She looked across the lake, shimmering in the moonlight and the reflection of the stars, deep in thought over what had just happened. It baffled her, she couldn't believe what she had just seen. Ronald Weasley cheating on her with Neville. She was disgusted and raging with anger. How could he do this to her, he could have at least broken up with her and told her he was gay. The thought only made her angrier, so angry in fact that she didn't hear someone walk up behind her.
"What are you doing out here all alone Granger? You of all people should know it's not safe to be out alone in the dark," whispered Malfoy quietly in her ear. She could feel his warm breath on her neck, giving her shivers. He was so close she could feel his chest brushing against her back, sending another round of shivers through her body at the thought of his proximity.
Yes, she had just seen Ron cheating on her with another guy, but just because she was going to break up with him didn't mean there weren't other people she could think of being with. A perfect example was Malfoy. He was handsome, charming, sexy, and bad in a good way. Yeah, there were all those years of him taunting her and such, but to her it only made him more forbidden and delicious.
"I'm taking some time to think Malfoy. . . Alone if you don't mind," she responded cheekily. He didn't leave, in fact he proceeded to put his hands on her waist. His hands were firm, callused, and strong yet his touch was soft and sensual.
"Actually, I do mind," he quietly spoke into her ear, lifting a hand to tuck a stray strand of hair that blew into her face with the breeze, tucking it carefully back behind her ear. She shivered again as he trailed his hand lightly down her side back to her waist. "See the thing is Granger, I think that you need a man in your life, not some boy like Weasley, who happens to be shagging Longbottom in an abandon classroom right now, but a real man that can fulfill your needs as a woman. A man like me," he spoke with a voice husky, and lustful before softly biting her on her neck eliciting a whimper from Hermione.
She quickly composed herself though responding with a bitter tone, "You think I don't already know about Ron, Malfoy? It's over between us anyway, and what makes you think that you're a man, let alone the man I need?"
"Oh, don't try to hide it Granger. I've seen your wanton eyes glancing at me in potions," she flushed knowing she had been caught thinking about him during class and somehow looking over to him, "And I've heard you talking to the Weaslette. You know you should really hold those kinds of, deliciously bad conversations for a more private place than the hallway."
Hermione just about died. He had heard her telling Ginny about the dream she had the other night. It was about Malfoy, and man was it bad, but in a good way.
"You know I'm a man Granger. You've seen me after I get out of the shower when you carelessly walked in without knocking. I know what you want and what you need. And what you need right now Granger is to be treated like the woman you are."
She hated the fact that they had to share a dorm as head boy and girl. Hermione shivered and her knees buckled under her, but Malfoy caught her. He knew what he was doing to her, and was being reckless about it. Before she knew it he had her against a tree. Her breath caught in her throat as his lips smashed into hers with bruising force. Once she had registered what was happening, she began to kiss him back with fervor. Her hands began roaming his body, which was hard and toned from playing Quidditch so much. Malfoy' hands also began to roam her body, feeling her luscious curves. Then suddenly he pulled back, she opened her eyes and he was gone.
She slowly made her way back to her room and sank to the floor. A few minutes later she heard him enter the common room. What just happened? She knew how much she wanted him, and he knew too. She sat awhile in thought before she came to the conclusion that she had to break up with Ron, even thought he was cheating, before she could be with anyone else, or she would be just as bad as Ron was.
With that she got up and went to bed with a lingering dampness between her legs from her encounter with Malfoy, only to be haunted with dreams of pleasure and what could have happened that night. In the morning she woke with soaking bedsheets. Her dreams had been so bad, in a good way.