Chapter 2

He watched as Hermione sat back against the seats, an arm rested on the windowsill. She stared at the seat in front of her, oblivious to the fact that he was already, in fact, by the doorway. The light from outside the window made her hair glow, and Draco was again flabbergasted as to how the bush hair of hers before became a mass of sexy vines. Again with the plant analogy, but hey, plants are sexy (for Draco, at least).

He slid his gaze downwards, and smirked at how the school robes did nothing to cover her figure, baggy as they were. She wasn't too thin, like most girls were, and she wasn't fat either – she was just right, and it made her so damn sexy.

His eyes slip up to her face. She had always been pretty, Draco admitted. But this time, she was out-right beautiful. Her eyes shone brighter, her lashes were longer, her lips were redder, and everything else was just..perfect on her.

Suddenly, she started rummaging through her robes. Draco frowned. He knew what she was looking for.

"Looking for this?"

Hermione's head snapped up, startled. She saw the letter in his hands and gawked at him. One, because the letter was in his hands, and two, because the light from outside the window was hitting his hair in such a way that it made his platinum blond hair sparkle. His bangs fell over his eyes – eyes than shone like liquid silver.

"Are you just going to sit there and gawk at me? I know It's hard to take your eyes off of me, but please, try to do so anyway," Draco smirked.

Clearly, he was not happy about the letter he found, but showing his discontentment wouldn't get him anywhere. He didn't even understand why he was so annoyed in the first place. It's just that suddenly, Charlie Weasley was rubbing him in all the wrong places. It's a good thing he graduated years ago, because if he didn't...

That snapped her out of her daze, and she started shifting around in her seat. How was she going to explain her relationship with Charlie? She was embarrassed to talk about it, as she wasn't used to talking about relationships so openly. She remembered what Charlie wrote in the letter, and suddenly she turned red.

Draco frowned at her uncomfortable shifting. Why would she be uncomfortable? Unless...Unless she really is together with the Dragon-Weasel.

"Weasel got your tongue, Granger? More specifically, a Weasel named Charlie," Draco snarled. He knew he should keep his temper in check, since he had absolutely no reason to get angry over the piece of parchment, but he couldn't help it. Hermione was clearly red, and she was biting her lower lip, contemplating her response. She was so damn cute. Draco just got angrier. Charlie Weasley got this reaction out of her?

Hermione felt herself grow redder, as her suspicions of Draco reading the letter were confirmed. Of course he read it. Who wouldn't? She groaned.

"I-It's nothing," she stammered, mentally slapping herself for sounding so weak. She recoiled right away. "As a matter of fact, you shouldn't be reading other people's personal letters, Malfoy. I should be snarling at you," She snarled back, arms crossing her chest. That's right, I'm not the one who's invading personal space, here. I'm the one who should be getting angry, not him.

Draco smirked. Now his Gryffindor princess was back. Though the embarrassed Hermione was cute, the fierce Hermione turned him on. Not even boys stood up to him, and yet here she is, Hermione Granger, standing up to him without even flinching.

Oh fiddlesticks, Hermione cursed inside. The look he gave her was making her legs turn into jelly again. He stepped forward, sliding the door closed behind him. Being so focused on his predatory moves, Hermione didn't notice the wandless locking and silencing spell he placed on the compartment.

He slowly stepped towards her as she tried to put on a brave front, standing up and glaring at him for all she was worth, hoping he would stop in his tracks. Her glare turned into a look of surprise as he smirked even winder. He was right in front of her, smirking like a sexy son of the devil, as he slammed a hand on the wall behind her. She flinched a bit, panicking as he leaned in towards her, his lips inches from hers. "Tsk tsk, Granger. You should be saying 'thank you'. I came to personally return this to you," he breathed, his breath tingling on her skin.

She looked into his eyes and practically melted. His lips was inches from hers – Merlin, she wanted to kiss them. Hermione, what are you thinking? That's Draco Malfoy! You're with Charlie! She thanked her brain as it woke her up from her trance. She swallowed before opening her mouth. "The only time I ever utter those words to you is when the world ends," she said. To her complete and utter horror, she found herself whispering it. She had meant for a straight and loud condescending tone.

Draco grinned, and Hermione's heart slammed into her chest harder. Merlin's beard, why did he have to be so sexy? He leaned into her ear, and Hermione felt her legs about to give. His free hand snaked around her waist and supported her, pulling their bodies tighter together. She breathed deeply, smelling his perfume. He smelled like almonds and mint – sweet but repelling. She couldn't stop taking his scent in. "Only you can ever manage to retort a come back in a situation like this," he chuckled, tickling her ear.

She shivered. Draco's hand started to warm her back by rubbing across it. Finally, her wall is crumbling, Draco thought. He had her uncomfortable, and her courage was breaking. It was an accomplishment for Draco. Hermione was trapped in-between the seats and he could feel her breath hitch.

Her arms on her chest fell back to support herself on the wall behind her. Her legs would no longer hold, and her resolve was beginning to weaken. Her head was turning fuzzy and she couldn't think straight. "Stay away from me, Malfoy," she managed to hiss.

He felt the tingling travel across his body just from a mere breath. Godric, what was she doing to him?

"Why, afraid that if I come any closer you'll want me, Granger?" he whispered, pulling back a bit to look into her eyes. He smirked, seeing the fire in her eyes extinguish into something else – nervousness.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Oh Merlin. He was smirking again, his beautiful face taking up her vision. She closed her eyes to block out his face, and took a deep breath to prepare herself to deny him.

"Yes." Oh damn. She did not just say that!

What did she say? Draco's eyes widened. He didn't expect that. He expected a witty come back, like she always had available, as if she spends her time thinking of smart-ass replies just for him. He watched her, feeling her heart beat against his chest fast and hard.

"Good, now shut up so I can kiss you," he muttered. Her eyes opened as he tilted his head and kissed her, softly.

Hermione's eyes opened with shock, and suddenly she couldn't think anymore – Draco kissed her. His lips were soft. They weren't like Ron's clumsy and wet ones, or Viktor's rough ones. They were like Charlie's, but less gentle...like Draco would die if he didn't get more of her.

If this was any other girl Draco would've lavished her already, but he didn't want to scare Hermione away. Actually, he didn't plan on this happening at all. He was just supposed to seduce her a little, until she came unto him, so that he can finally boast to the world that he had snogged – and even possibly shagged – Hermione Iron Knickers Granger. But when they were already inches away from each other, he lost his control. For the first time in his life, he lost his control. And thus, he kissed her.

His chest pounded and he couldn't breathe – it was just a simple kiss, for Merlin's sake! It was just a peck, even! Why was he feeling like this? Since when was he such a virgin?

His hand left the wall and attached itself on her hair, feeling the velvety waves for the first time. If they were "vines", as he described, they were really soft "vines". He pushed her closer to him, and she groaned. He felt her eyes flutter close, and her arms left the wall to wrap around Draco's neck. Merlin, she was kissing him back!

Draco felt the last strand of his control snap when she started fingering his hair. He was pulled closer by Hermione's hands, and he chuckled a bit mid-kiss. Hermione's brain then snapped back into action. I'm making out with Draco Malfoy. He kissed me. He's touching me, when nobody has even gotten this far with me – even Charlie.

Suddenly, Hermione tore away from the kiss and Draco's cheek was stinging. He felt Hermione's weight vanish from his lap and he opened his eyes. In front of him, Hermione was on the verge of tears, hands clenched on her sides – she had slapped him.

"What the hell, Granger?" He snarled, rubbing his stinging cheek. As he remembered, she enjoyed it. Kissed back, even. Why the hell did she have to slap him? Why the hell did she stop kissing him?

"H-How dare you! Y-You knew! You knew I was with Charlie!" Hermione screamed at him, tears now openly falling. He was just making out with you to get into your pants – to boast that he had gotten your virginity before your boyfriend did, her mind told her.

Draco grit his teeth at the mention of the Dragon-Weasel's name. Wrong name to say. His anger rose as he stood, glaring at her. "As I recall correctly, Granger, you were enjoying yourself and you kissed me back," he hissed, taking a step closer.

Her eyes widened. It was true. She voluntarily allowed him to do so. She cheated on Charlie. She let Draco Malfoy kiss her – and it felt good. She couldn't hold back her tears anymore. She stormed to the door, placing the tip of her fingers on the sliding grip and jerked her hand to open the door. It wouldn't slide open. She tried again. And again. And again, tugging harder and harder each time. She felt a searing pain on her fingers and realizes she must've broken a nail – or two. She kept jerking her hand, crying. She had to get out of the damn room!

She kept tugging it to open, and suddenly Draco saw a red streak drip down her arm. Something's bleeding. Suddenly he was feeling guilty. She was crying. She wanted to get away from him so bad that she hurt herself. "Granger-"

The sound of his voice made her realize that he must have locked the door. He planned to take advantage of you, that's why he locked the door, Her conscience jabbed at her.

"Alohorama!" She shouted, and when she jerked the door to slide open this time, it opened. She stormed out, sliding it back closed with as much force as she can.

Draco stood there, confused, angry, guilty, and hot.

She ran to her compartment, sliding the door open with the same bleeding fingers and slammed it back, feeling the pain sear up her arm. Harry, Ron, and Ginny look up at her in surprise, and saw that her fingers were bleeding and that she was crying.

"Merlin, what happened, 'Mione?" Ginny gasped, letting Harry's arm go for the first time since their whole ride. She put an arm around Hermione and led Hermione to sit beside her.

"Weren't you in a meeting with Malfoy?" Harry asked worriedly, trying to find something to wipe the blood from her fingers with.

Ron stood up suddenly, walking to the door. "I'm going to kill that bloody arsehole," he fumed. He was about to slide the door open when it slid open at it's own accord.

Ron stared at the person who opened the door, bewildered. "Weren't you with the Slytherins when we had that practice Quidditch match over the summer?" he asked the newcomer.

"I guess so, yes," the person outside the door shrugged.

Harry stood up, looking over Ron's shoulder. "Um, excuse me, who are you again?"

The boy smiled before walking around Ron and sliding the compartment door closed.

"Nott. Theodore Nott."

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