Background: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

8:00 pm. Just after dinner in the great hall

Corridor leading to the dungeons

7th year at Hogwarts

Post battle of Hogwarts

students who were seventh year the previous year

were asked to come back to Hogwarts, to

complete their education.

Authors note: This is a Hermione, Draco, story, and it is my first ever attempt at a fanfic, I have an outline so far and I know where I want the story to go. The direction MAY change though. Please please please review! No flames please! But I would be thrilled to know what you think so far. The faster I get reviewers the faster I will update I promise. I hope you all enjoy! The main part of the story is actually supposed to be a couple years down the road. This is just the first part of the story, showing Draco and Hermione's first taste of lust with one another.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter! We all know the wonderful and talented J.K Rowling created this world for us out of her own brilliant mind.

"Malfoy, just STOP, will you?" Hermione pleaded angrily as she tailed after Malfoy down the cold stoned corridor. Malfoy stopped walking suddenly in front of her, causing Hermione to nearly collide with his back. He turned around sharply so that their bodies were just centimeters away from one another. Against her will, Hermione took in his musky cinnamon scent, memorizing it. How could someone so foul, smell so delicious?

"And why is it that I should do anything for you, Granger?" Malfoy snapped at Hermione, causing her to stray from her previous thoughts.

"It is not a question of doing something for me Malfoy!" Hermione screeched, her patience wearing thin. "We are supposed to work together on this report whether you like it or not! Professor Snape placed us together-" (for some reason she could not fathom, most likely just to be cruel and ruin her weekend ) "and I absolutely refuse to do it all by myself! I have already done most of the research and-" at that moment Hermione felt Malfoy's soft, full lips, crash upon her own. She felt her body being pressed up against the cold wall by his larger frame. What am I doing kissing Malfoy! This is absurd! But just as she tried to push him off of her she felt his tongue caress her lips, parting them open hungrily. Hermione moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his delicious mouth closer to hers. Her fingers were tangled in his long soft mess of white blonde hair. His taste, she noted, was of faint cinnamon just like his body. Mmm.. his body.. she noted was every bit as scrumptious as the girls around school claimed. She ran her hands across his stomach, feeling the defined sick pack beneath his jumper. Malfoy's hands were all over her body, at first he had them placed on either side of her face, but the more that she gave in, the rougher her got. He pressed his body against hers so hard that she felt his hard length through his pants on her stomach. As he ran his hands down her sides to go under her shirt she suddenly became very aware of what she was doing. But she couldn't stop, not yet. Instead of going under her shirt like it seemed was is plan of action, Malfoy switched tactics. He ran his hands around her waist, down her back, to her arse. Just as he ran his mouth along the outside of her jaw, down to her neck, he squeezed her bum, thrusting himself against her at the same time. Hermione felt a rush of wetness in between her legs and she gasped against him. Suddenly a face flashed into her mind.

"GET OFF OF ME!" she shrieked, and she pushed his weight off of her with one hard shrug. She had to admit that he did look rather dashing, you know in horrid bad boy, git sort of way. Since the war, Malfoy had grown his hair out and it now hung around his shoulders messily, framing his strong facial features. He bangs fell into his storm gray eyes, framed by thick black lashes. His full lips red from what they had been being used for moments before. His face was flushed with.. passion? No, why would he ever want to date ME, it must be lust, or insanity. She was betting more on insanity. She had always thought of him as a bit too lanky, but after being so close to him she had been given an insiders look to how fit is body was. He was lean and muscular, toned in all the right places. And tall too.. UGH, what was she thinking? This was MALFOY for Merlin's sakes!

"What in Merlin's name do you think you are doing with me Malfoy!"

"Me? Doing with you? I don't want anything to do with you- Mudblood." Malfoy smirked and then turned away sharply and continued down the hall to the Slytherin dungeon. Hermione was left breathless, frozen, and confused.

Eventually, Hermione found her feet and went back in the direction in which she came. She couldn't believe she had kissed someone.. so soon. And that person had to be Malfoy? What was wrong with her these days! First she makes a mark other than perfect on her Ancient Runes test earlier that week, and now she was being snogged by Malfoy? And why would he even want to touch her much less nearly shag her in a hallway? To him, all she was, is a filthy mudblood, unworthy of wanting for anything other than having a go at a round of insults. She approached the fat lady in the portrait opening her mouth to say the password, as the portrait suddenly swung open. An excited Neville collided with her. Hermione, startled, fell back on to the floor hitting her bum, just as Neville caught himself. The war had really changed Neville, she noted as she looked him up and down. He was no longer the bumbling, self conscious little boy he had once been. Now at only eighteen, his eyes told the haunting story of the little boy who had seen way too many horrors in his life time. He had an air of confidence around him now, not as much as to make him look arrogant, but just enough to keep bullies off of his back, and for her fellow girl classmates to find him intriguing.

"Oh bullocks! I am sorry 'Mione! Are you okay?" Neville asked as he pulled her to her feet.

"It is quite alright Neville." she told him as they gathered their dropped belongings off of the floor.

"Are YOU alright Hermione?" He asked her concerned, placing both of his large hands on her shoulders as his eyes searched hers asking her out of pity, but not for her aching arse. "I am fine Neville, I have endured more than a bump on the ground or two" she laughed, trying to joke. Her laugh never quite reached her eyes though, it never did anymore. "Hermione, I know that with Ron.. gone.. it can't be easy to be back at Hogwarts. So many memories and all. But I know he wouldn't want you to be so down all of the time he would want you to get on with your life and-"

"Thankyou Neville!" she cut him off, tears prickling the back of her eyes. "Thankyou for the advice I'll be more c-careful" she stuttered running passed him into the still open portrait. Hermione tried to control her anguish until she was in her own bed, passed all of the nosy Gryffyndor's. She snuck passed Harry and Ginny curled up together cuddling on the couch. She knew if the love birds saw her she would have to explain herself. And she really didn't feel like talking to anyone right this moment, not even her two best friends. When she got to her dormitory, she yanked her want out from her pocket casting muffliato charms on her bed and pulling the curtains closed around her. Finally she was able to sob freely into her pillow. She felt dead these days. Ever since Ron was killed in the battle of Hogwarts she felt as though she would never be happy again. Even Harry had changed, he was always so solemn. The two of them were both best friends, of course. But being no longer a three some, and forced into a two some took some getting used to. Something neither of them wanted to do. The both of them never spoke of him, it was too hard. He already plagued her every thought and dream. Every time she closed her eyes she was swept back into the nightmare of the Battle of Hogwarts. She saw Ron standing up to Voldemort himself, after Ron thought Harry to be dead. She saw Ron lift his wand, tears running down his face. But Voldemort was too fast. He lifted his wand as a green spark of light flew out of it flying directly into the love of her life's chest. Ron's face suddenly went lifeless as he fell to the ground. Hermione screamed and tried to get to him, but Mrs. Weasley held her back, she too was sobbing, mourning the lost life of her second dead son that night. Then everything goes dark..

The only time Hermione had been able to get Ron's lifeless face out of her head at all had been the five steamy minutes she had shared with that smirking, sexy, horrible, git. She had loved how he had made her feel.. he was so experienced. He knew exactly how to move his hands and mouth over her to make her beg for more. This is what was confusing.. Why had he even kissed her in the first place? I mean lately she HAD noticed that he had been taunting her more. But she had just figured that he had resented all of the publicity she had gotten since the war. He had always been the jealous type when it came to fame. Even though it was blatantly obvious that she did not want to be famous. Was it true that when boys insult a girl, it means they had a crush on them? How juvenile! Well, she was not even going to pretend to understand the mind of a Malfoy. If he had one at all, a mind that is. Hermione just couldn't push the guilt out of her system... she felt like she had cheated on Ron. She continued to ponder this until she fell into a dark sleep, filled of nightmares of death, lust, magic, and ultimately... longing.