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M & M's by blueeyes109

Format: Short story
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 516

Rating: 12+
Warnings: Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature

Genres: Fluff, Humor, Romance
Characters: Hermione, Draco
Pairings: Draco/Hermione

First Published: 04/27/2006
Last Chapter: 05/01/2006
Last Updated: 05/01/2006

Hermione eats m & m's and Draco is amused. R & R means read and review, not rant and rave. Inspired by the insane way I eat candy. Be brutal in thy constructive criticism.

Chapter 1: M & M's
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“Hermione, what are you doing?” Hermione looked up at him with a look of surprise on her face.
“What?” It was a peaceful Saturday morning, much more peaceful now that Draco and Hermione had declared a truce. They were the Heads now, and had begrudgingly agreed that it would not do for them to fight and bicker all the time. Draco agreed because he had his family’s pride to protect and Hermione agreed because she refused to live up to his mistaken belief that she was just a worthless, mudblood know-it-all.
“You’re being anal.” He pointed to an assortment of m&m’s that lay on the table. They were carefully arranged into groups by color and were being eaten by twos or fours.
“Why do you do that?” He asked.
“Do what?”
“That! You’re arranging those enimens by color as if you very life depended on it!”
She chuckled. “Draco, they’re ‘m & m’s’, not ‘enimens’.”
“Whatever. You’re acting like that demented character on ‘Monk’ that you forced me to watch.”
That struck a nerve.
“I beg your pardon?! Are you implying that I am remotely obsessive-compulsive?!”
“No, I’m saying it outright and you are not remotely obsessive-compulsive, you are completely obsessive-compulsive. So much that, if you looked it up in the dictionary, it would have your picture as the definition.”
He thought himself being quite witty. She, however, did not.
Her mouth dropped open in stunned fury. Then she closed it as her eyes narrowed into little slits.
“Just because I like everything in peaceful order, unlike some people,” She spoke in a voice like ice. “Doesn’t mean that I’m an anal-retentive, obsessive-compulsive, know-it-all freak as some would like to believe. Good day, Malfoy.”
She stalked out of the library. Draco cursed and ran after her.
“Hermione! Hermione! GRANGER!” She stopped and turned around with a look of death on her face. He caught up with her.
“Thank you. Now, I didn’t mean to insult you. I’m sorry. That’s one. Two,” He held out a bag. “You forgot your candy. And three…”
He grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her. She was so shocked she could only stand there and take it. Finally, he pulled back. Her eyes were wide and she wasn’t sure whether she should be furious or elated. How many times had she wondered what it would be like to kiss the infamous Draco Malfoy? As he started to walk away, she said, barely above a whisper,
“Wait.” Draco stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn’t believe his ears. He had expected her to scream, rant, rave, or at the very least never speak to him again and yet she said ‘wait’. Heart pounding with anticipation, he turned and looked her dead in the eye. She closed the gap between them and pressed her lips to his. ‘Finally’ she thought. As the kiss became more passionate, he wondered why in Merlin’s name he had never done this before. They broke apart and Draco grinned.
“You taste like chocolate.” He whispered. She smiled.
“You can never have too much.” And kissed him again.