Chapter Five
"Hermione! Are you alright?!" Ron grabbed a hold of Hermione's wrists and stopped her from running.
"Ron, Harry! Thank Merlin you're okay! Listen, Malfoy's here, and from the sounds of it, he's with a ton of Death Eaters! We have to get out of here now!"
"Hermione, relax! Where did you see Malfoy?" Harry asked, trying to calm Hermione down. She looked like she had been through a lot. Her hair was a mess, and she was trembling all over. And Harry noticed something else...Hermione's lips were swollen, like she had been kissing someone.
"He attacked me, p-pressed me up against a wall, but I got away, which is why we have to leave! Please, let's go!" Hermione was near tears. She didn't want to see Malfoy again tonight. Every time she'd see him now, she'd think of how good of a kisser he was. OH GOD! I can't believe I kissed Malfoy! What would Harry and Ron say?
"Hermione are you okay?" Ron demanded, placing an arm around Hermione's shoulders.

"I'll be fine once we leave. Please, please, let's go!"

"Okay, we're leaving. Just calm down." The two men followed Hermione as she apparated back to the Ministry.
Draco smirked to himself as he watched the trio leave. He had Hermione right where he wanted her, and tonight, she wasn't going to get away. Unfortunately for Hermione, Draco knew exactly where her apartment was.
Hermione sank lower into her bathtub, allowing her hair to soak in the water. She wished she could rinse away the events that had unfolded just a few hours before. She had waited until Harry and Ron walked her home, after she had assured them at least a million times that she was fine, to get her bath.
Hermione wanted to forget about the search, about Draco, and his hands and lips, but she knew that kiss would play over and over in her mind forever. Just thinking about his lips could keep her going for hours, and the feel of his tongue against hers.

How could such an asshole Death Eater be so soft and tender when it came to women? Draco had been very considerate, making sure he hadn't been making her feel uncomfortable. Hermione had deepened the kiss willingly, allowing Draco more access to her mouth. And his hands, stroking her back so slowly, no wonder girls had followed him around like sick puppies at Hogwarts. Draco had given them good reason to.

Groaning, Hermione slipped entirely under the water and stayed under until it was absolutely necessary to resurface. When she did, she heard a noise coming from her livingroom, and froze.

Oh my God. Who the hell is in my apartment? Hermione slipped slowly out of the bath, pulled on her bathrobe, and crept down the hallway, standing outside her livingroom. Someone was definitely in there. Grabbing her wand from her robe pocket, which was hanging in the hall closet, Hermione braced herself and stepped into the room. "MALFOY?" she shrieked, startling the blond Death Eater. He turned, his blue eyes wide with shock, and smirked at Hermione.

"Hey Granger, how's it going?" he asked, stepping closer to her, ignoring the fact she had her wand pointed directly at his throat.

"Don't fucking move Malfoy, or I'll kill you. I promise!" Hermione tried to control her hand, which was trembling like a leaf. Draco knew she was terrified.

"Now, now Granger. Calm down, I'm not here to hurt you." Draco stepped even closer to Hermione, proving his point, that Hermione was to scared to hurt him.

"Why are you here Malfoy?" Hermione demanded, realizing that Draco had lowered her arm, and she had let him.

"I think we both know the answer to that question, don't we Mudblood?" Draco said, lowering his lips so they brushed against Hermione's every time either spoke.

Calling Hermione a Mudblood only angered her more. She shoved him, but he grabbed her wrists and slammed her roughly against the wall. Gasping, Hermione felt tears roll down her cheeks.

"You intrigue me Hermione," Draco whispered. "I'm completely taken by you, and I know you feel the same way."

"Yeah right. When you're best friends with Harry, and Voldemort joins the ballet, then I'll let you fuck me. Now kindly let me go!"

"You haven't seen Tom in the ballet yet? I highly recommend you go see him. He's quite good. I'll take you if you like."

That was it for Hermione. Without thinking she entwined her fingers in his gelled hair, and yanked it down so she could kiss him. She felt Draco push her harder into the wall and moaned. She wasn't going to let him take control. She was going to call the shots, and he didn't like it then..

Hermione's train of thought was shattered when Draco began to kiss her neck, let his tongue trail from her earlobe to her collarbone. Then he kissed his way back up and whispered in her ear.

"Where's the bedroom?" he demanded, scooping her off the floor, and carrying her in his arms down the hall. She leaned forward to kiss him deeply, and forgot to take the lead, so intoxicated by Draco that she let him carry her to the mattress, and finally gave up in trying to be the dominate one. It was quite clear she was going to lose.