"Never mind me, come straight in..." Malfoy grinned evilly as he lay in a seductive manner, wearing nothing more than his boxer's on top of his king sized bed. Hermione, knowing that this was just a show to make her uncomfortable...stood her ground and moved inside the room, the door closing softly behind her, sealing her fate with HIM.

The second the door closed, she knew this had been a wrong move. But she would never back down, not from you-know-who, and definitely not from Draco Malfoy. She grasped her wand behind her back, lifted her free hand in an accusatory gesture, opened her mouth and...nothing. She could not say anything. She couldn't even close her mouth. That little retched snake, she seethed in utter magic-bound rage barely in check. As she reached back to try and raise her wand, she found that her hands had also been tied together, in a final attempt at retaliation and desperation, she moved towards him, only to realize that her legs were also tied. Damn. He thought of everything!

"Listen Granger, we both know what's going to happen, we both know that hard as you try, you simply can't resist me, so in an open friendly gesture, I will unbind you. So long as you promise not to struggle or leave!" The offer was appealing, though the undisguised intention behind his words made her stomach crawl.

She had no choice but to comply without making her current situation worse than it already was. She relaxed each and every muscle slowly, without breaking eye contact with her captor, which made her nervous and flushed. She sighed as he noticed, and gave up completely with a humpf of indignation. The ropes loosened and fell to the ground, though the silencing charm was still firmly in place. The air in the room shifted since she barged in, it had become stale, heavy and hard to breath. Every piece of movement was intensified, every noise was like an explosion. A staring test had begun a full-blown war, each unconsciously moving toward the other untill they were but an inch apart. He slowly peeled his eyes away from her eyes only to land on her lips. Those sweet, soft, luscious lips. They yearned for him, they sang his name in holy praise, they beckoned him forward until his own had fully smothered them in a searing, tender kiss.

Hermione felt as though she had fell into an ulternate dimension. Her cold stare had warmed up to boiling temperature as the kiss moved deeper, she couldn't think, her brain, for once, was on pause and she had lost the remote control. Her hands moved of their own accord to his bare chest, burning her finger-tips with his body heat, he felt like a million degree' was pressed against him now, flush, and could feel every delectable inch of this gorgous god's body. She could also feel every 8 inches of his pure, maleness pressed between her thighs. She groaned in appreciation, god he made her so wet, she could practiclly feel moisture not only drenching her underwear but her school skirt as well.

His laughter at her response brought her crashing down to reality, She widened her eyes in fear and absolute horror as she pushed him away from her. He held on tighter the more she tried to force him away. She finally gave up and drew her wand to his throat. He quickly let go and stepped back. She kept her wand, as she serveyed him and his state, she smirked. This seemed to make Malfoy surprised. His chest had small fingernail marks, his hair was a complete mess, so unlike Malfoy, his lips were red and swollen, and his boxer's barly held him in. She slowly backed out of his room and bolted directly to her's in attempt at recovery. What the hell just happend?

One minute i hate him almost to the point of crutio, the next i'm making out with him? THE ENEMY! oh god, if ron and harry find out, they'll have my head on a food platter. As she calmed herself down abit, she remembered her original reason for barging in on Malfoy was in the first place. She stormed back over to his room and opened without knocking again. He looked shocked that she still had the balls to come back.

"Hey Malfoy, i forgot to ask you something..?" she waited.

He smirked, that irksome smirk he was known for, his tradmark, and the prepared question went out the window.

"Do you love me..?" She asked, surprised internally for that was not her origianl intent. He looked thoughtfull.

"Maybe i do Granger, maybe i'm desperatly in love with you, maybe your the one i'm ment to be with forever, maybe i want you, maybe need you, maybe i even want to fuck you. Who knows, maybe i stay up all night cursing myself for not doing anything about the way i feel, maybe i beat myself up inside when i insult you, maybe it's just a cover, maybe i jerk myself off to you while i'm in the shower late at night, maybe i fantasize about you on my bed, naked and waiting. maybe...maybe...maybe!" He finally finished his rant, once again just a breath away from her.

She was stunned. She couldn't comprehend what he had just said, couldn't take it all in or digest and process it. It was a tape stuck on repeat in her head but she didn't know the lyrics to any of the songs, like a show in an entirely different language. so once again, she backed out of the room and decided she needed sleep to clear things up. She dressed in her pj's and brushed her teeth, all the while trying hard not to think about anything exept sleep.

Just before she was about to get into bed she heard the shower in the bath room turn on, and steam escaping what must be a crack in the door, which ment Malfoy hadn't shut it all the way. She settled down and closed her eyes, her bed alway made her feel safe and warm, and as she started to drift off she heard her name. Just above a whisper, but loud enough to wake her out of her stupor. She sat up, and looked cautiously around the room, she turned on her bedside lamp to survey more thoroughly, but there was nothing there. She kept the light on but snuggled into her doona again to try and get some more sleep. But once again she heard her name, this time was louder and came from outside her bedroom. She crept out of bed silently, grabbed her wand and proceeded to find the source of her name. Out in the hallway, she heard the sound again louder still and faster. It was coming from the bathroom, but wasn't Malfoy in the bathroom? She tip-toed to the ajar bathroom door and peeked inside.

It was all misty, she couldn't see a thing. If she was to find the source, she must have to open the door more and go in. She prayed that the door was silent as she slighty pushed it open. Her prays were answered. In seconds all the steam was thinned out by the open door and there stood Draco Malfoy in the shower, on the edge of orgasm, moaning her name. She watched in fasinated horror as he came undone in the hottest, most primal way a man can. And Hermione had to admitt, it was so hot! She walked over to the shower and stripped. At first he didn't notice her, until his body became aware of a females body standing a ruler's length away. He turned around and went white with shock and embaressment. Hermione only walked through the water spray to help him. She was nothing if not helpfull!

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