Note: Yes. I decided it'd be Draco anyway. HEEHEE.

Well... I have a question for you at the end.

And I decided not to make you wait, because I hate cliff-hangers too.

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Chapter 25

Draco

Her mouth pressed urgently against mine, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was out of grief, or just her being upset. But I couldn't think for long, because my thoughts were quickly scrambled.

She got on her knees on the bed, and leaned towards me, pressing her chest against mine. I fought down a groan.

I rest both of my hands on her waist, tightly grasping her. I pulled her as close as I could.

This time, her tongue was the first to trail across my lips, and I instantly opened my mouth at her touch. I jammed my tongue into her mouth.

She slowly climbed into my lap, her knees now resting on my thighs. She pulled away from me, and was panting.

"What am I doing…" she whispered to herself.

I chuckled. I had the perfect opportunity here. "Me." I said smugly.

I watched as her mouth opened in shock, and she scrambled for thoughts. "I, most certainly am NOT doing anything of the-"

She stopped as I placed my lips on her neck, trailing my way down to her shoulders. She threw her head back, and a quiet moan escaped from her mouth. I smiled against her neck, and stopped moving towards her shoulders.

I bit down, and she squealed, her back arching. I smiled again, and pulled back. I glanced up at her face, which was a mix of emotion. Excitement, curiosity, guilt.

She put both her hands on my chest, and shoved me down onto the bed, her landing right on top of me. She placed both her hands on either side of my head, and she pressed her mouth to mine again. She wasn't quite laying on top of me, her knees on either side of my hips.

She urgently parted her lips, and I gladly slipped my tongue into her mouth. She ran her hands down my chest as I did, sending shivers down my spine. She stopped, right at the bottom of my shirt, and slid her hands under it.

She ran her hands along my stomach, and I grunted. I felt her smirk, and I quickly sat up, her wrapping her arms tightly around my neck, removing them from my stomach.

I felt her again run her hands down my back, and stop at the bottom of my shirt. My hands firmly grasped her waist, slowly sliding downwards.

Her fingers teased the bottom of my shirt, until she started lifting it upwards. I released her, accommodating my arms so she could slide the shirt off.

She tossed it to the ground, and placed her hands on my chest. She pushed me down again, my back landing on the thick blanket.

She pressed her lips to mine once more, her hands on my bare chest the whole time. I couldn't fight it anymore, and my hands slipped down to the hem of her shirt.

I pulled my lips from hers, panting.

"I think… we should match…" I managed. She quickly dropped her hands to her side, and practically ripped her shirt off. She pressed up against me again before I could get a good look at her, irritating me slightly. But I didn't argue.

She was laying flat on my chest, her lips on mine. I gladly kissed her in response, and then I rolled over, pinning her to the bed. She grinned as I separated my mouth from hers, and started trailing down her neck again. She was breathing heavily, as was I. I didn't know how much longer I could wait.

I stopped at her collarbone, biting down again. She arched her back, and her hips pressed into mine. I bit my lip, suppressing a groan.

I slid my hands up her stomach, and rested them on her ribcage.

She seemed to snap back, and she began shoving at me.

"Fuck, Malfoy!" she wailed. I groaned irritably, and sat up. There it was with the "Malfoy" again.

"What?" I asked in irritated growl.

"I… what are we doing?" she asked. She noticed I was straddling her, and tried to get out from under me. I reluctantly rolled off of her, and sat beside her.

"I was under the assumption that we were doing each other." I replied, rubbing a hand along my jaw.

"Oh… Merlin. I can't do this to Ron." She said, sitting up as well. She glanced down, noticing she was topless.

Damn. I hadn't seen her yet. I bit back a moan. She may still be partially covered, but she had revealed enough to get me all excited again. Snape Snape Snape.

"Fuck, Hermione. He did this to you. Multiple times." I replied, irritated.

"Yes… but… I'm not like that. I can't believe it got this far." She said, glancing around the room. She was obviously looking for her shirt.

"Well. You did. Might as well continue, so…" I said, leaning towards her again.

I felt her hands on my chest again, and groaned angrily.

"I can't do this. I'm sorry… I mean, you are most definitely… definitely… a lovely kisser. But, it's not worth cheating on Ron." She said, standing up. The bed felt empty.

"You kind of already did, just by kissing me and taking your shirt off. And mine." I said, smirking. I shivered remembering her fingertips brushing against my skin.

She had found her shirt, and was putting it over her head.

"No. I mean… yes. But I stopped it. So, it isn't as bad." She said stubbornly. I sighed. There was no use arguing with her about it.

"So… I'm a good kisser?" I asked, smirking.

She groaned in frustration, and picked up my shirt. She threw it at me.

"Put your shirt on!" she said.

"No. I think I'll keep it off." I said, leaning back against the pillows. I folded my arms behind my head, and smiled.

"You… are a git." She said, rolling her eyes. She picked the shirt off the bed, and threw it at me again.

"I'm not putting that back on." I said simply. I saw her sigh, and she walked towards the door.

"I'm hungry. You made food, right?" she asked.

I shrugged. "Well… I had House Elves make it."

I flinched as she whipped around. "What is wrong with you?"

"You can relax. They like being ordered around. Besides, I don't have them make anything that often." I said calmly.

She relaxed her shoulders. "Fine. Well, I'm hungry. If you want to join me, go ahead, but I'd suggest putting a shirt on. Remember earlier?"

I groaned at the memory of the burning bacon. "Yes. I remember."

"Good." She said smugly. She walked out of the room, and I heard her walk down the stairs.

I stayed in the bed for a minute. I'd just kissed her… again.

I should've been glad, happy, excited.

But I wasn't.

I grabbed my shirt, and hurried out the door, realizing that my stomach was growling as well.

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