A little warning: talking of implied slash here, nothing serious.

Thanks to my betas Audrey and Shelly Ann.

Chapter 04 Fantasies

Hermione entered her room and did her best to not slam the door, it had been hard enough getting away from Harry and Ron, and she still felt like strangling someone. She couldn't believe it! How dare she! The stupid, little bitch! She threw her robe angrily to the floor, then fell onto her bed sighing. What the hell was she doing? She was being ridiculous! She had no business being jealous! She was so angry at herself for feeling that way, and being so obvious about it! What was she expecting anyway? For him to come and acknowledge what happened? With an apology maybe? That was not gonna happen and she knew it. He'll continue with his life without given her a second thought. She should do the same.

After all, what did she care if the stupid prat wanted to get himself killed? Or if he became a Death Eater for that matter? It was none of her business! Yeah, sure, must have thought that before going following him on Halloween.

Now she felt stupid. She couldn't repress feeling jealous when she saw him with Parkinson, and at the same time she had felt oddly aroused. The girl sighed again, well, fighting against those feelings had done her no good, could at least get something out of them right?

Hermione replayed the scene in her mind, deliberately taking Pansy's place, imagining Draco's hand in her hair, pulling her mouth close for a hungry kiss, she licked her lips as she imagined the sensation, then touched her body the way she imagined he would, picturing his hand exploring her back while he kissed her, she unbuttoned her school shirt and loosened her bra, starting to massage her breasts, still imagining his lips in hers; then she threw her head back, as if he was kissing her neck, one of her hands grabbed a breast a little forcefully and she moaned. The gryffindor took two fingers to her mouth and sucked them, then got hold of one of her nipples with the wet fingers and pinched and pulled at it, her other hand trailed her stomach to get into the skirt and panties.

God! She was wet down there. Hermione pulled her legs wide apart as her fingers moved against her entrance, massaging and teasing, her other hand took care of the other nipple, she twisted it experimentally and the pain-pleasure she felt made her groan, the passage between her legs was more than well lubricated now and the girlrubbed her clitoris, she moaned in pleasure and continued her playuntil she felt the prickle of her orgasm.

"Mmmh! Draco!"

She felt her release and moaned in half satisfaction.

After a little while, Hermione felt the need for Malfoy arising again. It wasn't fair, why did it have to be him? With the number of well looking boys in the school! Why did she have to be obsessed with the one that hated her the most? The one she used to hate right back! She groaned in frustration and got off the bed, it was still early, maybe she could take a quick shower before dinner. It would be best to forget all about it. She would never have Draco Malfoy, but that was fine, maybe with time she would be able to forget her little obsession, in the meantime her fantasies will be enough, she couldn't have anything more.

His hands roamed along the soft skin of the body under him, while he kissed his way to a spot behind the ear of the girl, inhaling her essence, curly locks tickling his nose, he intertwined the fingers of his left hand in the messy brown hair, while caressing perfect hard breasts; he heard her moan and his mouth trailed kisses to a nipple and covered it, trying to make it hard by sucking.

"Ouch! Draco stop!"

Hands grabbed his hair, pulling his head away from his task, he blinked into the blue eyes of Pansy, her voice dragging him to the present.

"Don't do that! You know I don't like it!"

Well, what a way of getting thrown out of a nice fantasy. His hand released the hair, that was blond and straight instead of the curly brown he had been imagining. He stared into Parkinson's eyes and snapped.

"Merlin Pansy! You must be the only girl I know who doesn't like her breasts being sucked!" 'and her pussy too' he added privately remembering the one time he had tried to do that with her.

"Don't compare me to those commoners you like to bed during school breaks! I have far more class than them!"

'So far no one has told me that sex is so boring' he thought rather sarcastically "All right!" he said aloud, not wanting the girl to get into lecture mode, and start berating him about manners in bed. "How you want it now? Just fast?"

"We have to be at dinner after all, but don't thrust too fast, go slow, you know I don't like it too hard."

"Mmm..."

Draco still continued wondering why in hell Pansy looked for him to have sex with. It was painfully obvious that she didn't like it the way he did, but she seemed determined to have a sexual relationship with the boy. Hell! She even had the nerve of being furious with him every time she discovered that he bedded one of the school girls! She didn't have any problems with the boys, but she always got mad over the girls, anyway she never did anything apart from yelling at him, all his female bed partners at Hogwarts were non slytherin, and Pansy just didn't take the time to go hunting them, besides, she knew that they were only a one time bedding, nothing really serious, and always secret. He knew that the girl had the ingrained conviction that they were going to marry someday, but still, he knew some families whose marriages were arranged, husband and wife were together just for convenience, and both parts continued having free sex life with other partners. Pansy had some strange social beliefs, but the reality was that he hadn't put much effort in getting to know her better. Seeing that they won't actually end up together, he just didn't think it necessary.

Anyway, he returned to his task with her, being with Pansy meant that he would have a fast sex release without bed play, Parkinson didn't like teasing, she didn't like to be participative either, usually she would lie in bed and let Draco do everything he wanted... well, not exactly everything, just kissing and couple, nothing more, she was passive all the time, and if he wouldn't do anything out of the 'ordinary' she wouldn't talk at all and he could imagine being with anyone else.

Now it would be hard to detach his mind like that, she had already talked, but he kissed her once more and continue to do what he had started.

She left almost immediately afterwards, and he took his time in the shower, at least there no one was going to interrupt his fantasies.

Later, Draco entered the Great Hall with Pansy at his side, he was curious to see the reaction of the slytherins when they saw both of them were on speaking terms again, but most importantly, he wanted to see what the Granger girl would do. His housemates were somewhat surprised at seeing Parkinson again with him, he could see that every one of them where wondering if she managed to get him to talk about his mysterious plot. Only Zabini smirked knowingly, he knew the blond far too well to guess that Draco had distracted the girl with sex. Pansy went to her usual seat and her friends immediately attacked her with questions. Draco felt somewhat satisfied to see her blush in shame for not being able to discover his secrets. He sat between Crabbe and Goyle as always, and looked more intently at the Gryffindor table.

Hermione Granger had gone pale when they entered the Great Hall, and now was pointedly not looking at Slytherin's table at all, from time to time however, she would move almost imperceptibly and risked a glance in Draco's direction, but nothing more.

Malfoy was truly enjoying himself now. It seemed that the female of the golden trio felt a certain degree of attraction to the enemy. The little guilt that Draco had felt regarding Halloween night was vanishing into thin air. He now remembered something that had escaped his mind before: he had had no troubles entering her that night, she had been wet enough for him to thrust into easily, she only felt pain because she was a virgin and he had done everything possible to make the act highly uncomfortable, but still the fact was that she had been wet. Why feel guilty when by all appearances Granger wouldn't mind another go?

It mustn't be normal, that was for sure, you rarely heard of people enjoying rape, if that was the case he supposed the girl must have some undefined sex troubles, same as Pansy, but Granger's situation was by far more enjoyable, at least the way he saw it. Maybe he was misreading the signs, and it was all his own sudden interest in the gryffindor girl which was talking, but there was only one way to know for sure, and he was definitely going to find out. After all, life was too short, for him it was sure to be even shorter, so why not enjoy it while he can? That was what Potter said wasn't it?

He displayed a little feral smile to the girl in one of her glances at him, and was then satisfied to see her blush a deep red and avert her eyes hurriedly, trying her best to ignore him. Yes, he was definitely going to enter Hermione Granger's life, for better or for worse it didn't matter, it would be good entertainment until he left this world, and she'd enjoy it... he'll make her enjoy it.

Hermione woke up startled the next day, and hurried to the bathroom, she fell to her knees in front of the sink and emptied the contents of her stomach. After a while she rinsed her mouth and shakily got into her bed again. She hated feeling nauseous, this made no sense to her, it was the fourth day she woke up to have to run into the bathroom. What had possibly made her ill? She hadn't eaten anything out of the ordinary, unless one of the girls had put something in a candy, she'll have to go to Madam Pomfrey to be sure she didn't catch a stomach infection since she didn't want to spend Christmas ill.

The girl undressed slowly, and with a towel and bathrobe in hand, again went into the bathroom. The warm water from the shower made her feel better. She forgot about her sickness and as she started washing her messy hair, her mind wandered automatically to the Malfoy heir and the way he had looked at her the day before at dinner, it must have been her imagination, but that look had made her nervous, she was sure the boy was planning something, she'll have to be alert around him.

Hermione finished her bath, still thinking about Draco, and feeling slightly aroused from it, she would have taken a little more time in the shower if it wasn't so late, she was Head Girl after all, she had to be an example and go to breakfast early, the winter break was only a week from now, and the students tended to relax and started to arrive a little late to classes. Singing under her breath, thinking about grey eyes, she opened the bath cabinet to get her brush and her eyes fell on the box of Tampax, She froze immediately, mentally counting the days since the last time she had got hold of the box. A feeling of dread slowly formed in her mind while the mental image of Draco got stronger. It had been more than a month since she had used the Tampax in more than a month.

"No... I should be mistaken"

She hurriedly went to her bedside table and got out a little notebook, that she used as a kind of journal, she searched her calendar, she always had got track of the health of her body, she found the last mark with a little trepidation and paled. It marked October 19th. She had lost a period. The sickness came back suddenly and she ran to the toilet again.

'It can't be! Surely is only my mind working. I have read that stress and trauma can make a woman miss a period or two. It must be only psychological' She thought over it all the way to the Great Hall, barely hearing Harry and Ron making plans for Christmas, Harry was going to spend the holidays with the Weasleys, Molly Weasley had almost threatened Dumbledore to get the boy out of school for them, if there was going to be a war, then they mustn't waste any time they could have together. Ron had invited Hermione too, but she had preferred to go home with her parents, the red head had been a little disappointed at that, but he understood her choice. They got into the hall and the girl walked straight to her usual seat, and started eating half heartedly.

The boys sat down and the chatting continued, Ron was saying something about the Christmas tree when he interrupted himself and said.

"Well, would you believe that? I don't understand what is it with the girls that follow him. Who would want anything to do with that prat?"

Hermione turned her head to see Draco Malfoy entering the hall, with his arm firmly around Pansy's waist and three more girls surrounding him, one of them leaning in close to his ear whispering something. As Granger followed them with her eyes, Malfoy took Parkinson to her seat and pulled the chair out for her, he leaned down to say something in her ear and suddenly his eyes moved and looked into Hermione's directly. The Gryffindor girl could feel herself blushing, but seemed incapable of turning away. She looked on as he displayed a somewhat cruel smile. His tongue licked his lower lip, and then he winked at her. Hermione paled instantly and developed a sudden interest in her bacon and eggs, any trace of hungry leaving her.

The mail arrived, and an owl landed beside her arm, she took the message and gave the bird some bread. It was from her parents, they were going to a Dental congress on the winter break, and they asked if she would like to catch them in France, they could send the ticket to her. Harry and Ron were reading a letter from Mr. Weasley, telling them that Charlie would be at the train station to get them.

"It'll be great! All the family is going to be there! Well, except Percy" said Ron excitedly.

"What you got 'Mione?" asked Harry.

"Oh, a letter from my parents, maybe I'll spend the holidays in France."

Hermione asked herself if it would be better to accept Ron's invitation, she actually didn't want to go to France, but she didn't want to spend the holidays with all the Weasley family either, they were nice and she loved them, but she wasn't in the mood for that, she felt as if her depression was taking a hold of her, and she didn't want anyone to notice, besides, Ginny won't stop pestering her about how much Ron and all the family loved her, and that her brother only needed a little push in the right direction, a push Hermione was not willing to give him. She sighed in frustration, not knowing what to do, Ron suddenly approached her.

"'Mione, are you all right?"

"Oh, yes, don't worry Ron, I'm fine. I'm not much hungry that's all."

"You sure? You look a little pale. Maybe you should go to Madam Pomfrey."

Hermione bit her lower lip, she didn't want to go to the mediwitch anymore, and the fact that Ron lately had taken to be more attentive to her was disturbing, she didn't want him getting so close to her.

"Well, maybe later. I have to go now, I have Arithmancy and I want to be early, see you later boys!"

She left the Great Hall in a hurry, almost not hearing her friends goodbyes, and too aware of a pair of grey eyes following her.

Hermione got to the Arithmancy lesson too early, but the classroom was open, so she went in and took her usual seat. Not a second later the door opened again and Malfoy entered, the girl experienced a moment of panic before she remembered that he took Arithmancy too. The blond boy walked straight to his own seat, a few rows behind her, he left his school bag and then made a bee line towards her. Hermione sensed him approaching and felt oddly ashamed and slightly angered; he was supposed to be ignoring her! Not acting as though he suddenly had any kind of interest in her! Malfoy stopped just in front of her bench and turned to her smirking, Hermione looked at him, trying to look disgusted without much luck. Draco spoke first, his voice clear but lacking its usual vicious hate.

"Well, what do we have here? Our favourite mudblood was early for class!"

"What do you want Malfoy?" he looked at her more intently and Hermione felt like melting on the spot.

"I should be the one asking that question Granger, or even better" he positioned himself so as to be eye to eye with her, his arms reaching over to support himself on the bench "I'm wondering... why haven't you told anybody of our little "encounter" in the woods? I have been expecting those two muggle-lover pathetic friends of you to come fighting me, ready to avenge you. So far they had showed little interest in the matter."

"Back off Malfoy! Why do you care? I would have supposed you'd be happy to get away with... that... without troubles! Or are you so impatient to die?" Hermione was fighting to keep her heart ratting under control, her voice hadn't wavered, but if he continued looking her like that she would loose control soon. One of his arms moved to lean against her chair and she felt trapped, his voice was almost a whisper now.

"Maybe. Maybe I was willing to die that day, but you decided to get into the equation Granger, I had thought that you'd claim some kind of justice, revenge maybe, over what I did, perhaps you're too much of a coward to tell anyone of your assault... or maybe you're ashamed of having liked it..."

Hermione turned a deep shade of red. She glared at him thinking she wanted no more than to punch that pretty, self-righteous face. She hissed.

"You sick bastard! How could you think...? It was disgusting! And I hate you!"

That did nothing but widen Draco's feral smile, as he leaned even more over her she could feel his breath now.

"Is that so? Then why don't you tell Dumbledore what I did? I'm sure he'll be more than happy to send me to Azkaban. Eh Granger? Why?"

Hermione froze and gulped loudly, feeling herself becoming aroused. Draco was truly enjoying himself. She licked her lips absentmindedly in nervousness, the boy could see a hint of excitement in her eyes, he was so close to her their noses were almost touching, he was about to move forward and kiss her when the door was opened and Draco barely registered his surname being shouted before a body collided against him, and he hit the floor painfully.

Hermione was so shocked that she almost didn't recognize Harry leaning in front of her instead of Malfoy, grabbing her upper arms, asking worriedly if she was alright. She looked at his panic stricken face and almost laughed hysterically. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the heap that was made up of Ron and Malfoy fighting furiously. That sight released her and her prefect instincts kicked in and her head cleared.

"Stop! Ron stop! This is a classroom!"

"Hermione, Malfoy was hurting you!" yelled Harry

"He did not hurt me! He was just being his usual nasty self! And I can handle him pretty well, you don't need to worry so much Harry. Ron, stop already! You're a prefect for God's sake! Oh!"

She grew impatient and got out her wand

"Accio Ron!"

The fight was dramatically interrupted as the red head flew away from his enemy to his friend's feet. Harry had his wand out too, pointing at Malfoy, ready to hex the boy at the least provocation. Draco collected himself and got up from the floor with some trouble, his upper lip bleeding and one eye closed, with the other he was glaring daggers at Ron.

"Weasley you stupid bastard!"

"You git! You deserve it! You were trying to hurt Hermione!"

"You're an idiot weasel! And I didn't hear your mudblood girlfriend calling for any kind of help! Maybe she finally realized how useless you are!"

"Bastard!" Ron was ready to launch himself at Draco again, but Hermione stopped him.

"Ron enough already! He's only getting to you! You both should be ashamed! You're supposed to be prefects! I should take points from both of you!"

Even Harry turned to look at her in disbelief, Draco shouted first.

"Me? Ashamed of what? He was the one attacking me!"

"Hermione! I was defending you!"

"Which I deeply appreciate Ron, but really, you should take control of your anger and not go throwing yourself head first at people. He's not worth a detention!"

Students were starting to arrive. Harry noticed their wary eyes looking over at them and decided to end the argument.

"Take it easy you two; come on Ron, nothing bad happened, Malfoy why don't you leave?"

"You are a moron Potter, I'm in my class!"

"Well, go away to your seat then! And don't you dare go near to near Hermione again!"

"And who'll stop me? You?"

The two friends looked ready to fight their enemy again; Hermione took both their arms and tried to placate them.

"Harry, please. It's not worth it. You two should be in your own classroom, what are you doing here anyway?"

"Besides saving you?" asked Ron still annoyed, the girl shot him an impatient glare, Harry sighed in defeat and answered.

"You forgot the book I borrowed last night, we came to give it to you, in case you needed it."

"Oh, thanks."

They finally went away, just before professor Vector arrived. Hermione felt ill and distracted all throughout the lesson. Draco had refused to go to the hospital wing and she could feel his eyes boring into her.She was worried over what the boy would say to her when class wasover, but when they went out of the classroom, Harry and Ron were already there waiting for her, so she let herself be escorted to their next class.

In the afternoon, Hermione spent about an hour going back and forth in her room, thinking about the possibility of heading to the hospital wing while her friends were at Quidditch practice. She didn't want to go, she still had some trouble acknowledging what had been done to her. Somehow going to the mediwitch would make it all the more real. Besides, she didn't have anything, really, she was trying to convince herself that her lack of a period was due to emotional trauma; it'll come back eventually, when she had relaxed herself, it wasn't necessary to see Madam Pomfrey.

'I'll wait' she thought at last 'until the end of the holidays. If I'm not having it by then I'll go. Yes, it's better to do that. I'll wait' Hermione made her decition and then took a parchment to write to her parents, telling them she'll spend the holiday in the school, that would give her solitude and time to relax.

Malfoy was sitting in one of the armchairs of his room, looking intently to a letter in his hands, any trace of the fight with Ronald Weasley had left his face. Madam Pomfrey was getting even better with the years. He reread the parchment for the fourth time, his father was furious for not having an answer to his previous letters, and this one was even more harsh, there will be another initiation on Christmas, some of the Death Eaters would introduce their children to the Dark Lord.

'You better be among them Draco' The order was written plainly, no insinuations, not the sightless effort of disguising it. Lucius should be beyond anger to be this careless.

'So' the boy thought to himself 'some of them won't be back this time'

It was another chance; he could go and end it all already. He still had no desire to serve the Dark Lord, after much debating he decided that he didn't want his world to change, he liked it as it was. The Malfoys had power, the wizarding world feared and respected them, they always had what they wanted. Why should they care about pitiful muggles anyway? Let them live their worthless lives far away from the wizard's affairs; they shouldn't be giving them a second thought.

It was odd, in some sick way, that his father had raised him to be a leader, taught him not to let anyone be above him, Malfoys followed their own rules; they serve or obey no one. And now his father wanted him to humiliate himself in front of a mad man? The Dark Lord was the most powerful wizard ever, that was true, but still, why should he live the rest of his life as a slave, having been raised to be a lord? He won't do it, he won't live to serve anyone, he won't live to see his world broken to pieces, and his family as the favourite pets of a dark wizard! No body could stop that from happening, he was pretty sure of that, anyone who thought there was any kind of hope was a fool. This would be another chance to leave this world before it was destroyed, there would be no silly girls following him into the woods, no one would stop him.

But he was dubious about it, he had not changed his mind about killing himself, but now the situation was different. He wanted to feel alive one last time, he wanted to feel the fire of a woman around him, he wanted to make her his. Granger somehow had managed to get his attention, maybe she was regretting it already but it was done. He wanted her, to have a taste of her before leaving. There would be other chances, he could simply get lost in the forbidden forest and be done with it, but before that he was going to have her. With a flick of his wand he set fire to the letter.

Hermione was out of the Great Hall, waiting for Ernie McMillan, the Hufflepuff prefect, it was their turn to make the night round and she wanted to do it fast, so she could go to sleep, she felt tired and slightly aghast. Holidays were here; tomorrow the majority of the students would leave to spend Christmas with their families. She hadn't told anyone about her decision to stay at Hogwarts, she didn't want Ron talking her into going with them; she wanted to be alone.

But she was worrying over something else, Malfoy hadn't talked to her since their little exchange in Arithmancy, and her obsession seemed to be growing, she dreamed of him every night and her fearing of being pregnant were worse everyday, she had found herself starting to wonder if she should tell him once it was a sure thing, then berating herself for even consider the possibility.

Tonight she was thinking of Draco even more.The golden trio had had a meeting with Dumbledore, who sadly informed them that there would be another initiation over the holidays, some of the students probably won't come back to Hogwarts to finish the term. Harry and Ron were sure that this time Malfoy would stay at home with his gang of junior death eaters, Ron was almost cheering over finally getting ride of the blond git, but Hermione hadn't said a thing, she felt scared, she didn't want him to end like that, the girl was sure that if Malfoy left the school he was not coming back, not for being a Death Eater, but for being dead, he had told her that much. The gryffindor didn't want that to happen, but she could do nothing to stop it. Maybe if he knew about her fears of being pregnant. That was a ridiculous thought; she should be able to think of better ways to keep him at Hogwarts!

Anger took hold of her. What did she care anyway? She was so stupid as to care for the bastard's luck? Fuck him! Let him go and die if that was what he wanted! It wasn't her business! She shouldn't care! But the thing was she did care.

Hermione was so deep in her thoughts that she didn't realize someone was approaching her until she had the boy almost in her face, she blushed and almost shout at the sight of Malfoy, the blond smirked, amused by her shock, she managed to glare and asked.

"Malfoy, what are you doing here? You should be in your house common room by now!"

"Actually Granger, McMillan told me he was feeling a little sick, so I'm here to do the rounds in his place. You have any problems with it?"

Hermione looked at the boy in disbelief, she was about to tell him exactly how many problems she had with his presence, when professor Flitwick interrupted them.

"Good night youngsters! I suppose you two are going to do the rounds?"

"Yes professor" answered Malfoy nonchalantly.

"Good, go ahead and behave you now."

"Of course."

Draco knew that the recommendation of behaving was only given to him, but he didn't care, Granger nodded her good nights to the professor, and they both started walking in silence tainted with nervousness on Hermione's part.

They did the round without comments, Granger was relieved for it, she wouldn't know what to say to him, but at the same time she was going nuts wondering whether or not he would leave for the break. She was thinking of the best way to find out without seeming very interested, when Draco saved her the trouble and broke the silence.

"I'm staying for Christmas" he said, they were walking back down the corridor that lead to the Astronomy tower then, ready to finish their round.

"Really?" she suddenly felt like a weight was lifted from her shoulders, while she tried to sound disinterested. "What for? Don't want to spend holidays with your mother?"

"There are more interesting ways of spending winter break. Don't you think so Granger?"

They have stopped walking and Hermione felt his eyes on her.

"Besides, I want to be sure that no stupid girl will try to stand in my way this time."

That angered her, she turned to glare indignantly at him.

"Oh, you don't have to worry. I'm sure that you'd find your way free of stupid girls!"

She intended to storm away to Gryffindor tower, but a hand stopped her grabbing her arm, Hermione suddenly found herself being pulled and pushed against the wall, Malfoy's face only an inch above her own.

"Why do I doubt that?"

"Let go of me Malfoy!" she hissed furiously, not wanting to wake the portraits or attract Filch.

"You want to go? I don't think so Granger."

He pressed his upper body against hers, effectively trapping her, his left hand grabbed the hair at her temple, firmly without being painful unless she tried to fight it, his eyes looked down into hers.

"I think we should set this straight now!"

"Leave me alone Malfoy! We don't have anything to set!"

"No? Maybe I'll go talk with the weasel then, surely he would be interested about how his girlfriend lost her virginity, I could give him a few details."

"You bastard!" Hermione almost yelled, she felt like crying and was having a hard time keeping her voice at hiss level "Don't you ever feel any remorse at anything?"

"Remorse? Why should I feel it? You asked for it Granger!" he leaned over her, breathing in her lips "And you liked it!"

"You sick pervert! That's not...! Mmmm!"

Draco's lips were over hers, the force of the kiss demanding entrance to her mouth, Hermione was shocked into compliance by the surprise, her hands lifted themselves to his chest and a moan escaped her, the boy broke the kiss smirking.

"I was wondering what your lips tasted like. You did like it; don't deny it Granger, that's why you haven't told anyone."

"That's... not true" she gasped trying to get hold of her ratting heart. "... you have no right…"

"Don't fool yourself, you wanted it, maybe not as it was given but that doesn't change the fact that you wanted it."

"Stop it! Let me go now or I'll scream, I swear!"

"Go ahead then Granger, do it! Give me a scream!"

She would have never done it and he knew that, she was unable to break eye contact with him, the boy leaned in again and this time she gave into the kiss completely.

'This is not happening, this couldn't be happening, he hates me and I hate him back! He hates me and I...! I so fucking need him!' Her mind was in turmoil by now, Malfoy moved his right hand to cup her buttocks through the clothes, his mouth starting to trail a way to her neck.

There was a loud sound at the end of the corridor that startled them both. Draco turned and took out his wand, releasing her hair; he had a hex in his mouth before he registered the ghostly figure bumping up and down with what seemed half a set of armour on its head.

"Peeves! Stupid poltergeist!"

The girl came out of her daze during the interruption and pushed Malfoy away from her, running hastily towards the Gryffindor tower. The boy smiled at her retreating form, no need to hurry, next time he'll be sure there would be no interruptions.

Hermione went directly inside her private bedroom. She was still blushing and very aroused. Malfoy had really kissed her! It had to be a trick, there was no way Malfoy would really want her! It was a bizarre thought, but she found herself liking the idea. She had to be mad, that was it, she was finally totally nuts! But that night her dreams were even more pleasure filled than before.

The next morning her period was back, she didn't know if she should feel relieved or disappointed.