Legality Thinger: I don't own them, they aren't mine, go awaaaay! I don't like men in white coats!! *sob*

ps: thanks, VampireHunter!

ch 2

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"Draco, I mean it, if you don't give me my wand back, I'll..."

"Get McGonagall? Or Potty and Weasel?" He chuckled derisively.

"Maybe. They wouldn't want to see a Head Boy act up, now, would they?"

Draco thought for a second. He was beginning to think that if he played his cards right, he and Hermione could get a little thing going. Sure, he hated Mudbloods, but it wasn't like he loved the bitch. Pansy was beginning to get extremely boring, and she had Draco convinced that there was absolutely no brain in that head of hers. Hermione, though...what a mind.

He'd never really loved anyone, not truly. Not even his mother. Definitely not his father, whom he harbored a deep resentment against. Every partner was the same: they'd have sex as often as she let him, and then normally the girl would want to go to sleep so that the next morning she could be all rested to tell everyone within earshot she'd slept with him. It was a major annoyance. And he wanted a girl who wouldn't want to sleep after. He enjoyed pillow talk, and sadly got almost none of it. The girls who did talk bored him to death with talks of nailpolish, other men (a very hated subject), and hair.

Hermione saw the flicker of deep thought in him, and took the opportunity to take back her wand.

"Hah!" she held it up triumphantly.

Draco gave himself a mental slap. Damnit, he let her get ahead of him. But he could still recover. He grabbed her chin and kissed her, hard.

"Hah." he turned and stalked off toward Arithmancy, leaving Hermione stunned beyond belief.

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Now Hermione didn't know what to think. There were many thoughts pummeling her brain. She liked the kiss. She didn't like it. She wanted more, but then again, no, she didn't. This was Draco Malfoy, the boy that she and her best friends have loathed ever since the beginning of Hogwarts! The one who would become a Death Eater, most likely, and be at Voldemort's right hand. And she wanted to kiss him! Hell, she wanted to do more than kiss him.

Her stomach felt as if someone had punched it and then weighed it down with a shotput ball. And she could feel those eyes on her back. Those piercing, cold eyes, ones that could in the same minute seem murderous and then gentle. He confused her.

Then again, she'd always had a thing for bad boys...Viktor Krum was from the Dark school Durmstrang, wasn't he? And there was a boy in France who introduced her to cigarettes and the like...but she wasn't even going to entertain that thought.

Hermione turned around, the feel of the eyes on her back irritating her beyond belief.

"What do you want?" she hissed at the rather smug-looking Slytherin sitting behind her.

"Oh, darling, I'm sure you know." He gave a wink that made her heart skip a few beats.

He felt a certain part of him stir at the now-common blush on her cheeks. She was embarrassed, and it excited him. Nothing like getting her hot and bothered. She'd be a challenge. And oh, how he loved challenges.

Hermione was itching to get out of class, which was very unusal for her. She felt like just him looking at her was in a way dirty, and she felt a terrible urge to sink into the marvellous bathroom in her Head Girl chambers and scrub every inch of her body till it was red.

She had no such luck, though. Foolishly, she waited till everyone was gone, asking the Professor a question so that everyone would be on their way. Everyone knew Hermione wanted things explained in depth.

Once she thought it safe, she bade the Professor good day and walked determinedly out of the class.

A smooth, silky hand closed firmly on her wrist and pulled her into a nook in the stone wall. With a gasp she found herself two inches away from Draco's spotless, pallid face.

"Nice trick, darling." he smiled like the devil he was. She swore he could have had horns and a pointed tail. Then, his soft lips touched hers, and recieved a quick nip from Hermione's teeth.

"Aghh, what was that for, bitch?"

"First, you're harassing me."

"You want it. I know you do, and don't deny it." his gaze was stone. She said nothing, just thought.

"Secondly, you called me a bitch."

"You bit me." he said. "What, was I supposed to say 'Oh yeah, honey sweet lumpykins, fucking bite me!" he looked at her incredulously, and she saw he had a point.

"The biting doesn't come till later, sweet." his tongue ran over his lips. Hah. In her mind, there wouldn't be a later. Malfoy was Malfoy, and there was no way she'd let him kiss her again.

No matter how hot it made her.

"Malfoy, you rotten prick, let me out of here or I'll scream."

"My name?" he asked hopefully.

"You're disgusting."

"If I wasn't, I wouldn't be myself, darling." he stroked her cheek and then went in for another kiss. Quickly, her head turned and he got her jawbone.

"Damnit, woman. Quit being so goddamn stubborn."

Then she felt his hand groping under her skirt. She opened her mouth to scream, but was silenced not only by his strong hand clamped over it, but also by the other hand roaming around places even she hadn't touched, save with a washcloth.

A little moan and shudder escaped the muffling of his hands, and Draco thought it was the sexiest sound in the world.

"I told you, you want it. I'm going to give it to you."

And he did, building her up and up with his skilled fingers till she let out a long moan and tightened her thighs around his wrist, shaking uncontrollably.

"I'll owl you after dinner, darling." He kissed her scarlet cheeks, and then gently touched his lips to hers while rearranging her skirt.

Still in shock, she watched as he performed these little, but alarmingly sweet tasks, and she watched him pick up his back and jauntily throw it over his shoulder, singing something as he walked down the hall toward his next class.

She slid down the wall and gathered her stuff about her. Whoa. She had never, ever, let anyone even think of touching her that way, and yet she didn't even try to stop Malfoy.

Maybe you didn't want to. a little voice in her head murmured. That was ludicrous. He was vile, rotten scum. There would definitely be a bath after dinner tonight. Fuck the owl, she wouldn't answer it.

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The bath had a scent of coconut and vanilla, and Hermione had bubbles up to her chin. Sometimes baths were the only thing that comforted her in times of trouble. They eased her stress.

She chuckled sardonically. The first day of school and she had way too much on her mind. And for once, it wasn't homework. All her thoughts, no matter how much she tried to push them away, focused on Draco. He made her feel amazing. And she felt a slight tugging that maybe she should do the same, as sort of a thank you.

How formal she was being. Another sarcastic laugh, and Hermione stood up and got out of the tub, grabbing her robe. The sparkling water disappeared and the tub looked good as new.

Walking on the thick red carpet of her room, she noticed there was an envelope leant up against a pile of books. It said her name on it in scratchy, narrow writing. Walking up, puzzled, she opened it.

Hermione-

Go out of your portrait hole at midnight. I hope you know an Invisibility charm.



Kisses and bites,

Draco

There was no way she was going. No fucking way. A faint mew came from her bed, and she turned to see Crookshanks with a pleading look on his face.

"What, you think I should go?"

The cats amber eyes didn't change expression.

"To that disgusting, perverted-"

"Meeeowwww..."

She stared dumbfounded at the cat. He looked intent on getting her out of that door at midnight.

"No way, Crookshanks. You realize what could happen? I'm not a pureblood, if his dad found out..." She went to go sit on the bed, but Crookshanks batted at her legs.

"Hey! Stop! You're supposed to be loyal to me, not to Malfoy."

Crookshanks wouldn't let her even sit there, and whenever she so much as moved toward it his ears went back and he growled.

"Okay, you know what? Fine. Fine. I'll do it. You're the only one who seems to think its good for me. Good for me to get knocked up by a Slytherin who probably called Voldemort "uncle"." she scolded and sighed, annoyed at the bundle of ginger fur, who was purring loudly now that she had agreed to his plan.

"You'll be the end of me, cat."

At midnight she climbed out of the portrait hole, invisible to everyone snogging in the common room under a spell she found in an old Spellbook in Diagon Alley. Bumping into something, she heard an "Oof!" to match her own, and knew that she had found Malfoy.

"Where are we going?" she whispered with a glance at the Fat Lady, who was snoring loudly and drooling a bit on her shoulder. They wouldn't be heard.

"Follow me."

"How'm I supposed to? I can't see you."

"Hmm...here, try and see if you can grab my hand."

She blindly groped around in the darkness and got a hold of something.

"Mmm, thats not my hand. But do keep going, it feels rather nice."

With a gasp, she let go. "Malfoy!"

"I'm only kidding. It was my hand." she felt his invisible fingers wrap around her own. They comforted her a bit, and then her heart raced because she was breaking school rules and they were probably (knowing Malfoy) going someplace forbidden.

"I'm thinking I might just sneak you into my bedroom, and then if caught we can say we had Head Boy and Girl matters to discuss. Think about it, the Halloween feast is in a month or so." he whispered to her.

"Get caught? How far do you plan to go, Malfoy?" she gulped.

"Don't worry your pretty head about it."

They turned a corner, and began the long descent into the Hogwarts dungeons.