A/N: Woop! Chapter 4! You guys are so nice lol. And Soccerg95 I'm pretty sure Ron didn't cheat lol. I don't know if I inferred that or if JK wrote that and I totally missed it but nope. He's a faithful husband in my story =]. So without further delay here's chapter 4. Oh and wow I'm not smart. I titled my chapter 4 and 5 as chapter 4 and it took me forever to realize that I did that lol. I almost posted chapter 5 by mistake.
Fangs of a Different Sort: Chapter 4 by Vanny Tea
"You rang?" Draco's voice startled Hermione as she went back to her office.
"I said later!" she hissed.
"We both know I don't like to wait," Draco said in a low drawl. "So when can I open your … books?"
"You can't say shit like that to me, Malfoy." Hermione chided him and she went to fetch the books. "You can take them. I need to finish my work."
"No you don't, or you wouldn't have invited me up here." Draco ran his tongue over his teeth. "Tell me, Hermione. Why do you keep setting yourself up? Like the danger, do you?"
"You're sick, Malfoy," Hermione hissed.
"I can read your mind. I know you don't want me to leave. Why play this game of cat and mouse? Or in this case, vampire and blood bag?" Draco grinned.
"What do you want, Malfoy? Do you want my blood or something else? Why are you taunting me?" Hermione asked, exasperated.
"I want anything you're willing to give. And based on your thoughts of the past few hours, that's a lot." he propped his legs up on her desk.
"Ugh. Your insufferable. Just go about your life and leave me out of it. I couldn't stand you when we were at school and I definitely cannot stand you now," Hermione barked.
"See that's why I never liked you at Hogwarts," Draco began. "You never did what you wanted, only what you thought you should do."
"Oh that's why? I thought it was because I was a mudblood!" Hermione snapped.
"Well that too and because you were attached to Weasley and Potter's nether regions like you were being paid for it," Draco said dryly.
"So you thought I wanted to bed you all through school but I didn't because I thought I shouldn't?" Hermione said sarcastically. "It had nothing to do with your constant bullying?"
"Precisely." Draco ignored her sarcasm. "Think about it. We were the top students in our year. I still don't think any student that's gone through Hogwarts has beaten our marks. Plus, we had everyone ready to do anything we wanted them to do. We had it all, except for each other. We could have been an important union."
"And what union is that?" Hermione asked, not soaking up any of the rubbish Draco was dishing out.
"The union of Slytherin and Gryffindor. We could have stopped a lot of the prejudice you know," Draco said plainly.
"You're right about that, except for the fact that you were the source of most of the prejudice. Now shut up, Draco and get out of my office. I'm not taking that bait," Hermione said, motioning to her door.
With vampiric speed he got up, closed the door and sat back down all before Hermione could blink. She huffed at him but all he did was laugh.
"Listen. I'll make a deal with you," Draco started. "I'll leave you alone if you kiss me."
"You're barking mad! Of course not!" Hermione shouted.
"Are you sure? I'll leave you alone forever." he licked his lips. "I won't ever bother you again. Not at your house, here or … anywhere."
"I-I don't know," Hermione said.
"Come on," he coaxed. He was in front of Hermione's face in a flash, making her suck in her air sharply.
"I don't think I can. Ron …" Hermione trailed off.
"Just one kiss. He'd understand," Draco leaned in and whispered his words onto her lips.
"Okay. Just one and you leave me alone forever," she confirmed.
"On one condition," Draco said, moving his lips to her ear.
"Okay, deal's off. No conditions," Hermione said, stepping back.
"Well my condition is that, I leave you alone unless you call me back. Then the deal is off," he closed the gap between them.
"Um. Fine. That's fair I guess." Hermione's knees buckled. "Just … get on with it."
"Don't act so stiff. I can see you screaming my name," Draco smiled. "Oh don't look so shocked. It's in your head."
"Fine. I'm not stiff. Just kiss me already." She leaned towards him.
He ran his hand down her neck and between her breasts, flicking the top button of her blouse open with his nail. She gasped a little but did not protest. To her, his hand felt like the cool side of a pillow after you've been sleeping on one side for so long. It was cold but oddly comforting. She leaned into his touch and tried to ignore the sparks that were running up and down her back and the somersaults her stomach was doing.
"I promise I won't bite," he whispered gently and she leaned forward in anticipation.