Difference

Maybe it was the smug look on her face when she said it that finally did him in.

"So are you going to move or what, Malfoy? Some of us like to walk through doors you know."

He snapped. Grabbing her by her petite little shoulders, he easily hauled a slightly stunned Hermione Granger out of the Potions classroom she had just been so eager to leave and pulled her down the stony dungeon corridor. Ignoring her indignant squeals (if squeals can really be indignant at all) of protest, he dragged her around a corner and pressed her back to the wall. Suddenly it was like they had never moved, except she looked like she might breathe fire on him at any moment.

"What the hell, Malfoy? You could have just bloody moved out of the –"

Ignoring her very un-Granger like language, he silenced her rage by covering her mouth with his own. She stiffened instantly, but remained blessedly silent as he ghosted his lips across hers. Gently, his tongue prodded for entrance, and suddenly and unexpectedly, it was granted, and she reached out to taste him with her own tongue. It wasn't the duel of enemies one might have anticipated, but slow and light, no, barely there at all, as they dragged their mouths across each other, hardly touching. She pulled at his bottom lip with her teeth, and he shivered, though whether it was from the sudden and fleeting pressure of her pearly-whites or the feeling of her cool fingers running through his hair, he wasn't sure. Her soft tongue lapped his and he couldn't deny that this was without a doubt the most sensual and amazing kiss he'd ever experienced. That their mouths were barely touching seemed not to matter.

He broke the contact, hardly a major effort, and his eyes opened to see her large brown ones full of laughter, staring at him. The second he opened his mouth, she spoke.

"Look, Granger, I-"

"You know, Malfoy, you kiss like a girl."

His mouth snapped shut.

"Yep, most guys would've smothered me against this wall as they tried to pour all their masculinity into my mouth. Not you though. Very nice."

She smirked, an expression all too familiar, and turned to leave the dungeon hall.

"You… I- what… how do you know what a girl kisses like?"

She turned back, the smirk spreading into a cheerful laugh that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

"Oh please, which Weasley did you think I was kissing?"

Draco wasn't sure he'd ever run after someone quite that fast.