Chapter 8

Draco frowned at the open door with disbelief. What he felt confused him. Damn, he wanted her and at the same time hated her for whatever she did to make him feel that way. There were countless girls out there, but why did it have to be her? He knew that those other little sluts wanted him in their beds, and damn, he could pick anyone from their lot…or even all of them, so why the hell was he standing there like an idiot, watching the door she just exited through?

Was it because he finally knew what it felt to want something so badly, but couldn't seem to get it? Was it because he wanted her so desperately, but she didn't, which is so stupid and so wrong because no girl would ever deny him pleasure?

Damn! He knew she wanted him! And he was going to prove it!!!

How? What can I do to make her admit that she wants me? Make her jealous? Intimidate her? Seduce her? Torment her until she pleads guilty?

He had to think of something before…before he loses his mind.

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Hermione cried herself to sleep that night. She was angry with herself for almost losing her control. Once Draco's lips were on her, she could hardly contain herself. She was shocked at herself for wanting him so terribly. She was afraid for she knew what would have happened if even one percent of her senses had faded. Most of all, she was terrified at the thought of seeing Draco again.

She would have to avoid him.

But it would have been easy if they weren't sharing common duties. She knew that McGonagall would be expecting both of them to work together when the time comes. But till that time, yes, she must avoid him. Besides, who knows, time might just kill both their desires for each other.

She woke up before dawn at the sound of Crookshanks' steady purring; she tried to go back to sleep, but couldn't seem to when a heavy feeling fell to her tummy which was already tied in knots.

The night's occurrences suddenly clouded her head again. She touched her swollen lips and remembered how Draco's very own had bruised hers. She wet her lips and recalled how Draco's tongue had mated with hers. How was he able to evoke from her those sensations? It was only a kiss…well, a very erotic one, yet it seemed that there was something more to it.

She closed her eyes and pondered on about the kisses…the forbidden kisses.

There was then a movement on the bed right beside her, but she ignored it, assuming it was only her naughty cat. When the movement persisted, she opened her eyes and look at the side of the bed. There sat a figure, shadowed by the darkness of the night. The figure crawled nearer and she gasped at what she saw. Draco came on top of her, shoving the blankets aside. His lips caressed hers with tenderness as his fingers crept down to undress her. She neither protested nor resisted. Instead, she found herself unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his pants.

The next thing she knew, they were both naked beneath the covers. His teeth teased her earlobe and his tongue tickled her ear. She laughed as she shook her head.

"Meow!" He said. " Meow!" He said again. Hermione opened her eyes and almost screamed. Crookkshanks was looming over her, trying to wake her up.