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Night 11

I sit down on the cold floor. I sigh. Ron did not leave me alone at all today. "Why did you kiss me last night?" "Why are you ignoring me?" "Was I good?" I roll my eyes. He can be so annoying.

Malfoy comes up to me, grinning. I look up at him, my eyebrows raising. "Why are you all 'smiley' tonight?" I ask.

He shrugs. "I guess I'm happy that I'm finally going to go through with my plan." he says.

"Well I'm happy for you." I say, gloomily.

Malfoy sits next to me. "What's got your knickers in a bunch, Granger?" he asks.

"Ron."

He groans. "Will you give up with that wanker!" he asks, hopelessly.

"I will when you give up on Parkinson." I say. He glares at me. "And besides, it's not about that in particular."

"Wanna fill me in on this?"

"Do I really have a choice?"

"No. You know I'll find a way to get it out of you."

I shrug. He's got a point. He'll pin me on the floor or against a wall. I shake out of my thoughts before it becomes "X-Rated." I've become such a little pervert since I've started talking to Malfoy. "Well, last night, I kissed Ron and I'm not so sure if that was such a good idea." I explain.

Malfoy yells out in disgust. "Ew, Granger! Please tell me it was after ours in the classroom. Cause if I sucked in Weasel spit-"

"Your fine. It was after."

He lets out a stressful sigh. "Don't scare me like that." he growls.

"Doesn't it bother you that you sucked in a half-blood's saliva? I mean, I could 'make you impure' or something along them lines." I mock.

He smirks. He leans down to my ear and whispers, "Let's just say, you're a bit hotter than other Mudbloods."

I feel my body become turned on and I blush at that fact. Chills are covering my body. I hate being so inexperienced. "ANYWAY back to Ron…" I say, loudly, trying to ignore the fact that I want Malfoy to kiss the living hell out of me.

"So, is Weasel a better kisser than me? Or is your opinion biased?" Malfoy asks.

I stay quiet. He really doesn't want me to answer that one. He'll laugh at me and I'll get my feelings hurt. I think I've grown attached to the git.

"Come on, Granger. I want to know if I should work on my skills or not."

I bite my lower lip and mumble, "Your better."

"What was that? I missed that. Speak up."

"You heard me. Don't be such a wanker."

He smirks. "No, I think you need to stop mumbling and speak louder." he says.

"Your better than Ron." I say a bit louder than last time.

"What was that? You need me to kiss you again because you don't remember, is that what you said?"

I'm glaring at him. "I think you want to kiss me again." I say, a matter-a-factly.

Then what he does surprises me. Malfoy pins me onto the floor. He straddles me. "Is that a problem, Granger?" he asks, lustily and looking me straight in the eyes.

My jaw is open and I can not speak. Did…Did Malfoy, Draco "future Death Eater" Malfoy, ask if he could kiss me! "I-I dunno." is all I can manage to say. My stomach is in knots and my heart is beating really fast. I'm sure I'm flushed. He bends his face down so that his lips are less than half a centimeter away from mine.

Right when I think Malfoy's going to kiss me, he begins to laugh. Hard. "Oh Merlin, that face is classic!" he says, rolling off of me. I sit up, my face burning. Oh my. I've never been this embarrassed in my life. As that fucking wanker laughs at me, I huff and pull my knees up to my chest. He wipes the tears from his eyes and I fight back mine. "I'm sorry, Granger. I had to do it."

"Sod off, you fucking prat." I growl.

He looks at me, very confused. "Are you actually mad at me!" he asks.

"Why do you care!" I snap. "You must get off to embarrassing people."

He eyes me. Then he smirks very evilly. "You wanted me to kiss you, didn't you?" he asks.

My stomach knots again and I feel tense again. "No way. Your grotesque." I lie. If I could just look him in the eye and say that…

He scoots in so close to me that where almost touching. "Your frisky, aren't you?" he asks, his voice low and quiet.

Just his words cause me to become aroused all over again. I have to close my eyes to fight back the urge to moan. "I'm…fine." I try to say unfazed, but it comes out very breathily. I squirm and I can feel how damp my knickers are.

"You don't sound very 'fine,' Hermione." he says, his voice husky and when he says my name, it's very airy. I do gasp at this. I love the way my name sounds coming from his mouth. Especially like that!

His fingers reach up and begin to lightly touch my neck. My eyes roll back into my head and I let out a little whimper. My skin feels in flames wherever his fingers touch. I'm going to explode or something! I need more. I wonder what his lips would feel like on my neck. I hope I find out soon.

"S-Stop." I say, not looking at him. If I know Malfoy, he won' t stop if you ask. And trust me, I do not want him stopping any time soon.

"Am I making you unconvertible?"

"Kinda."

He snickers and scoots back. "Damn, I got you twice in one night! You make it too easy, Granger." he says.

I glare at him. "Ugh! Your such a fucking arsehole!" I bark, angrily. I stand up. "Don't meet up with me tomorrow."

He looks up at me. "Why?"

"I have to do prefect duties with Ron. Wait, do come around. I know he'll get you at least two weeks detention if your out." I growl.

He groans. "Pull the tampon out of your vagina." he grumbles. "I was just fucking with you."

"Sod off, Malfoy. I'll see you on Friday."

I stomp off down the hallway, angry and depressed as hell. I'm so getting him back for this.