Forbidden Passion

Chapter 2

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. No matter how many times I wish I did, I do not own it. But anyway, just PLEASE DON'T SUE ME!

WARNING: SMUT ALERT! Readers, you have been warned.

---------- Flashback----------

It was close to midnight, as Hermione Granger, Head Girl, patrolled the empty hallways of Hogwarts. Well, it wasn't totally empty. There had been many instances where Hermione came across the sight of two lovers indulging themselves in a passionate midnight tryst.

She sighed. She looked at her watch and hurried towards the last corridor for the night.

As she walked towards the dim hallway, a pale hand grabbed her waist and another covered her mouth, slowly engulfing her body into a sea of darkness.

She breathed hard. Her captor, who faced her back, still had not let go of her as she struggled to get free from his grasp. She felt his hard chest on her back and his rhythmic breathing on her neck sending chills through her body.

"Don't scream or I promise you that I'll kill you," whispered the unknown man.

The nervous girl quickly nodded and the pale hand around her mouth, soon found itself on the curve of her hip. She took a huge breath and was about to let out a scream, when the man quickly turned her around and she found herself looking into two very familiar pools of steel gray eyes.

"Draco…" she sighed in relief. Closing her eyes, she regained her composure and was fully aware of his strong arms still around her tiny waist.

She looked at his face, his jaws were tight, his eyes were filled with passion and lust, and his hands seem to grip her hips tighter by the second.

"Let go! Draco it hurts," as she tried pushing his hands away. They didn't budge.

"Do you know what tomorrow is-," he asked hurriedly.

"Of course I do. How can't I? I'm part of it too remember?" she retorted.

"Granger you have to stay in Hogwarts… it's the only safe place for you," his voice mufled, as he buried his face into her thick brown locks.

"Safe?! Do you honestly believe that Voldemort doesn't have plans to attack the castle?!!" Hermione felt his hold loosen and pushed herself away from him.  He looked at her, chest heaving and glared.

"Stop being such a stubborn know-it-all and leave it to Potty and Weasel to save the day!" his voice full of disgust and sarcasm.

"I can take care of myself Malfoy. I would never miss the day, where horrid Deatheaters like you fall to the hands of mudbloods like me."

Her stern brown eyes bore into his as he slowly grasped the meaning of her statement.

His hands gripped her shoulders and pushed her hard into the wall behind. He lowered his head and slightly nipped her ear.

"It's Draco never Malfoy. Remember that," he breathed.

Draco moved his lips downwards and slowly drew out his tongue to lick the exact spot he knew would give him the reaction he wanted.

Hermione slightly moaned. Her eyes shut, unaware of anything else, but the tempting kisses of the man in front of her.

"We shouldn't do this…" she whispered weakly, even she wasn't convinced with her own words. He smirked into her neck and decided to suck on the middle part of her collarbone.

"Nothing ever stopped you before…" he replied triumphantly, after another moan was emitted from Hermione's lips.

He was right. How many times have they been in this position, both ready and willingly to throw away what they've been taught their whole lives, for a few minutes of uninhibited bliss? Countless. It started off as a small kiss in the Heads' Common Room, but soon turned into daily rendezvous of their growing fire for one another.

They still hated each other. Liking each other was never the case. Hell, they certainly didn't love each other.

It was just the pure animalistic need for one another.

They both knew it was wrong and if they were ever caught, both would be shunned by their peers or worse- dead.

"What are you thinking?" he asked her. Again, she slowly looked at his eyes.

"What do you want from me?" she asked back.

He just wanted one simple thing.

Her. And only her.

He didn't answer her, but instead lowered his lips to meet hers. She always tasted sweet, he thought- like raspberries.

He started to suck on her bottom lip. She opened her mouth willingly, as his tongue traced her swollen lips. He explored every contour of her mouth, slightly pressing his tongue into her own.

She reveled in his kisses. Moving her arms deliberately up his chest, she untied the knot in his green tie. By loosening his tie, she was able to expose the sensitive skin of his pale neck as she pulled away from their heated embrace to trail her lips across his jaw and finally to its wanted destination.

He grunted into her ear and pushed his hands to her waste, starting to pull out her white oxford from her skirt.

He pulled away from her, wanting to continue with the undressing of the beautiful woman in front of him.

She would never know that of course. He thought bitterly.

Draco growled low from his throat and dropped her robes in a black puddle of cloth on the castle floor. She stepped back and he pulled her gray sweater above her head. It was thrown in a heap with her robes and was quickly forgotten. And then, he was back to kissing her with his hands roaming over her willing body. Soon, he found his hands underneath her shirt, massaging her intoxicating bare skin beneath his fingers.

She took her arms, which found themselves around his neck and took his hands in hers and brought it up to the top of her oxford.

"Unbutton it Draco," Hermione whispered. He looked at the top of her shirt and then moved up to meet her eyes. Giving her a quick kiss, he started to slowly unbutton her shirt, kissing the growing area of skin exposed after each and every button. This elicited another delicious moan from the Head Girl, who stood almost topless in front of the blonde Slytherin.

She was breathing hard and her eyes were half closed. Only he could do this to her. Make her want him so bad, letting out her hidden needs, which only he could fulfill.

She lunged at him, pushing his back against the opposite wall, capturing his icy lips with hers. She probed his mouth and frantically clawed at tje the barrier of clothing that kept his soft skin away from hers.

She only broke the kiss to pull his annoying green and gray sweater from his taut body. Finally, she abruptly pulled her lips away and feasted her eyes on the masculine glory that was Draco.

He wasn't overly muscular, but as she skimmed his hard chest with her curious fingertips, she could not deny that Quidditch had done his body good.

He looked down at her, smirking and stood their like the arrogant pureblood that he was.

"See anything you like Granger?" She looked up, eyes slightly covered by her dark eyelashes and lowered her head covering one of his hardened nipples with her warm awaiting mouth.

He groaned, burying his hands into her hair, indulging himself with the lavish attention that this woman- mudblood of all mudbloods, Hermione Granger, offered to him.

After giving his other nipple the same attention, she felt his arms encircling his back and seconds after her perky breasts were exposed to his drunken gaze.

He took the large mounds into his palms and kneaded them. Her head fluttered back and he again attacked her exposed flesh. He started to suck slightly, but increased his pressure as the feeling of possessing her took him over.

He wanted to mark her. No matter what happened after the war, she would be his. The first man to penetrate into her and claim her. Sure, she would have other lovers, but no one would ever elicit the same intensity of emotions that he did from her.

His hot breath made her quiver, and she writhed beneath him as he returned the treatment that she'd just given him with a vengeance. He raked his nails over her nipples just enough to make her grind her hips into his, making them both moan from anticipation.

Moments later, the rest of their clothing were thrown all over the floor, neither caring where they landed.

"I-can't-take-anymore-of-this-Granger," Draco breathed raggedly.

She stepped back and moved her hands torturously low on his body. She met his eyes as she took him into her small hands. Kissing him, she ran her tongue along his lip, the same time her finger decided to touch the tip of his engorged member.

She bit his lip. He then roughly pushed her hands away from his erection and wrapped her right leg around him. He was way too excited and he would break soon, if not inside of her.

"Take me Draco…" she begged.

And he smirked.

"As you wish."

He plunged himself deep inside of her. His rhythm slow at first, but soon her hips started to meet his and their thrusts became more frantic.

Their breaths came faster and Draco knew he was close.

"Uggh… I'm almost there," he thrust and soon Hermione was screaming his name.

"DRACO!" Her orgasm hit her hard as her inner walls quaked around him. Only a few seconds after, Draco emptied himself into her accepting warmth.

Bodies still intertwined, their sweaty foreheads together, he gave her a soft kiss, hardly touching her lips.

She sighed contently and looked into his eyes. The steel gray pools possessed a light blue tint and for once in his life, Draco Malfoy didn't seem angry.

She was captivated by him. She pulled back, examining his body one last time and as she raked her eyes over his arm, she noticed something that she hadn't before.

She touched it lightly and he quickly pulled back. She took her arm away, cradling it, almost as if it was hurt. She looked at him curiously and he refused to meet her gaze.

"Where's the mark Draco… where is it?" Hermione asked quickly.

"The "mark" as you call it, I won't receive till dawn," he replied shortly.

"That means-"

"It means nothing Granger!" But she persisted.

"But Draco, you can still go to Dumbledore!" She said almost excitedly. He looked at her doe like eyes. She wanted this so badly to happen, but he knew it would never be.

So, he stood there, his hard face, was once again, totally devoid of any attention.

He leaned into her, placing both of his hands on either side of her head with the smell of her hair flooding his senses.

"Go back to Gryffindor tower you filthy little mudblood."

He didn't meet her gaze. If he had, he would've met the sight of her wide brown eyes quickly filling with tears. She bent down covering her naked body with her cloak, as she hurriedly wiped her eyes with her sleeve. Gathering all her clothes in her arms, she took one last look at him, his eyes still fixed on the wall. It took only a few seconds and they were once again on opposite sides of the war.

"See you tomorrow…Malfoy," then she ran, as far away from him as possible.

{AN- :TAKES ANOTHER HUGE SIGH OF RELIEF: OMG!..I can't believe I'm done with this chapter. You do not know how long this took me, but I'm quite pleased with it. It was quite difficult. But anyway, THANK YOU FOR ALL OF YOU WHO REVIEWED! I HEART YOU! :-D HAHA…

If anyone is confused by this chapter, it basically illustrates Draco and Hermione's relationship during Hogwarts, most specifically during their 7th year, right before the  Last Battle.

I hope this chapter is up to your standards. I'm sorry if the "smut scene" is a bit weird, I'm sorry!! It's my first one, but I tried my hardest.

I just hope you guys like this. *crosses fingers* REMEMBER HOW MUCH I HEART REVIEWS!! :-D}