Chapter 6

Draco stood near the window, looking out into empty darkness of the cold night. He had been waiting for 30 minutes and still no sign of her. Maybe she didn't get his note; or maybe she did not like to come.

He stood there torn between waiting and going. 5 minutes, and if she's still not here, he'd go and never bother her again.

Please come…please come… He said to himself. For 3 days, he had locked himself in his room, thinking and fighting the urge to see her. What was happening to him? He seemed to be fighting a never-ending battle between duty and desire. It was his duty to continue his relationship with Pansy and marry her, but his desires were somewhere else. His lust belonged to someone unexpected. And his lust for her was irresistible.

5 minutes later, he decided to wait another 5 minutes until he realized he'd been snoozing the time 5 times.  He turned in despair towards the door and when he opened it, Hermione was standing there, her face looking up at him.

"I wasn't sure you'd come," he said as Hermione stepped inside.

"I wasn't sure I'd come," she replied. "What do you want, Malfoy?" She demanded.

You damnit! You! I want you! "So…um…how have you been doing?" He asked casually, ignoring the question.

"Cut the formalities. What do you want?" She retorted angrily.

"You silly little mudblood! How about you? What do you want?"

"What I want? I want to forget everything that happened and just go on with my life like before."

"Like before? Damn you, mudblood! Like before? We both know that what happened happened because of what happened before!"

"You're not making any sense."

"We both know that we want each other---"

"Excuse me?" She shouted, shocked.

"Oh, please, spare me the drama."

"I don't want you! I have a boyfriend and you have a girlfriend! And I love him!"

His eyes narrowed at the word. Somehow, he felt rather jealous. "Yes you have a boyfriend…a certain twit named Seamus whom you say you love, but don't want." Pain surged through him as the hard palm of her hand hit his cheek. He smiled and turned to face her. Tears were already rolling down from her eyes.

"How dare you!" She shouted angrily.

He sneered at her and said, "tell me, Granger, if you love him why did you kiss me? If you want him why did you react like you did?" She didn't speak. She couldn't. She was at the loss for words. "You little temptress. You wanted me that's why you seduced me like you're seducing me now." He moved closer to her and she backed away. He moved closer and closer as she moved back until her back touched the wall. "You knew when you had my note that if you came you'd be in this position so then why did you come?" He lowered his mouth to her lips but did not kiss her. She froze. "Admit it. You crave the excitement you'll never feel in the arms of a childish twit. Admit it. You desire the danger you'll never experience with him. Admit it. You ache for my touch. You hunger for my kisses. You lust for my arousal on your thighs." He whispered in her ear, "Admit it. You want me." He nibbled her ear, kissed her jaw then finally joined his mouth with hers. He murmured as he parted his lips from her, "admit it…admit it…admit you want me as much as I want you."

She tried to kiss him, but he pushed her back, torturing her. He lowered his lips again and traced her lips with his tongue. She opened her mouth in wanting. But he ignored her plea. He swore he'd not go there unless she says it in his face that she wants him.

"End your suffering, silly little mudblood, and just admit it. It's all I want. To hear you say those words."

She resisted, fearing the words and the truth that contained them. She wanted him…madly…badly…terribly, but her actions, she knew, would lead to something horrible. What would Harry think when he finds out? And Ron? And Seamus, the boyfriend who worshipped her like a goddess?

Draco tormented her even more by brushing lightly his fingertips on her face, tracing its perfect contour. His fingertips touched her lips ever so lightly that he snickered when she reacted to his touch.

"End our suffering.  I am suffering as much as you," he groaned. "Tell me you want me and we'll both burn with pleasure. Tell me you don't and we'll both burn with regret. I'll never lay a finger on you if you say otherwise."

Her heart leaped with joy, thinking he'd leave her alone if she rejected him. But rejecting him was hard to do. Lying to him was too difficult to endure.

"Come on," he groaned again.

"You will keep your word?" He nodded, his face frowning with pain, waiting for her.