Did I know this would be a bad idea? Yes. Did I proceed to execute it anyway? Yes. And did I regret it every single moment after I let it happen? Absolutely.
To simply sum up what happened: Malfoy asked to come with me to the Weasley home, and I said sure. I had no idea what went through my mostly logical mind and at the heat of the moment, I accepted his demand.
I used 'demand' instead of any word to describe how a person could politely ask someone else for a favor was because it was the only suited word to express how I felt about Malfoy's behaviors.
It happened when I was curled up in the armchair and eating a chocolate chip cookie. Malfoy, being his casual self, quietly sneaked up to me and snatched the half-eaten cookie from my hand.
"Ugh, excuse me?" I rose my eyebrow, "As you can probably tell, I was eating it."
"You aren't now," He curled his lips and got down on one knee in front me, I was dubious of his actions.
With his thumb and index finger pinching my cookie in one hand and the other on the armrest of the chair, he slowly leaned forward as I was trying my best not to move back. A smirk climbed on his thin lips and his face was inches away from mine:
"Hermione, I'm going to Weasley's place with you."
"I don't think I understand," I did all I could to not stumble on words.
"Since when are you having trouble with basic English?" He didn't move, instead, he got even closer.
"Are you trying to intimidate me?" I squinted, quickly glanced at his lips before looking back into his eyes.
"I am simply making a suggestion," He said softly as he continued to get closer. Just as I thought his lips were about to touch mine, he slightly tilted his head to whisper while gently nibbling on my ear, "So, what do you think?"
"Umm…"
"Are you distracted by anything? You don't seem to be much focused," He said in a teasing tone. I could feel his warm breath, the heat of my ear, and the tip of his tongue sliding down the rim.
If I said I didn't like this moment one bit, then I was lying.
I was doomed.
"Not going to lie but I think it's a bit hard for me to think straight right now," I spoke honestly. I attempted to turn a little so that I could face him, but he grabbed my chin with his ice-cold fingers and held me still. He then moved his battlefield down to my neck and began to press his surprisingly warm lips against it.
It was gentle yet forceful.
I said it before, and I would say it again:
I was doomed.
"I fail to see why you cannot," He said in a muffled tone. His soft, pale-blonde hair brushed against my cheek and left a trace of his signature scent.
There wasn't even a clue for me to start figuring out what Draco Malfoy's charm was, but I was sure trapped and not even thinking about getting out.
"Well, if you don't mind stepping away from me and gave my cookie back, then I can clear my mind," I said, sitting stiffly in the armchair, with my hands on my lap, fighting the urge to wrap them around his waist.
"Unfortunately, that is not possible at the moment," He didn't stop, then I heard the sound of something hitting the floor, "And oh, I think your cookie is now gone, too bad."
With his hand now freed, he slid his arm behind me and held me tight.
"I'm going to Weasley's place with you tomorrow," He repeated, "And you are going to let me."
"Sure, sure," I gave in. My head was spinning, and the last part of any logical thoughts had left my brain, "Whatever you please."
"That's what I wanted to hear," I could picture him grinning.
Without any warning, he pulled me up from the chair and let me loose. With a victorious smile, he said:
"Now, would you like a new cookie?"
"No, forget about the damn cookie," I said without thinking and wrapped my arm around him, "I want you."
He was surprised at first, but his smile remained:
"You never fail to amaze me, Hermione Granger."