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*Draco's Point of View*
One word echoed through his head as his tongue softly traced her lips and they parted in response, allowing him passage. Amazing. Where did she learn to kiss like that? No doubt she had practiced with Scarhead and Weasel. So that is what the infamous trio did on the weekends. Her tongue slid out to brush against his, entreating it to dance with hers, and his body was lost to passion. She was torturing him, driving him absolutely crazy with need. He backed her against the wall and pressed his lower body to hers. He could feel himself grow even harder still as she moaned into his mouth, and he pulled away requiring air.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and as her eyes fluttered open, her face illuminated in the soft candlelight, she looked beautiful. Bloody Hell! Did he just call Granger beautiful? What was happening to him here? He better be careful, or next he might find himself reciting poetry of his love for her. But of course he didn't love her, or think she was beautiful. That had just been hormones speaking, hadn't it?
'So that's what you pulled me out of a highly critical potions lesson for?' Hermione scoffed. 'I'd have rather stayed in class.'
Draco smirked and laughed dryly. 'Come now, Grange, you can't say you didn't enjoy that.'
'I've had better,' she said with a grin of amusement. Better? How could she have had better?
'I know I kiss loads better than Potter. Even that fool Longbottom could kiss better than him.' He knew he's struck a nerve when he saw a flash of anger passing through her eyes.
'Actually, I beg to differ.'
'You've kissed Potter?' He knew there had been something going on between the two of them. Whenever they were around each other the sexual tension could be cut with a knife.
'No, but.' his finger moved to her lips, silencing her. Draco felt strangely pleased by the fact that he had kissed Granger when Potter hadn't even managed to. He'd have to mention that the next time he saw him. Why wait, when he could track him down after class. He smirked at the thought.
'Shhh, don't let Potter ruin the moment. Care to take this someplace more private?' he asked with a suggestive grin.
'What?' she asked pretending to be confused. Obviously she wasn't the most talented actress. 'Are the hallways not good enough for you?'
'Personally I don't really care,' he said raising an eyebrow. He inwardly laughed at the glare she shot him. She really was cute when she was angry. Merlin, not again! He needed to focus here. 'If you're so adamant on doing this here in the hallways, that's fine with me.' He brought his hands up to unclasp his robe, and moved them lower, beginning to undue his belt buckle.
'Malfoy!' she blushed and turned away from him bringing her hands to her eyes. 'Just because I let you kiss me does not mean I'm going to allow you.that we could.'
'Have sex?' he supplied. "Oh come on now, Granger. You can look at me. All clothes are properly fastened.' She hesitantly took her hands from her face, and slowly turned to face him again.
'Yes,' she nodded. 'I never said that we could have sex.' She looked him defiantly in the eye. 'You have other girls for that.'
Of course there were rumors about him, there always had been. What did one expect to happen when such a handsome Greek god like himself, was forced to attend a school full of girls. It seemed that every week; he was being paired with yet another new fling. Sure he had been with quite a few women, it just wasn't as many as everyone else seemed to think. And it wasn't as if he had made any attempt to ruin his image by correcting those rumors. 'Like who,' he asked curious to see who the lucky lady was assumed to be this time.
'Pansy,' she sneered. 'Pansy Parkinson.' Now that was just wrong, he shuddered.
'I would never sleep with that filth,' he spat.
'At yet, you're snogging in a hallway, and offering to sleep with me. Hermione Granger. A mudblood, or have you forgotten that little fact?'
'What can I say, Granger. You've become intriguing to me now.' He let his gaze familiarly rake over her body.
'Harry was right,' she said, a disgusted look adoring her face that shook him to the core. Since when was a half-muggle, and a Gryffindor at that, allowed to look at him in disgust. Shouldn't it be the other way around? 'You are only interested in girls from one thing.'
'A guy's got to get his thrills somewhere,' he said with a smirk.
'You're one sick person, Draco Malfoy, do you know that? One sick person.' She gave him a look of utter sympathy before turning and stalking down the hall. His first reaction was to run after her, and he did, quite unaware of his own movement.
'Hermione, wait!' he called after her. Since when were they on a first name basis? She paused briefly before continuing on.
'What, does the truth hurt? Just sod off, Malfoy,' she spat his name out as though it were bitter on her tongue, and left Draco to watch her retreat from the dungeons, leaving him completely alone.
'Fuck!' he cursed, kicking his foot hard against the stone wall. Why should he even care that she had left? It wasn't as if he had professed his undying love for her and she had rejected him. He didn't even have feelings for her, for God's sake! Did he? Of course not! Right? Oh God. He was falling for the Mudblood. He kicked the wall again with all his might, and winced in pain as he grabbed his foot. 'Bloody hell,' he muttered hobbling down to the Slytherin common rooms, careful not to put much weight on his aching foot. Yea, the truth hurt all right, and on more than one level.
*Draco's Point of View*
One word echoed through his head as his tongue softly traced her lips and they parted in response, allowing him passage. Amazing. Where did she learn to kiss like that? No doubt she had practiced with Scarhead and Weasel. So that is what the infamous trio did on the weekends. Her tongue slid out to brush against his, entreating it to dance with hers, and his body was lost to passion. She was torturing him, driving him absolutely crazy with need. He backed her against the wall and pressed his lower body to hers. He could feel himself grow even harder still as she moaned into his mouth, and he pulled away requiring air.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and as her eyes fluttered open, her face illuminated in the soft candlelight, she looked beautiful. Bloody Hell! Did he just call Granger beautiful? What was happening to him here? He better be careful, or next he might find himself reciting poetry of his love for her. But of course he didn't love her, or think she was beautiful. That had just been hormones speaking, hadn't it?
'So that's what you pulled me out of a highly critical potions lesson for?' Hermione scoffed. 'I'd have rather stayed in class.'
Draco smirked and laughed dryly. 'Come now, Grange, you can't say you didn't enjoy that.'
'I've had better,' she said with a grin of amusement. Better? How could she have had better?
'I know I kiss loads better than Potter. Even that fool Longbottom could kiss better than him.' He knew he's struck a nerve when he saw a flash of anger passing through her eyes.
'Actually, I beg to differ.'
'You've kissed Potter?' He knew there had been something going on between the two of them. Whenever they were around each other the sexual tension could be cut with a knife.
'No, but.' his finger moved to her lips, silencing her. Draco felt strangely pleased by the fact that he had kissed Granger when Potter hadn't even managed to. He'd have to mention that the next time he saw him. Why wait, when he could track him down after class. He smirked at the thought.
'Shhh, don't let Potter ruin the moment. Care to take this someplace more private?' he asked with a suggestive grin.
'What?' she asked pretending to be confused. Obviously she wasn't the most talented actress. 'Are the hallways not good enough for you?'
'Personally I don't really care,' he said raising an eyebrow. He inwardly laughed at the glare she shot him. She really was cute when she was angry. Merlin, not again! He needed to focus here. 'If you're so adamant on doing this here in the hallways, that's fine with me.' He brought his hands up to unclasp his robe, and moved them lower, beginning to undue his belt buckle.
'Malfoy!' she blushed and turned away from him bringing her hands to her eyes. 'Just because I let you kiss me does not mean I'm going to allow you.that we could.'
'Have sex?' he supplied. "Oh come on now, Granger. You can look at me. All clothes are properly fastened.' She hesitantly took her hands from her face, and slowly turned to face him again.
'Yes,' she nodded. 'I never said that we could have sex.' She looked him defiantly in the eye. 'You have other girls for that.'
Of course there were rumors about him, there always had been. What did one expect to happen when such a handsome Greek god like himself, was forced to attend a school full of girls. It seemed that every week; he was being paired with yet another new fling. Sure he had been with quite a few women, it just wasn't as many as everyone else seemed to think. And it wasn't as if he had made any attempt to ruin his image by correcting those rumors. 'Like who,' he asked curious to see who the lucky lady was assumed to be this time.
'Pansy,' she sneered. 'Pansy Parkinson.' Now that was just wrong, he shuddered.
'I would never sleep with that filth,' he spat.
'At yet, you're snogging in a hallway, and offering to sleep with me. Hermione Granger. A mudblood, or have you forgotten that little fact?'
'What can I say, Granger. You've become intriguing to me now.' He let his gaze familiarly rake over her body.
'Harry was right,' she said, a disgusted look adoring her face that shook him to the core. Since when was a half-muggle, and a Gryffindor at that, allowed to look at him in disgust. Shouldn't it be the other way around? 'You are only interested in girls from one thing.'
'A guy's got to get his thrills somewhere,' he said with a smirk.
'You're one sick person, Draco Malfoy, do you know that? One sick person.' She gave him a look of utter sympathy before turning and stalking down the hall. His first reaction was to run after her, and he did, quite unaware of his own movement.
'Hermione, wait!' he called after her. Since when were they on a first name basis? She paused briefly before continuing on.
'What, does the truth hurt? Just sod off, Malfoy,' she spat his name out as though it were bitter on her tongue, and left Draco to watch her retreat from the dungeons, leaving him completely alone.
'Fuck!' he cursed, kicking his foot hard against the stone wall. Why should he even care that she had left? It wasn't as if he had professed his undying love for her and she had rejected him. He didn't even have feelings for her, for God's sake! Did he? Of course not! Right? Oh God. He was falling for the Mudblood. He kicked the wall again with all his might, and winced in pain as he grabbed his foot. 'Bloody hell,' he muttered hobbling down to the Slytherin common rooms, careful not to put much weight on his aching foot. Yea, the truth hurt all right, and on more than one level.