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Disclaimer: Although I've wished on my lucky stars every night, I still don't own any of Harry Potter… it all belongs to that wonderful woman JK Rowling… ~sighs~ although, what wouldn't I give to have Draco Malfoy all for my own?
Chapter 3 – Cornered"Oh, shit." She muttered to herself as her brain began to work furiously on trying to find a way to explain this rationally to Malfoy, and get out of there as quickly as possible. She could feel a slow flush rise up through her, and was pretty sure that it was evident on her face.
"Yes, Malfoy, that's mine… now would you please give it back?" she asked him as calmly as she could muster, trying with all her might to suppress her anger and embarrassment.
He laughed, and glanced back down briefly at the page he had been reading, before meeting her eyes once more, and stating, "Oh, but I'm enjoying this… what would you call it?… this fantasy immensely, Granger." He scanned the page once again, adding, "You've got quite a talent… I almost feel as if I'm there… oh but wait, I am!" he added maliciously.
"That's private!" It was becoming harder for her to control her anger. She met his gaze with a fierceness that she didn't think possible. "How dare he?" she though to herself,
"Even better." He replied, his eyes shining wickedly in the dim light of the library. "Damn it, even when I'm mad, his eyes can still get to me." Hermione thought to herself, before rapidly dismissing it.
"Okay, Malfoy, you've had your fun. Now, just give me back my journal and forget you ever saw it." She stretched out her hand as a motion for him to hand it to her. Her got up off the chair he had been sitting in, closed the journal and placed it in her hand. She whisked it away from him and placed it on top of her other books.
"Oh but believe, me Granger," he was still looking at her, and as she turned to look at him, their eyes locked, "my fun has just begun." He made his way slowly over to where she was standing, a mischievous grin playing on his lips and radiating from his eyes. Hermione backed away, and gasped as her back bumped into the solid stone wall behind her. Draco continued to move closer to her, stopping only when his body was mere inches from hers. She was trembling with fear, and, against her own control, a little bit of desire. He was a good 4 inches taller than her, and had put his hands on the wall on either side of her to balance himself as he peered down at her. His gaze pierced her, and she felt as if he was staring right through her eyes into her soul. He moved his face closer to hers, and she resisted closing her eyes.
"I can make all of your fantasies come true…" he whispered, much quieter than before. Hermione shuddered at the feel of his gentle breath so close to her own mouth. Deep down inside, some part of her wanted to feel those burning lips against her own, but she held back. He withdrew from her, and before she could realize what had happened, he was gone.