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Chapter 4
As Draco fled the room, Hermione stood dazed in the same place he left her. Running a finger across her tingling lips, Hermione wondered what had happened. Draco may be different, he was a werewolf after all, but that didn't make him stupid. He would have known that all kissing her would do is make her try to escape that much harder. But Draco wasn't stupid, so why had he kissed her. Debating between whether she should try and run know, while she was downstairs and he wasn't, or finding out why he kissed her, Hermione began walking towards the parlor door. By the time she was near enough to turn the handle, curiosity had won out. Deciding that she would still have time to make a run for it after she talked to Draco she wandered her way up the stairs, the way he had gone. Hoping she was heading the right direction, she began wandering in the direction of her room, as though drawn that way. Reaching the door before hers and beginning to turn around, Hermione hesitated. Through the door, she could hear the faint murmurings of a very angry Draco, and a deeper voice that she couldn't place. He had invited someone over? After what he had just done? Hermione felt her anger prick to the surface once more and opened the door, ready to give the blonde ferret a thorough tongue lashing. However, when she opened the door, the only person in the room was Draco. Before she could figure out how this could be, Draco whipped around, to find her staring at him. The shock of finding her in his room was evident on his face.
"Hermione, I…"he began, but couldn't seem to form any words that would make sense.
"Draco, who were you talking to?" Hermione asked,
"I…don't know what you're talking about Hermione…"
" Look ferret, I want some answers, and I want them NOW! So quit playing dumb, I heard you in here arguing with someone, and there is no way I wouldn't have heard them apparate away. So tell me now, and don't you dare lie…who was it?!" Hermione was on the brink of hexing him, if she could find a wand at least. She wanted answers, not any of his stupid games.
"Alright, fine…I was talking to…my wolf." At Hermione's look of confusion, Draco continued. "Every werewolf has a wolf dormant inside themselves, as you well know. Most people are able to control the wolf enough to never notice them unless it's the full moon. However, there are rare cases, like mine, that the wolf is stronger than usual. Actually, the stronger the wizard is, the stronger the wolf is…Remus struggles with his wolf just as much as I do…he's just had longer to practice. The wolf inside is constantly aware of what is going on around him. When you have a strong wolf, he may decide to comment on things here and there…it's actually quite nice when you're tired of being alone all the time. At other times, when the wolf is feeling a particularly strong emotion…like lust…they can take over their wizards body. The same can happen to the wolf on the full moon if the wizard is strong enough. That's what wolfs bane does actually, it makes the wizard stronger so he can contain the wolf better…" Draco began to ramble on about the potion, but Hermione didn't hear.
"Wait, did you say lust Draco? Are you saying that downstairs, the wolf took over. That he was the one to kiss me? Because he was, lusting, after me?" Draco nodded bashfully.
"You're kidding right? No one lusts after me. I'm just…too plain." Draco looked up at this.
"Hermione, you can't possibly see yourself as plain. I mean, you're gorgeous!" Draco reached out his hand for Hermione's. When she took it, her dragged her over to the tall mirror on the other side of the room and stood behind her.
"Hermione, will you trust me on something? I want to show you what I see, but I don't want to scare you." Hermione nodded; one because she was curious, and two because he sounded so sincere.
Draco grinned and took her hair in his hands and began to run his fingers through it. When Hermione jumped, he shushed her.
"Your hair is amazing bella. So thick and rich. I could spend hours lost in it. And the smell, so unique to you, I could search the world ten times over, and never find the same scent." As he said this, he nuzzled her hair, as if memorizing her scent. Her ran his fingers to brush across her eyelids. "And your eyes, they reflect all your knowledge and hint at hidden secrets, without giving any of them away. I want to unlock all you secrets one day 'Mione." His fingers crept down to her lips. "Lips so full, I could spend days kissing them and still never have enough." His fingers, feather light, brushed the column of her neck. Softly, ever so softly, he kissed it, whispering against it, "So long and elegant."
Hermione shivered as his breath swept across her skin. She felt so odd, a fluttering feeling in the pit of her stomach. Not nauseous, more like butterflies. A million butterflies buzzing around her insides. She didn't want him to stop. He continued his downward path, not to the obvious place on her chest, but to her arms. He ran his hands lightly up and down her arms, raising goose bumps.
"So much strength hidden in these arms. No one would ever know." Draco knelt down and began to kiss each of her ink stained fingers. Hermione began to draw them from his grasp, not wanting him to see what her hours of studying had done to her poor digits. "No," he rasped. That's all, but it was enough to stop her. He continued his path, finally reaching her legs. Dragging his fingers from her ankles to the tops of her thighs, until he was standing, fiddling with the hem of her shirt, he whispered in her ear, "And long, luscious legs that go on for miles. Now do you see what I see Hermione? Do you understand why my wolf was so overcome? Why I'm fighting him even now, not to take you right here?"
Hermione gasped and turned to face him. However, facing him was the last thing she should have done. When her eyes met his, Draco could no longer contain the wolf, nor did he want to. But this time, instead of crushing her lips to his, he slowly brought his mouth down to hers, to capture her lips in a seductive kiss. Nibbling on her bottom lip, she opened her mouth to grant him entrance. Teasingly, he explored the cavern of her luscious mouth with his tongue, flittering from one spot to another. But, when he touched his tongue to hers, instead of joining him in battle for dominance like she was wanting to, she drew back. Shaking her head to clear it, Hermione stared at him. How had he done that to her? She had to get away from here before she did something even more stupid. Before she began to like his amazing kisses even more. NO! I don't like his kisses! Hermione ran from the room towards the one that had been given to her, stunned at how she reacted. Hmmm…seems like he's been stunning you a lot recently. Hermione smacked herself on the head for even thinking such a thing.
A/N Finally, we got a little action in this chapter. YAY! Ok, so obviously, as much as we want her to give in to him, we need to wait a little longer for that. Review please! They make me write faster!
