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"Malfoy?"

Malfoy looked up groggily, only half surprised to find the pompous Gryffindor standing in the doorway of his classroom.

"What are you doing here?"

"What is it to you where I spend my bloody hours, Granger?" He drawled, letting his feet drop from the table to the ground.

"Your hours mean nothing to me, so long as you don't spend the hours deemed as your bedtime out of bed. Especially on my watch."

He stood up, hands shoved deep into his pockets. "It seems Hogwarts will be getting another Filch...only this one is more irritating, and equipped with teats."

"Malfoy, if you won't go to your dorms right now I will-"

"I know what you will do. You will run to that old coot and tell him to give me detention. Or perhaps you'll fetch one of your boyfriends to beat me bloody."

She sighed frustratedly and glared at him. He had now walked the distance of the classroom, and was looming over her with a sneer plastered on his face.

"Neither of them are my boyfriends, and you know this just as well." She scoffed. "Do I have to escort you to make sure you get to your dorms?"

"Oh, please miss, no!" Draco mocked. "Do you think you can scare me, mudblood?"

"As you may see, I am a prefect, as are you. However, tonight is not your shift, and thus all rules also apply to you. G-"

He slammed the door shut from behind her. In her brown eyes he could see just the smallest flicker of surprise, and that was enough for him. He grabbed her waist and pushed her roughly against the door, enclosing her supple, pink lips with his own in a hungry kiss.

She whimpered, but could not escape his probing tongue nor his strong hands. He leaned straight into her, sandwiching her in between the door and himself, and placed both his hands on either side of her head.

When he pulled away for a breath, he watched her eyes for any reaction at all. He was not surprised to see fear, surprise and shock, but for a moment he could have sworn he had noticed a flicker of...of...

Of what? Disappointment?

He scoffed at the idea. Leaving her to stand there, he yanked the door open and skulked away.

Hermione sank to the ground, her heart fluttering and her feet shaky. Draco bloody Malfoy had just snogged her.

She felt violated. What right did he have to be walking around, snogging people?

She was a muggle-born, a mudblood - why should the Slytherin Prince do so much as look at her, let alone snog her?

A blush crept onto her cheeks as she brought back the moment mere seconds ago.

She had been afraid. He was very strong, after all, and there had been a mean look in his eyes - cold, hungry.

She had expected him to call her names, taunt her, perhaps hex her.

She had not expected him to snog her so violently it left her lips tingling afterwards.

Hermione looked up into his grey eyes, trying her best to not show her fear whilst simultaneously feeling oh so very shocked.

His hands grabbed her waist, pushing her against the wall violently. Her head rammed up against the wall, causing a whimper to escape her lips.

A mere second later, her lips were engulfed by his, his tongue inside her mouth. They were smooth, his lips, and sweet as well - in no way could Hermione have ever said that he was a bad kisser.

His lean, muscular body pushed her even tighter against the wall, pinning her in place with no way out. She tried to push his hands away, but failed. She tried to turn her head away and break off the kiss, but she failed at that too.

Then, right when she was on the brink of beginning to take pleasure in the kiss, he pulled away and stared at her. All she could do was stare back, confused, shocked and even the slightest bit disappointed.

A frown flooded his face and his eyes, and with one last scowl he left the room.

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