Chapter 4
A few seconds after Hermione left, he followed, but he didn't go to his room, but to the direction of Hermione's room. He walked fast, anxious to catch up with her. When he finally spotted her, he stopped, feeling vulnerable and seduced by the sway of her hips. He wanted her, he decided.
He paced faster towards her. Hermione must've heard his footsteps because she turned back and gaped at him uncertainly. He grabbed her arm and pulled her with him in an empty room.
"Draco, what are you doing?" Hermione asked, emotions twirling inside her. She was shocked and scared at the expression on his face, and at the same time excited, his warm fingers closing ever tightly around her arm.
"I don't know," he said as he pushed her against the wall. She opened her mouth to protest, but he took that same moment to meet her mouth fully open. She pushed him away, but it only made him strengthen his grip around her waist. She resisted still, but he too resisted her opposition. Then finally, he heard her groan and knew he had won. He slid his tongue past her lips, exploring and savoring her mouth. He plunged deeper, then retreated back and plunged again in a rhythm that was more than she could bear. When he plunged in again, she received his tongue and massaged it, electrifying him, and he moaned in response to her rapturous kiss.
He slid his hands up and down her back, caressing her gently then forcibly. The variance of the force further aroused her. Her soft fingers crept from his chest up to his neck then to his nape, her fingernails digging through his smooth skin. He groaned with pleasure at the touch and moved his mouth from her lips down to her neck, making teeth marks on her skin.
She drew his head closer and whispered his name. Never in her life had she felt that way. It was the most wonderful feeling and she never thought that that certain sensation ever existed. No one had ever aroused her like Draco. No one had ever made her feel the lust she was feeling at that moment…not even Seamus.
Seamus.
Seamus.
The name echoed in her ear and she abruptly pushed him away, taking a step back from Draco. He released her, but hesitantly. They were both panting for air. Draco immediately noticed how her breasts raised as she breathed. They looked at each other for a second before Hermione turned towards the door. Her fingers closed on the doorknob, but before she could turn it, Drace commanded, "Stop!" She froze, unable to move a muscle in her body. She had found herself obeying to that devil's words.
The next thing she knew, her back was pressed against the door and Draco was pinning her against it, his hands pressed on her wrists against the door at the top of her head.
"Leaving so fast?" Draco asked, his voice rugged.
"Draco…" Draco moaned at the sound of his name. He lowered his head and his lips almost touched hers, torturing her with want. His tongue touched the bottom of her lip in a gentle caress, agonizing her. "Draco, stop… no…let me go…please…" she pleaded, but he continued tormenting her with his tongue and his lips. He opened his mouth, but didn't kiss her. She opened her mouth pleadingly, but he never kissed her.
"Why do you want to go?" He asked in a husky tone.
"Seamus…"
"Well, he's not here, isn't he?" He retorted harshly and she turned her head away and tears started falling down her face. "Fuck! Look at me!" She turned back to him and did she just saw what she thought she saw in his eyes? Jealousy? "Don't fuck with me, you silly little mudblood! That twit is…is…nothing but a fucked up loser."
"At least he doesn't hurt me," she replied bravely, more tears running down her cheeks. He looked at her and realized the bruises he created on her pouted lips. His hands loosened and finally dropped to her head, drawing her closer to him. Hermione was shocked; he was licking the tears from her face.
"Why?" She asked him gently.
"I don't know why…" he replied and let her go. She backed away, opened the door and ran to her room where she succumbed to more tears.
