Hermione Granger was walking alone down a dimly lit corridor when she was grabbed by the arm and yanked forcefully through a trick tapestry. She'd seen it once on the Marauder's Map, but never had reason to be inside the hidden alcove. Now she was being kidnapped inside it!
She struck out hard at her assailant, scrambling with one hand for her wand. Whoever it was, they were fast and strong. One graceful-fingered hand wrapped around her wrists and slammed them to the wall above her head, ramming her between their body and the stone behind them. the other hand plucked her wand from her grasp before she'd managed to get off more than a wordless Disarming spell. She heard them curse as they dropped her wand to the floor and locked her arms above her with both hands now.
Her eyes were still adjusting to the sudden darkness and the person, definitely male, was standing too close to see their face. Finally she found her voice;
"Let me go you bloody arsehole!"
A soft, sensual chuckle stopped her struggles dead.
"Well, well, well. The little lioness does have a mouth on her" he murmured into her ear. Angrily now, she thrashed and managed to push him off her a bit.
"Malfoy you wanker! What are you doing?"
Her now identified kidnapper chuckled again, looking down at her furious expression with amusement and...
She drew in a sharp breath. She wasn't nieve enough not to mistake the glint of lust in Draco Malfoy's eyes as he beheld her, trapped against the wall.
"I think you and I are overdue for a little discussion, Granger" he murmured quietly. Hermione swallowed hard and yanked on her wrists, hoping to take him off guard. It was no good; all she succeeded in doing was scraping her skin on the roughly hewn stone.
"Get bent" she gritted.
He laughed outright, the sound like a shot of fire right to her gut. It was hot and smooth and made her knees wobble. She locked them stubbornly and glared with all her might. For a long moment, he didn't say anything and she continued to fix him with a death stare. One side of his lips jerked.
"You're attracted to me"
The blunt, pointed statement took her off guard and she jerked in surprise.
"Go to hell! I hate your filthy, miserable, ferrety guts" she snarled, before sucking in a quick breath and controlling her raging temper. Why did boys this year have such an effect on her? First Ron, now bloody Malfoy. He seemed about to say something when she cut him off;
"There's obviously been a serious misunderstanding. I hate you, you hate me. It's a very simple concept but I can draw you a diagram if you'd really like" she ended snarkily.
"No misunderstanding, Granger. You're entirely right. We hate each other. Lions and snakes, the Potty club versus Diggory-"
"The good and the evil..." she listed in the same nonchalant tone of voice. He smirked and continued.
"Point is that, despite our inconsolable differences, you are attracted, to me"
She snorted derisively.
"In your dreams"
Quickly, before she could stop him, he'd bent his head to her neck and began to slowly drag his hot lips up the side of her neck. Fire coursed through her, igniting from every point his caress ventured and shooting down her spine. She gasped, shivering as his next words rumbled deliciously through her skin.
"You have no idea how right you are, Know-It-All"
For a heartbeat, she froze, his words echoing on and on in a melodic hum through her mind. Then she came back to her senses with a shock and bucked against him, trying to push him away.
"Get off me!"
He growled, shaken just a step back, and then grinned predatorily.
"You like it"
Hermione's lips twisted in a silent snarl and his eyes caught the light from the corridor outside, lighting a gleam in them that made her muscles tense and her skin ignite at the same time.
"What, no witty comeback? You haven't finally accept-"
"I wasn't going to dignify that rubbish with a response!" she growled, her brown eyes deadly as she struggled against him. Draco moistened his lips, eyes closed, apparently not listening to a word she was saying. A soft moan rumbled deep in his chest, freezing her.
"Salazar Almighty, if I were deaf you really would be the most beautiful damn thing to every walk these halls" he told her softly.
"Flattery will get you nowhere"
He opened his eyes.
"Au contraire, mademoiselle. Flattery will get you everywhere"
This time she snarled wordlessly.
"When I get my wand back..." she threatened, trying to break his hold again. Draco leaned up and trailed kissed down the inside of her arm, the caress warm and seductive against the sensitive skin that had a citrus tang to it.
"When you get your wand back, Granger, I'll be long gone. I'm just...-" his eyes dipped to take in her heaving chest, the strawberry blemishes he'd left on her neck and her utterly livid face, two red spots high on her cheeks.
"-Satisfying a craving" he ended softly.
"What?"
He chortled contemptuously and shook his head in a oh-you-silly-innocent-you sort of way.
"Really, Granger, as if you haven't felt it. Salazar only knows I have"
"I don't know what you're talking about" her words escaped breathlessly and desperately from her mouth. He wasn't smiling now; his face was serious and its flawless contours took her breath away.
"The thrill. That you get when I come too close. That pounding in your blood. As though your skin's too tight for you. The way you notice when I walk in. That allure of danger. Forbidden fruit, love...just begging to be plucked"
"I'll kill you!" the last resort, the final desperate stand against the blazing fire in her gut. The way his smell of expensive cologne invaded her mind, these three crude words moulded hastily into a weapon, a useless barricade, all she could scrounge in the defence attempt. He was drawing closer, enjoying every delicious moment that brought him closer to his goal; her pink, soft lips.
"By the Founders I hope so" he gasped hoarsely and slammed her lips to his.
