Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warnings: Scenes of a sexual nature

Spoilers:SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OoTP

Summary: Before starting his 7th year of Hogwarts, Draco is given the challenge of ridding Voldemort of Harry Potter in order to join the Deatheaters. What unexpected surprises does his plan hold? DMHG

In the Eyes of the Enemy- Chapter Nine A Stolen Moment

Hermione waited for Harry outside the potions class. He was the last one to leave the dungeon and sporting a large frown. She waived to get his attention but when that didn't work she resorted to yelling "Harry over here." Harry looked up and was able to give her a small smile as he walked over to where she waited for him. He mustered up the most hopeful voice he could manage "Aren't you heading back to your room before the potion takes effect?" Hermione shook her head and replied "I will soon but I wanted to see how you were first that was just awful what Snape did in there. I've been helping Neville all these years and it's never held me back in his class, he could have left us paired together and given you a better partner. You want to become an auror you need this class. It's just not right."

Harry raised his hand to stop her from going any further "I know it's not, but you know Snape. Once his mind is set that's it, there isn't any changing it, I'll just need to work harder. I was too worried about making sure Neville did everything right for his potion, since I was the one who would be drinking it, that I let me own potion suffer. When I turned back to help him with it, it was too late. Maybe it's like Snape said we need to do this for ourselves, and I'll just need to make sure mine is done, then help Neville." Harry gave Hermione a real smile this time "even if it does land me in the hospital wing, it's better than any more zeros." Hermione pulled Harry into a hug before asking "Your sure you'll be ok?" Harry nodded "I'm more worried about you right now, having lovey dovey feeling for Malfoy is not a sight I wish to see." With a look of panic "Right the potion I almost forgot Harry I better run" From halfway down the hall Hermione yelled "bye Harry keep an eye on Ron for me." With that Harry turned and made his way toward the Gryffindor tower.

'Only five more minutes why did the stairs choose this moment to change on me?' Hermione dashed through the halls and up another flight of stairs backtracking after being turned around when the stairs had shifted beneath her. She finally made it to the Prefects meeting room and opened the heads door. She didn't waste anytime looking around the common room; instead she made her way straight for her portrait announcing the password, and scrambled for the sanctuary of her room. Hermione was once again overpowered by the sweet smell of the roses and a sudden weightless dizzy feeling came over her causing her to collapse on her bed.

Draco had too found himself overpowered by a lightness as if a heavy burden had been released from him and he drifted off too sleep. Then his heart started pounding and his mind began racing. He couldn't stop thinking of Hermione the shimmer of her lips in the dark, the fullness of her breasts; the way her face seemed to radiate it's own light. He tried to control himself 'get a grip this isn't real it's just a potion, she doesn't love you anymore than you love her.' Angry again he clinched his fist 'but you do love her, don't you, a pureblood wizard on his way to becoming one of Lord Voldemort's Death Eaters and you've fallen for your prey, a filthy mudblood. You're supposed to be fooling her but your only fooling yourself. You love the way she smiles, the way she feels, the way her eyes dance when she knows she's right. She's no filthy mudblood she a brilliant witch, a beautiful witch, but she'll never be your witch. DAMNIT. ' With that last thought Draco slammed his fist into the wall above his bed.

Hermione woke from her short slumber feeling relaxed and warm inside. The moment the smell of the flowers rose to her nose she remembered Draco. 'He had been so kind and thoughtful. In the last 24 hours he was like a new man in her eyes. He wasn't the arrogant git she's always thought him to be. He hadn't called her mudblood once since she got on the train. In fact he had surprised her by calling her Hermione.' A warm shiver passed up her spine at the thought of him calling her by her first name. Hermione tried to remind herself 'this is only a potion these feelings of love aren't real.' In a moment of terror she gripped her blanket in her fist. 'Love, she couldn't possibly be in love. Sure she loved the way he looked, the strength in his hands, the way he smelled.' The aroma of the roses drifted around her again, circling her like a warm hug. 'The roses before we even took the potion he said they reminded him of me. What did he mean by that?' Hermione jumped off the bed and headed for the door declaring aloud "I'm going to find out."

Hermione marched across the common room and straight over to the smirking portrait on the wall who asked "Yes what do you want Granger" Hermione stiffened for a moment then deciding this was only Draco's likeness not really him as she replied "I need to speak with Draco" The likeness merely grinned "well I have orders that he is not to be disturbed by anyone and that means you mudblood so hurry along." Hermione was enraged and began to scream, "Draco Malfoy you get out her right this instant or I'm tearing down this portrait and coming in after you."

With that the portrait swung open and Draco stepped though the doorway. Their eyes locked and Draco reached out his hands pulling her face to meet his lips in a soft embrace. At first she started to squirm, but then yielded to his kiss, her mouth opened allowing her tongue to find his. After a moment the kiss was broken but only long enough for his lips to find her cheeks and continue down her neck. This caused her give out a low moan. A shiver passed along Draco's spine, as her hands, which had found their way inside his robes, began piercing his skin. He took the opportunity to undo the clasp at her neck, which were holding her own robes in place, once undone they fell silently to the floor. Draco returned to her lips, feeling his passion burning, lifted her around is waist. Kissing feverishly he turned her toward the wall and all it's books, the books she loved, he wanted her to love him too. Against the wall he set her down, but pressed against her, then focused his attention to her neck and ears while his hands matched hers button for button in removing each others shirts.

Hermione wanted to cry, he was now kissing her breasts and the pleasure was more than anything she knew possible, but he wasn't stopping and she didn't want him to stop it felt right it felt good. He had removed her underwear, without her even realizing it, and teasing her with his fingers while still suckling her breasts. It was almost too much to take, her hips began rolling beneath his hand, and she began to moan with pleasure. It was the that she called out his name "Oh Draco."

That was it for him, his passion was stirring too strong, and he pulled her up around his waist again. He pivoted around and turned toward the couch allowing the two of them to collapse on top of it. He continued kissing and caressing her body. He then felt her hands undoing his belt, then pants, and finally boxers. He was hard and she had all but asked, so he kissed her fiercely while entering her.

Hermione felt a sharp pain as he entered and single row of tears flowed from her eyes but she didn't want to stop. Her back arched and her hips moved to meet his. The pain melted away and became pleasure he was a skilled lover of that she had no doubt he found places on her body that would cause her to moan and writhe beneath him. It was pure bliss as they continued in their rocking motion she never wanted it to end for him to no longer be a part of her.

Draco didn't want to stop her body beneath his felt perfect never before had he been with someone who could meat him at every step. She looked beautiful beneath him. In his stolen glances he could see the soft smile on her face, and the way she bit her lip when he hit a spot that pushed her ecstasy further. She felt right, this felt right, he didn't want this moment to end but then he felt her spasm beneath him, and he couldn't contain himself any longer, and climaxed along with her.