Title: Firefly

Chapter 10: Cruel Intentions

Author: Kitty Malfoy

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A/N: Hey! Ok, ya know what? SCREW FINALS! I feel like writing. Now, we have a serious issue to address. Yes, we have an idiot amongst us. They shall remain nameless, *Coughcough*Snosnowangel*Coughcough* . This...word for word since I copied and pasted it, is there review : it's a really good stroy so far, but can you please add alot more action? Grrr.

1)First, if you were referring to action as in dueling, explosions, etc. This isn't that kind of fic. I even labeled it as a R-O-M-A-N-C-E!

2) Second, if you're referring to the "action" involving major smoochies - I HAVEN'T GOTTEN THERE YET! I'm basically following the movie plotline, and they haven't screwed like bunnies yet! Jesus! Rent the movie!

3) Third, if you're going to insult my story, you're insulting me and you could at least insult me correctly! Don't insult if you can't spell that insult!!! If you can't even spell story or a lot WHICH IS 2! WORDS! maybe you shouldn't be giving people advice on their writing!

Phew! I feel a lot better now.

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On the south side of the club lay the darkest corner of Hell's Gates. In that corner there was a shadowed booth. And in that booth sat Draco Malfoy. If his mood was a painting it would be as dark and shadowed as his surroundings.

His long, pale fingers drummed upon the tabletop. The loud, bass music thrummed and throbbed inside his skull, but his mind was on other things.

He ran a shaking hand through his platinum blonde hair and sighed. His silver eyes became shuttered as the lids descended, and he closed his eyes.

Leaning back, he let himself sink into the plush leather of seat. In the gloom, his thoughts fixed on one girl.

Hermione Granger.

"Hermione Granger..." he muttered.

This bet was getting out of hand. He was starting to feel more. Past his lust for the conquer was a weak emotion that struggled; as stubborn as a Gryffindor, to be realized.

Draco realized exactly what the emotion was; but, like Hermione, he refused to believe it or even consider it any longer. Pushing the helpless emotion to the back of his mind he glared at himself.

"Get it together," he ordered under his breath. He slid out of the booth and swung his cloak about his shoulders. His confusion morphed to anger and he stalked out of the club with a scowl on his features.

~*~

Hermione put her finished homework back into her knapsack and stretched her arms above her head. Her back cracked and she sighed in comfort. Adjusting her fluffy Gryffindor robe she walked over to the common room's small refrigerator and began to hunt for food. Letting out a whoop of victory she closed the fridge door with her foot and headed towards the kitchen section of the common room.

Unscrewing her sparkling water it popped and fizzed. As the carbonated foam neared the top she sipped at it carefully. Hermione's nose wriggled impishly as a tingly feeling rose into it. Setting it back down she grabbed the remote and switched on the telly.

A sappy soap opera appeared on the screen and she made a face. She changed the channel. A movie. She clicked the 'Info' button on the controller and the description popped up on the flat screen.

"Cruel Intentions..." she read aloud. Her eyes skipped around skimming over the lines. "Ooh! Ryan Phillipe!" She closed the box just as the title and opening credits came across the screen. She propped her long legs up on the breakfast table and got herself comfy. Pulling the half- gallon of 'Chocolate Mint' ice cream, which she had earlier retrieved, into her lap, she grabbed a spoon and dug in.

~*~

Draco walked into the common room and threw his cloak on the couch. The faint noise of the television intrigued him and he peered around the decorative wall-space. Hermione was in the kitchen. She was kneeling on the seat of the breakfast booth and her torso was lying on the table. Her head was propped up on her fists and she was staring animatedly at the television. He sat down nest to her on the table. Hermione felt herself flushing before he had even said a word. To mask her embarrassment she gulped down the last of her sparkling water.

"Is that the sparkling water that you've had in the fridge for ages?" he asked.

"Mm hmm."

"But I thought you were saving that for when you got-"

Hermione gave him a look.

"Oh." He raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything else on the subject. Instead, he grabbed the melting, half-gallon of ice cream from where it had been sitting by Hermione's elbow.

So what are we watching at 12:30 at night?" he asked with a smirk. He turned slightly at the waist and looked around for something. Hermione rolled her eyes, though the action was pointless as he was not looking at her, and pulled her spoon out of her mouth; where she had been sucking on it.

"Cruel Intentions."

"Nice," he commented, turning back to her. He smirked devilishly again and grabbed the spoon out of her hand and scooped out some ice cream for himself. She growled at him, but rather than the scathing retort she'd had planned she found herself filling him in on what had already happened so far. He seemed a bit surprise at her lack of fighting, but surprisingly, to both Hermione AND Draco, he stretched out next to her on the table.

There was barely enough room on the wood surface, but they seemed to make due with a minimal amount of body contact. As they passed the 'Chocolate Mint' back and forth throughout the movie the sugary goodness shot straight to her brain making Hermione giddy and slightly lightheaded. It was a much different feeling than the 6+ Butterbeers had caused; but, like being drunk, rational and reasonable Hermione was pushed aside and ignored. Responsible Hermione struggled to be heard, but she had no control any longer over her body or emotions.

"You know what this movie reminds me of?" Draco asked during commercial. His lips were right next to her ear, and his velvety voice made her heart beat wildly against her chest. Due to her sugar high she hadn't noticed how close they had gotten. They were practically on top of each other and Hermione had to lean her head back when she turned to face him to keep from knocking heads.

"What?"

"Us. I mean, we've even said some of these lines..."

She looked at him for a moment, her hazel eyes scrutinizing him. Draco returned her gaze with an impassive look as he waited for her to speak. Her face broke into a lopsided grin and she giggled. "You can't be serious?" she joked. She started laughing so hard she was hiccuping. Her mirth was abruptly silenced by his lips on hers.

The passionate heat from their bodily connection flooded through her veins setting every part of her on fire until she thought she would burst into flames. Her heart rammed into her chest like a dog on a leash trying to break free; and the leash was about to snap. She was pushed onto her back. As Draco kneeled on top of her, her hands burrowed into his hair and pulled him closer. Yearning for more contact her legs spread and wrapped around his. She pulled his face painfully forward onto hers and he fell on top of her.

The small table rocked and swayed underneath their movements and weight. The creaking and cracking of the strained wood was drowned out by their combined moans. Their tongues dueled inside their mouths, neither one backing down from the struggle. Draco bit down on her lower lip and she gasped in surprise. Instantly his tongue was inside her mouth exploring wildly. Her body arched upwards in pleasure, but he pushed her back down. His hands mimicked his tongue and ran wildly up and down her sides.

The table groaned in warning and then it collapsed. Draco and Hermione went with it; their bodies tangled together. They clawed at each other desperately; their bodies screaming in withdrawal. Hermione was pressed up against the side of the booth by Draco's strong hands. His kiss moved from her mouth down her jaw to her neck and then her shoulder.

Then he stopped, and pulled away. Hermione opened her eyes to see him staring at her. His hands were on her thighs and he was barely and arm's length away from her body. Her mind screamed in protest to the sudden ceasing of action, but she immediately knew what she had to do. She bit her lip, though the familiar habit did nothing to calm her raging mind.

As she thought about what she was about to do she tried to think about the pros and the cons. But not even 'reasonable Hermione' could help her now - she was in want of it as well. Her heart had made up its mind before her brain had, and her hand moved down to the ties of her robe. They moved with their own will and untied the knot that held her robe together. The soft, fuzzy maroon cloth drifted apart revealing the smooth, creamy flesh of her stomach.

He stared at her exposed skin. His mouth gaped open and Hermione allowed herself a shy smirk. His mouth moved as if he was trying to find his voice. When he finally found it he couldn't stop stuttering. "I-I-I...I- I...I c-c.can't! I can't." He stumbled away from her and got to his feet.

Pain and confusion and hurt lanced through her body and she felt that she couldn't find her voice even though her mouth was open. She pulled her robe back together and tied it, her eyes brimming with tears.

"I'm sorry..." He breathed. Hermione couldn't bring herself to look at him. Her hand moved to her mouth and she squeezed her eyes shut against the tears. She could hear the shifting of boards as Draco made his retreat. His door closed and Hermione let out a sob. She leaned against the booth completely drained of any strength. She couldn't do anything but cry.

The tears streamed down her face. Sobs and waves of anguish wracked her petite body. She curled into a ball amongst the rubble with unceasing cries. The tears slid down her freckled cheeks and dropped onto her bare knees. She welcomed the salty taste of her tears if only to drive away His taste.

It was a long time before she made it to bed.

~*~

Draco wakes up to see Pansy sitting on his bed looking down at him. He sits up. Pansy grins and lounges out on the green silk covers. "So how'd it go?"

"If you're asking if I nailed her the answer is no."

"She shot you down." Pansy reasoned with a grin.

"Exactly the opposite."

Pansy looked perplexed. "So, what went wrong?"

Draco ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know. She was sitting there, ready to do it, but I-I was...I just didn't feel right about it.

Pansy's mouth dropped open and she fixed her eyes on him. "You're telling me you had the chance to fuck her and you didn't," She laughed. "Boy are you a chump."

Draco growled. He wouldn't let Pansy knock him down - the little whore. "A momentary lapse of judgement, soon to be rectified." He climbed out of bed and put on his pants. He starts out the door when Pansy calls out to him.

"If you're heading towards her room, you won't find her." She said in a superior tone. She idly wrapped a lock of sun-blonde hair around her index finger. Draco whirled around.

"Where is she?"

Pansy gave him an innocently surprised look. "You don't know?" A large smile spread across her face. "She left fifteen minutes ago."

Draco grabbed Pansy by the shoulders and shook her violently. "Where'd she go?"

Pansy looked thoughtful and her speech was slow and deliberate. "Let's see. She apologized to Dumbledore and asked for her room to be moved to the Gryffindor Tower." She paused, letting her words sink in. "You blew it, Draco. That girl has come to her senses and she will never go near you again."

Draco lets go of her and backs up. "We'll see about that"

~*~

A group of students start up the stairs leading towards the Gryffindor Tower. Hermione is among them. Having made several trips back and forth to move her things all she had now was her knapsack. She sighs and looks up.

At the top of the staircase stands Draco.

Hermione stoops in her tracks and looks up at him. Her uncertainty is mirrored on her pale face, and she hesitated in her ascent. She looked up at Draco's impassive face and watched as it turned into his trademark smirk. She let her bag slid off her shoulder and drop to the ground. Her heart started to pound again as she ran to him and they embraced. They kiss they shared was just a preview of what was to come.

~*~

Draco stirred and sighed. He stretched out his arms with a yawn and opened his eyes. Hermione was sitting on the window seat watching him. Her arms were wrapped around her chest holding up the sheet that was wrapped around her. Her honey-brown hair was tousled and framed her heart- shaped face. The rays of light shining through the window outlined her still body with a golden hue.

"Morning," She said with a smile. Draco grinned crookedly at her and sat up in her bed. He held out a hand. She hopped down off the window seat and took it. Draco pulled her down next to him on nuzzled her neck. Hermione grinned, but then her face goes slack and she sits bolt upright. "Harry!"

~*~

Harry and Ron were sitting down in the common playing a game of Wizards Chess when they heard a door close upstairs. They both looked up to see Hermione coming down the stairs. She looked utterly nervous and she kept chewing on her lower lip. With quick steps she made her way over to the pair.

"Harry. I need to talk to you alone." She said.

Harry's eyes were fixed on the chessboard as he calculated his next move. "I'm kind of in the middle of something, 'Mione. Can't you just say it here?"

Hermione paled and she looked as if she was gonna faint. "Um...ok." Stiffly, she sat down on the coach and braced herself. Her fingers dug into the cushions of the sofa and she counted to ten in her head. "Idon'tthinkweshouldseeeachotheranymore." She said in a rush. She squeezed her eyes shut and braced herself for Harry's reply. No one said anything for the longest time.

Slowly she opened her eyes and looked at them. Ron looked like he was frozen. His expression was one of shock and he held his knight suspended in midair. Harry's emerald eyes were fixed on hers and she felt herself quake. "Are you dumping me?" He asked, making sure he had heard her correctly.

Hermione didn't directly answer. It sounded to harsh to just say yes, so she danced around the question. "I'm really sorry Harry..."

He held up a hand stopping her. He nodded slowly as if finally coming to grips with what Hermione's declaration implied. He breathed in slowly than looked back at her. "Is it someone else?"

Again, she didn't answer directly. "I think I'm in love, Harry. I-"

"Just answer the question, Hermione."

She nodded, "Yes. Yes it is someone else." She looked at Ron to see his reaction but he was still frozen with shock and confusion. Harry perceived her look to imply something else and he gaped at her.

"But, I thought you and Ron-"

"What?!" She exclaimed, "It's not Ron. It's-well it's...um...you see it's-"

A door closed, and the trio looked at the top of the stairs.

"It's me."

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Hey! R & R! I love you all to pieces! I have semesters next week; so I don't know when I'm going to be able to update, but at least I'm not gonna leave in suspense, right? Lol. Have a Happy Christmas, a Merry Hanukkah, and a jolly Kwanzaa!

Kitty Malfoy (^ ^)