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The feeling of Malfoy's lips upon her own was a memory forever imprinted upon her mind. She thought of it often, and an acute yearn for him consumed her. When she glanced across the Great Hall and he winked at her, she blushed. It was an esoteric infatuation of two, and she found that she didn't mind at all.
A nudge to her left shook her out of her fondest memory.
"Am I completely mad, or did Malfoy just wink at you?" Ginny Weasley said.
"I infer he was doing that to that blonde Ravenclaw over there," Hermione said.
"Oh."
"You must have gotten a Bludger to the head, Ginny. Draco Malfoy, winking at me. Oh, please," she said.
It was agony being in his presence but being unable to talk to him. There were so many things she wanted to discover about the boy who she previously thought was begummed by baleful influences. Hermione knew that he was redeemable, just by the very fact that he allowed himself to like her. She wondered when was the next time she could see him, to kiss him, to feel his body against hers, rendering her wholly drunk on lust.
She looked forward to Potions, where at least she could glance at him.
Is this what lust is? His face a constant image in my mind, waiting until the next moment until our next embrace? I just want to run my hands through his pale hair, to feel his cheek against mine…
"I need two students who will acquire Essence of Dittany for me in the Forbidden Forest. They will receive extra credit," Professor Snape said, his voice cutting through her thoughts.
"Any volunteers?"
The classroom was quiet.
"Of course, youths of today are disgustingly torpid. No volunteers? I'll pick randomly then, and since they were no volunteers, there is no longer extra credit, " Professor Snape drawled.
His dark eyes swept across the room and stopped when they looked upon Hermione.
"Miss Granger, I'm sure you're capable of attaining Essence of Dittany, you'll be accompanied by …" Professor Snape's eyes darted across the room where Malfoy sat.
"Mr. Malfoy."
"No way!" Harry said.
"10 points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter, for unwelcomed comments," Snape said.
Hermione contained her smile; she would be alone with Malfoy in the Forbidden Forest. The thought filled her with rapture.
"Malfoy with the Mudblood?" Pansy Parkinson spat.
Hermione saw Malfoy jerk his head toward her, a vitriolic scowl on his face.
"Better than you, you can't even recognize the bloody plant you were named after," Malfoy said.
Some gasps of surprise and giggles filled the classroom while Pansy's cheeks became rubicund with embarrassment.
Hermione was stoic in her celebration that Malfoy stood up for her, and looked toward Professor Snape and silently thanked him. Just then, Snape turned his head from the spectacle of embarrassed Pansy to Hermione, then back to Malfoy. Hermione noticed his eyebrows furrowed, possibly pondering his decision to put them together.
Harry and Ron declared that they would go with her as she made her way through the portrait hole.
"Professor Snape would find out and he'll take points away from Gryffindor. I can handle Malfoy, don't worry," Hermione said.
She felt worried for an entirely different reason, now feelings between them were declared, what would happen now?
She saw him waiting for her as she descended the steps before the entrance hall. His hair was freshly slicked, and when she got closer, she got a waft of his alluring cologne.
"Malfoy."
He looked her up and down.
"Granger."
The night was balmy as they descended the steps toward the Forbidden Forest. Sometimes Malfoy's arm would brush hers and she yearned to grab his hand, but she resisted. Malfoy looked back behind them, as if to make sure of no prying eyes, before he grabbed Hermione's hand. In the secret sanctuary amidst the trees he kissed her.
"I've been craving to do that."
"You have?" Hermione asked.
Malfoy nodded, "It's the things that I can't have that I've always desired most. And you, Granger, exemplify that. I shouldn't like you, but I do."
Hermione couldn't help herself, "Since when?"
Malfoy tried to suppress his grin as he delayed his answer. Hermione's gaze fell on his Adam's apple, she watched it bob up and down as he swallowed. She wondered how he looked naked, how his bare hands would feel on her body.
"I admitted it to myself during the Quidditch World Cup. Don't you remember I warned you about the Death Eaters?"
"Warned? I thought that was taunting," Hermione replied.
"I can't be too obvious, what will you have wanted me to say? "My love, run! They're after you!" Malfoy quipped.
My love…?
"It was a tacit warning, and I never got a thanks."
"Thanks."
Malfoy nudged her, "How about a thank you kiss too?"
Hermione smiled coyly before she kissed him.
It took them thirty minutes to find the Essence of Dittany, and the sexual tension throughout made Hermione uncomfortable. She didn't know how to act upon it, or if she even should. It was a ridiculous quandary she never realized she would be in. She never read anything that would help her understand the proper way of going about things.
"I think that'll suffice," Hermione said in front of the pile of Essence of Dittany, "There's a lot here! Professor Snape will be pleased that this gathering was a succ-sex ... success! I mean …" Hermione said.
"Ah, a slip of the tongue always reveals unconscious desires," Malfoy teased.
"I don't think it's unconscious, I'm pretty aware of it," she replied.
Malfoy looked surprised, "Go on, Granger."
"You know, there's hormones involved and-"
"-Granger! Don't go all brainy on me," Malfoy said.
"I'm attracted to you, Malfoy."
With a hypnotizing stare Malfoy approached her and kissed her softly. The pressure of his lips upon her own was delicate, soft as rose petals but as potent as poison. A poison that elicited an ache that was so mind numbing that a primal sense for carnal gratification overwhelmed her.
"You're lips are so soft," he said with his cheek against hers. With a subtle movement their noses brushed one another, Hermione could feel his warm breath against her parted mouth. Her heart pounded in anticipation as she waited for his kiss, the agonizing tension of waiting was too much and she couldn't wait for it and recaptured his lips.
On natural instinct her lips parted, and soon she felt his velvet tongue against her own. At the moment she was grateful for her nightly habits of brushing and flossing. She guessed that he had that habit too, for he tasted of mint and Earl Grey tea. She languished the sensation of his tongue against her own, the taste of his lips, the aroma that emitted from his skin that was utterly unique to him. It was overwhelmingly good. Hermione was cognizant of how good she felt; if the foreign, tight feeling she felt from below was any indication. She felt her back against a tree, and Malfoy's mouth on her neck. Her hands ran down his back and accidently to his bum. Malfoy growled in pleasure and ground his hips against her, and Hermione felt it. A new instinct overrode Hermione, the feeling of sensuality encompassed her and she pushed Malfoy down onto the ground and straddled him. Here she had the higher view, she gazed down and ran her hands up his chest as she let her hair cascade down into his content face. Hermione descended to kiss him, she could hardly pull away from Malfoy's hungry kisses. She wasn't even intimidated by his hardness beneath her; she rather enjoyed feeling it against her.
"Ms. Granger! Malfoy!"
Hermione's stomach lurched as she looked up from on top of Malfoy into the wide-eyed, wholly flabbergasted Professor Snape.
A/N I will be writing more fanfiction since the semester is almost over! (6 classes at my university has been overwhelming) Thanks for reading, I really appreciate it.
