Maybe Tomorrow ~hotsleekeyz~

Chapter 3 It's Him

Malfoy sat on the couch without saying a word. I was still on the floor and I felt like talking.

"I am leaving and there's no point for you to stop me. I know you don't want this so before you strangle me to death, I'm out of here"

I waited for his reply but nothing came. At least he could have told me that I shouldn't be there in the first place!

"Aren't you going to talk?", I asked furiously, seemingly irritated with his silence. It's not Malfoy if he wasn't talking his ass off.

"Shhhhh. . . I'm letting it sink. I'm still sober", he replied.

//What nerve! All this time he was actually considering spending the night with me!//

"You're sick!"

"Maybe I am"

"No, you ARE"

"Okay, I'm getting it". Malfoy shook his head. His sight must have started to fail him.

"Getting what?"

//I think I should leave now. . . on second thoughts, I'M LEAVING!//

The ugly ferret started to walk towards me and I started to run for it. I froze in the middle of it and felt that I was being levitated backwards.

I suddenly felt his arms around my waist. I felt his length from behind.

He whispered in my ear. I must have frozen under his warm breath. I never reacted like that to any man who whispered something to me.

"How are you with Fletchley?", he asked. I replied, "Why would you ask?". "I want to know"

//Why would he want to know?//

"You wouldn't care about anything that concerns me"

"Maybe I would"

"Then why would you?"

"I want to know who I'm sleeping with tonight"

"In case you've forgotten, I'm your Mudblood"

"I like the sound of it"

"Of what?", I asked innocently.

"That you're mine"

"I didn't tell you that!"

"You just did"

He placed a wet kiss on my neck. His tongue had a taste of my skin. Honestly, it felt good, great even, but it was wrong.

"Malfoy, let me go this instant. We aren't doing this. My memory is good as it always was and I haven't forgotten the fact that I hate you and you hate me"

"I still do"

"Then stop it!"

I tried to struggle free but he clung on tighter. I tried to step on his feet but he didn't wince one bit.

"Maybe Zabbini's right. It would be fun for us to be together in bed"

He placed his right hand on my left breast. He cupped it gently and fondled it. It was good, that I felt myself getting hot. . . not to mention that his erection was hard behind me.

"I don't love you", I tried to say as I was enjoying his caring hand on my bosom.

"You don't have to"

Malfoy continued his work as his other hand found its way underneath my shirt. I didn't protest. I was liking it---though I knew I could still fight it.

"I don't get laid if I don't love the person. You know that. Besides---"

I stopped talking as he took his lips over the side of my neck again. I tried to finish my sentence as convincing as I could. "--- Idon'thaveagoodreasontodothiswithyou"

Phew! That took a lot of willpower to muster! Malfoy was damn good!

"Tell your friends that you love to hate me. That could be reason enough, couldn't it?"

Malfoy trailed his fingers on my stomach. I must have gasped twice. My abdomen also contracted. Malfoy had a way with his hands. . . they were indeed skillful.

"But you're disgusted with me"

"Not really"

I succumbed to him. My knees fell weak and I fit myself perfectly in his arms. It amazed me how we molded with each other as if we were one and the same.

My hands seemed to control themselves. My left hand searched for his left hand and I covered his with mine. My other hand held his cold, pale cheek while he was down kissing me at my jaw line. I didn't want to talk anymore but he spoke to ask me a question I wouldn't like to answer.

"You like this don't you?", then he continued to nibble on my earlobe.

I couldn't answer. Goddamn I was enjoying it. He was good at foreplay, unlike Ron. Malfoy wanted to catch me unattended, but I'm not letting him.

"Hmmmm. . .", I tried to sound, not giving him the benefit of an answer.

Maybe he was expecting me to say 'yes' that he went lower. . . his left hand went down to my thigh, with my hand still on top of his. I stopped his hand from going any lower as my breathing was already deep. . . but expecting.

He didn't stop. Malfoy caressed on my inner thigh and electricity went through my nerves. I didn't just like what he was doing. . . I loved it.

"I know you want this Granger. You've been curious how my skin feels when it comes into contact with yours". His voice was deep and masculine. . . I was intoxicated with his smell, his voice, and his touch.

"Oh Malfoy, it's getting hot. . ." I groaned. He was driving me insane and the hate I had for him seemed to vanish.

I touched my neck and felt sweat on it. I never expected the ferret to affect me that much. Then I felt his hands on my shoulder. . . he fondled them and slowly took off my robe. He whispered, "Is this any help?" I replied in confusion, "No. . .it's still hot". It was good I had my back on him so that he wouldn't have an idea how I act under such PRESSURE.

In a matter of seconds, my gray top was removed. I was left with my white shirt and skirt.

"Still hot aren't you? It amuses me how fast you get turned on. . . not as fast as Pansy though"

"I don't usually get turned on fast like this"

"Then you do enjoy this"

"This is something I hate to do with you but maybe I'll love it soon enough"

He turned me around very gently and our eyes met. I felt shy the moment he looked at me but he cupped my chin and slowly lifted my head. He stared at me. . .There was no hint of an arrogant, cocky Draco Malfoy. I must admit, I was mesmerized at his stare, but I couldn't return his look much more. I shifted my vision to anything else but his eyes. . .they were way too intoxicating. . .

Malfoy leaned in but he didn't kiss me. Our noses touched kindly and our lips were barely an inch away. We were breathing each other. We were too close that I felt his steady heartbeats on my chest that touched his. He was still staring at me as my eyes wandered on every inch of his flushed skin on his cheeks.

"You know why I hate you?", he asked me in a caring whisper. I replied at once. "Because I'm a muggleborn"

"Maybe, but only Father believes in that. I was just putting up our reputation as purebloods"

I was shocked. I had to think of any more reason why he hates me. I wouldn't let him win this. " maybe because I'm a friend of Harry and Ron's". He answered quickly. "Yes, you may be friends with them but I don't really care"

"Malfoy, I couldn't think of anything else. . . ummm. . . maybe because I beat you in class"

"That's totally fine with me. I don't really study so I don't care"

"You don't?" "Not at all"

"Then I guess the reason why you hate me is very personal. I couldn't think of anything more"

"Indeed, it's personal, but I'll tell you. I had this girlfriend before. . . my first"

"I didn't expect you ever had a girlfriend"

We were still in our private space as he took his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. I had nothing else to do so I took my arms around his neck and I enjoyed the closeness we had.

"She was my first. I never had another one after her"

"Figures. . . you have most of the girls around here in your hands. You wouldn't need one"

"I need you. . ."

My heart skipped a beat. What was Malfoy talking about?

"You know I'm with Justin"

"Yes"

"Then forget about this! I'm leaving". I pulled away and I took my clothes from the floor.

//So there goes my sexual frustration! I thought I was having it with the most handsome student in Hogwarts. Now, I could say that easily. I already admitted my 'intoxication' for him anyways//

I was taking the run for it when I felt his arms around me.

It didn't feel right anymore. . . I was having a connection with him. . . something deeper than being enemies.

//I have to resist him. I love Justin. I know he doesn't want me to do this. I have to go. . . Hermione, get yourself out of this place this instant. . .before you completely fall for him. . .//

"Malfoy. . ." I felt tears running down my cheeks when I heard a sob. . . he was crying. Draco Malfoy was crying.

"Granger, please stay. I long wanted to tell you this---". A hard nudge from my elbow met his stomach. I didn't want to hear him plead.

//I shouldn't be weak now not to resist him//

"Granger, I want you to stay. I'll tell you the real reasons behind my actions---why I always snap at you and make you feel like nothing of another wizard like us. . . it's you. . . you looked like my girlfriend"

I stopped to struggle. I didn't know how to react exactly.

"Well, I'm not her!"

"I know! But please, stay for the night. Help me ease my pain of losing her. . ."

"Losing her?"

"Yes. . . Father took her captive without my knowledge and after months of searching for her, I found her dead at he back of the Malfoy Manor. She was a muggle too. . . just like you. . ."

If there was anything wrong at that moment, it was my feelings for him.

I felt sorry for Malfoy. But could I play his little game and be the girlfriend he once had?

He spoke again. "She looked exactly like you. She spoke like you. And when I lost her, I thought she lived through you. That's the reason why I hate you. I tried to fight the feelings I had for you. I'm afraid Father would kill you if he had the hint. That's the reason why I acted indifferently. . . I love you. . ."

I turned around to face him.

//Now, I will look straight into his eyes. Maybe I can do this. . . for him//

"Okay, I'll stay but it's just for the night. Nothing will go beyond tonight"

Malfoy nodded in a morose manner. I didn't expect him to reply but he did.

"Why can't you stay tomorrow night? The next nights even?"

"Malfoy, I'm not a prostitute"

"Then love me just as I love you"

"I can't"

"Fletchley?"

"Yes. . . it's him. . ."

~Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns characters, setting, etc. Except: the plot is mine.~

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