A/N- This chapter was previously part of chapter one but I have split it up. If you have already read this chapter, please proceed to the next one.

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter. J.K does. I am just a humble fan writing a little fan fiction about my favorite couple!

Chapter beta'ed by the wonderful jessirose85.

CHAPTER TWO

Love is always patient and kind…

Hermione lay on her bed fuming. Why were men such idiots! Harry should have known better. She had sworn off flying after the fiasco of the 'seven Harrys' incident over little Whinging. Harry must have thought he was giving Malfoy an impossible task. Typical Harry had considered only one side of the story. He had clearly underestimated Draco Malfoy because Malfoy was not one to back out form a challenge. Oh, Harry Potter was going to die real soon!

She tossed and turned in her bed restlessly. She desperately wanted to go downstairs and finish her movie in peace. But she wasn't sure if Malfoy had left yet. Her suspicions were cleared when loud music started to blast from downstairs.

"Okay, that's it!"

She swung down from the bed, and dashed down the stairs to find him sprawled on her sofa, watching Mandy Moore sing "Only hope" with intent concentration. He had taken off his heavy robes and was now dressed in a pale blue shirt, the sleeved rolled over his elbows and faded jeans. His white blond strands fell enticingly over his forehead and for a second, Hermione was taken back by his handsome features. She chided herself for the thought on the very next second and started to yell again.

"Mal-

He put a hand up to silence her and pointed to the television with out looking up. As much as Hermione wanted to continue yelling at him, Mandy Moore's voice was hard to resist. She shoved him aside and sat beside him.

When the song had finished, she snatched the remote from him and scowled fiercely, "What are you still doing here. I told you to get out of my house!" she shrieked."

Draco threw her an irritated look. "Okay, Granger, I gave you the chance to come quietly. Now we just have to do this my way. Tonight is going to be your first flying lesson."

Before Hermione knew what had happened, she found herself hauled on his shoulders as he walked to the door and stepped outside. She struggled pitifully, pounding on his shoulder, screaming, "Malfoy, let me go! I will kill you, I swear-

"Silencio! And that is going to bruise, you stupid, ugly mudblood!"

Hermione continued to mouth soundlessly as he turned on his feet and apparated, landing on an empty field. Mist hung over the ground, the velvety night sky just visible. The air hummed with a pleasant breeze. Hermione looked around her to see acres and acres of land. Miles ahead loomed the silhouette of a dark, towering house. The bastard had brought her to Malfoy Manor, Hermione realized.

He dumped her unceremoniously on the ground and pulled out his wand, holding it above his head. "Accio firebolt!" he cried.

Within seconds, a sleek firebolt zoomed through the night, landing neatly in the middle of Draco's straddled legs. This was her last chance, Hermione thought frantically, picking herself up awkwardly from the ground and turning on her feet to dissaperate. But Draco was too fast for that. Putting one arm around her waist, he hauled her upwards, mounting her sideways on the broom in front of him. With a mighty kick, they left the ground and shot towards the night sky.

Hermione felt like she had left her stomach back on the ground. The speed was making her nauseous. There was abundance if air but still she gulped in deep breath as if any moment she was going to suffocate. Her panicked, frightened bran kept sending her only one signal. She was going to die. It was inevitable now. This was the final evening of her life.

As Draco steered and she slipped a little on the broom, Hermione could bear no more. With a silent scream she turned and buried her face into his neck to block out the terrifying images of death.

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Nothing could have shocked him more than this, Draco thought in amazement. He never thought he would see the day when a frightened and terrified Hermione granger clung to him for safety. He almost felt a little ashamed for putting her through this. Almost being the key word. The next moment though, he was assaulted by sensations put all the pity out of his mind. Later he would tell himself that having a mudblood so close to him had been an utterly disgusting experience. Right now all he could do was enjoy.

Her dark, wild hair flew around his face, tickling his neck, her sweet scent wreaking havoc on his sense. Her smallness brought a terrifying sense of protectiveness upon him. He could feel the softness of her cheeks against his neck, her delectable round bottom pressed against his thighs causing instant arousal. The cold wind whipped around them, making her shiver. He brought the speed down so that the broom was just hovering in the air and instinctively put his arms around her trembling shoulders.

"Granger, come on. You are fine. Look how beautiful it is." He whispered softly to her. She brought her face up from his neck and looked down instantly closing her eyes and tucking her head into his chest again. Draco pulled out his wand to remove the silencing spell on her and immediately regretted it.

As soon as Hermione found out she could speak again, she started shrieking, "Malfoy, I will kill you for this you bastard-

Draco felt his irritation rising once again. "Shut up, you deranged woman. Just shut up! In case you haven't noticed, your life is in my hands right now. And if you make one more sound, I am going to throw you off this broom, alright?"

Hermione whimpered and buried her head back in his chest.

They were flying at a fast speed once again. The first thing was to get her used to the speed. Any lustful feeling he might have harbored for her became non existent. He concluded that Hermione Granger was much more bearable without her demented mouth. The very mouth that was now brushing his neck enticingly. Nope. No lustful thoughts. Only a bloody rock hard erection!

He steered them around, back to the grounds of the manor. Just then, he felt something sharp poking against his neck. He let out a loud series of curses. The mudblood had snuck out his wand from his pocket and was now threatening him in a lethal whisper, "Get me down. Now Malfoy. Or I will hex you to oblivion."

The firebolt whooshed downwards and Draco purposely made a rough landing to make it harder for Hermione. Once on the ground, they jumped down from the broom and before he knew what was happening, Hermione had wrestled him so that he was lying facedown on the dewy grass with Hermione straddling his back holding his wand against his neck.

He had only one thing in his mind. Hermione's small, round bottom resting on his spine. She leaned forward to shout some more profanities to him but Draco's brain only registered her soft breasts now brushing his shoulder blades. It was agony.

Quick as lightening, he turned over between her legs, settling his arousal over her hot centre and grabbed with both hands the round mounds that had been torturing him all evening since he had found her in the thin tank top.

The slap on his face by Hermione that immediately followed his action was not at all unexpected really, when he came to think about it much later.

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