Part One - All Shook Up

"My heart beats, so it scares me to death. She touched my hand what a chill I got. Her lips are like a volcano that's hot...I'm all shook up.." ~ Avila

She knew better. Logic told her to turn around and let him go. Her body, however, betrayed her and she found herself following him. It all started a few days earlier. She caught him staring at her. At first she was worried. It concerned her, wondering if he had something sinister planned. It was no secret that he hated her, he called her a mudblood enough times. He, however, just spared her glances. Now she expected it, she waited for his eyes to find hers. It was thrilling. There was something in his eyes that delighted her, but also something dark, sad that was hidden. She couldn't explain the sudden pull towards him. She prided herself in her logical way of thinking, of being the rational one. There was nothing rational about the growing uneasiness of the idea that she might want him.

So, she found herself standing in an empty room with him. She was just heading back to the Gryffindor tower when she bumped into him. "Watch where you going, Granger," he spat glaring at her. She looked up into his gray eyes about to tell him to get lost, but stopped herself. She picked up her books without a word and left him standing in the corridor. But, she paused and looked over her shoulder. She saw him duck into an empty classroom. Don't, she scolded herself. Just walk away Hermione, she told herself. But something drew her to him. She shook her head and sighed. She turned around and made her way to the classroom he had stepped in.

He duck into the empty classroom, pushing up his sleeves, and exhaled noisily. He leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath. He was exhausted. He felt the world closing in around him. What was he doing? He had no right killing anyone, let alone one of the most powerful wizards of all time. Why did he think he ever could? His eye caught movement. She stood in the doorway looking at him. He was too tired to be furious with her. It wasn't worth it. She walked in and closed the door behind her. She placed her books on a table nearby and turned to face him. He just stared at her out of the corner of his eye. He didn't move. He couldn't. Her eyes were glued to him, and he felt this strange urge to tell her everything. She might have the answers he's seeking. But he knew he couldn't. She was Potter's best friend. She was bound to tell them everything. So he kept his mouth shut. He turned and faced her. "What do you want, Granger?" he snarled, crossing his arms. She took a deep breath. He was sure she felt uneasy. He could see her chest rise and fall rapidly.

"Can we pretend that just tonight we are not enemies," she began uncertainly, meeting his gray eyes. "I'm not interested in your deep dark secrets. Just tell me how I can help you?" She had no idea what she was doing. She sounded crazy. She should leave. She knew that no good would come from this. His eyes, however, had her rooted to the spot. There was so much pain behind them. "You can't help," he told her dropping his gaze. She, for the first time in six years, didn't see him as an ignorant ass, but as someone that had the weight of the world on his shoulders. She saw him as just another student at the school. She took a hesitant step toward him. She expected him to recoil from her. He didn't, he stood grounded. She did something impulsive. All hatred gone, all fear lost. She reached out and brushed her fingers across his face. Her heart skipped a beat when their skin touched, her fingers tingling. She met his eyes and knew he had felt it too.

He didn't realise that she had come so close until he felt her fingers brush the side of his cheek. He felt the shiver as her fingers touched his skin, and his heart started racing. What was happening? This was Hermione Granger. She was impure, she was one of his least favourite people at this school. She was here when no one else was. He looked up and for the first time he had this urge to kiss her. 'What is wrong with you?' he reprimanded himself. This was not like him. "My father expects too much of me?" he confessed in a sudden burst of words. He surprised himself with the sudden declaration in front of her. She nodded not saying a word. He took it as a sign to continue. He didn't give her details. Just told her the stress he was under, and the mean man his father was. She didn't say anything. She just listened. He had never talked to anyone the way he was talking to her. He's never been this open. She didn't seem to want to use this against him. She just understood.

She had listened intently, each word he uttered got under her skin. She for the moment forgot that he made her life hell. Forgot that he was always so insufferable. In that moment he was nothing more than a guy needing to vent. He stopped talking and just stared at her. She knew better, knew that it was time to go. They were breaking too many rules being in the room. But she just wanted another few minutes with this Draco Malfoy. He leaned in and kissed her. She stepped back in surprise and found herself slap him before she could stop herself. If truth be told a part of her wanted him to kiss her. Isn't that why she had followed him in here? There have always been something about him that intrigued her. He watched her carefully. He didn't look angry. He looked as confused as she felt. She saw him pause and contemplate for a moment. She took a cautious step towards him, her heart racing. He reached out and cupped her face in his hands. She didn't pull away this time. She let him kiss her again. The kiss was guarded, both unsure of what they wanted. She decided that she wanted this. She wanted him kissing her. Why not? She was always the good girl. He offered her the opportunity to be anything but good.

He felt her lips relax, parting slightly. He took it as a sign that she was open for him to deepen the kiss. A part of him wanted to walk away and not think of what he was doing, but a bigger part of him wanted this. He always had to obey his father and their family traditions. What if he for just one night wanted to be anyone but Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy. She offered him such a night. He let go of her face and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. She snaked her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his, desire running through her veins. A yearning like he have never felt before threatened to drown him. He kissed her fervently, their tongues meeting in mutual desire. He felt her body shake under his grip, lust consuming her in the same way it did him. He lost himself in her, and she let herself give in to her yearning for him.