Gives You Hell (Dramione Love Story)

Chapter 25

Heres another short chapter for not posting for two weeks!!!!!!!

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They were consumed in each other, their breathing growing heavy. Yet they still refused to pull away. They were pouring all of their emotions into that single kiss. Draco’s hands dropped down to her waist and pulled her body closer to his, sharing body heat as the snowflakes fell around them. They could not get enough of each other.

Finally they pulled away to take in a much needed breath. Their foreheads rested against each other as they stared into each other’s eyes. Draco’s were like melted silver, they were warm and bright.  Hermione’s beautiful orbs were chocolate hazel, all trace of emerald gone. It was as if it had been washed away.

Like lovesick fools, they could not help but grin, high with the excitement and newfound energy. They were happy, completely enraptured. All felt right in the world and they could not think about any better place to be than in each other’s arms.

Puffs of white air escaped their mouths as they struggled to control their breathing. Draco held Hermione to him closely, not wanting her to escape his hold, and she did not mind. He was the only thing keeping her from melting to the ground.

They continued to gaze into each other’s eyes, into each other’s souls. They could not describe what they felt for each other in words, it was just too intense to describe. Hermione’s hand moved on their own accord. Like before, she hesitantly touched his face. Where skin touched skin, sparks ignited and shivers ran through their spines. Draco stayed still, waiting to see what she was doing.

Her left hand rested on his chest but with her right hand, she caressed his cheek. With her thumb, she stroked the dark bags under his eyes, a sign that he had not slept recently. She kept eye contact with him the entire time and watched as his eyes sparkled gray and blue. She then cupped his face with both of her hands and leaned towards him.

First, she kissed his left cheek, then his right, and he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling she stirred within his deprived soul. His heart was a humming bird. She then tippy toed and kissed both his eyelids softly, they were butter fly kisses, so soft it felt like the wind caressing him. Then she kissed his forehead, the tip of his nose, and the edges of his lips.

Draco stayed still, keeping his arms around her waist and trying to calm his heart. However, it was no use. Everywhere she kissed him she ignited a blazing trail of passion, desire, and yearning within him. Her kisses were so tender and gentle that he had to restrain himself from crashing his lips onto hers.

Hermione then hovered her lips over his, savoring every kiss, every feeling, every heartbeat. She then kissed his warm lips softly and he kissed her back with gentleness she did not know he was capable of. Their kiss was slow and even more passionate than the one before. They were relishing each other and imprinting everything they felt in their minds. They never wanted to forget what they were feeling in that moment.

It was joy, bliss, happiness, and even love. They never wanted to leave each other’s grasps. They wanted to stay like that, kissing, forever. If they were to die right then and there, they would have died happy. But alas when all seemed to be going well, something had to happen to ruin their moment.

Hermione pulled away, regretfully. She stared down taking an interest in the piece of clothing she was wearing. Although kissing Draco felt so good, she also felt guilty. Did she not just say she was dating Theo? And was she easily going to forget all that happened earlier that day?

Remembering just that, she pulled out of his grasps and took a few steps back. She noticed a hurt expression cross his face and she wanted nothing more than to kiss all the pain away. But she couldn’t do that. She could not just let him use her like that. If he declared that he wanted her, why was it that he had slept with another girl the night before? Was she really going to allow herself to forget all that he had done?