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First Kiss

Title: First Kiss
Author: drcjsnider
Pairing/Characters: Draco/Hermione
Rating: Pg-13
Word Count: 1,101
Prompt: For hp_fest 70. Draco/Hermione: First Kiss.
Summary: No matter how old you are that first kiss can be nerve-wracking.
Author’s Notes: Big thanks to lesemma and kazfeist for doing the beta work on this so fast!


It was silly to be so nervous about kissing someone you had known for over three decades – even if during the majority of those years you had despised the individual. Of course, she didn’t despise him now, far from it. Yet, that didn’t make it easier. She wanted it – no needed it – to be a good kiss. If she was going to get him to give her other kisses, going to convince him to give into whatever had been brewing between them, then she needed their first kiss to be spectacular.

She’d been planning it out all week, just how to do it. She’d wait until they had finished their evening. He’d walk her up to her front door and then lean in to give her the usual peck on the cheek. That is when she’d make her move. She would twist her face to meet his lips, while fisting her hands into his robes to keep him from pulling away. When he was immobile, she’d then caress his mouth with her own. Hermione was fairly confident that he would gasp in shock at her forward nature. She planned on taking advantage of his surprise by slipping her tongue into his mouth and deepening the kiss.

Having a plan made things easier, but it didn’t keep her stomach from twisting in knots in anticipation and fear. Lesser women would undoubtedly give it up as a bad job. But she hadn’t been sorted into Gryffindor because she was a coward; she would carry through with her plan, give it a shot, and try to win the romantic interest of Draco Malfoy.

-0-0-0-

It was completely and utterly pathetic for a forty-two year old man to be nervous about kissing a woman. It wasn’t like he was a simpering virgin. By Merlin, he had an ex-wife, a string of ex-girlfriends, and a few one-night stands under his belt. He should be able to kiss anyone without getting a case of hives. However, for some reason, he’d had a difficult time convincing himself to kiss her. He wanted to. Fuck, he’d dreamed about it – dreamed about doing a whole lot more than kissing her delectable body – yet still he hadn’t made a move.

When he thought about it rationally, he could point to two main causes for his hesitation. The first explanation was that he and Hermione had been going out as friends for too long. They’d started meeting for coffee over two years ago when she was a recent widow and he was still married. Neither had allowed any thoughts of impropriety to pass between them. Even after he’d gotten a divorce and they’d started seeing each other more often, meeting for dinner or attending the theatre together, their relationship had still been masked as a close friendship. Making the transition from friendship to romance was something that Draco had never attempted before, something he had no idea how to accomplish.

His second explanation, one that he did not like to acknowledge, was that he considered her too good for him. She was brave, beautiful, respected, admired, and brilliant. He was quite certain that she could have any man she wanted. He, on the other hand, had been a git during school, had taken the Dark Mark when he was sixteen, and spent many of the years following Voldemort’s defeat angry at the world for failing to live up to his expectations. It was only after the birth of his son that Draco had become determined to become a better man, to redeem the Malfoy family name, and to be grateful for the gifts he had been given. And while he had made progress, he still felt nowhere near worthy of a woman like Hermione Granger. This inferiority complex made it difficult to pursue a more physical relationship with his brown-eyed friend.

Despite his reservations and his determination to become a decent, upright citizen, Draco was still a Slytherin. Still a man who got what he wanted, when he wanted it, even if it meant being tactical in his relationships. He would get a kiss this evening; it was all planned out. When he dropped Hermione off at her door, he would lean in and grasp her chin instead of brushing his lips against her cheek at usual. He would then turn her head toward him, stare deeply into her eyes, and gently cover her mouth with his own. Draco hoped to tease her bottom lip with his teeth and tongue until she opened her mouth and allowed him inside to explore her recesses.

-0-0-0-

Their first kiss was an awkward mess. He’d moved in to grasp her chin just as she’d twisted her head and attempted to grab a hold of his robes. Hermione had ended up knocking her forehead into Draco’s jaw causing him to stagger backwards. He’d tripped over the flowerpot on her stoop and fell into the mums that lined the sidewalk.

“Are you okay?” she gasped.

“I’m excellent, Granger. I can’t imagine a better way to end an evening than sitting on my arse in the middle of your flowerbed!”

Hermione had giggled at his indignation.

“I’m so thrilled that you find my discomfort amusing.”

“I’m sorry,” she’d blushed, biting her lip to keep from laughing further.

Draco narrowed his eyes. He reached toward her. “At least give me a hand up.”

“Of course,” she smiled, leaning over and holding her hand out to him. Moments later she was calling out in surprise as Malfoy pulled her down next to him and began to laugh.

“It’s not funny!” she huffed, poking him in the shoulder several times.

“Right, especially when it happens to you,” he grinned at her.

Hermione shook her head, her lips twitching in amusement. “When did you become so spontaneous?”

“When I started hanging out with Gryffindors. It is all a matter of self-perseveration.”

She looked at him and her breath caught. They were so close to each other. His usually carefully styled hair had fallen into his eyes, which were sparking with mischief and something else. She nervously licked her lips before reaching up to rub a streak of dirt off of his cheek.

He grabbed her hand and kissed her palm.

“Draco,” she whispered leaning in to him.

He met her halfway. Their lips touched, caressed briefly, before they both sat back slowly. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he admitted.

She smiled at him gently. “Well, you definitely made it memorable.”

He grinned back at her, squeezing her hand. “How could you expect anything else from our first kiss, Granger?”

The End

Comments

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9t9
Mar. 18th, 2008 03:10 am (UTC)
I liked this a lot, I really like how you keep it plausible wrt canon and keep them IC. Reading the latest chapter of Now or Never has actually got me thinking a lot about Draco and the Malfoy perspective on things. Makes the Malfoy's a lot more palatable to me when I consider their perspective.

Also, I am noticing more and more that some of the best writing happens away from the canon ships. Lots of squeeing fangirls on the R/Hr end of things :)
drcjsnider
Mar. 18th, 2008 03:55 am (UTC)
Glad you liked it. I have been pretty canon-centric lately and you can't really write Dramione canon that doesn't put the pair in the 40s.

Oh, I think there is just as much crappy Draco/Hermione stories out there as Ron/Hermione. :)
rahnee13
Mar. 18th, 2008 04:07 am (UTC)
So darn cute! I chuckled all the way through.

Still have a silly grin on my face, thanks to you!
drcjsnider
Mar. 18th, 2008 02:10 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I think it is so fun to write these two... some things they have so much in common, while in other ways they are almost opposites.
leochi
Mar. 18th, 2008 05:06 am (UTC)
*still giggling* Such a lovely and cute piece - Love the way you characterized both of them and the end was really hilarious :DDD
drcjsnider
Mar. 18th, 2008 02:09 pm (UTC)
Ah thanks... I can just picture Draco sitting admist the mums looking a tad frustrated :)
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