Chapter 1 : A winter's kiss
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Dedicated to: as in the summary to Hannha 93, who is my real-life best friend. so this is for you, for being the greatest, most caring and an extremely hilarious mate. also deicated to Megan a.k.a Living in dreams for cheering me up with her messages as well as Riddle girl for the same reason. thanks alot to you guys.
A loud gust of wind added to the chill of Hogsmeade Village. On this beautiful, frosty
December morning it was easy to forget the trouble's everyone was going through. It was the type of weather that suggests a change, or a new beginning. However, the secret that was going to reveal a new beginning was hidden within the swirls of the wind, and would only be discovered by two unlikely souls.
It was the type of weather that made it easy to sip the worries away with hot chocolate and loved ones. That is, if you had anyone to sip hot chocolate with. It wasn't that Harry, Ron and Hermione had drifted, all the adversary had brought them closer together, but every now and then the differences of their gender shined through.
Harry and Ron were in Hogsmeade's new Quidditch shop, Bouer's Brooms, and going in and out of Weasley Wizards' Wheezes to visit Fred and George. The WWW store was flourishing now that Mr. Weasley had been promoted and become one of the most brave and admired Wizards. Besides that, in these troubled times everyone needed a good laugh once in a while. Everyone that is, but Hermione Granger, it seemed. Another gust of wind passed through Hogsmeade, loose papers dancing along the village, carried by the wind.
Hermione shivered and pulled her black cloak tighter around herself, folding her arms, trying to keep warm. She found that it was becoming more and more difficult to read her newest book, A Thousand Tricks to Perfecting Potions. She looked down at the icy floor of Hogsmeade and wiped her ice-covered leather boots with her gloves. The blue trimmed bottom of her cloak was also coming to be covered in ice. She shivered again, and tried to focus on reading her book once again.
Draco Malfoy walked along the deserted streets of Hogsmeade, in the cold weather and moonlight, it was an eerie site. The cold weather forced most students to stay at the castle, and the few who had come were all in the shops to try and keep warm. He wore his black cloak trimmed in silver well, and it flowed elegantly behind him. His silver gloves matched that of his hair, and the weather made him even paler, if that was even possible. It was then he spotted Hermione sitting on the cement steps that led up to the archway where couples would eat during the summer months. The ice was covering the archway and the cement within, it was completely deserted. It would make a romantic winter spot for couples, if any cared to visit Hogsmeade in these months of harsh weather.
Not to his surprise she had a huge book resting upon her knees. Her delicate fingers
turned another page of the golden book as thick brown curls fell before her face. She
pushed the curls back behind her ear with his slender fingers. He noticed that her nails had been done in a French manicure, and in the icy setting they looked beautiful. She crossed her legs, and he saw her leather knee-high boots with a tall slender heel.
Hermione Granger had definitely changed in the past two years. She lifted her head,
not seeing Draco. Even from this distance he could tell her make-up was done in icy
colors. She looked like a Winter Goddess.
Draco scolded himself from idolizing Hermione like that, he shouldn't allow himself to
feel attraction to Hermione, he shouldn't allow himself to fall in l...No. That was ridiculous, it couldn't be lo...oh, forget it.
He was about to turn and walk the other way, another night he didn't let Hermione know how he felt would pass. The days would turn into months, and his chance would be gone to tell her. He knew what was in store for him when he graduated Hogwarts. His father would make him become a death eater. He shifted uncomfortably at the thought, he could still feel the aching scars the whip of his father had given him.
He wasn't even wanted by his own father, what made him think a girl would love him for any other reason then his family's power and money. He was about to turn,
that is, when Hermione met eyes with him, and....smiled. She gave him a very warm
smile in fact....a very sweet smile...
Hermione couldn't believe what she was doing, was she really smiling at Draco Malfoy? She looked at him standing there, and realized why she couldn't resist to smile. He was very well built, and very handsome. She was attracted to him. She was attracted to Draco Malfoy. What was wrong with her!? She couldn't be feeling this, it just wasn't right. A weak smile can from Draco's icy lips, becoming a soft, gentle grin. Hermione had never seen Draco smile before, maybe he really had changed. She set the book aside, and stood up, and Draco began to walk to her, closing in on the distance between them quickly.
It was then Draco and Hermione both became nervous, their stubborn personalities
almost ruining the perfect winter night. Almost. Within what had only seemed like seconds Draco was very near her, stopping just before the icy cement steps.
"Potty and Weasel ditch you again Mudblood?" Draco spat, and then scolded himself
for doing so.
Hermione's smile faded, those weren't the words she had hoped or expected would
come from his mouth.
"I don't see your bodyguards aren't anywhere to be found, sure you wanna try to insult
me all on your own?!" She asked in a mocking tone.
"Ouch Mudblood. How clever we are tonight." he said with an evil smirk forming on his
"Well, it's not exactly rocket science to be more clever than a Slytherin." she spat.
He placed a hand our his heart making a hurt look on his face.
"That really hurt you know. We can't all be as stupid as Gryffindors you know."
"I'd rather be a Gryffindor than a Slytherin any day. We all know what becomes of a
Draco quickly climbed the few steps that separated them, becoming very close to
"For your sake, Mudblood, you will not finish that sentence."
"For my sake!? How dare you threaten me!!" she almost yelled back.
"Tut, Tut, Tut. Showing our temper are we? Not very becoming of a Head Girl I
"Oh can it Malfoy. Your clever eleven year old insults are hardly anything now."
"Oh, so cold coming from a Gryffindor." he turned around to leave, trying to end this
now and figure out what had gone wrong when he heard her say those words.
"Oh so pathetic coming from a death eater." she replied coldly.
He whirled around, a look of hate on his face. His anger even added a little cooler to
his face, making he cheeks red.
"WHAT did you call me?"
"Are all Slytherins hard of hearing? I called you a death eater."
"You will NOT call me that!!!" he shouted in response.
"And if I do? You can't do anything to stop me."
Draco balled his fists in rage and bit his bottom lip in anger. He had to keep himself from
striking her. It took all his strength to turn around and rush down the stone steps.
"Leaving so soon are we Malfoy? Tell the other death eaters we say hello, and that there justice is coming."
Draco turned on his heels on the spot and calmly said, "I am no death eater." At that, he turned around, little did he know that why they had been talking the snow had made the ground icy, and he slipped and hit his head.
"Draco!" Hermione shouted, running towards him. On the last step her long heel broke and she too fell, landing on halfway on Draco, who had not yet risen. Silence fell. None of them no longer felt anger, and they didn't need words to apologize to each other, somehow, the other just knew.
Draco raised a gloved hand and pushed back a curl behind her ear. He
brought his hand to her cheek and caressed it softly, looking into her hypnotizing cinnamon eyes. She stared back into his enchanting silver eyes. Just then, the hand that had been propping her up slide on the ice and she was now laying on him completely.
When she fell, her smooth,lips met with his soft ones. He slowly slide his hands around her back, moving them up and down her back as their kiss became more intense. He parted her frosty lips with his tongue, meeting with hers instantly.
Her kiss and body warmed his instantly. Warmth was never anything he had felt before. He had kissed other girls, been with other girls, but they had all been so hollow. Hermione was so full of life, so perfect. He slowly changed positions so that he was on top of her, and kissed her forcefully.
He had never felt this for a girl before, and it was something he didn't want to let go of. She pulled away gently, suddenly becoming very aware of her surroundings. The pink color returned to his cheeks. He got up, and planted his feet and firmly as he could to help Hermione, who almost slipped again. She laughed and said, "If we had flat shoes, I bet we could ice skate."
He gave a weak smile, and held out his hand.
"Come on Granger." Draco said. Not Mudblood, Granger. It was an improvement.
"Where are we going?" she asked, not sure about taking his hand.
"There's something I wanna show you," he said, noticing her nervousness and added, "trust me."
She did trust himhe didn't know why, but she did. She smiled and took his hand, which he held onto tightly, almost protectively. They walked in silence for a while, until she spotted a rock wall covered in vine. From the look Draco had on his face the rock most
likely revealed a passage way. She turned to him, smiled, and said, "And all I wanted
was a winter's kiss."
"And that you shall have," he said, taking her into his arms and kissing her again.
A/N: okay i know hundreds of you will have of read this and hopefully most of you will have of liked it, but just take 10 seconds to write a review please... for me? pretty please. Anyway, i just want to know if there's anyone from England (Where i live) here?
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