Hermione stared at Ginny in disbelief, "Explain what?"
Ginny nudged her with her elbow, "About the incident this morning."
Groaning, Hermione asked, "Can we just forget about that?"
"Too late.", Ginny said gleefully, "The whole school already knows."
Hermione glared at the exuberant red head. Ginny had always had an affinity for gossip and a rumor like this just begged for details.
Staring nervously at the crowded Hall, Hermione suggested, "Let's go somewhere else."
Ginny nodded her consent, and the pair gathered their bags. Heading for the doors, Hermione saw an all too familiar group of Slytherins enter the Hall. Headed by Malfoy.
"Quick, sit back down.", Hermione whispered furiously to Ginny.
They turned back, only to see that their seats had been reoccupied.
"Err, maybe he won't notice you?", Ginny proposed.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at the blonde Slytherin, who had deliberately stationed himself at the doors with a smug look on his face. He stared at her, daring her to come closer. The rest of the student body seemed to sense the tension, and soon a hush fell over the Hall. All eyes darted back and forth between Hermione and Malfoy.
Hoping that she would be able to avoid the attention, Hermione hastened to the doors for a quick escape, Ginny in her wake. She was almost out the doors, when she felt a cool hand grip her wrist. Turning to the side she faced the owner of the hand.
"Malfoy.", she said, more coolly than she felt.
"I thought we were on a first name basis.", he said softly. He gazed at her with a scrutinizing intensity, examining her.
Hermione gulped, "You were wrong."
Malfoy suddenly pulled her in closer, until she was pressed against his chest. He leaned in, and nuzzled her neck, pressing his hand against her lower back.
Gasping, Hermione tried to pull away, but her attempts were futile.
Chuckling, he gently tugged on her ear lobe with his teeth and suddenly emitted a deep growl.
"Hermione, if it weren't for our audience, have no doubt that we would be rolling on the floor making love." He drawled. Smirking he added, "I told you, you should've stayed away from me."
"I did nothing to instigate this!", Hermione protested, still blushing from his words and actions.
He laughed, rather loudly, "Oh, but you did."
Pulling away from her, he sauntered over to the Slytherin table, leaving an angry Hermione to storm out of the Great Hall.
"That was hot." Ginny gushed.
Hermione curled up on the bed and rolled her eyes. After many questions and proddings from her fellow Gryffindors, Hermione had retreated to her bed, hoping to wake up the next morning and finding out that there was no such person as Draco Malfoy. He had all been a nightmare, a rather sexy nightmare albeit, but a nightmare nonetheless.
No such luck.
"It was not hot!", she protested, although personally she agreed with Ginny's assessment.
The redhead grinned cheekily at her, "Whatever you say."
A/N: So what do you think? Was it hot? ;)
