A.N.; This chapter is unfortunately abysmally short. It's kind of just a filler chapter of sorts, I pretty much just wrote down the drabble in my head. Please keep review and thank you so much to those who have already reviewed. I love you guys :D
Disclaimer; I, in no way, shape or form, own Harry Potter.J. K. Rowling is god when it comes to this and if I did own it why would I be writing this.
Chapter 4
Draco stood there stunned. What had just happened... He stormed off onto his room and slammed the door shut with such force he even jumped slightly. He cast a silencing spell over his room so he could rant freely. He paced back and forth, his hands covering his face.
"WHAT. THE. FUCK." One moment they were fighting, which wasn't abnormal considering their history, and the next they were wrapped up in one another... Ok Draco, think. What happened.
He could remember sitting by the fire and they were talking. Then he'd asked about her about her weekend and she just got up once again. Why the fuck does she do that? What is she hiding? He remembered fighting with her then. He'd pretty much crushed her against the wall. Then he'd said something about her running away and he'd noticed that her whole body changed. She looked up and stared him right in the eye, and there was a fire that lit behind her own. She'd stepped forward into him and he stood back. He'd never had woman take control like that, he was never left on his back foot and he loved every second of it. He could feel the stirring in his loins , his breathing quickened and that was it. As she'd turned to leave, he grabbed her hair, ripping it back to turn her face to meet his and to expose her neck. He expected fear to shine in her eyes but he was only greeted with pride and she wasn't backing down. He crashed his lips against her own, sucking on her lips and biting. She gasped, pushing he hands against his chest was it was no use. He'd pushed them back up against the wall and pulled her hair causing her mouth to open slightly and Draco dove in. A shudder swept through Draco's body as he recalled the way her hands roamed his body and how they tugged on his hair. He also recalled that he seriously liked that. Draco picked up the nearest object and threw it across the room, causing it to be smashed against the far wall. He walked over to his bed and picked up his shirt and as it slid over his back he hissed. That's right, she'd carved up his back with her nails which caused him both pain and pleasure and in turn a raging hard on which he was still sporting. FUCK! How did she of all people, have this kind of effect on him. A nice cold shower would do his a world of good.
Hermione was still sitting on the floor against her door when she heard the shower start running. It had been just over half an hour and her breathing was still heavy and the heat from his touch still remained throughout her body. She wanted nothing more than to stay there and finish what they'd started. Why didn't I stay... That's right, he'd called me Hermione. That was of course her name but she was so used to Granger or Mudblood or anything else that spewed forth from his mouth. But she wasn't used to the way he'd moaned her name in such a tone that she'd wanted to shag him right then and there. It was safe to say that her 'safe zone' had now officially been blown to shreds.
She could still hear the water running so she climbed ever so slowly into bed, allowing sleep to wash over her. And with her sleep came dreams of sliver eyes and heated passion...