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FONT FACE="Times"PHermione walked swiftly across the room over to where Draco was sitting in an arm chair, gripping the handles as he watched her take her robe off. He stood up and kissed her, his tongue massaging hers. He ran his fingers through her soft hair, down her back and lay his hands onto her hips, puling them against his. /P
PHermiones hand was on his chest, the other running across his cheek. He lifted her up unto a table and she moaned as her body pressed against his. Then she scooted backwards, pulled him on top of herself and started to fumble with his buttons. He gently spread her legs and plunged two fingers inside of her. She shuddered with pleasure and Draco woke up. /P
PThe light was starting to creep up behind the trees, outside the Slytherin dormitories. Draco sat up in his bed and stared. A dream? No, not a dream, it couldnt have been. It had been too real. He though he could still feel her there, pressed up against him. Then it started to set in. He didnt have her. All he had was the shocked, almost appailed expression she had given him yesterday after hed made the mistake of kissing her. /P
PHe drew his drapes and looked around anxiously, as if afraid somebody might be awake, reading his thought. /P
PGoyle made a noise and turned in his sleep. /P
PDraco lay in bed for a while, handling the silver pocket watch with the Slytherin snake encrusted on the lid. A gift from his mother upon learning of his making the house. He thought about his mother, envisioning her expression of horror if she ever found out about her sons deepest desires./P
PIt was 5.45 in the morning and since it didnt look like he was going to get anymore sleep, Draco slipped out of bed and started changing into his robes. /P
PAt breakfast, Pansy contemplated Dracos tired but hansom face from across the table. She knew he had someone else on his mind, although she didnt know who. /P
PNo matter she though s bound to me. I know, just like he knows, that he will never me. His father will make sure of it, if it comes to that. She smile to herself smugly, but a feeling was creeping up in the back of her mind. Was it jealousy? /P
PShe sniffed at the thought, and as if to proove herself wrong, she got up and walked over to Draco, leaning in over his shoulder and gave a quick nibble at his neck. /P
PMarcus Flint, sitting across the table, stopped eating and followed her with his gaze./P
PShe sat down next to Malfoy, and very aware of Marcus watching her, she took Dracos hand and placed it on her thigh, which he massaged obligingly. /P
PDraco noticed Marcus and gave him a menacing look, making him get back to his food and resume the conversation they had been having. /P
PBut Draco noticed somebody else watching him. /P
PFrom across the Great Hall, Hermione was looking at him. Their eyes met but she didnt look away. /P
PHad she meant to kiss him back? Or was it all in his pumped up head?/P
PThen he saw her do something very uncharacteristic. She looked away, at Harry who was sitting next to her, tossed her hair, and straightened out his collar. Except for it wasnt a maternal, friendly move but a flirtatious one, accompanied by a hand layed on his chest. /P
PHarry looked a bit weirded out at first but then warmed up. Draco couldnt have missed the quick but meaningful sideways glance she gave him before returning to her food. /P
PA little slut, that mudblood, isnt she? Sexy, but a slut./P
PDraco looked up. It was Marcus talking./P
PShes just gagging for it, dont you think? /P
PNo, he thought./P
P he said. /P
PHis ears were starting to ring and he felt like he had something lodged in his throat. She had tried to make him jealous, and she had succeeded. /P
PHe must have been squeezing Pansys leg pretty hard because she flinched and gave him a questioning look. Well, this game cam be played by two, he thought. Before he know what he was doing, Draco had leaned in and started making out with Pansy very obviously, not caring if the teachers saw, not caring if all the students, staff and ghosts of Hogwarts saw, as long as Hermione did. /P
PMarcus was squirming uncomfortably in his seat and some Slytherin girls were giggling but nobody else seemed to be paying much attention, except for Hermione. She wasnt smiling anymore, but got up and in seconds was gone. /P
PHe pulled away from Pansy. What had possessed him to do that? Unfortunately there was no time to think before he was pulled into another embrace by Pansy./P
PThe next few weeks rolled by slowly. It was a rainy Saturday afternoon and everybody was crowding in the Gryffindor common room. Hermione was trying hard to concentrate on her arithmancy homework but finally gave up as Freds and Georges firework show went up in the air. She looked at Harry, hunched over his parchment, leaning on his hand and looking quite bewildered. He was definitely hansom, but not in the usual way. His quirky smile lit up his face and made most girls swoon, although this was something Harry chose to turn a blind eye to. /P
PShe loved him, no doubt, and she knew how unfair it was of her to put him through this. Basically, shed been using him to get back at Malfoy. /P
PFirst it had been spontaneouse, but was starting to develop into some sort of an addiction. Seeing Malfoy with Pansy made her sick to her stomach, she would admit that much to herself. But she knew Harrys friendship wasnt worth risking over some stupid little crush on Draco. /P
PNot thats its even a crush! she corrected herself. BR
Shed have to make up her mind and soon. Either stop this stupid game or take the consequences. /P
PThe consequences being that Harry would either get freaked out by her flirting with him and back off, or then might think she was serious and do something in return. She didnt know which was worse. /P
PHarry looked up at Hermione and smiled. That was all the convincing she needed. She would find Malfoy and put things straight with him. Then she would be able to leave Harry alone. /P
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FONT FACE="Times"PHermione walked swiftly across the room over to where Draco was sitting in an arm chair, gripping the handles as he watched her take her robe off. He stood up and kissed her, his tongue massaging hers. He ran his fingers through her soft hair, down her back and lay his hands onto her hips, puling them against his. /P
PHermiones hand was on his chest, the other running across his cheek. He lifted her up unto a table and she moaned as her body pressed against his. Then she scooted backwards, pulled him on top of herself and started to fumble with his buttons. He gently spread her legs and plunged two fingers inside of her. She shuddered with pleasure and Draco woke up. /P
PThe light was starting to creep up behind the trees, outside the Slytherin dormitories. Draco sat up in his bed and stared. A dream? No, not a dream, it couldnt have been. It had been too real. He though he could still feel her there, pressed up against him. Then it started to set in. He didnt have her. All he had was the shocked, almost appailed expression she had given him yesterday after hed made the mistake of kissing her. /P
PHe drew his drapes and looked around anxiously, as if afraid somebody might be awake, reading his thought. /P
PGoyle made a noise and turned in his sleep. /P
PDraco lay in bed for a while, handling the silver pocket watch with the Slytherin snake encrusted on the lid. A gift from his mother upon learning of his making the house. He thought about his mother, envisioning her expression of horror if she ever found out about her sons deepest desires./P
PIt was 5.45 in the morning and since it didnt look like he was going to get anymore sleep, Draco slipped out of bed and started changing into his robes. /P
PAt breakfast, Pansy contemplated Dracos tired but hansom face from across the table. She knew he had someone else on his mind, although she didnt know who. /P
PNo matter she though s bound to me. I know, just like he knows, that he will never me. His father will make sure of it, if it comes to that. She smile to herself smugly, but a feeling was creeping up in the back of her mind. Was it jealousy? /P
PShe sniffed at the thought, and as if to proove herself wrong, she got up and walked over to Draco, leaning in over his shoulder and gave a quick nibble at his neck. /P
PMarcus Flint, sitting across the table, stopped eating and followed her with his gaze./P
PShe sat down next to Malfoy, and very aware of Marcus watching her, she took Dracos hand and placed it on her thigh, which he massaged obligingly. /P
PDraco noticed Marcus and gave him a menacing look, making him get back to his food and resume the conversation they had been having. /P
PBut Draco noticed somebody else watching him. /P
PFrom across the Great Hall, Hermione was looking at him. Their eyes met but she didnt look away. /P
PHad she meant to kiss him back? Or was it all in his pumped up head?/P
PThen he saw her do something very uncharacteristic. She looked away, at Harry who was sitting next to her, tossed her hair, and straightened out his collar. Except for it wasnt a maternal, friendly move but a flirtatious one, accompanied by a hand layed on his chest. /P
PHarry looked a bit weirded out at first but then warmed up. Draco couldnt have missed the quick but meaningful sideways glance she gave him before returning to her food. /P
PA little slut, that mudblood, isnt she? Sexy, but a slut./P
PDraco looked up. It was Marcus talking./P
PShes just gagging for it, dont you think? /P
PNo, he thought./P
P he said. /P
PHis ears were starting to ring and he felt like he had something lodged in his throat. She had tried to make him jealous, and she had succeeded. /P
PHe must have been squeezing Pansys leg pretty hard because she flinched and gave him a questioning look. Well, this game cam be played by two, he thought. Before he know what he was doing, Draco had leaned in and started making out with Pansy very obviously, not caring if the teachers saw, not caring if all the students, staff and ghosts of Hogwarts saw, as long as Hermione did. /P
PMarcus was squirming uncomfortably in his seat and some Slytherin girls were giggling but nobody else seemed to be paying much attention, except for Hermione. She wasnt smiling anymore, but got up and in seconds was gone. /P
PHe pulled away from Pansy. What had possessed him to do that? Unfortunately there was no time to think before he was pulled into another embrace by Pansy./P
PThe next few weeks rolled by slowly. It was a rainy Saturday afternoon and everybody was crowding in the Gryffindor common room. Hermione was trying hard to concentrate on her arithmancy homework but finally gave up as Freds and Georges firework show went up in the air. She looked at Harry, hunched over his parchment, leaning on his hand and looking quite bewildered. He was definitely hansom, but not in the usual way. His quirky smile lit up his face and made most girls swoon, although this was something Harry chose to turn a blind eye to. /P
PShe loved him, no doubt, and she knew how unfair it was of her to put him through this. Basically, shed been using him to get back at Malfoy. /P
PFirst it had been spontaneouse, but was starting to develop into some sort of an addiction. Seeing Malfoy with Pansy made her sick to her stomach, she would admit that much to herself. But she knew Harrys friendship wasnt worth risking over some stupid little crush on Draco. /P
PNot thats its even a crush! she corrected herself. BR
Shed have to make up her mind and soon. Either stop this stupid game or take the consequences. /P
PThe consequences being that Harry would either get freaked out by her flirting with him and back off, or then might think she was serious and do something in return. She didnt know which was worse. /P
PHarry looked up at Hermione and smiled. That was all the convincing she needed. She would find Malfoy and put things straight with him. Then she would be able to leave Harry alone. /P
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