Disclaimer: Everything [but the plot and panties] is Ms. Rowling's.

Rating: R.

Summary: [Now a Two-Shot] Draco and Hermione meet up in a most unusual place all because of Ron's Dr. Pepper...

Author's Note: Well, "Ron's Dr. Pepper" is back by popular demand. Hehe. Quite a few of you asked for a squeal, so here it is. I hope you like it. Also, a huge thanks to all of you who reviewed the first part. You all rock my effin' socks off! Woohoo!


Part II

Three weeks flew by since the incident with Malfoy. Every time Hermione saw him she felt her cheeks blush. How could she not blush? Malfoy was the other person, other than herself, to see her bare upper half. Hermione came to the conclusion that it was totally out of character for Malfoy and that she didn't understand why. Why had he done it? Was it some big joke that she was unaware of? Would something like this happen again in the future? He say he wanted to do it again, didn't he?

She was knocked out of her thinking with Professor Snape telling the class that they were dismissed. Hermione gathered her things and headed out the door. A few feet out of the door she felt something was missing. My book! She turned on her heel and stalked back into the classroom. She noticed Malfoy was chatting with Professor Snape at his desk. "Yes?" asked the professor.

Hermione made her way to her table and grabbed the book. "Uh, I forgot my book." She lifted it up and shook it around. Her gaze moved up to the two male figures at the front of the room. She looked at Professor Snape and quickly darted to Malfoy and then back down to the book in her hand.

"What are you still doing in here then?" barked Malfoy. Hermione's eyes shot back up to his. He furrowed his eyebrows and stared her down.

The professor cleared his throat. "Alright then, anything else?" Professor Snape snapped at Hermione.

Hermione shook her head and walked out the door. When she was out of sight from the door, she stopped in her tracks and leaned against the wall. How could I think anything else would happen? His still the biggest prick on the face of the planet, right? Right, yes he is. He is a big fat jerk. You should have known he still was. Besides, he's been mean since day one and it's probably not going to stop now. "Thank you, Professor," said Draco's voice along with footsteps that were gathering closer to Hermione. She got off the wall and began to walk again. It was lunch time anyways, no need to be in a hurry. The footsteps grew louder and Hermione looked over her shoulder to see Malfoy right on her tail. He was just a foot behind her.

He smirked as she turned to look at him. "Watch it, Mudblood," he sneered passing her.

She huffed in annoyance. "Shut the hell up, Malfoy," she spat. At this Malfoy turned around and stopped. This caused Hermione to bump into him. "Move," she said trying moving around him. Every step she took, he took with her, but making sure he didn't touch her one bit. "Malfoy, I'm not going play your stupid games," she looked up at him, "if you could, please move." By this time, they were at the other side of the hallway. Hermione made one desperate, final try to get past Malfoy, but her body was met with his hard, brawny body. She hit with an "ump" and threw her arms against his chest. His hands grabbed her wrists and his face came mere centimeters from hers.

"Come with me, you filthy Mudblood." Draco began to drag a protesting Hermione back up the hall way to a door across from the Potion's room. As she passed the Potion's room she looked up at saw Snape bent over his desk grading essays. Draco looked into the room, to Hermione, and then to the door. Letting go of one of Hermione's wrists, he opened the door, pulling Hermione inside. He locked the door behind them.

It was an empty classroom. Oh, how clich, thought Hermione. "What do you want, Malfoy?"

He let go of her other wrist and made his way to the only table in the whole room and he sat in one of the chairs. "Come."

Hermione stared at him for a moment and did want he said. "Seriously Malfoy, I'm getting hungry. It is lunch time." She stood next to Malfoy, leaning her back against the table. Draco was silent and just slouched in the chair. Hermione huffed in annoyance and started to walk around the room. The room was full of books. Old books, new books, blue books, green books, all the books one could imagine. This must be where all of the really old books go or the not to popular books are put. Good thinking Hogwarts. Who'd want to throw away some books? Not me. Hermione picked up a red book and ran her finger down the spine. She looked at the title, "The Scarlet Letter". She opened up the book to the first page and began reading.

Reading was Hermione's way of escaping; escaping the everyday, humdrum life in a teenager at Hogwarts. Without even thinking about it, she brought the book to her face and smelled it pages. She loved the smell of old books. "What in the hell are you doing, Granger?" asked Malfoy who was now standing right behind her.

Hermione put the book back quickly and began to blush with a muffled "nothing" coming out of her mouth. She stared at the books in front of her and shook her head slowly. God, that was embarrassing. She felt a pair of familiar arms slip around her shoulders and start to untie her school robe. Hermione closed her eyes and sighed. She smelt cologne, although she couldn't place what kind it was. Hermione let her arms fall limply to the side as she felt Malfoy's hands slide down her arms, taking the robe off.

She was spun around only to meet Draco's face a few inches from her own. Out of nervous habit, Hermione bit her bottom lip. Draco licked his lips and looked at hers. He moved closer to Hermione, but she only moved backwards. Her body bumped into the shelf of books halting her, but Draco kept getting closer to her. He pressed his body right up against hers. The only thing Hermione could do was gasp and let her head tip back a bit, exposing her neck. Draco placed a hand on each side of Hermione's head. Hermione couldn't really do much, but then Draco pushed himself more against Hermione's body.

Draco met her neck with his lips. He made a feverish trail of kisses to her mouth. Then, their lips met with an amazing impact of lust, longing, desire, and passion. Hermione slipped her arms around his neck and pushed his face into hers. Draco let out a low moan as Hermione slipped her tongue into his mouth with aggression. She had needed this. She wanted this. She had to have this. She felt Draco un-tuck her white, button up shirt from her grey, pleaded skirt. His left hand slid across her flat stomach over to the small of her back. He moved his palm down and squeezed and pushed her lower half into him.

Draco walked backward, with Hermione still locked into him, and hit a table. Hermione broke the kiss and gasped for some much needed air. They were both breathing hard. Hermione smiled up at Draco, but he did not return the same look. Yes, this did disappoint Hermione, but that thought was completely vanished when Draco pulled on her tie and his lips met hers once again.

Now Draco had taken the tie off and opened the white shirt that Hermione had on, while Hermione started to take off his robes. Draco had Hermione's shirt completely unbuttoned and helped Hermione take off his robes. Draco loosened his own green and silver tie for Hermione. She kissed him once again and bit his bottom lip. With a smirk filling Draco's face, he bit back.

Draco turned them around and Hermione's back was against the large, oak desk. Draco slid his hand under her grey, pleaded skirt and felt the trim of her laced panties. "Mmm, very nice Granger."

"A gift from Harry for my birthday," she said, kissing Draco's neck.

"Huh, never would have expected that," Draco commented.

Hermione smiled against his skin, "Yeah, me either." Draco let out a small laugh and tugged at the top of Hermione's panties. She lifted her lower half in aid to Draco. He got them off and threw the black, lace panties to the side. Hermione leaned back on her elbows as Draco lifted up her skirt.

She needed this. She needed to touch him. She needed for him to touch her. She had been aching for this moment since she left the train. Every time she saw him in the hall she ached to reach out and kiss him; to make out with him in the middle of the hallway; in the bathroom; in the professor's lounge for all she cared. Hermione Granger needed Draco Malfoy. Not on an emotional level, but on a physical level. She wanted his fingers, hands, arms, legs, body, and even his baby toe to touch her. She had "those kinds of dreams" at night that only girls talk about to other girls. Every time she saw him in the Great Hall, her stomach flew into her throat wondering if he was feeling the same as she was.

And, yes, he was.

He wanted Granger's body to be right on top of his. He needed Granger's lips pressed firmly against any part of skin on his bones. He needed her to touch him. He wanted to touch her. Draco Malfoy needed Hermione Granger, on a physical level, of course.

Hermione moved one of Draco's hands to her breast. She looked down her body and only saw her bent knees and pleated skirt. She felt him flick his tongue which caused her body to spasm. She was coming close and they both knew it.

"Oh God, Malfoy- I'm close. I'm close." Hermione began to move her pelvic bone in rhythm, when all of a sudden everything stopped. His hand moved off of her breast, he pulled her legs straight, and began to button up his shirt. Hermione sat up and pushed her skirt down. She stared at Draco with an open mouth.

He bent down for a moment and stood back up. "Well, that's all for now," he said coolly, turning on his heel and leaving the room. He got to the door and stopped, "Until we meet again." He nodded his head and left the room. But before he got out the door, Hermione spotted a pair of black, laced panties in his left hand.

Hermione straighten herself up before saying, "I've got to get those panties back."


What'd you guys think? I hope you all liked Part II. Sorry it wasn't as funny as the first chapter. I hope I did alright. I'm not too great on these "almost doing the naughty" scenes. Any commentary, flames, or anything else you'd like to say would be deeply appreciated. Should I continue or just leave it at this?