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Hermione was scared; she was lost in her conflicting haunting thoughts of Draco Malfoy. Her mind couldn't justify wanting him, or maybe she just wouldn't let it. The thoughts she was now entertaining in her head could never be realized. Her friends would think she'd gone mad and send her straight to St. Mungo's for a psych evaluation if they knew she was having any type of positive feelings towards him. She had skipped dinner in order to avoid him; she wasn't prepared on how to act around him. She didn't trust herself to be around him, she wasn't sure she ever would but she had to get some sort of grip on the situation at hand. She had to go over things as rationally and as calmly as she could. He had kissed her, a lot. She had enjoyed him kissing her. He had touched her, said things to her. She liked him touching her, saying things to her. He made her feel good; made her feel things she had never felt before. She was scared of that, because it was him. She had a childhood crush on this boy as much as she hated to admit it now, but she knew she had to be brutally honest with herself. Could they have something, anything together? Certainly not she thought to herself. He's a Malfoy, pureblood, son of a known death eater, a death eater that attacked not only her but her friends a year ago. But was he exactly like his father? Was Draco truly his father's son? Or could he be different was he really as horrible as he acts? She didn't know, but she had to find out.

Maybe she should be more sympathetic to his situation than she has previously allowed herself to be. She didn't really know that much about him, she didn't know how he came to be the way he was. Is it possible he is as much a victim in this as she was? She thought back to her feelings of him first year, no pre-conceived notions of who they both had to grow up to be, just them. But they weren't kids anymore, and they were pulled apart in every way imaginable. They would fight on different sides of a war, with his side wanting to wipe out everyone who was like her. But then why would he kiss me? Why would he do that, wouldn't that put him in trouble if anyone found out… maybe he didn't care, maybe she didn't care. Maybe he's changed, is that such a crazy thought? Probably, she answered to herself. Perhaps I could just try and be open minded and see how he behaves. Maybe he'll kiss me again… maybe I should be emitted to St. Mungos.

She was driving herself mad. She had never had to think so much about one thing in her entire life. It frustrated her to no end she didn't know what to do, and that frightened her. She wanted to at least try and get to know him, but she didn't know if she could, or if he would allow her to. It was getting late, and she knew she would never be able to sleep if she didn't relax. She just couldn't get him off of her mind.

Draco was laid up in his bed completely unable to reach sleep, he was thinking about Blaise's advice to him. Could he let down his guards he's had up since he was around 12 years old, maybe even before then. She scared him. He knew it was odd for him to be scared of a girl; he had always done quite well with women. She was different; she made him feel things, in a way she was awakening a heart long afraid to feel. He was always good at compartmentalizing his feelings and hiding them away, never to be shown, never to be felt. It was the only way he knew how to survive his life as the obedient son. Never disappoint his father; it would be like signing his own death certificate. But did he really have anything to lose?

His inevitable life was hurling towards him, he was powerless to stop it. He had received his mission. He knew what he had to do in order for him and his mother to survive. He didn't want to, he had to. So then why couldn't he take control of his life for this short period of time while he still could? He would be himself for these last few months before his life was once again and for ever more not his own to live. He rolled up the left sleeve of his black shirt and spit upon his left forearm. He ripped himself out from underneath the covers of his bed and went rummaging deep within his trunk. He pulled out something and wrapped it into brown paper tying it with green and silver string. He set it aside and began writing on some parchment. Attaching it to the package he went to grab his owl, and quickly sent him out of the window.

Hermione had finally given into exhaustion and was lying deep asleep in her bed. Still she was consumed by a certain handsome blonde.

She was in a strange bed, which felt like the most comfortable thing she had ever laid her head upon. Her hands where tangled in stands of platinum blonde as she felt his warm lips upon her neck. He was sucking and biting lightly driving her mad as she let out a soft moan she felt his trademark smirk against her sensitive skin. "Draco-" she moaned out.

"Told you I could make you moan my name." he whispered huskily as he crashed his lips upon hers fiercely, yet tenderly. He tasted like spearmint, just the right amount. That was the thing about him he had a perfect balance in everything he did to her body. He gripped her hips as she was squirming beneath him. "Those hips drive me wild you know." He whispered intermittently as he was kissing her, running his tongue along her bottom lip asking for permission to taste her further. She happily parted her lips to give him entrance. His kisses made her melt, everything he did turned her to mush, putty under his touch. He let his right hand travel down to her thigh to grip underneath it and hoisted it up so he could grind his hard desire against her warmth. He watched in delight as her breath hitched in her throat. She was surprised at how large he was, she wanted him badly, a part of her always had. As quickly as he gave the pleasure of feeling him between her thighs he took it away, releasing her thigh from his tight grasp and rolling slightly onto his side as he continued to kiss her. He replaced his member with his skilled hand and began to feel her through the fabric of her shorts. "No man has ever touched like this have they?" he asked quietly already knowing her answer as she nodded her head quickly side to side. "For the better you deserve the best, you're so wet for me." He traced his hand lightly over her clit and this caused her to moan out his name again. He slowed his pace with the same pressure. "Tell me what you want love." He whispered sexily as he kissed and nibble on her earlobe. He watched as her cheeks flushed. "Hmm? Tell me." He cooed in her ear. He took his hand away and ran it up to her full breast and cupped it into his hand. "You." She whispered to him. He once again positioned himself on top of her kissing her hard. He broke the kiss and tucked a loose curl behind her ear. "Oh you'll have me, and I'll have you."

TBC