A/N: I have discovered something interesting about myself. I am considered to be an "obsessed Pirates of the Caribbean" fan. If you want to know why, check out my profile. There is a new mini-section I added. If any of you can relate, please address me as to why in a review.

Undesirable Feelings

Chapter 7

The following day was, surprisingly, no different than any other day.

During breakfast, neither Hermione nor Draco cared to glance at the other. Same with all their classes, and both lunch and dinner.

Hermione was, however, avoiding Ginny Weasley that day at all costs. But Ginny Weasley is a strong, determined young woman. She did find a way to meet with her.

'Hermione!' Ginny called out loudly.

Hermione nearly slipped at the shock of hearing a voice inside the bathroom.

'Ginny! I'm trying to take a shower!' Hermione yelled back, 'Who let you in?'

'Ernie did! Now why are you avoiding me?'

'I cannot believe you would just barge in on me while I'm trying to take a shower!'

'Oh, Hermione, let it go! I'm in here, now just answer me!'

'No! I'll talk to you when I'm done!'

'NO ma'am! You'll find a way to escape from me! I've got you surrounded and I'm not leaving until I am DARN READY!'

Hermione growled angrily.

'UGH! I promise I'll talk, just let me bathe in peace!'

Ginny narrowed her eyes dangerously at Hermione, even if Hermione couldn't see… since she was behind an opaque glass shower door.

'FINE! I'll be waiting in the common room,' Ginny stated as she left the room.

Hermione internally screamed as she threw a bar of soap against the wall.

Ginny strut back into the common room and threw herself onto the couch.

'Everything all right with Hermione?' Ernie asked, 'Is she feeling better?'

'What? Oh,' Ginny had forgotten for a moment that she told Ernie that Hermione was deathly ill, which was the reason she had to come in and see her. 'Yes, she's showering and that's making her feel LOADS better. I'm just waiting for her… maybe I'll just wait in her room though.'

-

About ten minutes later Hermione emerged into her own bedroom with a towel wrapped around her head, wearing a bathrobe.

'Now, what do you need, Gin?' Hermione asked exasperatedly.

'Why have you been avoiding me ALL day?'

'Oh, that's absurd.'

'Hermione… you didn't look at me once during breakfast, lunch, or dinner.'

'I did so!'

'No you didn't, whenever I asked you something you'd go "What did you say, Ron?".'

'Ron was talkative today, wasn't he?' Hermione asked, bearing a stupid smile on her face.

'He talked about Quidditch to Harry basically throughout all the meals,' Ginny explained, 'he didn't know what you were talking about every time you thought he said something to you.'

Hermione simply stared at the floor.

'Something happened with Malfoy, didn't it?' Ginny asked excitedly. 'Did you guys kiss again?'

'You could say that.' Hermione said, blushing like a bride.

'No… you didn't… did you?' Ginny stammered. 'I didn't think you actually would! But you DID! You did, didn't you?'

At this point Ginny stood and began pacing the room.

'I can't believe it! You actually did it! Malfoy talked to you about it and you did it! You did, didn't you? You little whore! I can't believe it! You little twat! Oh Merlin!'

'Ginny! Keep your voice down! Stop screeching!'

Ginny then walked straight up to Hermione and grabbed her wrists.

'Tell me now what you did with Malfoy.'

'We… we decided to become a little closer…'

'And… you took my advice?'

'Maybe…'

'Holy shite! You shagged Malfoy!'

'I hate myself, Gin!' Hermione cried, pulling away from Ginny's grabby hands and throwing herself dramatically on her bed.

'No you don't!' Ginny replied, sitting down next to her. 'I can't believe you really did it.'

'Stop saying that!' Hermione pleaded. 'I don't want to think about it.'

'Yes you do! You MUST! You have to tell me everything! Was he good?'

Hermione nodded with a small, embarrassed smile.

'OH! What did he do?'

'What didn't he do?' Hermione replied.

'You dirty slag, tell me everything!'

'Stop calling me names, I feel bad enough.'

'No! Don't feel bad, Hermione! This was good for you! It eased you up, didn't it? It's perfect! You're so wound-up with being Head Girl, it's a perfect way to release stress.'

'HEAD GIRL!' Hermione gasped, 'I'm going to be suspended!'

'You will not.' Ginny groaned, 'You and Malfoy are both smart, you won't get caught.'

'I don't even know if I'm going to continue it, Gin.'

'Why the bloody hell not?'

'Why are you so FOR this?'

'Because it's brilliant! It's so dangerous and exciting! I wish it was me!'

'Really?'

'YES! Can I have a go?'

'What?'

'Only joking, Hermione, I won't take your man.'

'He's NOT my man.'

'Well you're fucking him.'

'It was a one time thing.'

'Does he think that?'

'I don't know what he thinks.'

'Oh yeah?'

Hermione didn't answer.

'What did he say after you guys were done?' Ginny asked. 'Did he just tell you to leave?'

'No,' Hermione answered, 'I told him I was going to leave; he wanted to study.'

'Are you serious?'

'Yes,' she said, 'in a way, he even offered to walk me back… I think he was joking though, because he knew I'd say no.'

'That doesn't sound like Malfoy.'

'He called me a mudblood when we finished though.'

'Really? That was uncalled for.'

'But then he said he'd take care of me.'

'Excuse me?'

'He said he takes care of the women he… well, you know.'

'Interesting…' Ginny mused.

He wrote me a letter after as well, and sent it to me via owl.

'Let me see it! Can I?'

Hermione walked to her desk and grabbed it from a drawer. She then handed it over to Ginny who read it over and over.

(reminder of the letter)

I told you that you'd like a side hobby.

I hope you aren't sitting in your room alone thinking of all the reasons why we should stop this secret. If you are, stop. You know it felt good… amazing, if I'm not too bold. Why put a stop to a good thing?

I know you are also probably feeling a bit strange since we've been enemies for so long… but don't worry… we're still enemies. But you know what they say, "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer". That's all we're doing, Granger.

So stop worry about this having horrendous consequences. I won't tell anyone. No one will know what you did, unless you say something. You won't get pregnant, I have ways of preventing it. It's a Malfoy thing, so don't try to figure it out, Miss Know-It-All.

I also promise to study and all that nonsense before our tryst every weekday, because I know you're worried about me not staying focused and you getting in trouble. Have no fear.

Remember, this is a no strings attached deal. You can fuck whomever you want, if I get the same courtesy. I don't have feelings for you. If you ever start to think you're developing more than a little crush for me, please do me the honor of telling me so I can prevent it from progressing further. You may think I'm a cold-hearted ass for saying that, but in all honesty it would be saving you from hurt and pain. I don't love, Granger. I won't develop any feelings or emotions, other than spite, for you. So if you want to stay sane, keep your feelings bounded.

If you want out of this agreement, I suggest you tell me tomorrow during our meeting.

If not, we'll keep up our hobby with the limitations I addressed in the letter.

- D.M.

'Well, that was a very "Malfoy" letter.' Ginny assessed. 'I don't know why you think it was a one-time thing… he obviously enjoyed himself with you.' She added with a wink.

'Ginny, it's a horrible thing to do… I already feel shameful, I should keep doing it.'

'Do what feels good, Hermione, don't always do what's right. Life's short, live it to its highest potential.'

'I don't know…'

'Well, don't go to your tutoring session tonight already decided, okay?' Ginny asked, 'Just go with an open mind.'

'We'll see.'

'That's all I can ask for.' She said with a comforting smile, 'Now it's getting late, Miss Granger, and I think you have some dungeons to go travel to.'

'Hurrah for me.'

--

Hermione watched Draco as he, surprisingly, diligently wrote down answers to the Transfiguration questions she thought up.

What was more surprising is that he was getting most of them correct.

'You really paid attention today,' Hermione commented as he neared his last question.

'I chase any rainbow as long I know there is treasure at the end.' He said with a seductive smirk.

Hermione then looked away.

'What's wrong with you?' He asked.

'Nothing, just finish those up.'

'Anxious are we? Who wouldn't be?' He then began scratching away with his quill again.

'I assume you got my owl last night?' He asked without looking away from the scroll.

'Yes.' Hermione replied curtly.

Draco looked up at her.

'Did it offend you?'

'I don't know. Was it meant to?'

'Not really, I was just laying down my point of view.'

'I'm not so sure if I like it.' She snapped.

Draco put down his quill.

'Why didn't you reply back like I asked, if you didn't "like it", then, eh?'

'Well, it's not something I can just decide in one night!'

'You sounded like you made your decision when you moaned my name last night.' He retorted.

Hermione crossed her arms and looked away from him.

'I can't just give myself up to someone I don't even like, Malfoy. I'm not like you.'

'You already gave yourself up to me, my little mudblood, or did you forget?'

'I didn't forget, you prat.'

'Now, now, Granger, why all the hostility tonight?' He asked, turning to his predatory nature, 'Didn't we already discuss how you shouldn't feel regret for what happened?'

He then moved one leg over the bench they were sitting on and straddled it. He leaned up against her body and spoke softly.

'I know you enjoyed letting your inhibitions go, Granger, you can't tell me you didn't.'

Hermione didn't move, but she didn't lean back into him either.

Draco reached his arms around and grabbed her hands that were crossed at her chest.

'Now what do you say you grade this little quiz of mine, and then we celebrating me, no doubtingly, passing it? What say you to that?'

Hermione turned to protest, but instead she was kissed.

When Draco finally released her lips he stood up, bringing her with.

He turned her around so they were facing each other.

He looked directly into her shy eyes as he spoke.

'C'mon, Granger, I know your classes cause a lot of stress… let me help you release.'

'Malfoy—'

'Shhh,'

Draco took her face into his hands and kissed her again.

'Oh, Granger,' he groaned playfully after she pulled away slightly, 'have I really lost my touch? Am I really not seductive anymore?'

He then pulled away from her and ran to a mirror in the room. He began flexing and smiling at himself.

Hermione laughed softly.

'No, I still am,' he said assuring himself, 'you must just be attracted to the likes of MacMillian and such.'

Hermione laughed again.

'See? You're not always uptight.' He told her.

'Just because I'm trying to resist your seduction, doesn't mean I'm uptight.'

'Maybe I was wrong,' he said, 'I mean… you did give in last night.'

--

Draco kissed her long and hard after he released into her.

Hermione sighed as he rolled off of her and laid beside her on his bed.

'Your sheets are nicer than mine,' Hermione stated, 'and I'm Head Girl.'

'My sheets are Egyptian Cotton, yours are not.' He replied.

'And your blankets?'

'Goose down.'

'Of course.'

'Why? Did you enjoy rolling around in them?'

Hermione covered her red face with her hands.

'Oh, Granger,' he sighed as he leaned over and pulled her hands away, 'must you act so girly after each rendezvous?'

'It's not "girly", Malfoy, it's called shame.'

'Pish-posh, if you were really that ashamed about it you wouldn't keep doing it.'

Hermione didn't answer.

'So, my dear Mudblood, whom have you taken a liking to?'

'Excuse me?'

'Well, it's obviously not MacMillian, even though he likes you, so who is it?'

'No one, I broke up with someone just before school started.'

'Oh really? Pray tell…'

Hermione raised an eyebrow curiously.

'Why do interested, Malfoy?'

'Just pillow talk and all that, you know.'

'Well, he was much too clingy, if you must know.'

'Yes, I must. Like you, I am a very curious person.'

'Whom do you like then?'

'Like I would ever tell you, Granger.' He said huffily as he rolled over and sat up.

Hermione rolled her eyes and also sat up, bringing the sheet with her and wrapping it around her body.

'I'm going to get going then.' She told him.

'You do that.' Draco said as he stood up, in his naked glory, and walked to the other side of the room where he grabbed a black silk robe and put it on.

Hermione couldn't help but stare at his Adonis-like body, but quickly collected herself before he noticed.

'Where are my clothes?' She asked herself aloud.

'In the other room where we removed them,' he answered her.

'Oh yes…' She said nervously.

She didn't move from the bed, but stared at the door.

'Oh, for heaven's sake, Granger,' he groaned as he removed his robe and threw it at her, 'here, since you're so ashamed of your body.'

'I am not ashamed!' she said indignantly.

'Then why won't you walk a few feet away to put on your clothes?'

'I don't know,' she muttered as she put on his robe.

He strut over to her, naked, and leaned down in front of her.

'It's your blood, not your body, Granger, that is shameful.'

'Wow, thanks, what a compliment,' she said facetiously.

'It was.' He replied as she stood up.

He took a good look at her in his robe and then put a hand inside the cloth and grabbed her waist.

'You matured, Granger, and I must say I am impressed.'

His hand began to slide south against her hot skin.

She looked down, embarrassed, but her skin shivered at his touch.

'How long are we going to continue this, Malfoy?'

'Bloody Christ,' he snapped as he drew away from her, 'you really know how to crush a moment, don't you?'

'Well, is any of this really worth it?'

'Worth what, Granger? What are you sacrificing to be here?'

'My dignity, how about that?'

'Dignity, schmignity, you lost your dignity when you were born with dirty blood.'

'Why must you ALWAYS go back to that? I don't even know how you can STAND to touch me with all my "dirty" blood!'

'Well, how can you stand to touch me when you "loathe" me so?'

'Because you keep forcing me into it!'

'I do not force anything, Granger, and you know it.'

'You do to! You act all suave and seductive and –'

'You could always leave, but you never do.'

'I'm leaving now!' Hermione yelled.

She turned on her heel left the bedroom, marching to the living room door.

'Granger!'

'What?' She snapped.

'I don't think Filch would just let you waltz back to your room in my robe, do you?'

Hermione stopped and looked down.

She grabbed her clothes off the floor, chair, and table and marched into his bathroom slamming the door behind her.

'So testy…' Draco murmured.

She emerged a minute later looking disheveled.

She threw the robe at him and walked to the door angrily.

'Granger?'

'What?' She snapped a second time.

'That thing with the tongue? Beautiful.'

Hermione couldn't believe him. After their argument, he was still going on about the sex. He didn't care a thing about what she felt. But she should know better. He did write it out, literally, what she should expect from him.

'See you tomorrow,' he called as she slammed the door.

He then looked around the room.

'She'll be back… I have her shoes.'

No less than a minute passed with Hermione knocking softly.

Draco chuckled to himself and answered the door.

'Yes? Back for more?'

She rolled her eyes and pushed herself through. She began searching his room.

After a minute or two, Draco asked, 'Looking for these?' And held up her shoes, which were behind his back.

She proceeded to grab them, but Draco quickly grabbed her arm and pushed her against his door.

She gasped in surprise.

He leaned in and kissed her soundly, his tongue roamed her mouth, and she allowed it.

Hermione moaned softly in protest when he pulled away. Her eyes were still closed for a moment as well.

He kissed her forehead as he put the shoes in her arms.

'There, no more cold feet.'

'Malfoy?'

'Yes?'

'You did well today… on your quiz.' She said awkwardly.

He smirked.

'I know, apparently my tutor is the smartest student at my school, in academics at least. She's a little slow when it comes to living, however.'

She pushed him playfully. He caught her hand and pulled her towards him for another kiss.

'Has anyone ever told you that you're awfully sexy when you're angry?' He whispered.

'You're an idiot.' She replied with a smile.

'And you're a know-it-all, now away with you.'

'See you tomorrow then.' She said.

'I suppose you will.'

A/N: Another short one, sorry, but I'm just trying to get the whole "awkward Hermione" stage out of the way.