EVERYBODY seems to be asking why Hermione and Harry would break up in the first place? I could tell you now or leave you all in suspense. I'm taking the latter option. Just so you keep reading. I'll add it in the later chapters. But that's all I'm saying.
Someone wanted my chapters longer. Yes, well, I try to update everyday so it gets hard for me to write long ones. I get terribly lazy.
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Chapter Two
Potions, she thought dryly before she followed a certain conceited boy out of the hall and down towards the dungeons. Isn't he ever alone?? She observed that he always had at least 3 other slaves from his house who fondled over him; Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson and Malcolm Baddock.
Entering the Potions classroom, she found her Ex surrounded by little slaves, too, from his – their – house. I've never noticed how the two are so alike; she noted the likeness in the two rivals. She placed herself on the seat in front of Malfoy, just on the verge of her fellow Gryffindors to avoid blatancy.
She swiveled around in her seat to face Malfoy,
"What, Mudblood? Are you lost?" he asked mockingly, this is going to be harder that I thought,
"Seeing as my previous company is too captivated by the words of The Boy Who Flies Like A Turkey," she said sarcastically and gestured to the crowd gathered around Harry as he made rapid hand movement to further express whatever he was talking about, "I decided to find others to...talk to," she said, as she gazed up through her lashes.
He raised an eyebrow, and turned to face her, intrigued at what she had to say, "So, can I join you?" she asked, a challenge played in her eyes,
"Does such the chaste little Gryffindor want to play with the big kids?" he asked.
"Aren't I good enough?" she replied with a question, feigning her innocence, So the game begins...
"You're...fine," he answered, "Pansy, shove, make room for the Mudblood," Draco ordered, never taking his eyes off Hermione, What is she playing at, he inquired to himself. Pansy, never once hesitant in disobeying began to shift,
"Don't bother, I don't want to disturb anyone; I believe there's enough room," she said, ignoring the brutal name she had just been called.
Hermione got up and slowly walked around the desks to stand directly in front of Malfoy, and planted herself onto his lap. She lost her balance and flung her arms in the air and they ended up weaving around his neck. Acting as if this was all according to plan, she massaged his broad shoulders and neck.
Startled by such bold moves from a Gryffindor especially to one of them, all the Slytherins stared stunned.Malfoy brushed his lips across hers, and took advantage of his companions' silence, his tongue flicked playfully at her teeth, and asked permission to enter. When he faced no resistance he dominantly began exploring her mouth.
Eww, I'm kissing a Malfoy. Thoughts repeated through her head, I don't what's worse; the reality that I'm kissing a Malfoy... or that I actually like it.
His hand moved from supporting her back towards her face. It started gripping on her hair, and strained it. Tears began to form in her eyes. He was pulling her hair! Uncontrollably Hermione let out a moan filled with desire and involuntary used her arms to drag him closer to her. The yanking on her hair was so excruciating, but his mouth and tongue, working wonders, was so satisfying; such a mixture of pleasure and pain made her confused.
Malfoy pulled away first, to her disappointment. Dazed from the experience, she now knew all the rumours about him were very true. Totally unaffected by anything, Malfoy just sat back and watched her with maddening serenity.
"You're such a good kisser," she blurted out,
"Opposites attract," he drawled and gave her a trademark Malfoy smirk, before mischievously winking at her. Shocked, Hermione paused for a moment, deciding whether to take offence,
"Are you suggesting..." she said, with a deliberately pause, "that you're attracted to me?"
Snape walked in the room, and noticed the Slytherins all quiet. At the disturbing fact that a Gryffindor was on his favourite pupil's knee; he arched his eyebrow before barking,
"20 points from Gryffindor, Ms Granger, stop disturbing Mr Malfoy and return to your seat!"
Standing up, she walked back to her seat, and returned Malfoy's wink at him. All eyes, including the shocked Gryffindors, especially Harry, to her glee, were on her. Before sitting down again, she gave a backwards glance towards Malfoy.
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