When dinner rolled around that evening, Hermione wanted to run far away.
Usually dinner was a fun time. She got to hang out with her two best
friends, catch up on the latest gossip around the castle. Now she would be
the latest gossip. The thought made her stomach churn.
She poured herself a glass of water, and drank it slowly. As the water slid down her throat, she noticed a picture of her, Harry, and Ron on her dresser. Taking the necessary steps to get there, she placed the glass down and picked up the picture.
The trio were laughing, smiling, and being themselves. The picture was taken the previous summer at Ron's house when they stayed for a month. The week before she had made the biggest mistake of her life.
Gently placing the picture back down, Hermione turned and slipped her school robes back on, and glanced around the room. She wasn't ready to leave, but it was now or never.
Hermione stepped out of the portrait hole, and headed down the empty corridors, hoping that suddenly everything would change and be perfect again.
The farther she got, the less realistic her dream became.
Soon the chattering of the students was heard, and Hermione couldn't help but shake like a leaf. Harry and Ron were going to kill her. She'd rather have that, then them hate her. She was practically sleeping with the enemy.
As she descended the last staircase, she spotted the Great Hall doors in front of her. It took all the nerve in the world to make her feet move.
The lights in the Entrance Hall were dim, barely illuminating anything. The Great Hall on the other hand was marvelously lit. Hermione had read about the realistic night sky on the ceiling in Hogwarts: A History, and the only other person that had read about it was a certain dragon.
Hermione didn't see the brilliant glow or twinkling of the stars as she stepped in though. She saw the fiery inferno of hell.
And as if right on cue, Draco looked straight at her and smirked as if he was Lucifer himself. That smirk sent chills up and down Hermione's spine.
"'Mione! Over here!" Ron called.
Not bothering to take a look at the redhead, Hermione turned towards the left, and started making her way to the Slytherin table. Most of the Great Hall had become hushed as they watched the brave lion tread into snake territory.
Ron and Harry cocked and eyebrow and watched as well.
"Where in the bloody 'ell is she off to?" Seamus muttered to the two.
They shrugged and turned their attention back to her.
Draco patted the space beside him on the bench. Most of the Slytherin's were sneering; others seemed to be sick at the sight of her. The Slytherin Prince himself wasn't. He welcomed her with open arms.
The lion took a seat beside him and didn't make eye contact with anyone but the sliver platter in front of her. She felt as if the world had come to a pause, and was watching her and only her.
The first reactions Draco wanted to see for himself was the other 2/3 of the Gryffindor trio. He casually glanced to where they were sitting and noticed their gaping mouths. The sight of them made Draco want to burst out laughing at his triumph, but he kept it contained as he took Hermione's hand gently and kissed her delicate fingertips.
Not one person blinked as Draco did so. Hermione's heart even skipped a few beats.
It was the first time since the trio's second year that the Great Hall was in complete silence. Draco seemed to take no notice of it, and grabbed his goblet of pumpkin juice. As he took greedy gulps, he kept shifting his eyes to glance at Hermione. She was a complete wreck. That was noticeable to anyone.
"I trust you all know Granger here," Draco said to the table coolly.
No one dared to say otherwise. Some nodded, others pretended not to care, but not one person said anything remotely rude to the brunette.
Pansy Parkinson didn't take one bite of her food, just sat there playing with it. Just about everyone knew about her crush on Draco, and to see that he had chosen a mudblood over her sent her over the top. Blaise Zabini and Terence Higgs kept taking sidelong glances at Hermione, but as soon as Draco would look their way, they'd start on about quidditch.
The Gryffindors stared in disgust at Draco and Hermione. This had to be the biggest shock since Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban.
"Maybe... it's you know," Ron started off, "It's about their schoolwork. They both have most of their classes together."
"Hermione hates Draco," Harry spat as he took a bite out of his mashed potatoes.
"Well, I dunno then," Ron finished.
Back at the Slytherin table, it was a winter day. No one had anything to say, Pansy and Millicent kept throwing dirty looks at Hermione, and Draco didn't seem to notice a bit of it.
"Give me the salt, Granger," Draco stated.
Hermione stared at the blonde with disbelief. She turned from him to the saltshaker, which was directly in front of him. Most of the Slytherin girls were snickering silently to themselves, and the Gryffindor's watched to see what one of their own was going to do.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"It was a simple request. I'm sure the cleverest witch in school can do it," Draco drawled.
Hermione looked around her and narrowed her eyes. She was being made a fool of. Without a glance towards anyone, she got up from the table, and stormed out of the Great Hall.
No one made a sound as Draco threw his fork down and followed in her footsteps. If looks could've killed, he would've killed everyone with that venomous glare. Not only had Hermione proved that they weren't an actual couple, but she embarrassed him. And no one embarrassed Draco Malfoy.
As he stepped out of the great hall, his eyes wandered around for any sign of her. She was fast, because she was nowhere in sight. Draco though, knew where she was headed.
Practically sprinting up to the seventh floor, he turned left, and examined each portrait carefully. Being the head girl, Hermione had her own room, which of course Potter and Weasley knew about. Draco remembered the conversations that the trio had, and he knew that the picture had a woman holding a snake. And as if someone had heard his thoughts, there it was.
Draco approached the portrait and crossed his arms over his chest. The woman in the portrait gazed at him and raised a slender brow.
"Password?" She asked.
Password... password? That was the only flaw in his plan. Slytherins didn't give up though. He placed his most charming smile upon his lips and shrugged slightly.
"I was just coming to see my girlfriend, Hermione," He stepped a bit closer to the portrait, and tilted his head to the side, "Usually we go to my room. Neat freak that one is."
The woman pondered a bit on whether to let him in or not. Draco pouted his lip out slightly to help out her decision.
"Well... are you sure she won't be angry?" She asked.
"I assure you, madam, that she won't have one word to say about it."
The woman smiled, and the portrait swung open. Draco rolled his eyes and stepped inside the portrait hole, and jumped slightly as the portrait slammed behind him. He ventured farther into the room, and examined her territory.
Scarlet and gold, just as he expected.
Her books sat neatly on her desk. Slung across a chair was her cloak. All sorts of pictures of her family, the Weasley's, and the trio lined the walls. Draco decided to get a better look at the snapshots, and walked over to the wall that they were on.
One picture was of her, Harry, and Ron at a school Quidditch match. They all waved back to him. He noticed how incredibly happy she was. Her cheeks were tinged with pink. Her smile was perfect. A flash of jealousy ran through him. She had never been that happy around him. It didn't matter though... this was Hermione Granger that he was dealing with.
No sign of the mudblood witch though. He cocked a curious brow and meandered some more, before hearing running water. A wicked smile came upon his lips as he ventured into her bedroom, and saw the door of her bathroom shut.
Perfect opportunity.
Not bothering to even knock, Draco barged into her bathroom to find the brunette in the bathtub with bubbles almost covering her head. He noticed her eyes were closed, probably asleep.
So many thoughts were running through his twisted mind. What he could do to her. The opportunities were endless. Very quietly he crept over and knelt down beside the bathtub. He took one of his hands and gently stroked her forehead.
Hermione's eyes flew open and when she saw who exactly had invaded her privacy, she screamed as loud as her lungs could muster.
"You fucking bastard! What do you think your doing?" She asked angrily, not daring to move incase he saw more of her than he already had.
Draco tilted his head to the side and shrugged. In his eyes, he wasn't doing anything wrong. Nothing at all. Just checking up on his beloved 'girlfriend'.
"Shut it, Granger. After what you did back there, your lucky I haven't tried drowning you."
Hermione bit her lip to keep from saying anything else.
"Good. Now do you think you walking out on me like that was a good way to announce our relationship to our peers?" He asked as he continued to stroke her hair.
Every time he said relationship Hermione resisted the urge to throw up. She refused making eye contact with him, in fear that he'd burn her souls with those eyes. They were stormy gray, which meant he was angry. And everyone knew it wasn't best to anger a snake.
There was a sudden spur of courage in her. The exact trait of a Gryffindor. She got up out of the bath, and grabbed her towel, wrapping it around herself before Draco could utter a word.
"Your sick, Malfoy, She said as she stepped out of the bath.
Draco didn't pay attention to her words. She told him that every day for the past seven years. Instead he found something more... entertaining. He watched as the bubbles slid down from underneath the towel onto her perfect, creamy white legs.
Hermione followed his gaze, and sneered. She turned towards the door and started off for her bedroom.
"Granger!" Draco called out to her.
Once again, "Granger!"
When she didn't bother to look back, Draco stormed out of her bathroom and into her room. He found the Gryffindor by her closet, attempting to find something to wear. Not being able to take her ignoring him, Draco grabbed her arm violently and pulled her to him.
"Don't you ever turn your back on me," He angrily spat out.
Hermione stared wide-eyed at the man in front of her, and found that she could barely breath. She couldn't remember the last time he had ever been so mean, so angry with her. Sure they had petty little word-fights. A few slaps here and there. But this time he had gone too far. She was scared.
"Stoppit, Malfoy," She stated in barely a whisper.
He locked his gray orbs with her brown ones and tightened the grip on her wrist. Hermione winced at the pain as his fingernails dug deeper into her already sensitive skin.
Draco wasn't giving up just yet.
"You're hurting me. Please... stop."
Draco noticed the tears welling in those innocent brown eyes he lost himself in, and smirked. He loved seeing her cry. It fed his desires. He pushed her even farther by brushing his lips upon her neck. At first it was slow and soft, but he wanted to hear her scream, he wanted her to beg him to stop. Soon he took it from the soft kisses, to hungry bites.
She couldn't hold it in any longer. Hermione was struggling under his grip, whimpering as he abused her. Nothing was stopping him though. Not as she pounded into his shoulder, with her small fist. Not as she kicked at his legs. She gave up and cried.
As she started in, Draco smirked at his triumph. He took his mouth away from her neck and brought his hands to her shoulders and held her tightly in his arms. Her hair brushed against his nose, and inhaled the special vanilla scent that only she had. His hands caressed her body softly, and his lips kissed the top of her head.
"There, there my brave little lion. It's alright," he said softly.
Hermione held onto his shirt as she forced herself to stop crying. She had no clue how Draco's mind worked, but he was mad. Completely out of his mind.
"Nothing you could do, could hurt me more than my friends hating me, Malfoy," She muttered.
Draco stared down at her and raised a curious brow. She wasn't as weak as he thought. Her friends were important to her. Although he could've just let her off from pity, he didn't want to. He couldn't.
With a groan, Draco released her from his grip. As he paced back and forth, Hermione took a bold step and sat down on her bed, while adjusting her towel to stay on.
"I'm only doing this because of my friends, Malfoy. That's the only reason," Hermione said as she watched him.
Draco stopped in his tracks as she spoke. Without warning, he climbed up on top of her, and pinned her to the bed. Not paying attention to her whimpers, Draco straddled her waist and wet his lips.
"Lets get serious, Granger. All right? I'm going to explain some things since we're going to attempt to make this act believable," He started, "Rule number one, as the role of my girlfriend, I demand respect. Not like the stuff you pulled in the Great Hall. Rule two, I am Draco in public; girlfriends don't call their boyfriends by their last names. Three, PDA-"
"PD-what?"
Draco rolled his eyes.
"Public display of affection. If you see real couples, they kiss, hug, and all that stuff in front of everyone. Sort of like bragging."
Hermione looked disgusted when he mentioned that.
"There is no way in hell I'm kissing you in front of the entire school, Malfoy."
Draco tightened the grip on her wrist to make her shut up.
"Four, you have the responsibilities of a girlfriend. And five, no associating with Potter and Weasley while I'm around. Draco Malfoy's girlfriend wouldn't be having tea with the boy who lived and his faithful sidekick."
Hermione felt like screaming. Her life was lost, and the only hope of ever getting it back was doing making Malfoy cut of the deal. The likeliness of that happing was slim to none. All hope was lost.
"Do we have a deal?"
With one nod, Draco was satisfied.
He leaned down, and brushed his lips upon hers. A much different kiss from the first one. Soft, gentle, teasing. His tongue ran along the outside of her lips, begging for access. He sat in an upward position, and pulled Hermione up with him.
His kiss mesmerized her. She didn't bother to fight back, but instead wrapped her arms around his neck and granted his tongue access into her mouth. The two groped at each other, and kissed like it was their last ever.
Draco was the one to break the kiss. He stared at the brunette and admired her swollen lips, her chest as it heaved up and down as she panted. There was no denying her beauty.
"What was that for?" Hermione asked in between gasp for air.
"You always seal things with a kiss, Granger."
She nodded and touched her bruised lips. Draco wanted to take her at that very second, but he had plenty of time. He hopped off of her bed, and brushed off his pants.
"I'll see you in the morning. It's only fair that I have breakfast with the Gryffindors tomorrow."
Hermione gaped at him.
"There's a lot more to me then what you think," He said simply as he headed out of her room, and through the portrait hole.
She stood there wide-eyed, in awe of the boy that left. Something had change. What it was, she couldn't figure it out.
Not bothering to change into pj's, she dropped the towel, and slipped into the warmth and comfort of the silk sheets on her bed. The only person on her mind was Draco Malfoy as she drifted off to sleep.
And the only person on his mind was Hermione Granger as he headed to the Slytherin dungeons.
She poured herself a glass of water, and drank it slowly. As the water slid down her throat, she noticed a picture of her, Harry, and Ron on her dresser. Taking the necessary steps to get there, she placed the glass down and picked up the picture.
The trio were laughing, smiling, and being themselves. The picture was taken the previous summer at Ron's house when they stayed for a month. The week before she had made the biggest mistake of her life.
Gently placing the picture back down, Hermione turned and slipped her school robes back on, and glanced around the room. She wasn't ready to leave, but it was now or never.
Hermione stepped out of the portrait hole, and headed down the empty corridors, hoping that suddenly everything would change and be perfect again.
The farther she got, the less realistic her dream became.
Soon the chattering of the students was heard, and Hermione couldn't help but shake like a leaf. Harry and Ron were going to kill her. She'd rather have that, then them hate her. She was practically sleeping with the enemy.
As she descended the last staircase, she spotted the Great Hall doors in front of her. It took all the nerve in the world to make her feet move.
The lights in the Entrance Hall were dim, barely illuminating anything. The Great Hall on the other hand was marvelously lit. Hermione had read about the realistic night sky on the ceiling in Hogwarts: A History, and the only other person that had read about it was a certain dragon.
Hermione didn't see the brilliant glow or twinkling of the stars as she stepped in though. She saw the fiery inferno of hell.
And as if right on cue, Draco looked straight at her and smirked as if he was Lucifer himself. That smirk sent chills up and down Hermione's spine.
"'Mione! Over here!" Ron called.
Not bothering to take a look at the redhead, Hermione turned towards the left, and started making her way to the Slytherin table. Most of the Great Hall had become hushed as they watched the brave lion tread into snake territory.
Ron and Harry cocked and eyebrow and watched as well.
"Where in the bloody 'ell is she off to?" Seamus muttered to the two.
They shrugged and turned their attention back to her.
Draco patted the space beside him on the bench. Most of the Slytherin's were sneering; others seemed to be sick at the sight of her. The Slytherin Prince himself wasn't. He welcomed her with open arms.
The lion took a seat beside him and didn't make eye contact with anyone but the sliver platter in front of her. She felt as if the world had come to a pause, and was watching her and only her.
The first reactions Draco wanted to see for himself was the other 2/3 of the Gryffindor trio. He casually glanced to where they were sitting and noticed their gaping mouths. The sight of them made Draco want to burst out laughing at his triumph, but he kept it contained as he took Hermione's hand gently and kissed her delicate fingertips.
Not one person blinked as Draco did so. Hermione's heart even skipped a few beats.
It was the first time since the trio's second year that the Great Hall was in complete silence. Draco seemed to take no notice of it, and grabbed his goblet of pumpkin juice. As he took greedy gulps, he kept shifting his eyes to glance at Hermione. She was a complete wreck. That was noticeable to anyone.
"I trust you all know Granger here," Draco said to the table coolly.
No one dared to say otherwise. Some nodded, others pretended not to care, but not one person said anything remotely rude to the brunette.
Pansy Parkinson didn't take one bite of her food, just sat there playing with it. Just about everyone knew about her crush on Draco, and to see that he had chosen a mudblood over her sent her over the top. Blaise Zabini and Terence Higgs kept taking sidelong glances at Hermione, but as soon as Draco would look their way, they'd start on about quidditch.
The Gryffindors stared in disgust at Draco and Hermione. This had to be the biggest shock since Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban.
"Maybe... it's you know," Ron started off, "It's about their schoolwork. They both have most of their classes together."
"Hermione hates Draco," Harry spat as he took a bite out of his mashed potatoes.
"Well, I dunno then," Ron finished.
Back at the Slytherin table, it was a winter day. No one had anything to say, Pansy and Millicent kept throwing dirty looks at Hermione, and Draco didn't seem to notice a bit of it.
"Give me the salt, Granger," Draco stated.
Hermione stared at the blonde with disbelief. She turned from him to the saltshaker, which was directly in front of him. Most of the Slytherin girls were snickering silently to themselves, and the Gryffindor's watched to see what one of their own was going to do.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"It was a simple request. I'm sure the cleverest witch in school can do it," Draco drawled.
Hermione looked around her and narrowed her eyes. She was being made a fool of. Without a glance towards anyone, she got up from the table, and stormed out of the Great Hall.
No one made a sound as Draco threw his fork down and followed in her footsteps. If looks could've killed, he would've killed everyone with that venomous glare. Not only had Hermione proved that they weren't an actual couple, but she embarrassed him. And no one embarrassed Draco Malfoy.
As he stepped out of the great hall, his eyes wandered around for any sign of her. She was fast, because she was nowhere in sight. Draco though, knew where she was headed.
Practically sprinting up to the seventh floor, he turned left, and examined each portrait carefully. Being the head girl, Hermione had her own room, which of course Potter and Weasley knew about. Draco remembered the conversations that the trio had, and he knew that the picture had a woman holding a snake. And as if someone had heard his thoughts, there it was.
Draco approached the portrait and crossed his arms over his chest. The woman in the portrait gazed at him and raised a slender brow.
"Password?" She asked.
Password... password? That was the only flaw in his plan. Slytherins didn't give up though. He placed his most charming smile upon his lips and shrugged slightly.
"I was just coming to see my girlfriend, Hermione," He stepped a bit closer to the portrait, and tilted his head to the side, "Usually we go to my room. Neat freak that one is."
The woman pondered a bit on whether to let him in or not. Draco pouted his lip out slightly to help out her decision.
"Well... are you sure she won't be angry?" She asked.
"I assure you, madam, that she won't have one word to say about it."
The woman smiled, and the portrait swung open. Draco rolled his eyes and stepped inside the portrait hole, and jumped slightly as the portrait slammed behind him. He ventured farther into the room, and examined her territory.
Scarlet and gold, just as he expected.
Her books sat neatly on her desk. Slung across a chair was her cloak. All sorts of pictures of her family, the Weasley's, and the trio lined the walls. Draco decided to get a better look at the snapshots, and walked over to the wall that they were on.
One picture was of her, Harry, and Ron at a school Quidditch match. They all waved back to him. He noticed how incredibly happy she was. Her cheeks were tinged with pink. Her smile was perfect. A flash of jealousy ran through him. She had never been that happy around him. It didn't matter though... this was Hermione Granger that he was dealing with.
No sign of the mudblood witch though. He cocked a curious brow and meandered some more, before hearing running water. A wicked smile came upon his lips as he ventured into her bedroom, and saw the door of her bathroom shut.
Perfect opportunity.
Not bothering to even knock, Draco barged into her bathroom to find the brunette in the bathtub with bubbles almost covering her head. He noticed her eyes were closed, probably asleep.
So many thoughts were running through his twisted mind. What he could do to her. The opportunities were endless. Very quietly he crept over and knelt down beside the bathtub. He took one of his hands and gently stroked her forehead.
Hermione's eyes flew open and when she saw who exactly had invaded her privacy, she screamed as loud as her lungs could muster.
"You fucking bastard! What do you think your doing?" She asked angrily, not daring to move incase he saw more of her than he already had.
Draco tilted his head to the side and shrugged. In his eyes, he wasn't doing anything wrong. Nothing at all. Just checking up on his beloved 'girlfriend'.
"Shut it, Granger. After what you did back there, your lucky I haven't tried drowning you."
Hermione bit her lip to keep from saying anything else.
"Good. Now do you think you walking out on me like that was a good way to announce our relationship to our peers?" He asked as he continued to stroke her hair.
Every time he said relationship Hermione resisted the urge to throw up. She refused making eye contact with him, in fear that he'd burn her souls with those eyes. They were stormy gray, which meant he was angry. And everyone knew it wasn't best to anger a snake.
There was a sudden spur of courage in her. The exact trait of a Gryffindor. She got up out of the bath, and grabbed her towel, wrapping it around herself before Draco could utter a word.
"Your sick, Malfoy, She said as she stepped out of the bath.
Draco didn't pay attention to her words. She told him that every day for the past seven years. Instead he found something more... entertaining. He watched as the bubbles slid down from underneath the towel onto her perfect, creamy white legs.
Hermione followed his gaze, and sneered. She turned towards the door and started off for her bedroom.
"Granger!" Draco called out to her.
Once again, "Granger!"
When she didn't bother to look back, Draco stormed out of her bathroom and into her room. He found the Gryffindor by her closet, attempting to find something to wear. Not being able to take her ignoring him, Draco grabbed her arm violently and pulled her to him.
"Don't you ever turn your back on me," He angrily spat out.
Hermione stared wide-eyed at the man in front of her, and found that she could barely breath. She couldn't remember the last time he had ever been so mean, so angry with her. Sure they had petty little word-fights. A few slaps here and there. But this time he had gone too far. She was scared.
"Stoppit, Malfoy," She stated in barely a whisper.
He locked his gray orbs with her brown ones and tightened the grip on her wrist. Hermione winced at the pain as his fingernails dug deeper into her already sensitive skin.
Draco wasn't giving up just yet.
"You're hurting me. Please... stop."
Draco noticed the tears welling in those innocent brown eyes he lost himself in, and smirked. He loved seeing her cry. It fed his desires. He pushed her even farther by brushing his lips upon her neck. At first it was slow and soft, but he wanted to hear her scream, he wanted her to beg him to stop. Soon he took it from the soft kisses, to hungry bites.
She couldn't hold it in any longer. Hermione was struggling under his grip, whimpering as he abused her. Nothing was stopping him though. Not as she pounded into his shoulder, with her small fist. Not as she kicked at his legs. She gave up and cried.
As she started in, Draco smirked at his triumph. He took his mouth away from her neck and brought his hands to her shoulders and held her tightly in his arms. Her hair brushed against his nose, and inhaled the special vanilla scent that only she had. His hands caressed her body softly, and his lips kissed the top of her head.
"There, there my brave little lion. It's alright," he said softly.
Hermione held onto his shirt as she forced herself to stop crying. She had no clue how Draco's mind worked, but he was mad. Completely out of his mind.
"Nothing you could do, could hurt me more than my friends hating me, Malfoy," She muttered.
Draco stared down at her and raised a curious brow. She wasn't as weak as he thought. Her friends were important to her. Although he could've just let her off from pity, he didn't want to. He couldn't.
With a groan, Draco released her from his grip. As he paced back and forth, Hermione took a bold step and sat down on her bed, while adjusting her towel to stay on.
"I'm only doing this because of my friends, Malfoy. That's the only reason," Hermione said as she watched him.
Draco stopped in his tracks as she spoke. Without warning, he climbed up on top of her, and pinned her to the bed. Not paying attention to her whimpers, Draco straddled her waist and wet his lips.
"Lets get serious, Granger. All right? I'm going to explain some things since we're going to attempt to make this act believable," He started, "Rule number one, as the role of my girlfriend, I demand respect. Not like the stuff you pulled in the Great Hall. Rule two, I am Draco in public; girlfriends don't call their boyfriends by their last names. Three, PDA-"
"PD-what?"
Draco rolled his eyes.
"Public display of affection. If you see real couples, they kiss, hug, and all that stuff in front of everyone. Sort of like bragging."
Hermione looked disgusted when he mentioned that.
"There is no way in hell I'm kissing you in front of the entire school, Malfoy."
Draco tightened the grip on her wrist to make her shut up.
"Four, you have the responsibilities of a girlfriend. And five, no associating with Potter and Weasley while I'm around. Draco Malfoy's girlfriend wouldn't be having tea with the boy who lived and his faithful sidekick."
Hermione felt like screaming. Her life was lost, and the only hope of ever getting it back was doing making Malfoy cut of the deal. The likeliness of that happing was slim to none. All hope was lost.
"Do we have a deal?"
With one nod, Draco was satisfied.
He leaned down, and brushed his lips upon hers. A much different kiss from the first one. Soft, gentle, teasing. His tongue ran along the outside of her lips, begging for access. He sat in an upward position, and pulled Hermione up with him.
His kiss mesmerized her. She didn't bother to fight back, but instead wrapped her arms around his neck and granted his tongue access into her mouth. The two groped at each other, and kissed like it was their last ever.
Draco was the one to break the kiss. He stared at the brunette and admired her swollen lips, her chest as it heaved up and down as she panted. There was no denying her beauty.
"What was that for?" Hermione asked in between gasp for air.
"You always seal things with a kiss, Granger."
She nodded and touched her bruised lips. Draco wanted to take her at that very second, but he had plenty of time. He hopped off of her bed, and brushed off his pants.
"I'll see you in the morning. It's only fair that I have breakfast with the Gryffindors tomorrow."
Hermione gaped at him.
"There's a lot more to me then what you think," He said simply as he headed out of her room, and through the portrait hole.
She stood there wide-eyed, in awe of the boy that left. Something had change. What it was, she couldn't figure it out.
Not bothering to change into pj's, she dropped the towel, and slipped into the warmth and comfort of the silk sheets on her bed. The only person on her mind was Draco Malfoy as she drifted off to sleep.
And the only person on his mind was Hermione Granger as he headed to the Slytherin dungeons.