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Chapter 3: Scorching Hot
Indicate Hermione's thoughts
Hermione stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. Today was the first day of class, and instead of being excited just like she always has been, she was particularly anxious today.
It's that jackass. You're being like this because of the annoying ferret.
She ran her fingers through her hair to smooth it down. Instead of getting the desired effect, a few unruly strands got caught on her nails, ruining her look altogether.
Hermione sighed in exasperation and glanced at the clock beside her bed. She groaned. She was going to be late for breakfast if she didn't hurry. She decided to use a Hairstyling Charm and her hair fell into luxurious waves against her shoulders.
She looked at her reflection again and felt satisfied with what she saw.
If I daresay, I look good today.
She smiled at the thought.
She grabbed her bag and dashed towards the Great Hall. Right outside the door, she stopped to put her bag down and brush a piece of lint from her robes.
"You missed a spot," she heard someone say.
Her eyes widened.
Malfoy.
Slowly, she turned around to look at the man who spoke.
"Wh-what?"
Draco came closer and brushed his fingertips against her shoulder. Hermione nearly jumped at his touch. It was damn near electric, and it made her knees weak.
"There," he said. With that, he smiled.
He smiled. He didn't smirk his infuriating smirk, he actually smiled! What the fuck?
He looked beautiful, smiling like that. His perfect teeth gleamed against the harsh light of the corridor. A lock of platinum blond hair framed his stormy blue-gray eyes. She ached to brush that lock of hair away from his eyes.
She let go of the breath she was unconsciously holding.
"Oh. Malfoy. It's you."
Draco's wide smile abruptly vanished and he seemed almost…
Disappointed?
"You know, Granger, if I didn't know any better, I would have thought you were actually speechless back there," he sneered at her.
Now there's the Malfoy we all know and hate.
"Hmm. Maybe little Mudblood has the hots for me," he continued.
Hermione glared before snapping back at him.
"You were staring at me yesterday, Malfoy. I detest your existence, but apparently YOU have a thing for me. So don't turn this about me."
Draco was visibly taken aback by this. He frowned, and then let out a little chortle.
"I see," he drawled.
What the…
"What? You finally realized that your vile existence is actually the reason why women carry pepper spray?" she asked hotly.
His face scrunched up, obviously not knowing what pepper spray is.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Muggle thing. Forget it. What is it?!"
"Nothing." He smirked.
There's that smirk. Ugh, how he irritates me! Oh but what beautiful, tempting lips. I wonder what it would be like to…
"It's obvious, little girl, that you are sexually frustrated. And you want to make it appear as if this is all about you so that you can run to your Potty and Weasel to whine. Of course one of them, or both, will definitely try to comfort you in ways that are going to relieve you of that frustration you hold."
He turned on his heel to enter the Great Hall, but Hermione grabbed his robes and slapped him.
Or tried to.
He caught her wrist before she was able to do any damage.
"Let me go, you pathetic jerk," she growled at him menacingly.
Draco's fingers tightened, and he used his free hand to push her against the wall. They were so very close. Hermione's face was inches from his throat. His scent intoxicated her. He smelled delicious, like peppermint. She inhaled and closed her eyes.
Oh dear. Oh no.
He let go of her wrist and her hand dropped limply to her side. He was expecting her to give him a tongue-lashing, or bolt out of there, or both. But she did nothing. He looked at her, and saw that her eyes were shut, her lips curved in a small smile.
"Was I right, little girl?" he inquired softly.
"Hmm?"
He lowered his face until his mouth was almost against her ear.
"Was I right?"
He leaned closer, his mouth touching her earlobe. He blew lightly on her ear before he licked lightly at the spot under.
She whimpered.
"C'mon Mudblood. Say something," he urged.
That certainly got her started.
She pushed him away and slapped him. This time she succeeded. The sound of the slap rang out through the corridor.
Draco yelped a little and held a hand against his reddening cheek.
"Don't call me Mudblood! If anyone here is sexually frustrated, it's you. Obviously no girl wants to even be near you. You're so willing to take advantage of me even though we hate each other. No one likes you, Malfoy. Face it. So fuck off!"
He dropped his hand and crossed his arms against his chest.
"So defensive, Granger. On the contrary, I can get any girl I want." He raised his left eyebrow. "Even you."
"I'd like to see you try," she snarled, challenging him.
He walked past her, and placed his hand against the door. Hermione couldn't see his face, but she knew that he had that smarmy smirk plastered all over his face.
"You would, wouldn't you."
He pushed the door open, and left Hermione standing alone in the corridor.
She touched her fingertips to the place just below her ear, where he had licked her skin. She shuddered at the memory of the feeling.
Oh bloody asshole. Oh bloody seductive asshole.