Adrenaline Rushes

Disclaimer: We own nothing absolutely nothing. Though, if you're willing Christina would like a blonde slytherin for christmas whilst I would prefer a blonde elf ...

AN: Oh ... my ... lord. This took absolutely AGES for me to do, I'm sorry, forgive me ... pweaz?? *puppy dog eyes*

This story is for my poor sister who has only just returned from that godforsaken tea shop called the Isle of Wight ((no offence to any Isle of Wighters out there)) suffering from sheep related trauma *giggles* she is terrified of the 'little wooly bastards' and apparently she got chased across a field by a really cute one with loads of fluff who barely reached her knee *collapses into laughter* I personally think sheep are fabulous.

Also, one final thing, we would like to thank our lovely beta TzAmZ , to write is mortal, to inspire .. divine.

Adrenaline Rushes

By: ms-dynamite

Email: ms-dynamite@hellokitty.com or prozac_the_giggle_fairy@hellokitty.com

Chapter Four : Dreams and Getting Locked in the Boys Loos

Hermione ran her fingers across the spines of the books in the library; her head was tilted slightly to the right so she could read their titles easily. Two books were nestled contentedly on her left arm and she was about to add a third when she was startled by the sound of a book hitting the stone floor with a thud.

Starting, she spun round, almost dropping her books.

Malfoy.

He was leaning against a bookcase, his left hand by an empty space, the fallen book by his feet. His grey eyes were studying her. Turning back she attempted to ignore him, but she could feel his eyes piercing into her back. So she turned back around, an irritated glint in her eyes, tapping her foot impatiently.


"What do you want?" she asked him, slightly annoyed.


"You." Came the reply, and Hermione blinked, so much for small talk.


"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" She demanded as Malfoy walked towards her.


"Simple really, I.…….. Want……… You." The blonde told her slowly as if speaking to a three year old, who has not yet fully mastered the language, and suddenly he was standing right in front of her and she couldn't help but look up into his cold eyes.


"So. That doesn't mean I want you." Hermione snapped back, she attempted to move away but finds that she is trapped between a Malfoy and a bookcase.

"I don't believe you." Malfoy tells her before crushing his lips onto hers. Hermione was completely stunned for a moment but then she began to return the kiss, opening her mouth she felt his tongue touching hers.

She can't help moaning.

'This boy can kiss.' Was the only little thought flying through her head. 'Damn him!'

Dropping her books, Hermione moved her right hand to his hair and pulled his body closer, gasping into the kiss at the feeling of something hard against her thigh. Malfoy broke off the kiss and slowly began to kiss her neck. He casually slipped his hands under her shirt and softly caressed her chest. Hermione dropped her head back and closed her eyes
"I want you, Malfoy." She heard herself whisper.

It was then that she woke up, beads of sweat upon her forehead. Sitting in her bed, her head in her hands, Hermione glanced at the time.

2am.

Groaning she flopped back against the pillows, she'd been having the same stupid dream over and over for three weeks now.

Ever since her little encounter with Malfoy in that corridor.

After that she had successfully managed to avoid contact with Malfoy as much as was physically possible. Without her actually leaving the country that is.

But still, every night, without fail, the same dream would occur. It had reached the point that she wouldn't even go near the library, let alone in it. Harry and Ron were understandably beginning to worry.

Rolling over, Hermione was tired, and reluctantly, she closed her eyes. But she dreaded falling asleep, so, after a while she decided against it and just lay there.

Staring at nothing.

*~*~*

"Hermione, Hermione, Hermione!!"

Hermione awoke with a start, dark eyes flying open, she hissed when she was met with the sunlight and closed them again.

"What?" she muttered sleepily.

"You gotta get up, or you'll be late."

In her dozed state, Hermione managed to decipher the voice enough to guess it came from Lavender, groaning she slowly opened her eyes a little.

"All right, all right. I'm up, I'm up," she grumbled as she pushed herself up and climbed out of the bed.

Onto a pile of books.

Her swearing could be heard all the way over in the boy's dorms.

*~*~*

Later that afternoon, she was wandering along the halls, still half asleep; she was on her way to watch the Quidditch practice. She was deep in thought attempting to think of a reason not to watch the entire practice when she became aware of someone blocking the next doorway. Still not fully with us, she did not bother with registering who it was.

"Excuse me."

The person didn't shift.

Slightly peeved, Hermione was about to ask again when her breath caught in her throat.

Malfoy.

The same annoying yet oh-so-sexy smirk was dancing across his fine features.

"Hullo Granger." He murmured silkily.

Hermione stared before clearing her throat, "You're in my way, Malfoy."

The smirk grew, "Am I?" he said in mock surprise.

"Yes. Kindly move." She requested, her confidence slowly starting to waver, his lack of insults was starting to freak her out.

He took a step forward, now only inches away, "I am terribly sorry," he told her, a slight hint of sarcasm hiding in his tone.

Hermione could feel the heat radiating through his clothes, her breathing quickened as did her heart rate as his right hand moved to her neckline, before it drifted lazily down her chest, across her stomach and over the waist band of her skirt before heading lower.

"I am no longer in your path." He whispered huskily in her ear before he was gone.

Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Bastard." She muttered as she headed towards the Quidditch pitch.

*~*~*

Malfoy smirked as he walked off down the corridor, halting when he passed a mirror, fiddling with his hair his smirk became a smug one as he thought of her reaction to him, the way her breathing had increased double time. He knew it wasn't much but it was a start, he also knew that it was only a matter of time before she was his. At that thought he dragged himself away from his reflection and began to walk again.

He was to wrapped up in his, 'I'm the best.' thoughts to notice that Pansy was heading right for him.

"Draaaaccco!" She squealed as she trotted over.

Malfoy jumped and then did a very good impression of a deer caught in headlights, and froze.

"Give me some sugar, sweetheart!"

It was then that Draco proved he was no Bambi, he promptly regained control of his limbs and did what any other red-blooded male would have done in the same situation.

He ran.

And fast, he spun round and tore off in the opposite direction, skidded round a corner and dove into the boys toilets, knowing that not even Pansy would follow him in there. Sighing he leant against the wall next to the sinks, breathing heavily, trying to recover from a very close call.

"Malfoy?"

For the second time in five minutes Draco was startled and jumped, turning he was met with the unpleasant sight of a smirking Harry Potter.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" he queried in a mock apologetic voice.

Draco just glared at him, turning he leant against a sink and stared at his reflection. "Shouldn't you be at Quidditch practice, Potter." he growled out, his voice dripping with venom.

Harry threw the paper towel he had been drying his hands with in the bin, "Not that it's any of your business, but I'm on my way there now, Ferret boy."

Malfoy gave him a death glare and stalked out of the toilets, slamming the door behind him. He was in no mood to come up with some form of scathing response. As the doors slam reverberated around him, a smirk appeared on his face, he realized that he had not seen Potter's wand. Halting in his tracks, he turned and locked the door.

'I think I'll go watch the Quidditch Practice.' he thought to himself, 'It should be rather ... interesting.'

With that thought he jogged down the stairs to the sound of Harry banging on the door and calling him a variety of things that would have made even Satan blush.

*~*~*

The next three weeks drifted by with an excruciating slowness. Nothing even remotely interesting had happened since that afternoon that Malfoy had locked Harry in the boy's toilets. Incidentally, if you're wondering, Harry missed that Quidditch Practice.

And it took them a while to figure out where he was.

Four and a half hours to be exact. It then took a further hour to get the door open again.

The entire school's Slytherin population found it hilarious, in fact, so had the rest of the school, including the Gryffindor's, though they never let Harry know, even Ron and Hermione had to bite their tongues to stop themselves from laughing whenever they passed the offending toilets.

Hermione was still suffering from that dream; it tormented her every single night. At this moment she was stood staring at the door to the library, she had done her best not to go near the place, at least not without the back up of Harry, Ron or sometimes Ginny. But this time it was unavoidable, Harry and Ron were enthralled in a chess match and Ginny was nowhere to be found and she really needed this book, so here she was, staring at the door handle like it was some kind of living creature that was going to bite her head off the moment she touched it.

'Oh come on you daft cow.' she scolded herself. 'It's just a stupid dream and nothing is going to happen ... but head to the section with the biggest and heaviest books ... just in case.'

With a deep sigh she opened the door and peered in.

Nothing.

Well nothing except a lot of books obviously, but that goes without saying since it is a library after all. Anyway, smiling at her own daftness she wandered into the library, leaving the door open.

'That's odd,' she pondered, 'I wonder where the librarian is...' her train of thought was cut short by the door to the library slamming shut. Gasping, Hermione spun round and was met with the sight of a smirking blonde Slytherin.

"Malfoy, you bastard." she breathed, "You scared the living daylights out of me!"

"Really. I couldn't tell."

"Look, if you don't mind, I need to look for a book." she sighed turning, she was about to walk off when she felt him grab hold of her wrist and spin her round to face him. He did so with such force that she collided with the warmth of his chest. Pushing herself away and fighting the flush that threatened her cheeks she struggled to get out of his tight grip.

"Let go of me!" she hissed.

"Uh, no." He said pulling her back to him.

"Please."

"No."

Oh well, it was worth a shot.

"What do you want, anyway?" as soon as the words left her mouth she regretted them, especially when she saw one eyebrow rise ever so slightly.

"Good question." he mused, not loosening his grip. "But I think you already know the answer."

Hermione swallowed, heavily. "If I did…" she struggled a bit again, "I wouldn't have asked you, would I?"

He shrugged, but didn't answer; instead he used his grip on her wrist to push her back against a bookcase.

Getting nervous, Hermione asked him again. "What do you want, Malfoy."

He stared at her, his ice grey eyes sending a shiver down her spine, the nice kind. "You really want me to answer that?"

"Um, yes." she whispered very slowly, not quite sure whether she did or not.

Malfoy looked thoughtful for a second, his grip on her wrist lessened and she thought he was about to answer her when instead he did something that she wasn't expecting.

He kissed her.

Hermione did her best to bite back a soft moan as she felt his lips crush onto hers. She thought about pushing him away, but for some reason her arms were not co-operating, in fact they were doing the opposite and were pulling him closer. She felt him smirk against her mouth and decided to just yell at him, bless her the naive cow. But of course the moment she opened her mouth his tongue was in there like a squirrel up a tree, or a ferret up a drain pipe, depends how you look at it. At the sensation of his tongue against hers, every tiny drop of resistance fell out of her like a pissed man out of a taxi on Guy Fawkes Night. ((Ok, no more metaphors, I promise)). It was then that she said something that made her blood run cold. She heard herself moan gently into the kiss, three words that would haunt her forever.

I… Want... You...

He broke away the kiss and watched her with a perfectly sexy smirk, (and slightly ruffled hair). "I knew it," he whispered huskily.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. "You son of a..." but she was cut short by his hand which promptly covered her mouth.

"Meet me here, tomorrow at 9pm, and..." he paused and moved closer and dropped his head to whisper in her ear. "I'll give you some terrible thrills."

The way he said it affected her more than what he said since she wasn't one hundred percent sure what he meant by 'terrible thrills' but as he moved away and headed to the door she found her voice once again.

"You little fuck. What makes you think I'll come? Who the Hell do you think you are, anyway?!"

He smirked, his hand on the door handle. "I'm a Malfoy. And we always get what we want." Turning, he opened the door, just before he walked out he looked at her again, still leant against the bookcase.

"Always."

*~*~*

*dramatic musak* Will she? Won't She? Do you care? Well you should.

Anyways, I wanna apologise for this taking so long I had writers block of Berlin Wall size *sigh* but I got there in the end with quite a bit of help from both my sister and our beta.

Well, what did you think, hmmmm?? Don't just sit there .. click that 'ickle button and let me know whether to just stop and go live in a cave to save the world from my atrocious writings .. or should it keep going?? It is up to you.....