Chapter Two: It was Only a Kiss

"Faster, Draco," Hermione moaned.

Draco grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he gyrated his hips. He adjusted his stance, trying to find the perfect angle as he withdrew almost completely. Hermione mewled at the sensation, waiting in anticipation for the deep thrust that was to follow. Draco smirked, knowing all too well what she was thinking. Instead of upping his pace, he slowly entered her, watching as his cock disappeared inside her pussy. He repeated the action.

"Draco! Faster! Please!"

Draco could hear her frustration. He squeezed her hips once more before leaning forward on his forearms and hovering above her, his lips brushing against her neck. He chuckled as she grumble in annoyance, thrusting her pelvis up to meet his in an attempt to gain relief. He finally gave her what she wanted. He snapped his hips, giving long, quick thrusts as he practically pressed her into the mattress.

"Yes!" she screamed.

Draco grunted as he felt her walls tighten around him. He was on the verge of losing it. His thrusts became more erratic as he chased his own high while still trying to provide the woman underneath him the pleasure see needed.

"Draco... I'm-I'm-oh god!"

He watched her toss her head back against the pillow, her mouth forming a dainty O as her orgasm hit her. Draco grunted loudly as he continued his relentless pace. Three more thrusts and he found his own release, his limbs stiffening as he climaxed.

Draco woke with a start. He was breathing heavy as he sat up in bed, his chest heaving rapidly as he took in lungfuls of air. The sun shown dimly through his bed curtains. Thunder clapped outside, letting him know it was going to be a rainy day. Great. Draco ran his fingers through his hair and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. Every time he blinked he saw the soft curves of Hermione's body behind his lids. "Ugh!" he howled, pulling at strands of his hair. He threw his covers off and gathered his shower necessities. Ignoring the raging boner that he knew could be clearly seen beneath his pajama bottoms, he rushed to the bathroom, turning on the water as cold as it'd go before stripping quickly and stepping under the chilly torrent. He remained under the shower head for several seconds before looking down to see his dick was still standing at attention. "Fuck!" He banged his fist against the tiled wall, dropping his forehead onto the cold surface. He turned the faucet, sighing as the warm water washed over him. He poured some soap into his palm and reached down to grasp himself, just wanting his erection to go away.

Hermione woke up to the sound of the shower running. And someone... moaning. Her eyes snapped open. No. She squashed her pillow over her ears to drown out the sultry noise, trying not to think about what her dormmate may or may not be up to in there. But it was no use. She needed distance. She jumped out of bed, threw on a pair of leggings and a baggy sweatshirt, grabbed her school bag, then headed downstairs for breakfast as fast as her legs could carry her in her still sleepy state. When she sat down at the Gryffindor table, she was finally able to take a calming breath.

"Hey, Hermione. You okay?" Neville asked her.

"I'm fine," she replied, avoiding his curious gaze by piling her plate with food. She nearly spilt the pitcher of orange juice all over herself when she caught a flash of pale blonde hair out of the corner of her eye. Ginny caught it before it could hit the table.

"What is wrong with you this morning?" the redhead asked while pouring a glass of her own.

Hermione turned to the entrance, dreading who she might see crossing the threshold. But it was just a towheaded third year headed to the Hufflepuff table. She breathed a sigh of relief. You need to calm down, she told herself. Relax. To keep her mind off a certain Slytherin, she engaged her friends in conversation about the upcoming trip to Hogsmead and their reports due for Slughorn next week. She was laughing at a random joke when she lifted her head only to be met by a pair of smokey gray eyes staring back at her. The air had completely left her lungs. I didn't even see him come in! He held her gaze. She just couldn't look away, completely caught in his snare.

"What are you looking at?" Ginny asked, turning around to see what had Hermione so interested. She grinned as she saw Hermione locked in a heated staring contest with none other than Draco Malfoy. "Or should I say who?" she sniggered.

Hermione shook her head. "What?"

"I saw you staring at him. So what's the story there?"

Hermione pushed the food around her plate. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said dismissively.

"Liar," Ginny smiled.

"I'm headed to the library. I'll see you guys later." And with that, Hermione got up from the table and made her way toward the double doors. She ignored the soft snickers of her friend behind her.

Draco watched her leave. Tracking her from across the room as he followed the sway of her hips at every step she took.

"Who are you checking out this time?" Blaise asked, nudging Draco's shoulder.

"Nobody," he stated, ducking his head down as he bit into a sausage link.

Blaise caught the ends of brown curly hair leaving the Great Hall and knew exactly who Draco had been eyeballing. He snorted. "That's the answer you're going with?"

"I'm leaving." Draco pushed his plate away from himself as he stood up from the bench.

Blaise continued to smile. "I'm sure you'll find her in the library," he called after him.

Draco ignored him as he walked away from the Slytherin table. He stepped outside, headed for a secluded area of the courtyard for him to study. Anywhere but the damn library. Where he knew she'd be hiding herself away in.

Just as Blaise predicted, Hermione was sat hovered over a book by Damocles Belby in a hardly used section of the library. She scanned her eyes over the page, but nothing stuck. Frustrated, she laid her head face down on the open book. She was trying her darnedest to forget about what happened the previous night with a certain Head Boy. And that morning, for that matter. But she couldn't seem to get the blonde Slytherin out of her mind. Every time she closed her eyes he was there, taunting her. With his dexterous fingers and smug lips and slim muscles. She kept telling herself it was just because she hadn't been touched by a man in months. It had nothing to do with any sort of attraction to the pureblood. None whatsoever.

"Hermione?"

She sat up in surprise at the sound of her name. She looked up to where the voice had come from, but didn't recognize the young girl standing there. "Yeah. May I help you?"

"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you or anything..." the girl trailed off.

"You didn't." Hermione waited for the girl to say more, but she just stood there clutching a book to her chest and staring. "Was there something you needed?"

"Oh! Um. No. Sorry to bother you," the petite underclassman stuttered before running off without another word.

This happened a lot. Hermione was used to it by then, but that didn't make it any less annoying. She laid her head back down and tried to block out any and all unwanted thoughts.

Draco rushed into the empty corridor, shaking himself off after having been caught in a sudden downpour. His hand hovered over the doorknob of the one place he didn't want to have to go. But it seemed that it was inevitable. He needed to do some more research anyways. He finally turned the knob and entered the library. He headed towards the back stacks, knowing precisely where the book he needed was. He approached the bookshelf, only to find the book in question not in its place. Fuck. He knew exactly where the book was. Exactly who claimed it first. He turned around to leave, not wanting to deal with this at the moment. As he did so he caught a glimpse through the cracks of some books of a curly mop of hair splayed out on one of the study tables in the corner. Shit. Trying to be smooth and as quiet as possible, he slowly stepped back, away from the shelf. But of course the universe was against him. And instead of making a quiet escape liked he'd wanted, he bumped into a cart full of heavy tomes. Loudly.

Hermione lifted her head to see the stumbling, long limbs of the very person she was trying to forget. He quickly glanced her way, hoping she hadn't caught him. But their eyes met and he new he was busted. Neither were able to avoid the other now.

Draco shifted around awkwardly. Finally, he straightened up, dusting himself off. He cleared his throat. He nodded his head at the book in front of Hermione. "Is that Lycanthropy: Treatments and Tinctures?"

Hermione didn't respond right way. Still in shock. It seemed the more she tried to avoid him, the more he just appeared out of nowhere. "Yeah," she said after a few long seconds, "it is."

He was determined not to act like a blubbering imbecile around her. He was Draco Malfoy, after all. So he leveled his voice and spoke with the arrogance that'd been ingrained in him from the day he was born. "Any timeframe of when you'll be finished with it?"

Hermione turned up her nose at his tone of voice. If he could be a pompous jerk, she could be as equally snide. "No. I don't."

"Think you could figure that out? I need it. I have a report due too."

"Well, then maybe you should have thought of that before waiting until the last minute to get it done."

"For your information, I didn't wait until the last minute. I'm just doing final touch ups. Same as you, since you're obviously still working on yours."

Hermione remained silent, unable to think of a witty comeback.

Draco smirked. He sauntered over to her, placing his hands flat against the study table and leaned forward. He hadn't realized how close he had gotten to her until she lifted her head to look at him. Their faces just inches apart. Hermione could feel Draco's breath dust across her cheeks. She had stopped breathing. There was an electricity in the air, similar to the one they felt the previous night when their pinkies touched. Gray eyes met chocolate brown as they stared at each other, completely trapped in this moment. Draco could feel himself leaning forward, decreasing the already little space between them. Hermione didn't know if she remained immobile or she was inching closer as well, but before she knew it, she felt Draco's lips brush against hers. And there was nothing stopping her from tilting her chin just the tiniest bit so their lips fully connected.

Draco moved his hand to the side of her neck, deepening the kiss. Hermione moaned into his mouth, loving the feeling of his hand on her skin. Her heart was beating out of her chest. She had never felt like this. Her lips felt tingly and her forearms prickled with goosebumps. Her brain had completely shut off and she was running on adrenaline. Her hands fisted into Draco's shirt as his other hand threaded through her hair. He slid his tongue along her lower lip, making her gasp. Without making the conscious decision, Hermione was on her feet. Draco moved forward until she felt the backs of her thighs against the edge of the table. He hoisted her up, his hands skimming the tops of her thighs as he pushed them apart. Hermione could feel him against her core as he settled between her legs. Their kissing never ceased. Hermione grabbed hold of the back of Draco's neck, mewling at the feeling of his hands clutching her back. He moved to kiss down her neck, licking lightly at her clavicle. They both gave an involuntary thrust forward, their still clothed privates rubbing together as their desire took over. Draco moaned in her ear at he felt the pressure of her pelvis against his hardening dick.

This action was like a bucket of ice water to Hermione's veins, forcefully bringing her back to reality. She stopped, going completely rigid as she became aware of her surroundings. She was Hogwarts's golden girl. A war heroine. She shouldn't be doing this in the middle of the school library. What if someone were to see? Hermione Granger with Draco Malfoy. The rumor mill would run wild.

Draco sensed Hermione freeze. He stopped kissing just at the top of her sweatshirt. He pulled back to see Hermione's face, confusion clearly etched into her features. She got down from the table and Draco automatically stepped back, giving her room to move.

"I have to go. You can have the book." She grabbed her bag, avoiding Draco's eyes as she moved quickly to pack up her things. She could feel him tracking her movements. She turned on her heel and booked it out of the library as fast as she could without drawing too much attention.

"Hermione," Draco called after her, but she had already rounded the bookcase and was gone.