This was not at all where I envisioned my midnight wanderings would lead to. Granger? Breathing heavily underneath me? In front of a roaring fire no less? Amusing. And quite lovely, if I really wanted to be honest with myself. The feel of her soft, pliable body so close to mine stirred something within me. Strange, this feeling deep within my chest. Pressure. Hmmm... I mused on the feeling for only a moment, before dismissing it and focusing my attentions on the girl who was balled up into the corner of the couch, trying in vain to escape me. I smirked.

I noticed she wasn't trying so hard anymore.

My lips still pressed to the curve of her ear, I steadied myself for her response to the rhetorical question I had asked her a moment ago, "Or...what?" When she still made no move, I tested her again, nuzzling just underneath her earlobe with the very tip of my nose. She squirmed, a protesting murmur floating from her open mouth.

Ah, a sensitive spot.

A chuckle rose in my throat and grinning like a devil against her neck I pressed myself harder against her legs, which were for the moment tucked fiercely against her chest, the only shield she had between us. She squirmed again, and before she had a chance to raise her head and turn to me, I leaned forward and took the soft flesh of her earlobe in-between my lips and bit down, softly.

She jumped, her entire body trembling. I didn't allow any time for her to protest. I nipped at her again.

"Malfoy! Please...please..."

She sighed with such passion in her voice, a mix of anger and pleasure. Pure contempt for me, for having her in this vice, unable to move with my hands gripping her wrists and holding her captive, yet... that second "Please..." almost begged me not to stop.

"Please, what?" I purred.

I traced the tiny ridges of her ear with my tongue, grinning when she moaned again, this time, not so softly.

"Please...what?" I asked again. "Please, don't stop?" I suggested, emphasizing my point by nipping at her again.

I could feel her internal struggle. She was trying so hard to pretend none of this was happening. However she could not ignore my whispers, or my touch. I was starting to wonder if she even wanted to ignore them anymore.

I pulled away from her, the first time I had done so in quite awhile since I began this game of slow seduction. Turning her face to meet my own, I hovered above her, a breath away from her lips and studied her. Her eyes were heavy with passion now, the anger seemingly melted away. It surprised me. It encouraged me. She watched me as I let my eyes wander through the thickness of her hair, the curve of her nose, the fullness of her bottom lip. She was panting, slowly, small puffs of breath against my mouth.

"Malfoy?" she whispered softly.

I didn't answer. My hands lifted up and away from her wrists, releasing her from my grasp. I heard her tiny sigh of relief. The side of my mouth curled upward, my silver eyes darkening in the glow of the flickering flames as I set my gaze on her once more. Her eyes were wide now, the passion in them fading as a small twinge of fear set in. She was on the verge of opening her mouth to say something again, when I leaned forward and took her waist in my hands. She gasped as I easily lifted her from her curled up position and placed her directly onto my lap, facing me. She swallowed hard again, and opened her mouth to protest, but no sound came out. My large hands were still gripping her waist, holding her steady above me. I took a moment to take in the sight of her, flushed and out of her element. She tried to move off of me, but I held her firmly in place, growling at her to stay put. She gulped again and took a deep breath, her chest heaving towards me. I grinned up at her. She blushed furiously, understanding how close my face was to her and immediately leaned away. My hands moved to her lower back and pressed her closer to me. I shook my head slowly with a devilish smirk.

"Malfoy, please", she pleaded. I let myself lean back onto the comfortable cushions, my hands settling onto her hips again.

"Alright, Granger. I'll let you go."

She studied me, searching for the catch.

I lurched forward, and she gasped, her hands instinctively grasping onto my upper arms to keep from falling over. I saw her eyes widen as she felt the large biceps underneath her palms contract.

"I have Quidditch to thank for those", I said, grinning.

She closed her eyes tightly and shook her head in exasperation. Taking a deep breath, she looked down into my eyes.

"You said you'd let me go, Malfoy."

"Yes. I did, didn't I?" I answered with a light air.

She sighed. "Yes. You did. So..." She waited.

Holding her gaze, I let my hands slowly wander over her hips, and then back again tracing circles onto her lower back, getting dangerously close to her arse. She flinched, her only instinct to move away from my hands. Scooting further down my lap, she froze, realizing she was in a very compromising position. My face was inches away from her breasts now, my chin grazing the thin fabric of her pajama top.

Oh, this was brilliant

"M-Mal-Malfoy, please just tell me what it is I need to do to get off of you!" she stammered.

Straining, I brought my lips to the corner of her mouth and stopped just a breath short. Her eyes were wide again, wondering, worrying what my next move would be. She held her breath as the silver in my eyes darkened again. Raising a perfectly arched eyebrow at her, I whispered.

"Kiss me."

She stared at me.

"Kiss you", she whispered back.

I nodded and spoke to her in a hushed voice that positively dripped with lusty overtones.

"Just one kiss. Come on, Granger. Seems a fair price to pay, doesn't it? You might even like it." To emphasize my point, I stretched to kiss the visible pulse point on her neck. Her fingers clenched around my arms again and she groaned, trying to keep her restraint.

Bloody hell, I was enjoying this too much.

She pulled away from me and took another deep breath. Looking helplessly around the room, I could almost feel her resolve slipping.

"If I kiss you... do you promise to let me go?" she asked softly.

Raising my eyebrow at her again, I nodded slowly.

"Promise", I replied, a satisfied smirk on my face.

She hesitated for a moment. The anticipation of waiting for her to move almost made me tremble. My heart was racing. I was so close to her, I swear I could feel her own heart pounding just as fast.

Suddenly, her hands were moving slowly up and over my shoulders. I didn't dare breathe. I watched her face intently for any sign of retreat. Her gaze moved over my chin, the sharp bridge of my nose, carefully avoiding my eyes, and then into my hair where her hands now cautiously moved slowly through the thick, blonde locks. I felt a stirring in my heart. Confused, I closed my eyes and frowned slightly. It was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe.

I opened my eyes again. My face was cupped in her hands as she leaned forward to brush her lips against mine, testing me. With agonizing tenderness she brought our mouths together and kissed me softly.

The world was silent for that moment. The only thing that existed was our breath, mingling together, the taste of her tongue shyly seeing entrance into my mouth. My arms enfolded her into a possessive embrace as she tried to pull away. My head pounding, I groaned, low in my throat and returned her kiss with a gentleness I didn't know I could possess.

As we parted, I leaned back into the cushions again, this time, with her in my arms. Our foreheads pressed together, I struggled to catch my breath. Her voice, small and fragile broke the silence.

"More."