Sanibonani fellow people! (South African if you were wondering)

I'm trying to get back into the swing of things, so I am writing again, quite close to the last time I updated! :) For those who have already read 13 you know that things have been moving along at a snail's pace, so hopefully the pace will be upgraded to a fast moving chicken, perhaps a dog!

I don't own the awesome Harry Potter series, nor do I own the fabulous characters

Chapter 14: Moves in the Right Direction

I went through the rest of the day vaguely aware of my surroundings. Absently taking notes like a robot and answering questions that nobody else knew the answer to.

As I walked into the great hall for dinner I sat down at the table beside Harry and began putting small portions of this and that on my plate.

"Hay Hermione! How's everything going?" he asked in a very chipper voice. To chipper for my taste.

"Oh, good, how about you? You seem like you're in a good mood." He was practically bouncing in his seat.

"Today are the Quidditch try outs! This year I'm captain!"

"That's great Harry! Are you trying out Ron." I looked over Harry at Ron as he crammed more food into his mouth.

"I downt mow." He mumbled around the food. I nodded and went back to where I was before. I took a sip of pumpkin juice and looked absentmindedly around the hall. My eyes collided with a certain Slytherin's and my heart almost stopped.

I stared for a few moments and then tore my eyes away as Ginny asked Harry about Quidditch.

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"Damn this stupid history homework!" I shouted while throwing my not even close to being finished essay at the wall.

Right as the words came out of my mouth and the paper came in contact with wall the heard footsteps on the carpet.

I spun around knowing that the sources of those footfalls were the reason I was so wound up. My hypothesis was proven to be correct as I looked upon Malfoy, feeling the tomato red blush creeping not only to my cheeks but to the rest of my face. Thank goodness my skin wasn't so pale or it would have looked like someone had painted my face red.

Malfoy walked over to my essay and picked it up, scanning it as he walked over and handed it to me.

"Is this essay the cause of your extreme anger? I don't think I've ever heard you curse, and you've had some pretty good instances that could have warranted for cursing." I sighed and took the paper from him.

"Actually it's just an innocent bystander. I'm going to have to apologize to it later on." He smirked and walked over to the silver couch.

"What is the cause of your problems?" he asked looked at me from the corner of his eyes.

"People problems." I said, not elaborating on the subject at hand. He sat down on the couch and placed his hands behind his head causing the defined muscles to show, even through his shirt. I mentally cursed him for having to look so good. If he wasn't so gosh darn good looking that might have helped me forget about him.

"Oh really? I've been having people problems lately too. More like girl problems, but they're people to." I gulped as his smirk grew.

"What a coincidence." I muttered under my breath, but apparently Malfoy had ears of steal and could hear anything because he looked up at me curiously from under his eyelashes.

"Hope things work out for you. I'm going to bed." I said, but as I turned around to start walking toward my bedroom I was suddenly held back as a strong pair of arms intertwined themselves around my waist.

"I think that you could help me figure them out. I'm presuming that your people problems involve a boy." He whispered in my ear as he started to pepper light kisses on my cheek bone.

My skin responded immediately, heating up at the places that Malfoy had kissed. I turned around, trying to shove him away from me, to received no movement. And man was his chest hard!

"Look, I don't-" I began to say but was forcefully cut off as Malfoy's lips were crushed against mine in a crazy fast kiss.

My body immediately melted into his as I started to return the kiss. In the back of my brain I was somewhat aware of what I was doing, but I didn't care. This was what my heart had been yearning for and I decided to give it what it wanted.

The kiss lasted a few more minutes, but then he ran his tongue along the part in my lips and I stopped. My brain became responsive again and I pushed him away using all my might.

He stumbled back, completely caught off guard and looked up at me with darkened eyes. Those eyes scared the stuff outta me, and I began backing toward my door, feeling the slow hot tears in my eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I just can't." I choked out before running into my room and locking the door. I fell onto my bed and curled up in the fetal position. The tears ran down my cheeks as I touched my kiss swollen lips.

The only coherent thoughts going through my mind were Draco just kissed me, and what have I gotten myself into?

Hope you liked this one. Hermione is being kind of annoying, but I didn't want her to be jumping into things, she has to analyze in that Hermione way of hers. And did you notice how she called him Draco at the end! Anyway, thanks for reading and please tell me what you think!

Salani kahle guys!