Draco had never liked you.

You’ve been enemies since 1st year. You were a loud, obnoxious, muggleborn gryffindor. You were energetic, fierce, bold, sassy, sarcastic know it all. You stood up for Potter and Weasley and Granger and Longbottom. It was ridiculous. He hated you.

So why was he doing this? Why was he with you in a broom closet, kissing you like his life depended on it? His cold arms around your warm waist. What he was doing contradicted everything he believed in, kissing a muggleborn. It was disgusting. Yet he couldn’t stop.

If anyone found out about this, he’d be in big trouble. His dad would practically disown him.

But he didn’t pull away. If anything, he deepened the kiss.