I turned away from him quick and slammed the door with a thud. 'Wait,' I thought to myself, 'That was really rude of me, and kind of hash at that.' Shyly I reopened the door a crack, seeing Draco standing there stunned I whispered "I'm sorry Draco that was rude. It's just, I'm with Ron. That kiss should not have happened."

Draco's Icy blue eyes caught me, staring into the deepest crevices of my soul as he replied, "Yes, I am sorry. I don't know where that came from, heat of the moment I guess." His words came out in a muttered stumble that made him seem so genuine. "Well, that's a lie. Hermione you are the most amazing witch I have ever seen. My father is on me about keeping the bloodline pure and how insignificant muggle borns are, but it is not true. You are the strongest Witch there ever was. Any spell you can do without a second thought, your power is strong and you are unreliably gorgeous. You may be the most pure and genuine person I have ever met and you never hesitate to give someone a chance."

OMG Was the boy I had been lusting over since I turned 13, who I had hated since I was 11 now confessing his love for me? This makes no sense but I felt a tightness in my stomach as his words sunk in. "I'm sorry Draco, I'm not sure I understand where you are going with that." I replied in a confused and innocent way.

"Hermione." Draco cooed softly as he looked deep into my eyes. "I think I love you, and I know that is wrong. I have to think of my family and you, you have Ro-"

Before he could finish his words I had flung the door open, giving up with a reckless sense of abandon. My enemy and my lover shall be one. I caved to the temptation so sweet and pure. My lips quickly locked on his as I wrapped myself around him in a cocoon of fiery passion, pulling him into my room and shutting the door behind us.

We stumbled around the room locked in our kiss as our tongues gently grazed one another's, learning each nock and cranny of one another's mouths. His hands ran gently across my torso as though he was trying to feel out each individual curve and store them in memory. Kneading my fingers through his shaggy blond hair and pulling him further into the kiss. I needed him close. The spark between us was wild, I had never craved the touch of a lover the same way I craved his touch.

His hands fumbled as he reached for the zipper on my dress, both of us still refusing to drop the kiss. My dress fell to the ground at our feet when he finally pulled back and looked me in the eyes panting and barley able to form the question, "Are you sure you want this?"

"I past the point of want in fifth year! This is now a need!" I snapped at him, forcing him back into the kiss. Allowing my hands now to wander over his chest as he stumbled back, pulling us both onto the bed. I sat on top of him, in the most heated make out session I had ever had with the man I despised the most. Nothing had ever been so arousing to me.