Over the next few days Draco and Hermione acted as normal as ever and still talked and did homework together. Although every time Hermione tried to bring up that night Draco quickly changed the subject. So one night she decided to make sure he answered, so after she finished checking his herbology essay she said "thanks Draco" "um…for what?" "for the other night, you made me feel a lot better, even if you didn't do much" "well I had to do something after that weasel prat made you cry" "don't call him that Draco!" Hermione said irritated "what? You hate him right? He deserves that, and to be hexed into oblivion" "he is still my friend nonetheless!" "Yeah? Well you have pretty shitty choice of friends". Before Draco knew it Hermione smacked him hard across the face "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!?" "DON'T say that!" "I can say what I want!" Draco said defiantly, Hermione was about to smack him again when Draco grabbed her wrist before she could. "Let go!" she said, "no" she tried to smack him again with her left hand he dodged it and grabbed her wrist, which caused him to push her down on the couch so he was slightly on top of her, "Draco! Let go of me now!" "Make me" he said just centimeters away from her mouth. She felt shivers go down her spine from his warm breath on her face. Hermione stared at his cold yet, warm gray eyes and before she knew what she was doing pulled closer and kissed him softly on the lips, they pulled away, Draco still holding her wrists, "what do you say now?" she said softly in his ear "are you going to let me go?", he pulled towards her lips, almost touching, "not a chance in the world". He closed the gap, not as soft as before, rougher, full of want, he licked her bottom lip as they opened their mouths, their tongues clashed in the middle, rubbing each other, tasting the other, then suddenly they heard someone yelling outside their portrait hole, "Hermione! Let me in! its Ron!", "don't let him in" Draco said kissing her neck "I need you". Hermione smiled at him but pushed him off "it will only take a minute". She opened the portrait to see a very mournful looking Ron, "Hermione, I screwed up" he said stepping into the common room "I know you would never have feelings for that ferret prat" he said completely oblivious to Draco's presence, "well weasel if your done insulting me, I would like for Hermione to help me finish this essay of mine" Ron spun around to see Draco laying on the couch with his hair astray and his tie loosened. "This is none of your business Malfoy!" "actually it is considering your fight was about…me" he said coolly, "Be quite, anyway Hermione, I'm sorry, I really should be going so ill…see you later" he said and then kissing her on the cheek and walking out. "What the hell was that?" Draco said after Ron left, "what was I supposed to do? Oh I cant let you do that because I just made-out with Draco" "well…no" Draco said quietly "ok I'm sorry I had to put you through that incredible pain" she said sarcastically "now about that essay…" "oh c'mon, your gonna act like nothing happened?" he said accusingly, "what do you mean?" "Hermione, don't play dumb, you know, don't you want to…" he smirked slightly "Draco it was only to get you off of me, nothing more" he gaped at her, "nothing!?! How was that nothing!?!" he said incredulously "it just was". They sat in silence for the next half hour, scratching away at their homework, never making eye contact. Hermione then closed her book and stood up "I'm off to bed, goodnight" "nigh'" Draco grumbled. She walked into her room and went to change into her pajamas. When she came out of her closet wearing a tank top and pajama bottoms, she went to her dresser and started organizing some clothes that were still lying out from when they arrived, she was so busy she did not hear someone enter her room. She felt arms slide around her waist; she jumped slightly but knew who it was. He kissed and nipped her neck "we can't do this" she whispered "who says?" he said hoarsely in her ear "I…we…please…don't…stop…it" she said the trying to keep her composure "did I hear you say please don't stop?" he said nipping her neck again making her moan slightly, "why are you torturing me?" "Because…"he said slowly "you love it" She turned around and took his lips fiercely, she once again felt his warm tongue, and licked his perfect lips, but unexpectedly she stopped and pulled away, he looked at her, confused, she leaned in towards his ear, "you are right…" she said out of breath "I do love it" she breathed "but you…you need it" she pushed him slowly out of her room and shut the door and laid down on her bed silently celebrating.
