught Malfoy looking at you?” Ginny smirked.

“Yeah, but....” Hermione stuttered, her face red.

“Well, let’s test it out. You have a prefects meeting this afternoon right?” At Hermione’s nod. “Let’s see if he notices you more if you dress differently. Those school robes hide everything.”

“What are you thinking Gin?” Hermione asked suspiciously.

“Come on....you have a meeting to get ready for.” Ginny smirked. “I wish I could be there to see his face.”


Throughout the day, Draco managed to confiscate about twenty copies of ‘The Quibbler’, then made them disappear, conveniently forgetting to note down the students name. On one such occasion, Dumbledore and McGonagall had witnessed him spelling the magazine to disappear. Dumbledore grinned, his eyes twinkling at what he was doing, dragging away a confused McGonagall.

Draco decided to hide away a copy so he himself could read the article, see what all the fuss was about. He spelled the magazine to look like a quiddich magazine and sat in the library to read it. Before sitting down, he surveyed the library, in hopes of catching a gle ofe of the brown haired Gryffindor, as she usually was found in here. He didn’t really fear getting caught by the squad members or any other Slytherin’s, as most of them have never even stepped foot in the library. He sat in the corner, his feet propped up on the table as he read Potter’s tale of the Tri-Wizard tournament and Voldermort. Unlike some wizards, he ‘did’ believe the article because he did know for a fact that Voldermort was back and gaining strength and power. He grudgedly admitted to himself that Potter was not mental and the article would probably gains some positive supporters against Voldermort. He decided that he would be one of them.


After reading the article, he went between the bookcase in the guise of looking for a book, to spell the magazine away. He did actually look to the books to see what would interest him. He loved reading, always did. He picked out a book that looked out of place among the wizard history books. It read ‘101 Ways to Win Your True Love.’ He kind of snorted to himself but leaned against the bookcase flipping through the pages anyway.

He was reading for awhile when he looked to the time. It was almost time for the prefect meeting. The meeting was to be held in the library, but first he needed to send an owl to his parents to let them know he would be spending the holidays at school doing prefect business. He checked out the book from Madame Pince, the librarian, who gave in him a rather odd look as she looked down at the title of the book. He shrunk down the book anippeipped it into the pocket of his robes.

On the way back to the library from the owlery, he had found a student with ‘The Quibbler’. He took it from them and slipped into his robe, shooing the student away. He looked up to see that Hermione was looking at him strangely, as she was approaching the library. He smiled then sneered straight away as he saw Umbridge come up behind Hone.one.

He saw her look behind her then turned to face him again with a look of hate on her face. “Mister Malfoy......Have you caught any students with that magazine?” Umbridge asked as she came closer.

“No Professor. I’ve been on the look out. But they are either keeping them well hidden or the threat of being expelled has kept them from reading it.” He replied giving her a sincere expression. Being a Malfoy, he was a master at hiding his feelings from others. “What is even in the magazine?”

She cleared her throat. “That is none of your concern. Be sure to report to me at once if there are any students out of line.” She bellowed out as she stormed to her rooms.

“Yes Professor.” He said as he watched her retreating back. “Bitch.” He said quietly to himself as he walked towards the library.

Hermione had heard the exchange of Malfoy and Umbridge as she kept herself hidden around the corner. She was quite puzzled, as she saw him take the magazine from the frightened Ravenclaw. She wondered why the student was not revealed to Umbridge. She gathered her robes closed on her muggle clothing and walked slowly to the library where Ron was waiting for her by the doors.

Ron didn’t seem to notice anything different about Hermione, but then he usually doesn’t when it comes to her. They were too close, like brother and sister. She thought she had fancied hi one one time, but the friendship she had with him and Harry was too important to her.

At the thought of Harry, she thought he was acting a bit strangely also, like he wanted to get closer to her. She would have to have a talk with him soon. He was her best friend, she wanted to keep it that way.

She and Ron were one of the first two prefects to sit down around the round table. The Head Boy and Head Girl were also there sorting through their notes. Ron was talking about Quiddich, nothing new there, while Hermione occasionally looked up to see the other prefects enter. First there was Ernie MacMillan and Hannah Abbot from Hufflepuff, Anthony Goldstein and Padma Patil from Ravaw, aw, and lastly Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson from Slytherin, sauntering in as if they owned the place. To her surprise, Malfoy pulled out the chair next to her and sat down, waiting for the meeting to start.


Draco sat listening to the meeting, his thou goi going to the Gryffindor sitting beside him. She had pulled the sides of her hair away from her face and clipped it at the back, letting him see the profile of her face. She really wasn’t that bad looking for a muggle, definitely better than his house-mate Pansy who sat on the other side of him.

It felt a bit warm in the library suddenly, and he noticed those that wore their robes slipped them off to hang on the backs of their chairs. It looked strange to see a lot of the students in their street clothes, compared to the uniforms they wore daily. He himself wore a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt.

“Hermione, could you please pass out these new patrol schedules.” The Head Girl requested. Hermione stood up, then removed her robe. She smiled to the Head girl as she accepted the papers to hand out.

Draco had to take a second look at Hermione as she stood up. She was wearing a snug pair of faded jeans, that had holes at the knees that were frayed at the edges. Tucked into the jeans she wore a snug fitting t-shirt in red with the Gryffindor lion embossed on the front that showed she developed quite nicely in the chest area lately. He was not the only one that noticed. Anthony from Ravenclaw was looking at her intently as she went around the table to hand out the schedules.

Draco glared at the Ravenclaw and waited for Hermione to make her way back to where she sat. She leaned over between himself and Pansy to place the schedule in front of him. When her breast brushed his shoulder, he looked up to her face to see her smirking down at him. She moved away and came around to sit in her chair as if nothing happened. She leaned over and placed her elbows on the table as she rested her chin in her raised fist.

‘She did that on purpose.’ He thought to himself, inwardly happy at this new development. He leaned back in his chair, giving Hermione side long glances, taking in the side view of her body.

“Well, if there’s nothing else, this meeting is over. Have a good holiday and see you after Christmas.” The Head Boy finished.

“You go ahead Ron, there’s a couple of books I need to look for.” Hermione said as she got up.

“Hermione, it’s the holidays, take a break from the books.” Ron teased.

She shrugged her shoulders. “Well since I’m staying here at Hogwart’s the the holidays, I may as well get a head start on some assignments.”

“That’s right, I forgot about that.” Ron replied.

“My parents are going on a second honeymoon, so I volunteered to stay here for the holidays to let them have their time alone. I’ll be going home for the next holiday though. And anyway, I thought you guys would like the company here, since your parents are visiting your brother and his new wife in Romania this year.”

“Well, glad you’ll be with us ‘Mione. I’ll see you later then. I think the bunch of us are planning a game or something later, so don’t be long.” He said as he kissed her cheek and left the library after the other students.


Draco had over heard part of their conversation as he pretended to tie his shoe laces. He got up and ‘conveniently’ left his cloak and followed Pansy out of the library. He rounded the corner to go down the stairs when he stopped in his tracks. “You go ahead Pansy, I forgot my cloak.”

“Yeah, sure whatever. See you later.” She said as she turned her back and strutted away down the stairs.

He walked back into the nearlsertserted library, to see his cloak still draped over the back of his chair where he left it. He went along the aisles of books, looking for her. He found her in the last section of books, reaching for a book close to the top. He leaned his shoulder against the shelf and crossed his arms enjoying the view of her backside. He gave a low whistle to let her know hs ths there.

Hermione heard the whistle, jumped and dropped the book to the floor. She bent down to pick it up then looked to the person who surprised her. “Malfoy! What are you doing here?”

“I have as much right to be here as you Granger.” He smirked.

‘Whatever.” She shrugged then looked to him. “Why didn’t you tell Umbridge about the student you caught with ‘The Quibbler.’”

He shrugged his one shoulder. “Didn’t feel like it.” He said simply.

“What’s with you lately anyway, you’ve been.....different.”

He straightened himself and walked towards her. “Oh, how so Granger?” He smirked as he kept advancing.

“Well....you’ve been smiling at me.” She said quietly. “And you haven’t been calling me mudblood lately. Not that I mind, but it’s strange. Then you don’t report that.....”

She never did finish that sentence as Draco had leaned over to touch his lips to hers. He moved his mouth softly over her soft, unresponsive lips. She brought her hands up against his chest to push him awa“Wha“What.....was....that....for?” She asked shakily.

“I wanted to, so I did.” He said candidly.

“Is that right?” She remarked as her insides were twisting and turning. Her mind went over the pros and cons on what she wanted to do in the next few seconds. ‘Oh, what the hell.’ she thought to herself.

She pushed Draco against the shelshelf as she pressed close to his body, her mouth taking what she wanted from him. Her hand went to the back of his head, pulling him closer as her lips moved against his. She’s kissed before in her life, but this....this kiss she did not want to end any time soon.

Draco groaned against her mouth as she pressed herself against him, his back pressing into the bookcase. His hands went tentatively to her waist as he deepened the kiss, his tongue coming out to taste more of her. She gave a slight moan and met his tongue shyly at first, then when he groaned into her mouth, curled her tongue around his, no longer shy. His arms came around her waist, pulling her closer, her breasts crushed against his chest.

Sooner or later, they had to surface for air. Hermione was the first to pull away. She looked up into his eyes expecting him to be mocking her, instead his grey eyes seemed to be a shade darker and confused. She backed off, away from him, feeling the chill away from his warmth. Her chest heaved as she tried to regain her breathing. “I just want to know one thing right now Malfoy?” She asked breathlessly.

“What?” His breathing just as ragged as hers.

“Why? Did you lose a bet to someone or something?”

“No Granger. No bet. I just wanted to kiss you.” He sighed. “And I would like to again.” He said a bit more softly so that she barely heard his last words.

Hermione was the most confused she has ever been in her life. This problem she could not find in her treasured books. She needed to talk to Ginny. “Well.....I gotta go.” She said nervously as she looked at him one last time then grabbed up her books and snatched up her robe on the way out.

He leaned back against the shelf. “Well that was smooth.” He said to himself as he relived the kiss. It kind of freaked him out a bit, as he didn’t want the kiss to stop, she tasted so good. He strode to the chair with his cloak and headed back to his dorm. A cold shower wost ost needed right now.


Hermione rushed into the Gryffindor common room looking frazzled. “Hey ‘Mione, we were just about to start a game of poker. Want to play?” Ron asked.

“Huh?! Oh yeah sure. Just give me minute to put my things away.” She said distractedly.

Harry looked to his usually composed friend. He first noticed the snug fitting clothing she wore, then the tousled hair and the swollen lips. He wondered who she was just with to give her that look and put the dazed expression in her eyes. He was just about to get up when Ginny nudged him back down. “I’ll go.” She said as she followed Hermione.

Ginny went up to Hermione’s dorm room to see her sitting on the bed, her books cradled against her chest. “Hermione? Are you okay?”

Hermione looked to Ginny. “Gin....he kissed me.” She said quietly, still in a bit of shock.

Ginny was startled at her declaration. “What?”

“He kissed me....and I liked it.”

“Did he force you?”

“No. It was the gentlest kiss anyone has ever given to me.”

“What happened?”

“He came back to the library and found me getting some books down off a shelf. He whistled, then he came closer to me where he leaned over to kiss me, then backed away when I pushed him....”

“And.....?” Ginny said, trying to get the rest of the story out.

“And....then I kissed him for all I was worth.”

Ginny tried to hide the smile. “You....kissed him?”

“Hmmm, Hmmm.” She nodded.

“Was he good?”

“Yes. Amazing. Nothing compared to the kisses that Viktor had given me last year.” She said dreamily as she got up to put her books on the desk. “He said he wanted to kiss me again.”

“Are you going to let him?”

Hermione turned to face Ginny, the worry evident on her face. “I don’t know Gin...what if it’s just a big joke to him...or...what if he just wants information for Umbridge or his father?”

Ginny got up and followed Hermione into the bathroom. “Let him make the next move Hermione. Take it day by day. Maybe Malfoy has repented his ways.” Ginny smirked.

Hermione looked at her self in the mirror. “Gods, it looks like I was kissed. Did anyone else notice?”

“I think Harry did?”

“I’m going to need to talk to him, but first I’ll freshen up a bit, then we’ll head down to play that game of poker.” She smiled, trying to put the kiss at the back of her mind. She washed her face and tied her hair back in a loose ponytail. She put on a sweater over her t-shirt, “I guess the t-shirt worked huh?” She smirked as she looked to Ginny.

“It probably helped it along a bit, yes.” Ginny replied tugging on Hermione’s arm to pull her downstairs, where they beat the boys in poker.....repeatedly.