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Roving Hands

Chapter One

"Urgh! Malfoy!"

A peeved Hermione Granger yelled as she chased the fair haired Slytherin boy through the halls of Hogwarts.

"Ahh! Just you wait till I get my hands on you!"

"Actually Granger, somehow I think I might enjoy having your hands on me."

The angry girl screamed in rage as the boy continued to taunt her maliciously. Malfoy laughed heartily as he slowed to let the girl catch up a little. As she neared him however, he again sped up. He rounded the corner and ducked into an empty classroom. He heard the pitter patter of running feet rush by the door. A few minutes later, Draco Malfoy cautiously opened the door. He peeked around the corner and, seeing no one, ambled his way back to the Heads common room that he shared with Hermione.

"Ah-ha! There you are you haughty son of a bitch! Gotcha!"

And with a squeal of triumph, Hermione tackled Malfoy to the ground. She straddled him; pining him underneath her. Her hands roved his vulnerable body in a search for something. Malfoy moaned softly as her hands brushed over his finely toned chest.

"I told you I thought I'd enjoy having your hands on me."

Hermione rolled her eyes as she continued her search. Unable to locate the coveted item, she leaned forward so she could whisper in Malfoy's ear.

"OK, you get three seconds to wipe that silly smirk off your face and tell me where it is, or I'll pull a Professor Xavier and have you convinced that you're a six year old girl. How'd you like that?"

Malfoy sighed and struggled slightly under her in one last feeble attempt to free himself. Not that he minded being straddled by the beautiful head girl, it was just that he was used to being the one doing te straddling.

"Fine, fine. It's in my back pocket. And with the way you're sitting on me, I highly doubt you'll be able to get it. However, if you get up, there's nothing keeping me here. So I guess we're stuck like this. Unless you have decided to just let me read your precious diary."

Hermione sighed and leaned forward again. "I can think of something that'll keep you here."

And with that, she starting placing soft kisses down the startled boy's jaw, finally reaching his full pink lips. She teased him mercilessly with her playful kisses and her teasing tongue. Finally, the poor boy couldn't take it anymore. He lifted his head, his lips meeting hers. Their tongues colliding shamelessly as the two were locked in a feverish kiss. Hermione carefully slid sideways off Malfoy and, without breaking the kiss, brought him up with her into a standing position. Still with there lips in a deadlock, she reached around his thin waist attempting to locate her diary. Upon finding it, she quickly and almost without touching him at all pulled it out of his pocket. The devious girl slowly broke apart from the head boy with a sly smirk playing across her face. Her honey brown eyes met his icy blue ones and both felt a spark. Hermione stood on her toes and placed a final kiss on the bewildered boy's pale cheek. She giggled as a faint blush spread over his otherwise colorless face. Then she cheekily wavered the diary in front of his face.

"HA! I got it! I told you I could make you stay while I got it. Why are you looking at me that way?"

For Malfoy was indeed looking at her strangely. He moved towards her again, his hands brushing up against her arms. Soon, they were once again in a deadlock of lips and full-out snogging. Hermione, again, was the first to break away and Malfoy moaned with displeasure as her warm lips left his own for the second time today.

"Dammit Granger. Now I'll never have enough of you. Ever. Since you're 'taboo' in the Malfoy household, you'd never be welcomed as my girlfriend. So now I'll have to be satisfied with those two amazing kisses."

Hermione gasped as the magnitude of Malfoy's words hit her.

"G-girlfriend? Me? Wow...and besides, who says your parents have to know? We have a whole common room to ourselves silly. Remember?"

Malfoy's icy eyes lit up as he did indeed remember the shared common room.

"And I doubt I'll ever get enough of you either."

After that last comment, Malfoy couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed the head girl's hand and rushed off back in the direction of their common room. With a wave of his wand, a crackling fire was lit in the fireplace grate and then he turned to her, his need rising in his chest. He saw his look in her eyes as well. They rushed at each other in a frenzied passion, falling onto the couch.

Later that night, Hermione wrote another entry into her returned diary.

Dear diary, tonight, my hands roved all over Draco Malfoy's body. And he wasn't the only one to enjoy it.