Chapter 10

"I think this is a mistake," Hermione whispered a couple of minutes later, not looking into the eyes of her captor. Her fingers that were teasingly fumbling his clothes before, were now clutching his shirt. She loosened her grasp when Draco placed his hand on her grip. He directed her hand to his chest where his heart was hidden. The fast throbbing of his heart touched her own.

"This is a mistake I am willing to commit," he whispered back. His fingers lightly touched her chin to face her to him. "There is no turning back, Granger. You made the choice."

"I wasn't aware that there was a choice." Draco laughed then gave her a smile…a real smile that melted her heart. He was so gentle, so peaceful, and so sincere that she couldn't believe that she had hated this boy for the past 7 years. He was so beautiful. "You're so beautiful," she said softly without realizing that she had spoken her mind.

"Really?" He teased. "Nobody has ever associated me with the word beautiful." It was true. He was, as every girl called, a handsome and sexy devil. And to his own sex, the devil himself. "But thank you. I appreciate your first compliment. I hope for more in the future."

Hermione frowned. What did he mean by in the near future? Draco, as if reading her mind, kissed her forehead then the tip of her nose before answering, "I mean to say that you've chosen this path and there's no going back. Do you understand?"

"No, I don't," Hermione retorted, trying to get away from him, but he only tightened his embrace.

"Granger, I am not going to let you go after this. I take what I want and I intend to keep it."

"So I'm just another of your possessions?" She didn't mean to shout, but anyway the remark rather echoed through the halls. Draco lifted a finger to her lips to silence her.

"You're not; you're different. Granger, you made a choice. I am your choice." His lips touched hers in a soft gentle kiss. It was meant to silence her. His finger gently prodded her chin down to open her mouth and when it did, he slipped his tongue inside in a demanding torture. She responded to him almost immediately.

"Malfoy? Granger?" A familiar stern voice echoed, and Hermione immediately jumped away, startled. A few seconds later, McGonagall appeared from a corner.

"Fuck," Draco cursed under his breath.

"Good morning, Professor," Hermione and Draco said in unison. "What can we do for you today?" She added. Her voice was shaking while Draco's was rather bored.

"I will be gone for a while. I will be back some time after New Year so I expect you to take over my little duty of checking on the students who are arriving soon. Can you do that?"

"Of course, Professor," Hermione replied with a nod.

"Anything else?"

"Well, just be alert all of the time and if you need some help or assistance, do not hesitate to approach Professor Snape."

"We'll do that," Draco answered.

"And please send me an update on whatever important is going on. So I expect you two to be always aware. I will see you soon. Goodbye," McGonagall said and turned to leave.

"See you soon, Professor. Happy holidays!" Hermione called after.

"Thank you, Miss Granger."

After McGonagall was gone, the atmosphere became silent. Hermione awkwardly stood where McGonagall had left her with her hastily beating heart. She slowly turned to Draco who was leaning on the wall watching her with a smirk and an evil look. Before he could snatch her, she turned to the direction of her room and sauntered on in full speed. Draco followed suit. Their steps echoed through.

"Not so fast, silly little mudblood," Draco said when he finally caught her. He half-dragged her inside the Head Student's common room. When they were inside, he hauled her to him. The hungry kiss that followed weakened her knees and aroused her even more.

He placed her arms around his neck and cupped her backside to lift her up. He backed away towards the nearest settee and laid her down on her back. He came on top of her and started taking off her robe while kissing her. His knees parted her thighs as his hand started unbuttoning her blouse.

When his hands started to take off her bra to touch her breast, Hermione's eyes immediately opened. She started to push him away, but he only tightened his hold. "Stop it! Please stop!" She cried, tears blurring her vision as she slipped down from the settee, away from him. She stood up and brushed the tears away from her face.

"You have to stop when I tell you to," Hermione scolded as she started buttoning her blouse and fixing herself.

"It's not easy, Granger. And you're not making it any easier. It really is not easy for me," he replied as he stood up and walked towards her. He just wanted to take her into his arms once again, but Granger backed away.

"It's not for me, too." Hermione's hands clenched into a fist at her side; while Draco crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Look, Malfoy, I have not done this before."

"And so you haven't. You're a virgin, that's clear enough," he answered back.

"I'm not ready."

"Fine, I'll wait," he replied. A couple of seconds passed by before he spoke. "Now, are you?"

"Damn it! Fuck you!" She cussed at him.

"Do you want me or not?" She did not answer; she neither shook her head nor nodded it. He took it as a yes. "Then what the hell is wrong?"

"Everything is wrong. Please understand that I don't want to do it. Well, at least not yet. I need time; I'm not…ready."

"Then when will you be? When your 60?"

"You're horrible."

"I'm not an angel."

"Then if you won't bend to what I need then find another girl to satisfy you because I will not have sex with you," she retorted. Silence was in the air again. They stood there looking at each other, fighting an inner conflict with themselves. Either one of them had to bend. You will be the one, Hermione thought.

Damn it! Shit! Damn, I want her too much to give her up. Draco thought, but his pride was in the way. Without another word, he turned and left her.

She looked away and silently cried.