"Yes…" she stammered uncomfortably, "Just thought I'd go for a walk, it is such a lovely day out." She said still refusing to look at him.

"I think you should stay." He whispered in his husky, dangerously low voice. Hermione shivered as he spoke, Draco had a voice of sin, it washed over her like a warm bath of honey… sweet and a little tart, submerging her in a thick, dark fantasy of magic scents and unknown feelings.

Her belly tingled, "Please…" she whispered breathlessly, "Pease let me go, I…"

"You..?" he prompted her softly.

"I didn't mean to look; I just thought it was some children messing about. I'm sorry." She still hadn't turned her face to face him.

"Did you like what you saw?" he questioned her in his silky voice, "Turn around, Granger." He hadn't touched her even once; he merely walked around her, circling her like a predator. "I asked you something Granger… did you like what you saw?"

"I…I said I'm sorry, please Draco." She whispered, she wasn't scared of him… Hermione Granger wasn't scared of anyone or anything except the reaction her body was having to him. His voice made her weak; her full cheeks were flushed with high feverish color and her skin tingled.

"Look at you." he whispered, "You're a mess, why is that Hermione?" and finally he touched her, Hermione wasn't sure if she was going to sob with relief or hopelessness, she wanted to touch him but this was wrong.

"Did you like seeing Astoria's hands all tied up?" he said leaning in close, his large hands making makeshift manacles around her own tiny ones, he whispered into her ear… his warm breath brushing over the gooseflesh that covered the tender flesh of her neck.

"You're with Astoria, Draco… this isn't right." She said lifting her amber eyes to his which she realized was a huge mistake. He looked hungry, his incredible silver eyes reminded her of a wolf's, wild, narrowed in almost feral desire that he was quick to mask. But all the same her womb clenched in reaction to that look and her breath caught.

"Oh, I'm not 'with' Astoria…yet. We're just fucking." He laughed coldly, "She's engaged to me and I'm not the only one she's fucking, princess." He smirked at Hermione's scandalized face, "You Gryffindor's are all so fucking righteous." he said bitterly, looking at her face, "It's just sex Granger."

"But sex is supposed to mean something Draco." She said softly.

"You're so fucking naïve." He growled shaking his head, "We are two people who are so fundamentally different and yet look at you, cheeks flushed, hands shaking, those panting little breaths…" he leaned in even closer, his tongue snaking out and gently laving the soft shell of her ear, "Do you really think that love." He spat the word in disgust, "Has anything to do with it?"

"I…I can't think, when you're touching me like that, could you please just…not touch."

He laughed huskily before drawing her further into his chest, his hands still locked around her own, "You'd look so pretty all tied up in silk, your legs spread, your breasts thrust out, panting as a I run my fingers down your soft skin, I wonder how you taste? Like champagne and strawberries or like vanilla and honey, sweet thing? "

He ran his lips over her neck, her breath hitched, "We can't do this Draco."

"Why? You seem eager enough."

"Because we work together, we have to live together for the next year and even though sex may mean nothing to you, I want it to mean something to me." She said firmly.

"You're a virgin aren't you." his tone was one of amusement.

"So what?" she said defiantly.

"You talk like one." He laughed cruelly.

"You're a cynic." She countered.

"I am, I would have thought you would have been too what with all that we have seen and done."

"This is different." She said softly. "This is just a game to you."

"Are you too scared to play, princess?" he taunted drawing her even closer but not touching her anywhere other than her hands captured within his own, so close and yet he refused to touch her. And she couldn't bring herself to admit that she wanted him to touch her…

"Yes… I'm scared"

"Of what?"

"I'm not like you Draco." She tried to explain, "I don't …I can't have this kind of a relationship with you. I don't understand it…"

"It's out of your control that's why you're running."

"I can't…"

"Try it, try surrendering…" he whispered in his silken voice, his compelling tone, gravel covered in satin pushing past the barriers that had protected her for so many years.

"This is wrong, you hate me, I'm a mudblood remember, you have bullied me for years." She gasped as he finally fit his hands around her hips and pulled her fully into him.

"You talk too much." He whispered before leaning down and pressing his lips against her own, Hermione who hadn't kissed anyone other than Ron before this gasped at the feeling of pure desire coursing through her veins, like liquid fire it raced up her spine and made her weak to her very soul, her hands went around his neck in an attempt to keep herself upright while Draco's bold fingers travelled down her back leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She had never been kissed like this before, it wasn't soft and nice, his sculptured lips were firm, slanting and gliding over hers like they were conquering, her mouth was soft… plaint, opening helplessly to welcome the assault of sensual pleasure that threatened to turn her body into raging flames. His kisses were like the man himself, arrogant, self-assured and dominant, he swirled his tongue around hers, dipping into the sweet craven of her mouth, tasting…branding.

Hermione now understood, when the women from her romance novels talked about kissing as this special, magical occasion, like spring bursting forth before your eyes or the first cold snowflakes you catch on the tip of your tongue, kissing Draco… it even sounded beautiful, was like feeling a flower bloom in her chest, like letting a bird out of a cage and watching it fly away… it was liberating but not just liberating, it was magical and fiery, it was moonshine and rays of sunlight mingled in harmony, it was a whisper of wind in a humid night, it was the first sip of Butterbeer to warm you up after a cold day, it was what addiction tasted like, it was wonderful and scary.

For someone like Hermione who had always known what was right and what was wrong and had never had any trouble choosing the former it was terrifying, this ache to do something that she knew was so wrong.

When he lifted his head she wrenched away from him, gasping, flushed and aching.

"No…" she whispered, "This is wrong." Before turning and running out of the room.

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