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A/N: hehehe…….well glad u thought the last chapter was funny unfortunatly things get a lil rocky.....hehe

Chapter 21

Borderline

He stepped into his room; Hermione released the grip she had around his next slightly and looked. At the moment she couldn't recall whether she had ever been in his room before or not. Either way she gasped at the neatness and elegance.

"Why does you're room look nicer than mine?" she muttered. He looked down at her expression and smirked.

"All the rooms are the same Granger…"

"Well why does you're room like nicer the colors just match better."

"That's because-" he walked over to his bed and dumped her down on it. She gave a soft yelp, "it's Slytherin colors Granger, none of the red and gold crap you have in your room."

"Ugh…" she muttered, "I swear in the muggle world…fire whiskey should be classified as both alcohol and some other form or drug or something…" she muttered on.

He smirked and walked over to his cabinet; he opened it and reached in side. He felt around a little bit till he grabbed a hold of it little bottle. Pulling it out he glanced at it. It only half full with blue sparkling liquid. Hermione watched him with interest.

"What's that?" she asked.

"It's a potion," he replied, "that helps you become less disoriented and uncoordinated while you're drunk." He raised it to his lips and took a big gulp. A sudden heat rushed through his blood, he breathed in and out deeply as he became accustomed to it. He glanced at the bottle and saw that there was still enough for a small sip. Glancing over at Hermione he saw that she was fiddling with the color of her shirt between her index finger and thumb. He walked over to her and held the little bottle out. "Here." He said taking her hand and placing the bottle in it and closing her fingers around it. "There isn't enough for both of us to get us sober, but it should be enough to give us some of our senses back."

"So even if I drink this I'll still be extremely drunk?" she asked.

"Yeah." He said as he stood waiting for her to drink. She raised the little bottle to her lips and drank the remaining contents. She closed her eyes and handed the bottle back to him.

"Eww…that's disgusting." She muttered as he walked over to his cabinet and placed the bottle back in it. A sudden heat wave overcame her body, and she felt as though she was going to melt. "Oh…" she moaned "it's so hot in here."

"The potion has that effect on you." He said as he sat down in his arm chair and rested his head against his index finger, his chin on his thumb.

Hermione sat up and held her head in her hands. She felt as though her entire body was on fire. She moved to sit at the edge of his bed, her legs dangling over the side. Here eyes drifted to a small table near his window that carried a water jug and several goblets next to it. "I need water." She mumbled. She stood up tipsily, and walked over to it. His window was cracked open a little bit allowing from a pinch of air to enter. She grasped the jug and poured some water into a goblet and drank it. She walked back to his bed and collapsed, "How long does this last?" she asked. Her head was rested on his pillows and her legs were splayed out, one of her knees was up.

"Not long, the effect should go away in a few minutes." He said feeling the heat begin to leave his body little by little.

"Oh…" she moaned, "it feels like my skin is melting off…it's so hot." Her hands went up to her blouse and down to her buttons. Her fingers clumsily undid the top button and then drifted down and down and unbuttoned the rest of her blouse. H

Draco watched her interested. He watched as she reached up to her shoulders and pulled off her top and laid down against his pillows again in her bra. "What are you doing?" he whispered.

"It's too hot in here." She replied as her hands moved down to her skirt and she tugged it of, she pulled it to her knees where she stopped and laid back on his bed once again and sighed. "That's better." She whispered. Half of her knew that she was doing this because it was too hot, but the other half knew that she was doing that just to bother him.

Draco felt the air catch in his throat. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he chocked out. She didn't reply she simply moaned slightly in reply as her head rolled to the side. He felt all the heat from the potion leave his body and a different heat took over. His eyes ran over her trim body. Over her perfectly shaped breast, her flat stomach, and her long legs. His gaze stopped however at the skirt. Standing up, he walked over to the foot of his bed and gazed down at her. She didn't notice him, her eyes were still closed. His breath became sharp and be felt a familiar tightening in his pants. Discretely he crawled up onto the bed. Slowly he grabbed a hold of her skirt and slipped it down so that it was fully off her body.

Hermione stirred slightly and opened her eyes to look up at him. She sat up slightly against her bed. "What are you doing?" she whispered.

"You're lying on my bed in nothing but you're bloody knickers. What do you think I'm doing." He said. He crawled on top on her so that he was straddling her. He traced his finger along her left thigh. She gasped in surprise. He moved forward a little bit and little kissed her stomach.

"Malfoy!" she said in shock. He moved up her body more. He stopped when his face was directly facing hers. Her eyes were still a little hazy but she was clearly alert. He looked down at her expression, it was one mixed with lust and fear. He smirked and captured her lips with his in one swift movement. Hermione was too shocked at first to comprehend. The pressure of his body against hers and his lips begging for her to response snapped her out of her trance. Knowing that it was wrong, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to respond. His lips tasted strongly of whiskey and it strangely appealed to her. After a moment she broke the kiss and turned her head, when he tried to kiss her again she pushed him away from her slightly. "I told you Malfoy…I'm not sleeping with you...no matter how drunk I am…" she stated but was interrupted by Malfoy smirking and catching her lips again. She moaned involuntarily as he grinding his lower half into her.

He pulled away and smirked, "See Granger" he said as he kissed his way down to her neck, "I know you want me." He growled as he kissed her neck.

Hermione stiffened against him and at the moment she was happy she had taken the potion because she had retrieved her common sense back. She struggled against him. "Malfoy get off!" she said. He wouldn't budge; he moved his kisses from her neck to her collar bone. "I said get off!" she repeated and this time she dug her nails into his shoulders. He yelped and jumped off her and climbed off the bed. He stood with his back to her, fuming. She examined his back and saw that she had drawn blood.

"I don't know what you're problem is Malfoy, but I will not have sex with you. Ever."

He turned to face her, distaste in his eyes, grabbing his wand from his nightstand he pocketed and left the room. The door slammed behind him and Hermione cringed as the shelf near the door rattled slightly. She stared at the door half expecting him to come back in. He didn't. Sighing she pushed herself up a little bit and laid her head back down on the pillows. She held her breath and counted to ten to hold back a tear that was threatening to fall. She closed her eyes and took steady breaths in and out to calm herself. Her gazed was transfixed on the door and she never lost sight of it until sleep overcame her.

She woke the next morning, a searing pain in her head. It felt as though she had been hit over the head with a brick. She lifted her self slowly and opened her gaze. The first thing she noticed was that there were no colors of red and gold present, instead the colors of green, silver, and black replaced where those of the red and gold would have been. An aroma filled the air, she closed her eyes and sniffed, sandal wood. I don't have anything that smells like sandal wood. She thought to herself. "Oh…" she said quietly as foggy memories from the night before ran through her head. She glanced down and saw that she was wearing nothing but her bra and underwear. Looking around she was that the room was empty, there was no site of Draco anywhere. She shifted to the end of the bed and got of it. Reaching over to the end of the bed and grabbed her clothes. Quickly she put them on and walked to the door; she opened it and saw that the common room was empty. She stepped out into the common room and raced to her room. She grabbed the door knob and turned it, it wouldn't open. Frowning she walked over to the fireplace, grabbed some powder from the flower pot next to it and threw it in. Sticking her head into the green flames she called out "kitchen!". She swirled around and soon the kitchen came into view; there she saw Dobby cutting some bread on a table near by. "Dobby!" she called. Dobby fell of his stool, and stood up quickly when he noticed Hermione's head sticking out of the fire place, he hurried over quickly.

"You scared Dobby, miss. What does miss want?" he asked.

"Dobby I have a favor to ask you, do you think you can go to my room and open the door for me, and can you also take some food there?"

"Of course, Dobby will be right there." He said bowing and he disappeared from the kitchen. Hermione smiled and removed her head from the fire place. A small creek made her turn; her door was opening slowly. She stood up and walked into her room to see a tray of food resting by the fireplace. Smiling she saw down in front of it and ate. After she had eaten her fill she sat down on her bed and pulled out her diary.

December 14

I am promising my self, NO MORE FIRE WHISKEY! Ok, I just had to get that out of my system. My head still hurts though, is this what people mean when they talk about hang overs? I guess so. Anyway I'm still in a little shock about what happened last night. I mean the memories are still a bit foggy, but I do know that Malfoy tried to get me to go to bed with him. Why I didn't I don't know. Wait yes I do, because he's my best friend's worst enemy and he's a fucking prick. Well sure…he can be very considerate when he wants to be…wait what am I saying this is ridiculous.

She slammed her diary shut and lay back down on her bed. This is so confusing. She though. She glanced at her clock and saw that it was getting late and that she had not done anything on the project at all. Sighing she got up grabbed her wand and left the room.

Sighing she opened the door of the little room in the library and entered; shutting the door behind her she looked up to see Malfoy sitting in an arm chair by the fire, drinking from a goblet with one hand and writing with the other. He glanced up when he heard the door close, upon catching sight of her, he glared. Hermione's brow furrowed in confusion. He closed his book and set it down on the table, then he stood up and set down his goblet down next to it. She watched as he put his hands in his pockets and stood looking at her, his gaze staring her down.

"I didn't see you this morning." She stuttered out.

"So?"

"So…I don't know I was just wondering if you're ok…"

He walked towards her his gaze boring her down. "Why would you care?" he asked coldly.

"I…I just…well…because of last night…"

"You actually remembered what happened last night?"

"Not all of it, just fragments of it…but I do remember that…um incident…"

"Oh and…" he said walking so that she was inches from her.

"I…I…"

"You know what Granger, I'm going to go. I don't need to be here and listen to this crap and any other excuse you might have, you're nothing but a tease." He answered coldly.

She stared up at him, guilt over taking her emotions. He glared at her and walked past her and exited the room. Hermione looked around the room, nearly everything was finished. She held back a tear that was threatening to fall. She didn't know why she was feeling guilty. Sighing, she walked over to a pile of unsorted books and got to work.

About three hours later she stopped, her stomach growled in hunger. Looking around she saw that there were only three piles of books left to be sorted. She sat back in her seat and looked around. She let her mind wander as she thought and tried to sort out the feelings she was feeling. Thirty minutes later she came to a conclusion. She knew what was going on and suddenly she wasn't hungry anymore. Quickly she rose from her seat and left the room. The library became a blur as she raced out of it.

Minutes later she burst into the common room and looked around, he wasn't anywhere in site. She glanced over to his room and saw that it was creaked open. She walked slowly to it and peaked inside. He was sitting in his chair in front of his desk leaning over a piece of paper. She quietly pushed the door open and stepped inside. Once she was fully past the door, she closed it shut. It snapped and Draco glanced up from his paper.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room Granger?" he said glaring at her.

She glanced down at the floor, an odd feeling gathering in the pit of her stomach. "I…I wanted to say…"

"What Granger did you come in here to insult me, or just to get me into a 'predicament' and not help me get out of it?" he looked angrier by the second.

She stared at him and stepped back. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for the other night!" she yelled fear ringing in her voice. "It was wrong. I knew what I was doing…but I didn't care."

He stared at her. Wow, if looks could kill I would be dying an extremely painful death right now. She thought to herself. She took a step back not paying attention to where she was going and she bumped into a shelf near the door, knocking down several objects.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU GRANGER!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. Hermione stepped back against the shelf and cringed in fear. He continued, "I DON'T FUCKING GET YOU GRANGER! HOW CAN YOU STAND BEING YOURSELF! YOU ARE SUCH AN UPTIGHT TEASE!! FUCK!" he kicked his door.

"DON'T YELL AT ME I'M JUST TRYING TO BE CIVIL. YOU KNOW POLIET. WHAT HUMANS ARE MEANT TO DO AND ACCEPT WHEN I'M WRONG AND FIX IT!"

"FUCK FUCK FUCK!" he yelled into the room.

"WHAT DO YOU HAVE A BORDERLINE PERSONALITY OR SOMETHING!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU FUCKING SLUT!"

"WILL YOU STOP YELLING!" she barked at him "And don't call me a slut." She said softly.

He walked straight up to her, "I don't understand it." He hissed at her.

She looked up at him catching his gaze with hers. "Understand what?"

"How no matter what I do. No matter how many girls I occupy myself with. No matter how much I deny it and how much I fight it to make it not true…"

"What?" she interrupted but he ignored her as his gaze stared into her a fire burning in his silver blue orbs.

"I can't get you out of my mind."

A/N: hehe cliffy! Haha love them very much! Well……glad u all thought the last chapter was funny, I needed something to soften the blow of this chapter. So tell me what u think. REVIEW PLEASE! I THRIVE ON REVIEWS!! Sooooooo yea ooooooh sorrrrrrrrrrrrry its sooooooooooo damn short but I cant give it all away in one chapter! hehe