STOLEN KISSES

Chapter Four

Draco waited for the perfect opportunity to talk to Dumbledore over the next few days, and it came when Umbridge had to meet with Fudge at the Ministry of Magic. He watched as she went to the front gates to apparate away from Hogwart’s. He sighed in relief and slowly made his way to what appeared to anyone watching, theraryrary. At the top of the second floor stairs, he turned to see if anyone was nearby before he went on. There was no one around. He wasn’t overly worried as the halls were practically deserted over the holidays, but you nevan tan tell, he had to be sure.

A short while later he was knocking on the Headmasters door. “Come in Mister Malfoy.”

Draco walked in bewildered that Dumbledore knew he was there before the door opened. “Sir.” He nodded as Dumbledore motioned him to sit down.

“So, Mister Malfoy. What brings you here?” He asked smiling kindly.

“Well, Umbridge has been talking about sacking a few of the professors.”

“Did she say who?”

“Professor Trelawney and Hagrid to start with. I heard about it a few days ago, but I had to wait until it was clear for me to come up here. Umbridge left for the Ministry right before I came up here.”

“Yes, I imagine it would look peculiar if you were seen coming up here for a visit with me.” At Draco’s nod, Dumbledore seemed to contemplate his next decision. “Draco, what I am about to tell you must not be revealed to anyone. There are a few others that know, but it could be deadly to this person, if the wrong people were to find out.”

“I promise, it won’t gotherther than this room sir.”

“It may not look as strange if you were seen talking to your Head of House instead of me.” Dumbledore stated smiling.

“Professor Snape?!”

“Yes, it you have any information for me you can tell Professor Snape. You see Draco....Professor Snape is on our side, and is a member of an organization that was brought together years ago to go up against Voldermort.”

“But he’s a death eater...isn’t he?” Draco asked confused.

“Yes, he is still there for Voldermort and does his bidding, but his true loyalties lie with the light side. He is one of our informants against Voldermort. So you see, if the dark side were to find out about Professor Snape he would die probably a most painful death, and we would lose a most trusted friend and a most gifted Potions master.”

“Wow....he’s good. I would never have guessed that he’s a spy.”

“There is also Professor McGonagall that you could talk to if need be.”

“Any ideas on how to stop Umbridge’s plan for the quiddich match coming up yet?” Draco asked, still amazed at the new revelation on Snape.

“We were thinking of everyone drinking a potion or perhaps wearing some kind of charm or amulet to ward of the spell.” He sighed. “We have a few weeks yet to decide the best course of action to take.”

Dumbledore stood up and came around to the front of his desk. “Mister Malfoy...Draco, please be careful and watch your back at all times.”

“I will. There is something else, a rather odd request....” Draco started.

“Whatever it is, I will try to help.”

“Well, everyone knows you have a rather sweet tooth.” Draco smirked as he looked to the twinkly eyed Headmaster. “I would like to know if it’s possible if you could find a certain muggle candy.”

Dumbledore smiled. “That is a rather odd request, isn’t it. What kind?”

“I am looking for a bite sized chocolate called ‘Kisses’, Hershey’s Kisses.”

“For someone special I take it?”

“Yes, I think so. Or I would like it to be anyway.”

Dumbledore went to a cupboard that was at the side of the room. “It just so happens I have some here. They are quite good.” He smiled and handed a small bag of the chocolate treats to Draco.

Draco couldn’t believe his luck. “Thank you sir.” He smiled, planning already in his head how he would give them to her.

“Now, off you go before Professor Umbridge comes back.” He walked Drto tto the door. “Oh yes, I almost forgot. Have you seen the portrait of a witch in the library with long black hair?” At Draco’s nod. “Well her name is Hesper Starkey. She was a witch who studied the uses of phases of the moon in potion making. I would advise you asking her about ‘Moonglow’. She would be most helpful.”

“Uh...thank you. I will.” Draco said quietly thinking that the Headmaster was losing his mind and wondering what the hell he was going on about.

Draco had opened the door and cautiously peeked out. “I hope Miss Granger likes the chocolate Mister Malfoy.” Dumbledore smiled as he closed the door behind a very confused boy who was wondering how he knew who the chocolates were for.


Meanwhile in the Gryffindor common room, Ginny sat with Hermione, trying to cheer her up. “‘Mione, maybe he’s trying to sort out his feelings too.”

“He hasn’t even looked at me Gin....it’s been two days.” She sfretfretfully. “Maybe I turned him off with that kiss.”

“Maybe you should kiss him again.” Ginny said smirking.

Hermione couldn’t help not answering the smirk. “Maybe. What about you and Harry?” She asked to divert the questions from Draco.

“Haven’t had the chance.”

“Well, we’ll have to arrange it.” She said as she ran up the stairs to her room and rushed back in carrying a sprig of mistletoe in her hand. “We’ll just hang this over the doorway leading to the boys dorms.” She waved her wand to levitate the mistletoe in the desired spot. Said a quick fastening spell and stepped back. “Now we jneedneed to wait for that ‘chance’. The boys should be getting up soon, it’s almost noon.”

It wasn’t a long wait. As there were no classes that day, the boys took advantage in sleeping late. Harry was just about to walk through to the common room, when Hermione shouted for him to stop.

Harry looked at her as he stood still. “What? What did I do, and why do I need to stop here?”

Hermione smirked and walked over to Harry. “Look up Harry, what do you see?”

He looked up as requested. “Mistletoe.”

“And what does that mean Harry?” Hermione asked.

“That I get a kiss?” He said smiling.

“Right.” Hermione leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek. “Now I believe it’s Ginny’s turn.” She said as she stepped back, watching as Ron pressed against the wall as he passed Harry to stand beside her.

Ginny stood up and walked slowly to Harry. He turned his cheek so she could kiss it, but instead two soft hands cupped the sides of his face as her mouth came up to meet his. He was still for all of a few seconds before he responded to the kiss. The kiss started out gentle and soft, her tongue caressing the crease of his lips to invade his mouth. He opened his mouth as his tongue came out to tangle with hers. Her arms went around his neck as his arms went around her slim waist, pulling her close.

Hermione was pleased that Harry did not reject Ginny. Ron nudged her arm. “Hey Hermione, what say we leave these two alone and you join me for lunch?”

“Sounds like a brilliant idea Ron.” With a last look at the snogging couple they left through the portrait, making their way down to the Great Hall.

When their plates were filled, Ron turned to her. “How did you know?”

“Know what?” She answered.

“That the simple mistletoe kiss would end up like that? I had thought Harry liked you.”

“Did he tell you that?”

“Well, not in so many words. It was just the way he was acting towards you.”

“Yeah, I noticed that. But I don’t feel that way towards Harry. It would be like dating my brother.” She playfully grimaced, then poured herself some pumpkin juice as they talked.

At the screech above the rafters, the few students that stayed over the holidays looked up ee mee mail arriving through owl post. A school owl swooped down and drd a d a small package in front of Hermione, a very confused Hermione, as she picked up the package.

“You expecting something from you parents ‘Mione?” Ron asked.

“No. They sent their gifts a couple of days ago.”

“Well then...open it.” Ron urged.

She opened the package nervously and warprirprised that a silver foiled covered chocolate dropped to her empty plate. “A Hershey’s Kiss.” she said bewildered.

“Is that candy?” Ron asked, never hearing of this muggle candy.

“Yes, it’s a muggle chocolate.”

“Who would be giving you that? Is there a note?” Ron questioned.

She looked through the paper and found a card:


I can’t get your kiss out of my thoughts.
Meet me tonight, same place, same time?
D.


Hermione’s insides flipped crazily as she reread the card. ‘He didn’t forget’, she thought happily to herself. She looked up to see that Draco was looking at her, a question in his eyes. She nodded to him and unwrapped the chocolate and popped into her mouth, letting the chocolate melt in her mouth.

“Is that from the person who snogged you senseless the other night?” Ron asked, not noticing the small eye exchange with Draco and Hermione.

She looked over to Ron. “What...are you talking about Ron?”

“Oh come on ‘Mione. You looked like you were on cloud nine, and you looked thoroughly kissed.” He smirked. “So, who’s the lucky guy?”

She didn’t think her friends were ready to hear who her mystery guy was. She wasn’t even sure what was going on between them yet. “Ron, don’t be hurt over this, but I’d like to keep that to myself for now.”

He looked at her worriedly. “Sure Hermione. I’m here when you need to talk to someone though, okay?”

Hermione hugged Ron tight. “Thanks. I’ll remember that.” Then started to laugh. “Should we see if they came up for air yet?”

“No. Not yet. Maybe after dessert.” He replied as he placed a piece of pie on both of their plates. “So how about those Chudley Cannons.....” Ron started.

Hermione smirked and rolled her eyes mockingly as Ron recounted a recent game his favorite quiddich team played. She glanced up to see Draco watching her. She licked her lips nervously as he looked at her intently. She smiled mischievously as she noticed the way he was looking at her mouth. She ran her finger over her plate, the apple pie filling coating her finger and brought it to her lips. The tip of her tongue darted out licking the filling slowly, savoring the taste. She saw Draco’s eyes turn a smoky grey color as she put the finger into her mouth, licking the filling off. She never imagined listening to the seventh years talk or reading those books of Ginny’s could be so liberating. She smiled wickedly and broke Draco’s gaze and nudged Ron. “How about a game of Wizard’s chess Ron?”

“Sure, let’s go.” He replied as he spooned the last bite of pie into his mouth.


Draco watched as the two of them left the Great Hall. He shifted on the bench uncomfortably, pulling the school robes around his lap. He was sporting an erection that didn’t seem to quit. Watching Hermione as she licked the pie filling off her finger, her tongue running up and down, licking it clean. He imagined quite clearly what other uses that tongue of hers could do. He couldn’t believe that she actually agreed to meet with him, and couldn’t wait for tonight. He wanted to taste those lips of hers again.


It was not hard to slip away from the Gryffindor common room later that night. Ron was talking enthusiastically to Fred and George about quiddich, while Harry was cozying with Ginny in front of the fire. She went first to Harry’s trunk upstairs to ‘borrow’ his Mauraders Map for later. The map showed the school layout and also showed dots where people were, with their names underneath. She did not need to get caught sneaking around later by Filch or Umbridge.

After tucking the map in her sweater pocket she left feeling a little nervous at the prospect of seeing Draco again. She had some questions she needed answers to.


Hermione would have been surprised to see that Draco was as nervous as she was as he paced the library waiting for her. There was only one other student that sat in the library, but as Draco paced by him for about the fifth time, the student packed up his books and left. He went to the last aisle of books and looked over the titles to take away some of his nervousness.

He was leaning over reading the titles to the old books when he heard a whistle. He looked up to see Hermione in much of the same position as he was the other day. Her shoulder leaning against the shelf, her arms crossed in front of her. “You made it.” He said as he stood up, hesitant to approach her.

“Yes. I made it.” She smirked. “Thanks for the Hershey’s Kiss.”

“They’re not as good as the real thing though.” He replied as he stepped closer.

She met him about half way. “No it isn’t.” She said quietly as he placed his hands at her hips to pull her closer.

He softly kissed the corner of her mouth then moved to claim her waiting lips. They kissed slowly at first, until Hermione probed her tongue against his lips. He moaned low in his throat as he pulled her hard against his body.

Hermione’s knees went weak as she felt how hard he was against her lower belly. She didn’t have much experience in this sort of thing, but she knew he wanted her, and that was a very heady feeling for her. She pulled away to lean her forehead on his shoulder, feeling the way his heart beat erratically against her hand. “Draco.....we need to talk. I need some answers before I can continue with this.”

He hugged her close, his hand running up and down her back. “If I can. But not here.”

“Where then?”

“Maybe....” He started as he grabbed her hand to pull her up some stairs in a secluded forgotten corner to face a large portrait of a black haired witch. “Dumbledore told me about this.”

They both looked at the witch who was star gazing and writing down her observations. “Excuse me, Mistress Starkey.” Draco said to get her attention.

The witch looked at the young couple and smiled, “What do I owe this pleasure? No one talks to me much in this corner.”

“I wonder if you would open this portal.” Draco asked.

“And the password would be?”

“Moonglow.”

The witch smiled and nodded her head regally. “Very well then.” The portrait opened quietly for Draco to step through.

He walked in first, holding Hermione’s hand behind him. As they entered, the wall scones magically lit as they passed. They came upon a mid-sized room that even not used, as far as they knew, was spotless. The house elves were busy even in here as there was not a speck of dust anywhere.

They looked around the room, noticing the large desk with shelves of books that lined the wall behind it. There was a large fireplace with a comfy looking couch and a thick fur rug that was situated in front of it. Hermione of course went to the book shelves first. “This is amazing. I didn’t even know this room existed.” She looked to Draco who was gazing out the window that overlooked the lake. “How did you find out about this place?”

He went to the couch and sat, leaning his back against the cushions. “Dumbledore told me about it in his usual off hand way.” He smirked.

She also went to the couch to sit cross-legged facing Draco. “So....why me?”

He took her hand in his and rubbed the pad of his thumb across her knuckles. “Believe me I tried to fight the way I was starting to feel for you.” He smirked. “Ever since last year at the Yule Ball I began to take more notice of you. You were beautiful Hermione.” He finished as he kissed her knuckles, sending a shiver up her arm.

“Thank you. But why now?”

He looked into her eyes. “You have been constantly in my thoughts and in my dreams as of late. I didn’t think you would want me, so I stayed away.”

“You had a hard time showing it to me Malfoy. You were a bloody git.” She said smiling.

“I know. I had to be. There’s a certain way people expect me to act, and unfortunately I can’t change that....not yet.”

“What do you mean, not yet?”

He leaned back again on the couch, his one hand still holding hers. “Recently I found out a few things that have changed the way I look at things in my life.”

“Like what?”

“I was about to report to Umbridge one night.....hard to believe that was just last week....anyway, I overheard her and my father making plans against the school and Potter.”

“What plans? We should tell Dumbledore and Harry.” She said as she started to get up.

“Hermione....I already told Dumbledore....as for Potter, I don’t think he would believe me.”

“You’re probably right. What are the plans?”

“At the next quiddich game, when the snitch is caught, a wave of magic will go throughout the pitch making everyone lose their magical abilities.”

“But....the next game Gryffindor plays against Slytherin. You would be affected too.”

He looked at her again then sat up, leaning his elbows on his knees. “I know. My father didn’t care.” He said dejectedly.

“Wouldn’t Umbridge be affected also?”

“She’s not planning on being there, Ministry business.” He sighed. “She is also one of Voldermort’s followers.”

“Well that’s no surprise. She is evil. You should have seen what Harry had to do in detention with her....write lines on paper with a sharpened quill, which in turn wrote on the top of his hand. The ink was his blood! It took a long time to heal.” Her anger was rising as she got up and paced. “But how could we ward off the spell at the quiddich game? If she succeeded in the plan, that would leave the professors powerless also. The school would be vulnerable against attack from Voldermort.”

“I think that’s the plan Hermione.” He said as he watched her pace.

“Has Dumbledore any ideas?”

“He was thinking a potion.....” He started.

“No. Wouldn’t work.....not all the students will want to drink it.”

“An amulet of some kind?”

“How could you make sure that everyone was actually wearing it to the game?”

“True. Any other ideas?” Draco asked.

She paced a few times in front of him, deep in thought. “How about charming the entrances of the pitch.....maybe having an invisible shield of some sort put up. Once someone passes through it could.....I don’t know....maybe cover the body with the protective spell somehow.” She stopped her pacing. “You know it’s too bad that the snitch couldn’t find it’s way to a death eater meeting.” She smirked as she continued to pace.

Draco watched her pace. “Hermione.”

“Hmmm?” She mumbled distractedly.

“Come here.” He asked.

She stopped pacing and smiled down at him as he sat with a bemused expression. “I was rambling, wasn’t I?” As she sat down beside him.

“A bit.” He replied as he leaned over to kiss her. His tongue worked it’s way along her bottom lip until she opened for him. She took his tongue into her mouth and gave a light suction on it, making him groan into her mouth. He placed his hand at her waist and went along her back as he shifted her into a more horizontal position.

Her one arm went around his neck as her fingers played with the ends of his hair, her other hand lay flat against his chest. She could feel the play of muscle as his arm shifted around her back.

His lips left hers as he kissed the corner of her mouth, then moved down to her neck, leaving a wet trail from his kisses. She bent her head to the one side as he nibbled along the slim column of her neck. She moaned as he bit into a particular sensitive spot by her ear and put her leg over his thigh, instinctively trying to pull him closer.

He drew back and gazed at the love bite he put on her neck, marking her as his. ‘She tasted so good,’ he thought to himself as he nuzzled into her neck. He had a taste, now he wanted more of her. He wanted to kiss his way all over her body, make her cry out his name in pleasure. He wanted her so bad, but didn’t want to rush her into anything she may regret later. He kissed her swollen lips softly, “I think we better stop Hermione, before we go too far.”

Hermione’s body was tingling with new sensations for her. She wanted him to touch her more, and she wanted to touch him, but knew he was right. She sighed, “When can I see you again?”

“Soon. I’ll have to let you know. We have to keep this quiet for awhile.” He said regretfully.

“I understand. Be careful with Umbridge Draco.”

“I will.” He kissed her chin as he untangled his legs from hers to sit up.

“Can I tell Harry and Ron about the quiddich game?”

“I don’t think they’ll believe that I’ve changed Hermione. You can try, but don’t get your hopes up. There’s too much bad history between the three of us to fix just like that. And try not to take offence if I happen to say or do anything against you. I have to let thhershers believe that there is still a rivalry between us.”

“I’ll try.” She looked to her watch. “We just missed curfew. We’ll have to be careful going back to our dorms.”

Draco smiled. “There’s a secret passage from a bookcase just outside of the library that leads right to the dungeons. Not sure if there’s one that goes up though.”

She took out Harry’s map. “Well, I’ll just check if the coast is clear first.” She looked down at the blank parchment and tapped her wand against it. “I solemnly swear I am up to no good.” She said as the map showed the layout of the school.

“Hey, that’s pretty cool. Where did you get it?”

“It’s Harry’s. It was give to him from the Weasley twins. I wonder if they know of any secret passages. I’ll have to ask.” She looked down at the map. “You’ll have to be careful, looks like Filch is wandering the dungeon corridors.” As she pointed to the dot that was moving with his name underneath it. “Looks clear for me though.”

She kept the map in her hand as she gave Draco one last lingering kiss. “Soon.” She smiled then turned to go, Draco following close behind her out of the room.

Draco made his way carefully to the dungeons and sighed in relief when he reached the Slytherin common room. He stopped to talk to a few other students before making his way to his rooms. He changed for bed and lay on his back, reliving the kiss, the taste, the feel of her under him, and felt himself hardening at the memory. He wanted her, but he would bet she was a virgin. He didn’t want to rush things and scare her off, he knew she would be worth the wait.