A/n: This chapter is for Kelsey-Color Hope Yellow, to whom actually gave me the idea. If only she'd use her totally brilliant mind to write her own stories…Sigh…but I guess I'll have to wait until she finally does…
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Disclaimer: Don't own. My sister told me, "Build a bridge and get over it" Hannah Montana quote
&&:: Chapter Three ::&&
I know just where I stand-A boy
Trapped in the body of a man and
I'll take what you're willing to give
And I'll teach myself to life
With a walk-on part of a background shot
From a movie, I'm not in
-Apple Shampoo, Blink 182
"Take a picture Mudblood. It will last longer" his familiar drawl awake her from her private thinkings. She couldn't help but be totally bewitched by his flawlessness. His perfect white skin, his blue eyes, his sparkling white teeth…
She rolled her eyes, and glared at him, "Don't flatter yourself Malfoy I was looking at the portrait behind your head."
The little voice in her head chanting, Liar, Liar, Pants on fire, Hanging from a tele-
"Don't you have some reading to do, or something?" he asked, brushing some loose strands of hair that had fallen in his face. His hair wasn't in slicked back with a pound of gel in it today-Maybe he forgot to put it in or something.
Hermione decided that she liked it like that, because it kept getting into his face, and covering those eyes to which she was so captivated by; And she could finally concentrate on The Notebook without trying to sneak glances to see those eyes.
A few minutes later, she closed the book. She sighed, she wasn't sure if it was from relief or sadness. Relief because after eight days of trying to read it by the nightlight of Ginny's room in the burrow, on the train, in between bites dinner in the Great Hall, and now the Head's common room-She had finished it. And sadness because of how the book made her heart swell with loneliness, for she would probably never meet someone that would love her like Noah Calhoun loved Allie Hamiliton.
"I'm bored"Why did he always have to cut off her thoughts? Why couldn't he just leave her be? Why did he think she cared?
"So…?" she snapped, her voice full of rage but her eyes were soft as they looked over the book she held in her hands, why was he even here? He had his own gigantic room he could be in, why was he still sitting in the common room with his mortal enemy the Mudblood, best friend of Scarface and Weasel, the Gryffindor Princess herself?
"So, I'm bored" he stated it as if it was a statement that needed to be corrected.
"Really?" she asked and he nodded looking at her expectantly. An idea formed in her head.
She smiled wickedly, as she crossed the room, and straddled his lap. He looked slightly startled, to which her inner mind's laughter was ringing in her ears.
He was numb with shock, just sitting there looking at her-Why wasn't he saying anything? He wasn't even trying to push her off.
She leaned down to his lips, moving so that they were nearly kissing. Hers opened teasing his, and he just wanted grabbed the back of her head & kissed her roughly.
She suddenly moved down, her lips gently placing kisses along his jawline. She stopped, and moved on to his ear. She nibbled on the cartilage, his face was flushed as he realized his arousal-She probably realized this too.
She whispered in a husky voice she hadn't realized she was using at the time, "Well too fucking bad."
She pushed herself off, turned her heel, and walked away with a smile playing on her lips-I hope you know you look like a fool with that goofy grin you have on, her inner mind mocked.
You have the hots for Malfoy, the voice sang, who would have thunk it?!
She shook her head to rid herself of the very annoying voice, and continued to her door, it wasn't until she was there that she heard his drawl.
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Draco watched as she left, her hips swaying from habit. He called after her, "I hate to see you leave, but I love to watch you go!"
He laughed to himself as he heard her grunt in reply to his remark. He was just joking…Right?
He remained in the chair, thinking over what just happened. What had he been thinking letting that Mudblood filth touch him like that? Kiss him like that? Talk to him like that?
He was probably thinking along the lines of, "Oh hell yes"
His inner mind finally determined…This is going to be one interesting year…as he picked up her book from the couch and began to plan what to do for their next confrontation.
He grinned as he layed down fully on the couch and began to read the very sappy, but inspiring book-That gave him the perfect idea...