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Author's note: This isn't exactly a first chapter, more of a prologue really. Please R&R, even constructive critisism is appreciated Oh, and if some of my Harry Potter facts are a little wrong, it's because I haven't read all the books. In fact, I've only read the first two, and that was a long time ago. Other than that, I've seen all the current movies. I mostly get my information from other fanfics lol. So again, sorry if my facts are a bit off lol. This is also probably the longest chapter you'll see from me in this story. But, it might not be. We'll see how the story goes

Unbridled Attraction

Prologue

Hermione was pinned up against the wall. Half-naked, only wearing her bra and underware. Guess who was holding her hands behind her back? Draco Malfoy... Odd, isn't it? Malfoy and Granger, doing something as dirty as this? Well, it wasn't exactly Hermione's idea. Malfoy, however, had planned it all along. Had been planning it for quite some time now, ever since he'd learned that he was head boy and she was head girl. Of course, he had to wait a while, deciding to put his plan into action close to holiday break. Once December rolled around, he was getting more and more anxious to play out his plan. And now, he was finally doing it, what he'd wanted to do for so long.

"Hermione, you know you want me," Malfoy purred in her ear as he pushed her up against the wall a little harder. His breath tickled her neck, causing an involuntary shiver to go up her bare spine. Thankfully Malfoy hadn't seemed to notice. This, for some reason, infuriated Hermione even more so than she already was.

"Malfoy, you jerk, let go of me and put my clothes back on! I'll scream! Someone will hear me and then you'll be kicked out of Hogwarts. What would your daddy think of that? His precious little perfect boy, raping a girl in the Head Common Room?"

That comment made anger stir in Malfoy. "Don't speak of him," he threatened her.

Hermione risked a smug smile, not even noticing that her bottom lip throbbed from when she'd hit the wall. "Ooh, touchy subject?" she said, repeating something he'd said to her what seemed like hours ago, but had only been about five minutes.

Malfoy grabbed a bit of her hair, pulling her head softly back so she could see him. He gave her a serious look, his icy blue eyes piercing her soft brown ones. The look was so intense she had to look away.

"Let go, Malfoy," she said, warily. All she wanted to do was go back to her room where her bed was patiently waiting for her.

To her surprise, Malfoy let her go. He stalked up to his room, robes flying behind him, and slammed the door. Stunned by his sudden loss of interest, Hermione blinked several times, before she finally realized she was still without her robes. Quickly she gathered her robes and clothes and ran up to her room.

She put sweatpants on and a large shirt, borrowed from Harry at the start of the year. (She'd only kept the shirt because it was comfortable to sleep in, and it smelled like Harry; the smell... comforted her.) She curled up into a ball on the bed, not even bothering to get under the covers.

The window's curtain was open, which was where her gaze was. She was looking out the window, watching the dark clouds pass slowly across the brightly shining moon. She wondered what time it was. Her eyelids suddenly felt heavy, and she started to fall asleep. As this happened, she thought about the events that lead up to her being pinned up against the wall by her enemy...

EARLIER THAT EVENING...

"Hermione, come on! Let's go to dinner!" Ginny Weasley pleaded, stamping her feet slightly while Hermione was getting ready for that night's dinner in the Gryffindor Common Room. All she was doing was brushing her hair, while standing in front of the fire, her eyes entranced by the jumping flames.

Ginny, exasperated, stamped her foot one last time, then stomped over to Hermione, grabbing the brush out of her hand. "You aren't even brushing your hair! What's up with you? You were totally spacing out!"

Hermione blinked a few times, then shook her head, trying to clear it up. She'd been deeply in thought, thinking about the next Defense Against the Dark Art's test. She was worried that she hadn't studied enough, though some would say she'd overstudied. But, Hermione Granger was known around Hogwarts for being the know-it-all mudblood.

"Um. Yeah. I was just thinking about a test coming up and-"

"Well, come on!" Ginny interrupted her, throwing the brush down on the ground and grabbing Hermione's arm. She was still holding on to her arm as she drug her out of the Gryffindor Common Room. "Harry and Ron are waiting for us, they're supposed to be saving us seats!"

Suddenly having to use the bathroom, Hermione put a look of apology on and said, "Oh, well, tell them that I just had to use the bathroom and I'll be there in a few minutes."

Ginny sighed and nodded, quickly hurrying to the dining hall.

Hermione walked down the stairs that lead to the girl's bathroom, thinking about the test again. She was so absorbed in remembering the facts that she didn't see the person that she ran into. Strong hands gripped her arms, a snicker escaping the one those hands belonged to. She knew that snicker. Looking slowly up into the person holding her, she saw she was right.

"Malfoy, I would appreciate it if you'd let go of me," she said matter-of-factly. Draco Malfoy, the guy she loved to hate (and would hate to love), just stood there, grinning smugly.

"Oh, and why would I do that, Granger? Are you meeting Potter or Weasel somewhere? Gonna go have a little wild time with them?"

Hermione glared at him. She realized that they were alone in the hallway. The thought scared her a bit. Malfoy was a bad person, he could do anything to her. "No, I just had to use the bathroom. Please let me go."

He stared at her, eyes so blue it was like you were looking into an ocean when they were fixed on you. His gaze made Hermione uncomfortable, and she squirmed a bit in his arms. "What?" she asked, looking off to the side.

Yes, tonight's the night, Malfoy thought to himself. He smiled brightly, something that unnerved Hermione. "Oh, well, I shouldn't keep you from that." His upper lipped curled. "Wouldn't want you to have an accident."

Hermione huffed and wriggled out of his grip. Quickly she walked to the girl's bathroom, looking back only once. What she saw frightened her. Malfoy had been watching her walk to the bathroom the whole time, and he was smiling in an odd way to himself, mumbling something. She hoped he hadn't been casting a spell on her.

After Hermione had disappeared in the bathroom, Malfoy debated on waiting for her, but the growl of his hungry stomach decided for him. "Just wait, Granger... You'll get what you've got coming to you..." he whispered into the hall before disappearing himself to the dining hall.

Hermione finished up in the bathroom, then found herself minutes later enjoying a nice dinner surrounded by her friends. Harry was telling a Quidditch joke, and Ron was laughing with his mouth full of food. Ginny was smiling dreamily at Harry. Hermione chuckled a little bit to herself, knowing what it was like to have a silly crush on Harry. After being such good friends with Harry, she'd decided that it was better not to have a crush on Harry. On anyone really. She felt that it was more important to focus on school rather than on boys (Ginny, however, felt the opposite). Besides, there wasn't anyone she'd date anyone. Especially not-

"Hey, Weasel, don't you know any manners?" Malfoy yelled across the dining hall, causing Crabbe and Goyle to crack up.

Malfoy can be such a prick, Hermione thought to herself, turning around only to glare at Malfoy for a few seconds, hoping that he'd see it, but, at the same time, that he wouldn't. After their little meeting in the hall, Malfoy not only infuriated her, he creeped her out. To her dismay, he'd seen her glare, and he gave her a smug look in return. She quickly turned back around and hunkered down a bit, nibbling on a dinner roll.

Ron's face reddened and he shot back (of course, he finished the food in his mouth before talking) "Why don't you mind your own business, Malfoy?"

Malfoy and company cracked up again. "What, couldn't come up with a better come back then that?" All the Slytherins were laughing now.

Hermione wished she felt brave enough at that minute to stand up for Ron, like she usually did, but she was afraid to. She didn't like feeling like this. Malfoy had never got to her like this before.

"Ron, just ignore them," Harry advised. Ron sneered at the Slytherins but continued eating. Hermione noticed that for the rest of dinner Ron was pretty much quiet. Whenever he did say something, he made sure there was no food in his mouth, obviously wanting to avoid Malfoy again.

"Hermione, what are you doing after dinner?" Ginny asked just as dinner was finishing up. Harry and Ron had long ago left to the Gryffindor Common Room, wanting to get a good nights rest for the Quidditch match that was to happen the next day.

Hermione answered Ginny, "Well I still need to study for the test-"

Ginny threw her hands up in the air. "Study, study, study! That's all you do! Why can't we just hang out for a bit, like normal people?"

She wanted to, but she felt that she hadn't studied enough yet. Although, the thought of going back to the Head Common Room and the possibility of running into Malfoy did make her want to say yes to hanging out. However, the studious part of Hermione knew better, and she shook her head no.

"I'm sorry Ginny. I promise, after this test-"

"We'll hang out. That's what you always say, and so far, it hasn't happened yet." Without another word, Ginny got up and left Hermione sitting there.

Knowing that the redheaded girl needed to blow off a little steam, Hermione let Ginny storm out of the dining hall. Sighing, she looked around and noticed that there were a few people left. A few Hufflepuffs, some Ravenclaws, no Gryffindors, and one Slytherin... Malfoy.

Draco was studying Hermione with interest. Hmm... pretty face, ugly hair, nice body, not bad for a mudblood. He sneered at her when she looked his way. He watched her quickly exit the dining hall, giving her a head start to the Head Common Room. After he was sure she'd made it there, Malfoy got up and made his way back to his room.

As he approached the portrait he noticed something was wrong. Hermione's robes were sitting in front of the portrait. "Where'd that little mudblood go?" He hadn't meant to say it aloud.

"I'm right here, you know. I was just checking up on Ginny. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go study for the test that's coming up in a few days."

Draco turned around and started down at Hermione. He was giving her that look again, the one he'd given her in the dining hall. That smug look.

Startling her, Malfoy's hand reached out and stroked the side of her face. She immediately backed up, glaring at him. Her hand flew up to where he'd touched her, as if he'd scolded her. It felt tingly.

"Why did you do that?" she asked, fear creeping into her voice. She didn't think there was enough fear for him to notice, but his smile told her differently.

He stepped towards her, making her step back again. He moved forward one more time, she moved back. He stopped moving, knowing that he could probably back her off a cliff right now if they were on one.

"Why? I don't know." His answer confused her. Before she had time to ask why he didn't know, he picked up her robes and handed them to her. Before she had time to thank him, he'd uttered the password and disappeared inside the Head Dormitories.

Hermione shook her head to clear it, said the password to the portrait, then walked slowly inside the dormitory. She couldn't shake the feeling that Malfoy was hiding in the dark somewhere, ready to pounce on her as soon as she turned her back.

To her relief, however, once she'd made it into the Common Room, she saw that he was starting a fire. It was then that she realized how cold it was in the room.

She scratched her head and mumbled a barely audible "Thanks" to him. Not ready to study yet and wanting to warm up a bit, Hermione sat down on one of the chairs surrounding the fire.

After it was made, Malfoy sat down on the couch across from Hermione. She was studying the fire, the flames entrancing her like they had earlier. Malfoy studied her, his eyes slipping over her body.

Feeling his eyes on her, Hermione snapped out of the trance from the fire and glared at Malfoy, crossing her arms over her chest. She suddenly felt the need to cover herself up for some reason. "Do you mind?" she asked, her voice breaking. One of Malfoy's eyebrows shot up at the sound of her voice faltering.

"What do you mean? Can't I stare at you? I'm a guy, you're a girl, you have a body, and it's not bad to look at, OK? Oh, no, don't huff about like that." Hermione started to get up but Malfoy jumped up to stopped her. "It was a compliment, Granger. Can't handle compliments?"

She breathed hard through her nose, angry at Malfoy for flattering her. Yeah, she could handle compliments, but the fact that he was complimenting her made her nervous, and the fact that he was towering over her at the moment made her even more nervous, angry, and slightly afraid.

She glared up at him. "Yeah, I can take a compliment. And here's one for you: You're a pompous jerk who likes making fun of people who are weaker than him."

Malfoy laughed at that. She just called the Weasel weak! Haha, wait till I tell him that! He mimicked her, crossing his arms over his broad chest, and bent foward towards her. She fell back into the chair, not wanting him to be that close to her. He noticed her breath had quickened when he'd moved towards her. "You know, that doesn't sound nice enough to be a compliment, but since I'm not nice I'll take it as one."

Hermione swallowed hard, her heart pounding. "Well, whatever. Fine. Take it as one. That's the only compliment you'll ever get from me." Feeling an ounce of bravery, Hermione stood up and tried to push Malfoy out of her way. However, he was much stronger than her, and she sound found herself back in the chair. Malfoy was leaning over her, his hand on either side of her, resting on the chair's arms.

She looked up at him, frantically thinking about what to do. I could kick him where it hurts... She briefly considered it, but decided no good would come from it. She couldn't come up with anything so she just sat there, defenseless.

"What, not going to fight back? I'm disappointed in you, Granger. I thought you hated me. What, are you going soft on me, now?" He'd backed off a bit, but he was still in her way.

She sat up straighter. "Of course I still hate you! Why would you think otherwise? Now, get out of my way, I'd like to study..." Her voice dragged off. She knew her pleads were hopeless. He had her where he wanted her, now he was going to do whatever he wanted to her.

"Uh-huh. That's all you care about, isn't Granger?" He gave her a curious look. "Studying, school work, grades? Why, you're nothing but a teacher's pet who I'd be willing to bet has never made it to second base."

She gave him a confused look, wondering why he'd brought up baseball. Malfoy assumed she'd thought that, so he explained, "No, I'm not talking about baseball, Granger. Although this does involve balls, but not of the sports kind."

Her face reddened as she figured out what he was talking about. "That doesn't concern you, Malfoy. My... sexual... experiences... aren't any of your business."

He grinned at her. "You want to fuck Potter, don't you? Or, no, don't tell me it's the Weasel?" He laughed. "Oh great, don't tell me you like girls, that you wanna fuck the Weaselette?" His upper lip curled.

"Enough!" Now she stood up, not caring that this act made her all the more closer to him. She was practically pushed up against him, and anger built up in her when she realized he wasn't going to move back.

"Ooh, touchy subject?" he smirked. "So, who is it then? Potter, Weasel or Weaselette?" She didn't answer him, just stared down at their feet. He took this as a good sign, and put his hands on her shoulders. That caused her head to snap up, and she glared at him with such a look of hatred. But he also saw fear laced in with that hatred. "Or, maybe, your little 'I hate you, Malfoy' is all an act to cover up your true feelings for me?" Her eyes narrowed. She had no idea what to say, which was only letting Draco win. He smiled. "That's what it is, isn't it? You want me so bad that you don't know how to act around me, so you just pretend to hate me." She didn't disagree, which angered her. She wanted to so badly but it was like he'd put a silencing spell on her. Maybe he did, I wouldn't put it past him.

He ran his fingers through her hair, bending over to smell the sweet shampoo. She opened her mouth to protest but found that she could speak at all. That bastard did put a silencing spell on me! He laughed, having figured that she'd guessed what he'd done. "Can't talk? Well that's good, I doubt you'd have anything to say. Not like whatever you'd say could stop me from doing this-"

And with that, he brought his lips down onto hers, grasping clumps of her hair in his hands. The force of the kiss was so powerful, and, not wanting to fall over, Hermione had no choice but to grab onto Malfoy, putting her arms around his waist.

He kissed her with such passion, she forgot for a moment who she was kissing. Her eyes closed and shivers were running up and down her body, making sure they hit every nerve. And, just as soon as it had started, the kiss had ended. Hermione opened her eyes (When had I closed them? She wondered), and saw Malfoy grinning down at her. He had her face cupped in his hands, and her fingers were clawing onto his back. "I do believe that since you kissed me back, you must have some feelings for me."

She wanted to spit in his face right then. She knew now that there was no taking back what had just happened. Maybe there's a time erasing spell...? But she knew that nothing could change what just happened.

Opening her mouth to speak, she wanted to say "Fuck you, Malfoy," but he hadn't undone the silencing spell yet. When she realized she still couldn't talk, Hermione's mouth clamped shut and she let go of Malfoy, wondering why she hadn't let go of him earlier.

"I'm sorry, but for fear of you yelling I have to keep the silencing spell on you." She glared at him. "Now, I do believe we were agreeing that you have an unbridled attraction to me." She looked away, a tear forming in her eye. Why is he doing this to me? Does he hate me that much? But then, why is he kissing me? Why do I sort of like it? Ugh! I hate him!

Draco saw the tear and brushed it away with his finger. The gesture was so soft and sweet and so unlike him that Hermione thought for a moment that he might actually be human. But then, he said "Let's give you a little baseball lesson. I do believe that with my experience I could get you all the way to homeplate." And, with that, he start to undo the button-up shirt that she was wearing. How could I have thought, even for a second, that Malfoy is a human? He's a beast! She tried to push his hands away but he performed a move that shocked her and let him win, basically.

What he did was he turned her around so abruptly, then grabbed her arms and put them behind her back, made sure he had a good hold on them with one hand, then reached the other hand around her and continued to unbutton her shirt. The act surprised her so much that her arms stopped straining against him. She sort of melted under his touch now.

Well, this is getting easier by the minute, Draco thought happily, as he moved to her shirt. Thankfully that was easy to take off with one hand. Now she was in her black bra and grey undies. He liked seeing her like this.

Realizing with a start that she was almost naked, and that she'd let Draco Malfoy, of all guys, get this far with her, Hermione lashed out and struggled so hard that she broke free of Malfoy's grasp, but so hard that she fell to the ground.

Somehow the spell he'd put on her had been broken, and now she could talk. She got up, turned around, and found herself back where she started- in Malfoy's arms. "Malfoy let go of me you fucking bastard!" She pounded his chest with her fisted hands.

"Woah-ho-ho, there, Granger. Hold on! You're getting a little to wild for me." She struggled in his grasp so much that she almost got away.

He didn't want to let her go so he pushed her up against the wall. She'd banged her upper lip a little bit, and a little bead of blood started to form on her lip. She didn't notice, though. All she knew what that something very, very bad was about to happen to her. And Draco Malfoy was the one that was going to be doing it to her.

"Fuck you, Malfoy!" she yelled, partly in anger, partly in fear.

"Ooh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? And, to be honest, I wouldn't mind that either. I bet you'd be good in bed, Granger. I can almost feel you quivering now as my hard cock slides into you..." he whispered in her ear.

"I hate you! I would never fuck you, let alone kiss you!"

"Oh, poor Granger. You must have a bad memory. Don't you remember the passionate kiss we shared just a few minutes ago? Should I remind you?" He tried to turn her around but she slammed herself back into the wall.

"No! Leave me alone! I hate you!"

"Hermione, you know you want me," Malfoy purred in her ear, pushing her up against the wall even more.

"Malfoy, you jerk, let go of me and put my clothes back on! I'll scream!" Then she mentioned his father, which caused anger to stir in his piercing blue eyes. He scowled, anger brewing in his body. She'd ruined it. She had to go and mention him. His worthless, dead beat father.

"Don't speak of him," he threatened her.

"Ooh, touchy subject?" That bitch, she has enough pride to be smug at a time like this! A time when I could fuck her senseless and she wouldn't have a say about it otherwise? But now that's not going to happen, at least not tonight, she had to go and fucking mess it up. He grabbed her hair while thinking this, pulled her head back so that she could see the serious look he gave her. Too serious for her, she looked away.

"Let go, Malfoy." She'd said it in a way that made it seem like the life was drained out of her. Suddenly, Malfoy felt like his life had been drained out of him.

Angry, he let go of her and stalked up to his room, slamming the door behind him. I'll get that bitch, she doesn't know what she has coming to her... Messing up my plans, mentioning my sorry ass of an excuse father... He sighed and turned off the lights and climbed into bed, angry thoughts dancing around his head a few minutes, before sleep finally took over his body.

Hermione, not fulling recovering from all that had happened, thought about the night as she laid, curled up on her bed, slowly drifting into a nightmare filled sleep...

Author's note: Wow. That turned out way longer than I had planned. lol What do you think?