Hermione was sobbing on the staircase after seeing Ron and Lavender together. She suddenly felt a hesitant hand on her back. Looking behind her, she found Draco Malfoy staring at her, some form of pity in his eyes.
“M-Malfoy…what do you want?” she asked, trying to wipe away her tears.
“Granger, stop crying over that stupid Weasel.”
“Why do you care if I cry or not?”
He looked at her for a moment and took her hand, “Come with me.” In her moment of emotional delirium, Hermione went with the boy she had never trusted but was always curious about.
Suddenly she was pushed up against a wall in a quiet corridor, Malfoy’s lips almost touching hers. She blinked and stared at him, not fighting it but not giving in just yet either.
“W-What are you doing?” she stammered.
“Finally relieving our frustrations,” he said.
She tried to reply but his lips were on hers and all of her thoughts melted into nothing at all.
drabble submitted by accio-the-moon