Characters: Hermione and Draco (got the idea yet? =P)
Rating: R
**DISCLAIMER** No, I do not own Harry Potter or Hogwarts. If I did, I would not be sitting in a teeny tiny university dorm room, now would I?
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Chapter V
No, no, no, Hermione thought as she slowed down to a walk in the corridors leading away from the dungeons. That did NOT just happen. Draco Malfoy did not just kiss her....and she did NOT just let him... She brought her hand up to her lips, which were still tingling from the contact. She groaned in disbelief. Staring at Draco Malfoy, thinking that he was incredibly sexy and even fantasizing a bit about him - those were all in one category. But having him kiss her...and knowing that she had actually LIKED and responded to it...that was totally different.
She shook her head, her mind racing wildly. She hated Draco Malfoy with every fiber of her being. She could still feel the incredible anger she had felt when he had made that comment about her always having her nose in the air. One minute they had both been glaring at each other, the next he had kissed her! And she had just stood there and let him... Hadn't brought her knee up in that gut response that most other guys would have gotten, hadn't wiggled free...hadn't even gone for her wand. She'd just stood there and let him kiss her, and even responded!
She groaned as these thoughts raced through her head, then looked around her as she emerged into the main part of the castle. It was fairly quiet where she was, and she quickly headed towards Gryffindor. Upon arriving at the portrait she quickly muttered "Spider legs" and stepped through. Harry and Ron were both sitting in the common room, talking to Dean and Neville, but Hermione just responded to their waves and curious looks with a wave of her own. Telling them that she was tired, she quickly hurried up to her room. She threw herself down on her bed, pulling the hangings shut behind her and buried her face in the pillow. How was she going to get through the rest of her detention with Malfoy?
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Fuck. That was the word running through Draco Malfoy's head as he headed towards his own house. What the hell had he been thinking? Lusting after Granger was one thing. There was nothing wrong with thinking that a girl was hot, no matter what kind of blood she had running in her veins. Staring openly at her and making little sexual comments was a good way to piss her off, something that he loved doing to the know it all Gryffindor bitch. But actually kissing her?
He ran his hands through his hair as he walked. He hadn't even been aware that he was going to do it, just had yanked her close and pressed his mouth to hers without even thinking about it. And damn if he hadn't enjoyed kissing her more than he had enjoyed kissing any other girl in a long long time. He shook his head in disbelief. Half the time he wanted to wrap his hands around that pale neck of hers and squeeze as hard as he could, the other half he wanted to make her scream his name.
That wasn't the only thing that was on his mind, however. Because whether or not Granger had wanted to, she had actually liked it - he had felt the way her lips moved against his before she had obviously realized just who she was kissing and bolted from the dungeons. His walk slowed as he pondered this last thought. Who would have thought that Hermione Granger, the goody goody from Gryffindor, would actually enjoy being kissed by Draco Malfoy? A smirk spread across his face. He'd have to keep his hands off of her from now on, but that little bit of information would sure make the next two weeks a lot more interesting.
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The next day seemed like an eternity for Hermione. Her mind kept drifting, and several times Harry and Ron had to drag her attention back to what they were talking about. She had hoped that class would take her mind off of things, but if it was possible she had even more difficulties concentrating there. Especially in Potions class. Draco wasn't looking in her direction when she came in with Harry and Ron, but she immediately spotted him. As soon as her eyes fell on him, slouched in his desk with a bored look on his face as Crabbe and Goyle prattled on to him, the memory of their kiss the night before came flooding back. She shook her head in disgust and hurried to her desk. She would NOT think about Draco that way. She simply would NOT!
Detention that night was once again in Snape's classroom. McGonagall once again swept in, told them that they were doing a good job, but that she expected it to be finished by the end of their time there, and then left the two of them alone again. Hermione started working immediately, and was surprised to find that except for a few glares that she found cast in her direction, Draco left her alone. They managed to finish cleaning the classroom, much to Hermione's relief. She didn't want to spend another night down in the damp dungeons, it was bad enough during the day.
The next night Draco and Hermione met Professor McGonagall in the school library, as per the letter they both had received that morning. The large room, filled with rows upon rows of tall shelves which were filled with all sorts of books, was empty of any other people. Draco and Hermione both looked around at the tidy shelves, wondering what work could possibly need to be done. The answer came when the huge wooden door behind creaked open and the Transfiguration Professor stepped in.
"A group of first years was in here today," Professor McGonagall said with a sigh. "They were given a tour of the library, but unfortunately the prefect who was with them let them have free reign for the last fifteen minutes. As a result, many of the books in the first few stacks," here the Professor gestured at some of the shelves, "are quite messy. I'd like you to put the books back in order, and dust the shelves while you are at it."
"Oh, and you'll have to fetch the dusting cloths from the cleaning closet just down the hall," McGonagall said before leaving. "Don't go thinking that you can just magic all the books back into place, either - they all have anti transportation spells on them to prevent robbery."
After she left, Hermione and Draco stood and stared at each other and the shelves of books for a few moments, then Hermione turned and headed towards the door.
"Hey, where do you think you're going, Mudblood?" he asked her, grabbing her arm.
"I'm going down the hall to get the cloths, like she said," Hermione said, glaring at him and wrenching her arm from his grasp. "And keep your hands off of me!"
"That's not what you said yesterday," Draco said with a smirk. "But anyway, I'm going to come with you," he pushed on, before she could reply.
"Fine," Hermione said, turning her back on him and marching out of the library, her robes swishing around her. "Although I'm perfectly capable of carrying a few cloths, you know," she threw over her shoulder.
"Its not your abilities I'm worried about," he drawled. "I just want to make sure that you come back, because there's no way in hell I'm going to rearrange those moldy old books myself."
Hermione was about to reply when she and Draco rounded a curve in the corridor and stopped dead at the sight before them.
"Ohhhh, Jared!!" Pansy Parkinson cried, her legs wrapped around the Head Boy's torso, her skirt hiked up around her waist. Jared just let out a grunt in reply as he thrust into the Slytherin girl, holding her pushed up against the wall.
For a moment the two just stared at the entwined couple in front of them, then they both turned and walked swiftly in the other direction. Along the way, Hermione spotted the closet that McGonagall had been speaking of. She opened it and grabbed some cloths without speaking, although she knew very well that earlier that closet had been further down the corridor. Sometimes the magical ability of the rooms in the castle was a good thing, she thought, shuddering as she thought of how she might have had to walk by Pansy and Jared in order to get the supplies.
It wasn't until they were back in the Library, the doors safely shut behind them, that either of them said anything.
"That was...that was..." Hermione sputtered, unable to put a word to what she had just seen.
"That was Pansy being her usual slutty self," Draco said dryly, moving towards the tall shelves of books.
Hermione followed him. "Does she normally have sex in the hallway?" she asked in disbelief.
"Wherever she can get it," Draco said with a shrug. "If I came along a few minutes from now, when Jared's done with her, and asked her for some, she'd be glad to give it to me right there."
"Do you know this from experience?" Hermione asked, then snapped her mouth shut in disbelief. Where had that come from? Normally she would have never asked such a question.
"Possibly," Draco said, flashing her a curious glance. "Although why you would be curious about my sex life is beyond me."
"I'm not!" Hermione exclaimed, her cheeks growing red.
"Perhaps because you have none of your own?" Draco said with a mocking smile.
Hermione paused as she was pulling a book off of the shelf, then very deliberately put it in its proper place. "Not that its any of your business," she said icily, "but I'm not totally naive in that area, thank you very much."
"So Viktor Krum got Gryffindor's Golden Girl to lighten up a bit, hmmm?" Draco said as Hermione continued reorganizing the many books in front of her.
"What makes you think that it was him?" Hermione asked him. Then she frowned. "And why am I discussing my sex life or lack thereof, with you, Malfoy?!"
"Well, you'd probably rather die than discuss sex with Potter or Weasley," Draco replied smoothly. "And if you can't talk about it with them, you're sure as hell not going to be doing the deed with them either."
"Harry and Ron are my best friends," Hermione said coolly. "I don't see why I couldn't talk about it with them."
"Weasley would probably be all over you if he thought that you had the slightest interest in any kind of sex," Draco snickered.
Hermione went bright red. "Ron's not like that," she snapped. "And besides, I wouldn't let him touch me."
"Oh," Draco said with interest. "So you wouldn't let your best friend kiss you, but you'd let me?"
Hermione went white at these words. "You forced yourself on me," she finally said. "It wasn't a case of letting you."
"Mmmhmmm," Draco replied. "And that's why you kissed me back, right?"
"I did not kiss you back - oh!" Hermione gasped as she whirled to look at Draco, only to find him directly behind her. He placed his hands on the shelves on either side of her, holding her prisoner with his body.
"I know when a girl kisses me back," Malfoy said. "And I'm willing to bet that you've thought about it a few times since, too."
"No, I haven't given it another thought," she said defiantly.
He regarded her intently for a moment, then smirked. "Liar. You couldn't respond to me like that and not think about it again."
He stepped closer, and his voice dropped to just above a whisper.
"So you haven't given it another though, hmm? Haven't thought about what it would be like to feel my lips on yours again? Feel the touch of my tongue on yours? Maybe," and here he moved even closer, causing Hermione to press backwards in search of an escape that wasn't available. "Maybe feel my lips all over your body, even down here?"
As he said those last words, his one hand dropped to brush against the front of her skirt, and Hermione gasped. She desperately tried to think of something to say, but all she could think of was how incredibly sexy his voice sounded when he spoke like that. She had goosebumps on her arms, and her heart was pounding. For a moment the two just stared at each other, Hermione's eyes wide and uncertain, Draco's blue ones very intent.
"Ah, to hell with it," Draco said, and then he leaned down and kissed his bitter rival for the second time.
Rating: R
**DISCLAIMER** No, I do not own Harry Potter or Hogwarts. If I did, I would not be sitting in a teeny tiny university dorm room, now would I?
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Chapter V
No, no, no, Hermione thought as she slowed down to a walk in the corridors leading away from the dungeons. That did NOT just happen. Draco Malfoy did not just kiss her....and she did NOT just let him... She brought her hand up to her lips, which were still tingling from the contact. She groaned in disbelief. Staring at Draco Malfoy, thinking that he was incredibly sexy and even fantasizing a bit about him - those were all in one category. But having him kiss her...and knowing that she had actually LIKED and responded to it...that was totally different.
She shook her head, her mind racing wildly. She hated Draco Malfoy with every fiber of her being. She could still feel the incredible anger she had felt when he had made that comment about her always having her nose in the air. One minute they had both been glaring at each other, the next he had kissed her! And she had just stood there and let him... Hadn't brought her knee up in that gut response that most other guys would have gotten, hadn't wiggled free...hadn't even gone for her wand. She'd just stood there and let him kiss her, and even responded!
She groaned as these thoughts raced through her head, then looked around her as she emerged into the main part of the castle. It was fairly quiet where she was, and she quickly headed towards Gryffindor. Upon arriving at the portrait she quickly muttered "Spider legs" and stepped through. Harry and Ron were both sitting in the common room, talking to Dean and Neville, but Hermione just responded to their waves and curious looks with a wave of her own. Telling them that she was tired, she quickly hurried up to her room. She threw herself down on her bed, pulling the hangings shut behind her and buried her face in the pillow. How was she going to get through the rest of her detention with Malfoy?
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Fuck. That was the word running through Draco Malfoy's head as he headed towards his own house. What the hell had he been thinking? Lusting after Granger was one thing. There was nothing wrong with thinking that a girl was hot, no matter what kind of blood she had running in her veins. Staring openly at her and making little sexual comments was a good way to piss her off, something that he loved doing to the know it all Gryffindor bitch. But actually kissing her?
He ran his hands through his hair as he walked. He hadn't even been aware that he was going to do it, just had yanked her close and pressed his mouth to hers without even thinking about it. And damn if he hadn't enjoyed kissing her more than he had enjoyed kissing any other girl in a long long time. He shook his head in disbelief. Half the time he wanted to wrap his hands around that pale neck of hers and squeeze as hard as he could, the other half he wanted to make her scream his name.
That wasn't the only thing that was on his mind, however. Because whether or not Granger had wanted to, she had actually liked it - he had felt the way her lips moved against his before she had obviously realized just who she was kissing and bolted from the dungeons. His walk slowed as he pondered this last thought. Who would have thought that Hermione Granger, the goody goody from Gryffindor, would actually enjoy being kissed by Draco Malfoy? A smirk spread across his face. He'd have to keep his hands off of her from now on, but that little bit of information would sure make the next two weeks a lot more interesting.
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The next day seemed like an eternity for Hermione. Her mind kept drifting, and several times Harry and Ron had to drag her attention back to what they were talking about. She had hoped that class would take her mind off of things, but if it was possible she had even more difficulties concentrating there. Especially in Potions class. Draco wasn't looking in her direction when she came in with Harry and Ron, but she immediately spotted him. As soon as her eyes fell on him, slouched in his desk with a bored look on his face as Crabbe and Goyle prattled on to him, the memory of their kiss the night before came flooding back. She shook her head in disgust and hurried to her desk. She would NOT think about Draco that way. She simply would NOT!
Detention that night was once again in Snape's classroom. McGonagall once again swept in, told them that they were doing a good job, but that she expected it to be finished by the end of their time there, and then left the two of them alone again. Hermione started working immediately, and was surprised to find that except for a few glares that she found cast in her direction, Draco left her alone. They managed to finish cleaning the classroom, much to Hermione's relief. She didn't want to spend another night down in the damp dungeons, it was bad enough during the day.
The next night Draco and Hermione met Professor McGonagall in the school library, as per the letter they both had received that morning. The large room, filled with rows upon rows of tall shelves which were filled with all sorts of books, was empty of any other people. Draco and Hermione both looked around at the tidy shelves, wondering what work could possibly need to be done. The answer came when the huge wooden door behind creaked open and the Transfiguration Professor stepped in.
"A group of first years was in here today," Professor McGonagall said with a sigh. "They were given a tour of the library, but unfortunately the prefect who was with them let them have free reign for the last fifteen minutes. As a result, many of the books in the first few stacks," here the Professor gestured at some of the shelves, "are quite messy. I'd like you to put the books back in order, and dust the shelves while you are at it."
"Oh, and you'll have to fetch the dusting cloths from the cleaning closet just down the hall," McGonagall said before leaving. "Don't go thinking that you can just magic all the books back into place, either - they all have anti transportation spells on them to prevent robbery."
After she left, Hermione and Draco stood and stared at each other and the shelves of books for a few moments, then Hermione turned and headed towards the door.
"Hey, where do you think you're going, Mudblood?" he asked her, grabbing her arm.
"I'm going down the hall to get the cloths, like she said," Hermione said, glaring at him and wrenching her arm from his grasp. "And keep your hands off of me!"
"That's not what you said yesterday," Draco said with a smirk. "But anyway, I'm going to come with you," he pushed on, before she could reply.
"Fine," Hermione said, turning her back on him and marching out of the library, her robes swishing around her. "Although I'm perfectly capable of carrying a few cloths, you know," she threw over her shoulder.
"Its not your abilities I'm worried about," he drawled. "I just want to make sure that you come back, because there's no way in hell I'm going to rearrange those moldy old books myself."
Hermione was about to reply when she and Draco rounded a curve in the corridor and stopped dead at the sight before them.
"Ohhhh, Jared!!" Pansy Parkinson cried, her legs wrapped around the Head Boy's torso, her skirt hiked up around her waist. Jared just let out a grunt in reply as he thrust into the Slytherin girl, holding her pushed up against the wall.
For a moment the two just stared at the entwined couple in front of them, then they both turned and walked swiftly in the other direction. Along the way, Hermione spotted the closet that McGonagall had been speaking of. She opened it and grabbed some cloths without speaking, although she knew very well that earlier that closet had been further down the corridor. Sometimes the magical ability of the rooms in the castle was a good thing, she thought, shuddering as she thought of how she might have had to walk by Pansy and Jared in order to get the supplies.
It wasn't until they were back in the Library, the doors safely shut behind them, that either of them said anything.
"That was...that was..." Hermione sputtered, unable to put a word to what she had just seen.
"That was Pansy being her usual slutty self," Draco said dryly, moving towards the tall shelves of books.
Hermione followed him. "Does she normally have sex in the hallway?" she asked in disbelief.
"Wherever she can get it," Draco said with a shrug. "If I came along a few minutes from now, when Jared's done with her, and asked her for some, she'd be glad to give it to me right there."
"Do you know this from experience?" Hermione asked, then snapped her mouth shut in disbelief. Where had that come from? Normally she would have never asked such a question.
"Possibly," Draco said, flashing her a curious glance. "Although why you would be curious about my sex life is beyond me."
"I'm not!" Hermione exclaimed, her cheeks growing red.
"Perhaps because you have none of your own?" Draco said with a mocking smile.
Hermione paused as she was pulling a book off of the shelf, then very deliberately put it in its proper place. "Not that its any of your business," she said icily, "but I'm not totally naive in that area, thank you very much."
"So Viktor Krum got Gryffindor's Golden Girl to lighten up a bit, hmmm?" Draco said as Hermione continued reorganizing the many books in front of her.
"What makes you think that it was him?" Hermione asked him. Then she frowned. "And why am I discussing my sex life or lack thereof, with you, Malfoy?!"
"Well, you'd probably rather die than discuss sex with Potter or Weasley," Draco replied smoothly. "And if you can't talk about it with them, you're sure as hell not going to be doing the deed with them either."
"Harry and Ron are my best friends," Hermione said coolly. "I don't see why I couldn't talk about it with them."
"Weasley would probably be all over you if he thought that you had the slightest interest in any kind of sex," Draco snickered.
Hermione went bright red. "Ron's not like that," she snapped. "And besides, I wouldn't let him touch me."
"Oh," Draco said with interest. "So you wouldn't let your best friend kiss you, but you'd let me?"
Hermione went white at these words. "You forced yourself on me," she finally said. "It wasn't a case of letting you."
"Mmmhmmm," Draco replied. "And that's why you kissed me back, right?"
"I did not kiss you back - oh!" Hermione gasped as she whirled to look at Draco, only to find him directly behind her. He placed his hands on the shelves on either side of her, holding her prisoner with his body.
"I know when a girl kisses me back," Malfoy said. "And I'm willing to bet that you've thought about it a few times since, too."
"No, I haven't given it another thought," she said defiantly.
He regarded her intently for a moment, then smirked. "Liar. You couldn't respond to me like that and not think about it again."
He stepped closer, and his voice dropped to just above a whisper.
"So you haven't given it another though, hmm? Haven't thought about what it would be like to feel my lips on yours again? Feel the touch of my tongue on yours? Maybe," and here he moved even closer, causing Hermione to press backwards in search of an escape that wasn't available. "Maybe feel my lips all over your body, even down here?"
As he said those last words, his one hand dropped to brush against the front of her skirt, and Hermione gasped. She desperately tried to think of something to say, but all she could think of was how incredibly sexy his voice sounded when he spoke like that. She had goosebumps on her arms, and her heart was pounding. For a moment the two just stared at each other, Hermione's eyes wide and uncertain, Draco's blue ones very intent.
"Ah, to hell with it," Draco said, and then he leaned down and kissed his bitter rival for the second time.