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A/N: I'm not gonna keep apologizing. This is gonna keep happening. So really why bother and keep lying to both you and myself in this matter. I have had no inspiration this last month. I've been piecing this chapter together little by little. However, I will not solely blame it on the lack of inspiration. I've been caught up in WoW(World of Warcraft for those of you who don't know). I know I'm a nerd. But oh well. So I've tried to make it up to you guys a bit in this chapter and I do hope you enjoy this. I've had inspiration renewed from a couple of steamy werewolf romance novels. ;) By the way, if you're looking for something good to read, read Nicky Charles. The first book in the series I read is called The Mating. And this is coming from me, who has lost faith in good supernatural books. Anyways, enjoy the chapter!

OH! And if you've noticed I have changed the name of the story! I feel like this one suits the storyline much better. Frankly I don't even remember why I picked the original title.

Alyssa: Hope you had fun at Orlando! Hope the universe of Harry Potter was everything you thought it would be!

Brandy: It makes me sad you're not coming to NRH2O with us. :(

Just when I thought I got you nicked. Wrong! No matter how hard I try to turn it off you keep going on and on. You're never ever gone.

Chris Cagle

-Draco-

Closing my eyes wasn't helping make my current headache go away. The headache was my own fault though, considering I repeatedly kept hitting it on the wall behind my bed. Yet I couldn't stop myself from doing it. The throbbing in my head was making the thought of Kendra go away, which is all I truly needed at this time. I couldn't get her out of my mind since we had our fight a week and a half ago. Everything seemed duller now and it was harder to focus on my assignment from the Dark Lord. All I could focus on now was the beautiful blonde smiling in my head.

Damn, damn, damn. With each curse word I pounded my head against the wall, hoping to drive her goofy smile out of my head. I was running out of time to come up with a plan to get the Death Eaters into Hogwarts. If I didn't produce results soon, there was not going to be a Malfoy heir. Maybe there were people in the common room to take my mind off of the girl I was drawn to. The universe seemed against me though as I entered the room and the first word I heard was the one I was trying to forget.

"Kendra, just write this paper for me real quick!"

"Oh shove off and do it yourself, you stupid twit!" The two yelling voices drew my attention and I slowly came back to the present world. I watched as Malcolm Baddock chased down Kendra. I wanted to punch him in the gut and tell him to quit harassing her, but as the current situation stood, Kendra and I weren't on speaking terms. Hell, she wouldn't even look at me.

"Please, Kendra! I'll pay you! You said it yourself at dinner you scored almost a perfect grade on the assignment!" Kendra stopped suddenly and her shoulders rose up and then back down as she breathed in deeply. In a swift motion she spun on her black flats to look at the third year student bugging her. A fierce look swam in her green eyes as she stared down at the boy.

"I did say that because it is true. However, I'm not going to write your paper for you, you lazy, slimy, little git. Go do it yourself or I will seriously hurt you." Baddock stood there for a moment, a brave, determined look on his face, but as Kendra growled and took a step forward he backed down and fled. "Little punk." She muttered, before glancing around the room, her eyes finally stopping on me. Automatically I stood up straighter and smirked at her as I shoved my hands in my trouser pockets, to give her that careless look I had so mastered. The response I got was a negative one, as she rolled her eyes, stuck her tongue out as if she was gagging, flipped her long wavy hair over her shoulder and left the room.

Perfect.

In my mind I sighed with frustration and glanced about the room to see if there was anyone worth keeping me company.

"Draco!" Oh, I knew that shrill voice. Again, the universe clearly seemed to be against me.

"Hey Pansy." I turned, plastering a fake smirk to my face. "What are you up to?"

"I was doing that paper for Snape and I was wondering if you could help me out? Or if you haven't finished that we could write them together." I glanced Pansy over and right away I knew she didn't have academics on her mind. The tights that girls wear during the day were off, giving the guys a better look at that creamy flesh. The top three buttons on her blouse were undone, showing a decent amount of cleavage off. Then there was her hair. In the six years I knew Pansy, not counting before we were even at Hogwarts, she only wore her hair in two styles. It was either completely down or it was half up and half down. This time, however, it was in two low pigtails, as if she was trying to feign an innocent school girl. No, Pansy didn't have academics in mind at all, but for the most part I just didn't give a damn. It's not like I was tied down anymore.

"I can absolutely help you out." A smirk spread across my lips and Pansy eagerly returned the look, before taking my hand and leading me towards the girl's dormitories. I just let her drag me along, watching her backside as we trailed into her room that she shared with some other girls.

Pansy honestly had a wonderful body. I could never complain about that during all of the times we had snogged and groped each other. It was her personality that was awful, and I couldn't help but grimace thinking about.

"Oh, I didn't realize the room was so busy tonight." Pansy giggled, as she saw Daphne, Kendra and Millicent sitting on one of the beds all gathered around a pile of candy. Kendra and my eyes locked for a second and I could see the anger flash in her eyes. Her mouth pulled into a taught line before she forced her head the other way.

Well good. At least she was getting jealous.

"Come on girls, let's take this somewhere else." Daphne awkwardly said, looking between Pansy and Kendra.

"We'll go to my room." Kendra said quietly, not looking at anyone. It wasn't a bashful quiet though. It was a quiet like the calm before a storm. She wasn't looking at either Pansy or I because she was afraid that she would snap if she did.

"Sounds like a plan." Millicent spoke up, quickly throwing the treats into a small bag and heading straight for the door, her head down the entire way. Daphne and Kendra followed her, also not looking at Pansy or I. I couldn't help but smirk at how uncomfortable we made them. Pansy apparently, was thinking the same thing.

"How cute. They were trying to act so comfortable around us, when it's obvious they weren't. Especially Kendra. Poor thing is just so jealous of me." A raging fire built up in my chest and I wanted to hit Pansy for her assumptions. Kendra had never been jealous of Pansy and in fact sometimes felt pity for Pansy. However, maybe now that was changing.

"Forget about them. There are other things to be focusing on." My statement redirected Pansy's giddy ego boost to the original matter of why we had come up here.

"Oh Draco, already cutting to the chase." Pansy backed me up across the room until the back of my knees hit her bed. With a small wicked grin and a push I was lying flat on my back, the weight of the bed shifting as Pansy climbed on top of me. Taking some control, I placed one of my hands firmly on her hip, using the other hand to pull her face down to mine. The kiss started out hot right away. There was no soft and sweet build into that deep fire that burned. Just as Pansy's lips moved quickly against my own, her hands moved feverishly across my body, trying to pry my shirt from where it was tucked into my slacks. The feeling of her fingers brushing against my skin made my stomach jolt and my eyes rolled a little bit. Pansy moved from my lips to my chin, working her lips across my jaw.

"Mmm, Kendra." I breathed, my eyes fluttering shut. All movement stopped around me, and the weight on my groin and lower stomach was lifted. I opened my eyes, frowning at the lost attention. When I saw Pansy standing by the side of the bed, glaring down at me I was confused. Why had she stopped?

"What the fuck did you just call me?" Oh. Shit. That's why. I called her Kendra. I moaned Kendra's name out. "You bastard." Pansy's voice held a deep anger with a tint of hurt. "You'll regret that." Without warning hands started hitting everywhere on my body. "Get out! Get the hell out!"

"Ow! Shit! Pansy, knock it off!" I scurried off the bed, trying to evade the blows reigning down on me.

"Oh, so now you know my name! Well fuck you Malfoy!" More slaps hit my back as I retreated towards the door, along with a couple of school books and what seemed to be make-up.

"What is going on in here?" I turned to see the voice belonged to Daphne, as the three girls we kicked out of the room earlier were all standing in the door, wide-eyed and confused at all the yelling. A slap hit me across the cheek before I saw it even coming at me. The flesh stung, and I tried to move further away, cursing myself for taking me eyes off of Pansy.

"This is your fault, you bitch!" Pansy's wrath switched from me to Kendra, who was frowning in the doorway. She had no idea what was going on, or what had turned Pansy suddenly against her.

"Why?" Kendra's response was slow, cautious of the angry brunette fuming in front of her. Kendra's eyes flicked from Pansy to me, trying to figure out what happened by looking at my appearance. Instead of Pansy using a verbal response to Kendra's question she decided a physical course of action would benefit her more. The sound of the slap seemed to ring in the air and Kendra kept her head turned to the side where it ended with the force of the slap. I froze, my breath caught in my throat, eyeing Kendra.

Her shoulders rose and fell too evenly and she turned her head back very slowly. The wavy hair fell away from her face and I winced when I saw her face. Not only was there a red imprint from where Pansy's hand fell, but there were also two red lines across her cheek. Apparently Pansy also used her long, manicured nails. Seeing the damage Pansy smirked, pleased with the damage.

Kendra's green eyes burned with anger and Pansy's smirk turned into a frown. The blonde lunged forward before anyone knew what was happening, landing a punch on Pansy's chest since she moved a step back to guard her face. I raced towards the girls, throwing my arms around Kendra's waist, trying to pull her back. Obviously not pleased with being held, she kicked her feet up in the air, throwing me slightly off balance. I heard a thud and a cry of pain and Kendra stopped the struggle, throwing me off balance again. This time I fell backwards before I could regain my footing. Kendra fell on top of me, rolling to the side a little bit. Quickly I sat back up, frantically looking around the room for what happened. Pansy was on the floor, covering her face and Kendra was beaming, so obviously another shot had been landed.

"What happened?" I asked, looking at the two shocked girls standing by the door still.

"Kendra kicked Pansy in the face!" Daphne stared at the brunette clutching her face on the floor. Finally Millicent moved forward to help her out, trying to get her onto her feet.

"Stupid wench." Kendra growled beside me. I turned my head towards her and she still had that triumphant smile plastered on her face. Sensing me looking at her, she turned her head and I winced again as I saw the cuts in her face. For a moment we locked eyes and something stirred below the pride illuminating her emerald eyes. I could feel a longing stir in my stomach and for a moment it removed the shock. However the sound of more voices broke our moment.

"What is going on here?" Kendra's face paled and her shoulder sunk down a bit.

"Shit." She muttered, trying to sink herself down lower so Snape wouldn't see her.

"Miss Marx and Miss Parkinson, since you two seem to be the one with battle wounds, why don't you step forward." Sighing, Kendra got to her feet and slowly walked towards the teacher she always seemed to be in trouble with. "Follow me, both of you."

As Snape walked out, Pansy leaned closer to Kendra and muttered, "Bitch." Not a girl to take an insult, Kendra reached over and landed a hit on Pansy's jaw, making the girl cry out. Snape turned around and glared at Kendra, knowing she was causing more trouble, but not sure what.

"Miss Marx, if you lay a finger on Miss Parkinson again I will personally see to it that you never come back to Hogwarts. Now, Mr. Malfoy. If you could help me in escorting these two ladies to the headmaster's office, and see to it that they do not lay another hand on each other and wind themselves deeper in trouble." I crawled to my feet and caught up to the three, staying in the middle of Kendra and Pansy. Kendra was glaring straight ahead, while Pansy was wincing and lightly touching her nose and her jaw.

"Professor Snape, I think Pansy's nose is broken." I tenderly said, not quite sure if the assessment was true, but her nose didn't look too good in shape either. Snape sighed heavily and turned on his heel, taking in the appearance of Pansy's face.

"I believe you are right Mr. Malfoy. I guess we'll be making a stop to Madam Pomfrey. I will summon the headmaster from there. Oh, and I would stay put because you'll be talking to the headmaster as well. I think we'll both be wondering why exactly you were in the girl's dormitories in the first place." A taught line that almost seemed to be a smile pulled across his face.

Damn. Even though I was with Pansy I couldn't help but think of Kendra. How I managed to get the two confused is beyond me considering they're nothing alike. Pansy's rough, with a dominating attitude. That's fine, it really is. Kendra though, damn. She's sweet and yet passionate all in the same kiss. Her movements are tender but sure. She wasn't completely gone from my memory yet. Chances were she'd never be truly gone from my memory. In reality though, well I wasn't sure exactly how far she was gone.

-Kendra-

It'd been a long night. My stomach rumbled and I pouted, sinking down further in my bed. It was two hours after the little episode had started with Pansy. The questioning and details on our punishment went right on through dinner and I whimpered at the thought. Without food I was a mess and as bad as that was to say, it was very true. I sighed as another rumble cut through the quiet bedroom.

Damn Pansy. I sneered in my head, thinking of the thick-headed bitch, while lightly touching my cheek. As part of our punishment, Dumbledore sternly commanded that we were not to be healed with magic. Both of us girls protested at this, especially Pansy. Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and simply stated, if others could get along without healing broken noses and scrapes with magic then so could we. It wasn't so much it hurt, well maybe not for me; it was more based on the pride. I didn't want to walk around with a wound that little wench had given me!

I still didn't have a clue why I had this wound and it wasn't likely that Pansy was going to tell me anytime soon. My best chance at figuring the reason for the deep scratches marring my cheek would be to find Draco tomorrow and talk to him. Part of me didn't even want to be on a talking basis still, but I told that part to shut up and suck it up. Today while on the floor, as Draco and I looked at each other I noticed a twinge in my stomach. A longing to be held by him again and to hear his voice right next to my ear took over my thinking and I didn't want to fight it. Part of my soul whimpered at the thought of never being that close to Draco again. Which led me to believe my soul knew something my brain didn't already. I sighed and turned on my side, hoping to find sleep if I moved positions. However, sleep was not what found me. A small gasp slid from my lips as my entire body tightened as if suddenly constrained. Breathing became difficult and each puff of air came out in shallow little gasps. Everything around me became fuzzy and a white noise blocked everything else out as I headed into the future.

The room was dimly lit, only two red candles maintaining any light. Soft sobs pierced the quiet room and a gentle hushing sound followed the cries. I looked around and as I hiccupped, I realized the one sobbing was myself. The hushing sound came from above me and as I looked up lips softly grazed mine. A soft kiss soothed my crying and I couldn't help but return for more. The safe presence of the lips felt so right, even if the timing seemed all wrong.

"Kendra, are you okay?"

"Yes, please don't stop." The demand came out as a slight whimper and my insides cringed upon hearing it. It sounded so weak, so broken, and so scared.

"Are you sure?"Lips hesitated and when I nodded they plunged forward and collided with my own. I shifted my body so my back was on the plush mattress. Opening my eyes, despite the stinging sensation from crying, I tried to look at the owner of the lips, the person who was comforting me in so many ways. However, the poor lighting shrouded his face in shadows and I could only see the collarbone poking from beneath a shirt. Not really caring who was above me at the moment I pulled the shirt of his head and marveled at the skin in front of my face. With tender movements I ran my hands over his chest, moving from pecks to abdomen slowly, trying to memorize everything dip and curve that the male had to offer. My touches seemed to be appreciated because the mysterious man groaned in approval. Feeling braver now I strained my head up to kiss and lick the glowing skin. Slowly I darted my tongue out and flicked the man's nipple, gauging the reaction. He hissed and gripped my arms, pulling me up enough so he could wiggle my shirt off.

"Oh Merlin, you're beautiful." A heated kiss took any response away from me and I couldn't help but respond. Tingles shot through all the nerve endings in my body and something low in my stomach started to stir. Pulling away from each other, the man began to work on taking his pants off and I tried to scurry out of my own, standing by the edge of the bed, staring at the naked man before me.

A different tingling started in my stomach and I looked away from the bed, my cheeks turning red. I had never seen the opposite sex in all its full glory before.

"Kendra, come here." The voice was soft and the small amount of light illuminated a hand that was outstretched. I grasped the hand and was pulled back onto the bed, my body hitting the mattress, bouncing softly before settling below the man above me. I smiled up at him, even though I had no idea if he was smiling back since his face was still hidden from my view. Not that the smile mattered as a finger probed my nether regions. A small gasp was torn from my lips as I quivered and tensed at the new sensation. The finger slipped inside and I winced and stilled any movement.

"Kendra, are you okay?" I nodded slowly, the tension easing away. A deep rumble that turned into a chuckle slashed through the silence and I couldn't figure out why, but didn't have time because another finger slid into me. At first the fit was tight but after a minute the tight sensation slowly leaving. After another moment the male's fingers started moving back and forth, opening me up and making me wet. The sensations the fingers were causing left me twisting and slightly writhing. Oh, this was amazing.

The world fell apart and suddenly there was nothing.

"Holy shit." I gasped, rolling onto my stomach. Frantically I searched around the room, paranoid that a man was going to be there. The room came up empty though and I moved to a more comfortable position. Never had I had a vision like that before and this one worried me above all of the rest. Granted, it wasn't dangerous like the others but the shrouded mystery to it left me puzzled and wanting more. With a frustrated growl I jumped out of bed and starting pacing the room. I didn't want to be alone with myself. I didn't want to slip into another vision, not that I could control that whether I was alone or in a crowd. Soon I found myself standing in the middle of the room, panting and a light layer of sweat starting to cover my body. Even more frustrated than when I began the pacing I began to strip my clothes off, hoping to cool my body down some. Feeling slightly better I laid down in bed, not bothering with the cover just yet.

Damn, I wish Draco was here.

The thought seemed to spring forth in my mind without me even truly realizing it. A tired sigh escaped my lips as I settled my head on my fluffy pillow. Thinking of Draco brought a smile to my face, even if a part of me was too prideful and silly to admit it. Pushing his picture back into the recesses of my mind, the hurt ego slammed that part of my brain shut, making sure the fiend was gone.

Drifting to sleep, I found my mind floating back to Draco, no matter what the pride in my heart kept screaming. I kind of knew he wouldn't stay gone for long.

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