A/N: So … this is where it gets interesting. Draco starts to give in. Hermione is still making excuses, telling herself she isn't attracted to him …but we know she's deluding herself ;)

His strong fingers curled around her arms, drawing her closer to him, deeper onto him.

Hermione moaned blissfully. His body was strong, firm, hard beneath her. He was sweating a little; her damp thighs slipped sensuously against his skin as she moved faster, increasing the rhythm of their ecstasy—

She woke with a startled exclamation. "Holy shit!"

"What?" Draco was staring at her, alarmed. Coke dripped off the table; he'd spilled it when she cried out.

"N-nothing."

"Ok …" He gave her an odd look and went to clean up the spilled drink.

Hermione hugged the blankets to her chest and tried to slow her racing heart. She'd never had such a realistic dream.

Well. I wouldn't know how realistic it was … but still. It has been so vivid … she had seen his face – Malfoy's – and felt—

No. God. She couldn't think about it. It meant nothing anyway. One of the few things Professor Trelawny had managed to teach her was that dreams often had hidden meanings. Just because she had dreamt about … that … didn't mean she actually wanted to … God Hermione. Get a grip.

She pulled the sheet around her body and quickly ran to the bathroom. She could feel Malfoy's eyes on her back. It made her feel uncomfortable. A hot feeling settled in the pit of her stomach, making her skin tingle.

As quickly as possible, she shed the sheets and hopped in the shower, hoping the hot water would wash away unwanted thoughts.

It didn't. Her skin continued to tingle. The hot feeling spread through her body, settling between her legs. Her breathing was ragged.

Shit. She was turned on.

Not that it mattered … she couldn't remember clearly whose face it had been. Perhaps she had only though it was Draco's because his was the first she had seen when she woke up. It could easily have been Ron. Or just a random person conjured up by her sleeping brain. Draco—Malfoy, she corrected herself—might have nothing to do with it.

Her hand crept between her legs. She was wet. An involuntary moan slipped form her lips as her fingers brushed her sweetest spot. She was so turned on she didn't really care if Malfoy heard her or not. She let her back rest against the shower wall and spread her legs, feeling the hot water gush over her skin. Her fingers delved into the hotness of the inside of her body and slid out again, massaging her clit. She moaned. Ah fuck. It was good.

She did it again and again, feeling the hotness inside her build and build until she couldn't hold it back anymore and she came, shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her body from her core to her extremities. "Ahh, God …"

As soon as it was over, she jumped out the shower and towelled off, suddenly embarrassed at how loud she had been. She was certain he must have heard her. Although the sound of the shower could have drowned it out. She didn't know. She blushed.

When she opened the door, Malfoy was staring at her. He had heard then. She shrugged to herself. Oh well. It might actually have worked in her favour. Malfoy's eyes were wide, his pale cheeks tainted with colour. He glanced down at her damp exposed legs, looking quickly away as she met his eyes.

Hermione smiled, staring curiously at him. He had turned away from her, exposing the back of his neck. He looked strangely vulnerable. And yet there was no denying the broadness of his shoulders, the muscles in his back and arms. She was suddenly aware of the fact that she was still very turned on. She hadn't given herself time to finish in the shower.

A mischievous smile tilted her lips. Her arousal made her bold. Perhaps it was time to take her plan to the next level. Physical contact. But only just enough to tantalise him. He'd be eating out of her hand.

She grabbed a pair of shorts and a sheer off-the-shoulder t-shirt – both of which she had got Malfoy to purchase for her on his latest excursion – and quickly went into the bathroom to change.

…

Draco nearly jumped out his skin when Granger sat down next to him on the sofa. His already heightened senses skyrocketed – she smelled so good, and he could see the curve of her breasts through her t-shirt. Her skin was still dewy from the shower.

He felt his face grow hot. He was fairly certain he knew what she had been doing in there. The sound of her voice making those moans … he'd thought he was going to explode.

He fixed his eyes on the book in his hands, determined to ignore her.

"What're you reading?"

His pulse went through the roof. She was leaning over to look at his book. Her hair tickled his arm, setting his skin tingling.

"Uh …" His tongue seemed paralysed – he couldn't think of what to say.

Come on Draco! She's Hermione Granger for God's sake!

All he could think of was how he wanted to grab her pretty shoulders and pin her down on the sofa and – oh fuck. What the hell am I thinking?

With a start he realised he was staring at him expectantly, a hint of a smile playing around the corner of her mouth. He forced himself to speak.

"It's uh … called The Catcher in the Rye .. it's—"

"A Muggle book?" Her eyebrows rose in barely concealed shock. Draco blushed.

"It was … I mean. It was just there. I picked it up." He could tell she didn't believe him. Maybe he was imagining it, but he thought perhaps she was looking at him with a glimmer of newfound respect.

She shifted towards him on the sofa, leaning further to examine the book, and immediately his mind flipped back to its previous carnal thoughts. His heart beat fast and his stomach felt hot. He adjusted the book to cover his growing erection.

What the fuck was happening? How was she making him react like this? He didn't care. He just wanted her.

She laughed and glanced up from the page she was examining. He froze. Their faces were inches apart. But she didn't move quickly away as he expected. She looked straight into his eyes. Her lips were slightly parted – he saw her tongue flick over them. He tasted her hot, sweet breath.

Then, suddenly, without warning, she kissed him.

The violence of his reaction shocked even him. He grabbed her shoulders, yanking her body to him, pushing her back against the sofa, attacking her lips with his. Her mouth tasted sweet. His body burned with desire.

He heard her gasp, and with that small sound the world crashed back down on him like a wave of cold water. She was Hermione Granger. He had kidnapped her. What was he doing?

He pulled away, stumbling backwards. Tried to say something, apologise, scream at her for doing this to him – his lips mouthed soundlessly. He bolted from the room.

A/N: Ooh drama o_O Review if you think it's about time they got down and dirty hahaha!