A/N: I decided to continue this story because I'm enjoying it and a couple of you asked me to. Updates may be slow because I really have no idea where this story is going but bear with me, guys!

Chapter Two

We're both still for a moment as we catch our breath. I stare at the ceiling and hear Malfoy get up and open the door. He stills with his hand on the door knob and turns to me. He looks as though he's about to say something but I stop him before he can.

"Remember..." I say, breathily. "We never speak of this again. That was the deal."

Something like disappointment crosses his features for a moment but his usual smirk is back in an instant. "No worries, Granger. I won't say a thing."

The way he says this has me on edge. He's plotting. I can tell.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to go take care of this." He says as he indicates the obvious erection he's stowing.

My face flushes and I just nod. He smirks again and shuts the door behind him. I exhale, at a loss for what to do now. A minute later I hear the shower go on. I get up to change my panties since the ones I'm wearing are soaked through and now uncomfortable. I throw on some jeans and a thin jumper and head downstairs to the Heads common room.

'I suppose I should go see what Harry and Ron are up to. Its about dinner time anyways.' I turn towards to portrait entrance of the common room and head out.

Dinner is a monotonous affair. As I'm sitting in the great hall with Harry and Ron babbling incessantly about Quidditch yet again, I feel him walk in. I look up from my slice of chocolate cake and turn my head to where I know he will be. I spot his pale blonde head sitting down at the Slytherin table and as he sits I see Zabini murmur something to him that they seem to finds amusing. He looks my in my direction and finds my eyes. He eyes me up and down in a tawdry manner and I quickly look away as I feel a stirring in my abdomen.

'Bloody perverted voyeur, that one is.' I think, amused as I finish my cake. 'I suppose that makes me an exhibitionist of sorts, doesn't it? Ah well, if you can't beat 'em...'

I stand up and announce to Ron and Harry that I'm heading off to bed early. They shrug and go back to their oh-so-fascinating Quidditch discussion. I walk out of the great hall and make my way to the Heads dorms. As I'm taking the hallway slow, without a care in the world and no worries on this lovely, lazy Sunday, I feel someone creep up behind me. I know its him so I don't bother to turn around.

"Stalking me now, Malfoy?"

"And why would I do that, Granger?" I hear him drawl in that silky, low voice. He walks up beside me and peers through his thick black lashes, innocently. "I was only heading to the library. Its not my fault you seem to be heading in the same direction. Up to the common room, is it?" He asks.

I nod and keep walking. As he walks beside me his shoulder brushes up against mine and I shiver, despite how pleasantly warm the contact is. He's doing this on purpose and I'm well aware. 'Two can play that game.' I smirk. My arms are slightly swinging against my sides due to my careless gait. I use the opportunity to brush my hand against his thigh and he stiffens. He looks down at me with narrowed eyes. The grey irises of them now do dark I can barely see his pupils. He leans in toward me and I can feel his warm breath tingling on my neck.

"You may want to think very carefully about what you're doing." He whispers menacingly into my ear. "These are dangerous waters you're treading."

I shiver again.

"Oh?" I say, lightly. "I wasn't aware I was doing anything at all. In fact, I'm sure I wasn't. I'd say you've been the one to instigate these strange... encounters."

He's about to retort but stops and whips his head in the direction of half naked statue of a woman holding a carafe. He gracefully walks toward it and I follow. I can see a tie in Hufflepuff colors thrown about the arm of the statue and the form of school robes gyrating against something behind it.

"As I thought." Malfoy says, loudly. The school robes still and the head of a boy pops up in our direction. Then another head of long black hair peeks out from behind the statue. We have obviously interrupted some sort of canoodling between the two and the fifth year boy and girl are wide eyed and aware now. They quickly situate themselves and the girl grabs her tie off the statues arm.

"Smith. Cinders." He greets them with a sneer. "Twenty points from Hufflepuff for inappropriate undress." He indicates to the Hufflepuff girl, Willa Cinders. "Twenty five points from Gryffindor for being dense enough to host this disgusting snog session in the bloody hallway of all places." He says to Quentin Smith, in an authoritative tone but looks simply delighted to be deducting points from the young Gryffindor. "Now out of my sight! The both of you!" The fifth years scurry away, embarrassed.

He turns to me and his breathing has changed and he looks slightly flushed. 'Why does he look so... aroused? Bloody hell! He really does get off on watching people get off!'

"Now. What was I saying before that little soiree? Oh, yes. I was saying-" He walks toward me and backs me into the wall. A portrait of a man on a horse to my left notices the altercation and rides off out of the portrait with an annoyed look. Malfoy leans into me with his hands on the wall on either side of my head.

"-that if you don't want this to keep happening, you should quit teasing me. Then again, I know you won't stop. Because..." He says, lazily and lean into my ear. "I know you want this." With that he lowers his hands to grasp my wrists and presses his chest against mine while grinding his hips into me. I groan and try to free my wrist from his hands. He let's go only rest them against my ribcage, right under my breasts. He brushes his nose across the tip of mine and I close my eyes. He rubs his thumbs gently in circles, on my ribs. I sigh and I feel him brush his lower lip across mine. His breath is heavy and sweet on my mouth.

Suddenly, his hands and mouth are gone with a breeze of air and I open my eyes to find him taking quick strides down the hallway. I'm left with a chill and a longing for him to finish what he started.

From my hazy arousal, I find my voice and say "Who's the one teasing now?"

He glances over his shoulder smirks.

'How confusing.' Is my last coherent thought as I drag myself to my dorm and into my bed and fall into a weighty, frustrated slumber.