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Chapter Four
Hermione glared at Draco, unable to comprehend what he had just said to her. 'Did he say he wanted me? And in what way? To hurt or kill, or use me for information? Or did he mean it....No he couldn't have meant it in a sexual way. This was Malfoy she was thinking about. The same Malfoy who had tormented her all the way through Hogwarts, and even during their seventh year, when they worked side by side as Head Boy and Girl. This just couldn't be possible.
"H-Harry and Ron are going be coming around this corner any second, and you can kiss you sorry ass all the way to Azkaban." Hermione tried to sound strong and confident, but obviously it didn't fool Draco.
"Oh, really Hermione? How do you know your precious Harry and Ron aren't in the grip of my, for lack of a better word, co-workers?"

Hermione panicked. Malfoy was right, Harry and Ron could be in danger, and who knew what Malfoy was capable of. She closed her eyes to gather her thoughts, but terror had blocked her mind.

Come on, Hermione, she thought to herself. You're strong; show him what you're made of. Hermione looked up at Draco to see him smirking at her, waiting for her next move.
"Malfoy, let me go," she said, clenching her teeth, and trying to pull herself from Draco's grip. But Malfoy's smirk grew larger, and he tightened his hold on her wrists. Hermione could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.
I'm going to die, she thought. This is it. Malfoy's going to pull out his wand and use Avada Kedavra, or maybe even the Cruciatus curse. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, What am I going to do?

"What's wrong, Mudblood?" Draco asked, feigning concern. "Are you scared? Where has all that Gryffindor courage disappeared to?"

"Go to hell Malfoy!" Hermione shrieked, this time trying viciously to escape from Malfoy, and she was rewarded with his grip leaving her wrists. Draco had to admit that her struggling was turning him on. Unfortunately for Hermione, Draco's arms encircled her waist instead. Hermione shivered under his touch, and then scolded herself. She felt his hand run up and down her back, and this time a chill ran down her spine.
You're pathetic, Granger, she thought, I can't believe I'm turned on by Malfoy.

Draco pulled Hermione even closer, so that there was no room whatsoever between them.

Oh God, he smells good, Hermione thought, inhaling Draco's scent. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply when Draco's soft, full lips met hers.
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? Her mind screamed. But her body moaned for Draco's kisses. His tongue parted her lips and caressed her tongue. It was the most amazing kiss Hermione had ever had. It was passionate and tender at the same time, and Draco's lips were so, so soft. Hermione felt a heated attraction for Malfoy wash over her, and she fell deeper into his kiss, allowing it to become even more passionate.

Hermione's mind tried to warn her that this could all be a trap, that soon she could be transported to the Dark Lord's meeting place, and the torture would begin. But something about the way Draco's hands touched her, and the way his lips caressed hers was telling her body a different story.
He's a Deatheater, He's a Deatheater, He's a Deatheater, her mind scolded. And not only that, he's DRACO MALFOY! Remember him, the one who made you cry?

As Draco's lips moved to Hermione's neck, and she felt his teeth nipping at her skin, she snapped back to reality. She gasped, as though she was realizing for the first time what she had been doing. Hermione shoved Draco away, catching him off guard, and ran for her life.