WARNING: this chapter contains wanking, and sexual content. It is rated M for a reason! You have been warned! But to my adoring fans, enjoy!

Chapter .8

The only thing that was worse then being on a plane with your worse enemy was being on a plane with him and sitting next to him. Which was exactly the thing that happened to Hermionie.

'OK, Hermionie. In through the nose, out through the mouth. In through the nose, out through the mouth.' Hermionie had to keep telling herself. Draco shot a glance her way. He could tell she was pissed off. And their was nothing like a pissed off mud-blood that made his day. He got an idea. Draco poked her in the side.

"What do you want?" asked Hermionie through gritted teeth.

"What?" he asked, pretending to be confused. He secretly smirked to himself.

"Well, you poked me in the side. So I asked you what you wanted."

"I didn't poke you."

"Yes you did."

"No I didn't."

"YES you did"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"YES"

"NO" There vicious shouting brought out the flight attendant.

"I am sorry, but we must ask you to keep your voices down." She said calmly.

"Isn't there some way you can move me away from him. Please?" begged Hermionie. She had to get away from him. If she stayed there any longer, she was sure that she was going to put a hex on him, blowing their whole cover.

"I am sorry Miss, but we are all full." Said the kind flight attendant in her nicest voice. Hermionie growled and locked her jaw to keep from muttering a curse. Draco, on the other hand, was collapsing in silent laughter. He got himself under control, before poking her again.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" screamed Hermionie. This time, everyone on the plane turned to look at her. The flight attendant came bustling out again.

"Miss, we are going to have to ask you to please settle down."

"I am trying, but he keeps poking me." Said Hermionie, pointing to Draco. It was then that she realized how immature that sounded. She took a deep breath.

"I am sorry. I will try to stop yelling at this overgrown, infuriating, asinine, frustrating, pig-ape combination of a man." She said, sweetly. She glanced at Draco who was still beat red from trying to contain his laughter. And all of a sudden she knew what he was doing. He was trying to piss her off. Well, two can play at that game. At the moment, she was wearing a jean jacket over a tight black tube-top that just happens to show a generous amount of her cleavage.

"Is it getting hot in here?" she asked in her most lust-filled voice. She unzipped her jean coat, and took it off. Draco turned his heat to tell her not to talk to him, when he just so happened to get a good look at her chest. He felt himself get hard. He tried to cover it by pulling his baggy pants down, but Hermionie had seen it. She secretly laughed to herself. She closed her eyes slowly and stretched, making sure that her chest was puffed up more. Draco shifted uncomfortably. This was going to be a long ride. Hermionie opened her eyes, and saw the panic on his face. She had to keep herself from laughing. She leaned over in her seat to get her ipod, her tube-top sliding down a little as she did, making Draco groan. She sat up, ipod in hand and looked over at Draco, with a fake surprised look on her face.

"What's wrong Draco? You look awful. Do you have motion sickness, or something?" she asked sweetly.

"I am… fine. Just… fine." He said in short breaths. He was having a hard time getting each breath. Hermionie shrugged her slim shoulders, and put her ipod headphones in her ears. She really didn't want to listen to anything right now because she wanted to listen out for his evident moan, but she had to make him suffer. She turned it to her favorite song and pressed play. When the music started to play, she moved her body to the music in a most provocative manner, rolling her back and popping her hips as much as she could sitting down. Draco watched her gentle waving body with lust-filled eyes. He was now rock hard and oozing pre-cum. He had to get out of there. Unbuckling his seat belt, Draco stood swiftly and went into the boy's bathroom and locked the door, failing to notice Hermionie doubled over in laughter.

Draco breathed hard as he pulled at his belt. He yanked down his pants and his boxers, releasing all 12 inches of him. Dragging a breath through gritted teeth, he took hold of his cock, and began to release the pressure that Hermionie had caused. As he rubbed and wanked harder and faster, he found it increasingly harder to hold back moans. So he placed a silencing charm on the door. He moaned louder and louder as he pounded at his manhood. And just when he thought he was going to explode, he came with a loud yell in the toilet. Still shudering, Draco fell to the floor. How? How is it that Hermionie Granger, the girl that he has hated for his whole life, be able to make him, him, bet a boner? She was the most annoying, smart, know-it-all that had ever lived! But the way she moved, and the perfectness of her body was just too much. He had to admit, she was hot. But there was no way in hell that she was ever going to find this out. Muttering a cleaning spell on himself, Draco pulled up his pants, and left the bathroom, to find a very smug Hermionie with her jean jacket back on.