A/N: This is a nice long chappie for ya!
RECAP:
'Some one came back for us!' She said excitedly. She proceeded to get up. Draco jumped up first and walked over to the door. He opened it and peered out. He saw two dark clothed figures behind the bar, putting bottles of alcohol into bags. He gasped and closed the door slowly.
'What are you doing? Let's go out there!' Hermione said walking over to him.
'Shh...'
'What? Why?'
'Remember when I said these people are uncivilized and didn't think robbers would come?' He asked in a hushed tone.
'Yeah?' She whispered back.
'They were wrong.'
Chap. 9
'What?' She asked worriedly. 'Those are robbers out there?'
'Yes, now shh!' He scolded quietly.
He grabbed Hermione's hand and looked around. There was a small closet.
'Come here.' He whispered.
She followed him hand in hand to the door. He opened it quietly. There was barely any room.
'Go in.' He ordered. She did. He began to close the door, but she stopped him.
'What about you?!' She asked quietly.
'I can't fit. Just go in, let me close the door.'
'No! You can fit! I'm not leaving you out here! What if they come in!'
'I can handle myself, Granger. Stop arguing and let me close the door.'
She firmly shook her head.
'I'm not having it on my conscience for you to be out here while I'm safe in there.' She retorted. 'We can both fit.'
Foot steps approached the furnace room door.
'Hermione!' He cried, 'Get in!'
She pulled him into the closet, pushed him onto the floor, and shut the door on them.
When she shut it, it pushed her onto Draco's lap because of the lack of space.
'Oh!' He groaned as she landed on his manhood.
'Sorry.' She said sincerely.
'No problem.' He squeaked.
She blushed seeing his hand move to his injured member. She was now sitting on his hand. When he realized that her butt was on his hand, he took the opportunity to "accidentally" brush over it as many times as he could. After the fourth or fifth time he smacked his hand.
'Stop it.' She demanded.
'What?' He asked innocently.
Then they heard the door to the furnace room open.
Hermione gasped in fear. Her breathing increased heavily and was a bit too loud. Draco covered her mouth gently with one hand, then other pulled her close against him.
They heard two men talking about what they took.
'All this rum will get us good and drunk for tonight.' One said.
'Yeah, who's all coming to the party tonight?'
'I don't know. I just told them all to meet us in the Shrieking Shack for a party.'
'Well, there's nothing in here. Let's go back and make sure we don't want anything else in the bar.'
The two men left, closing the door behind them.
'Good they are gone.' Draco said quietly.
'Draco...did you hear them?'
'Yeah. They are having a party with liquor, shall we go?' He asked with his classic smirk.
'No! What I meant was that they are going to be in the Shrieking Shack...'
'So.'
'That's right across this building. They'd see us if we leave.' Hermione said.
'Ohhhh...we'll just have to wait until it's over.'
'Do you think they are still in the other room?' Hermione asked.
-CRASH!!!- 'SHIT!'-
'Yup.' Draco replied after hearing the sounds from the other rooms.
Hermione sighed.
'See, now I bet those robbers are stupid and dangerous...aren't you glad you are in here now?'
'I could have handled them, but yes I am...I have a good seat here...good for my touching sense.' He joked.
'You are so perverted.' She snapped.
'That's perverted?' He asked.
'I think so, yes.'
'Would you like me to enlighten you?' He asked.
'No. I wouldn't.' She snapped.
'How long do you think we are going to have to stay in this tiny closet?' Draco asked.
'I have no idea.' Hermione sighed.
They sat in silence, which wasn't rare for them. Many thoughts running through their minds. Hermione was thinking about how closely related this was to her dreams, Draco was thinking about Hermione's body.
'Granger?'
'Yes?' She asked quickly, feeling that he knew that she was thinking about him...even though she also knew he didn't. 'What?'
'Why do you always layer your clothes?'
'What??'
'Your clothes. You always layer, why don't you ever show off your figure?'
'Umm...why are you asking me that? Where did that come from?'
'I was noticing this sweater actually hugs your chest a bit and I had never seen you wear any thing more risqué then this even.' He sighed, 'And this sweater isn't even bad.'
'Malfoy,'
'Oh it's back to Malfoy is it?' He asked smiling.
'What?'
'You were calling me Draco a few minutes ago.'
'I was? I didn't mean to. Sometimes it just comes out.'
'Why?'
'I don't know.' She said. 'I do know that you shouldn't be concentrating on my clothing as much as you are now though.'
'You are on top of me. You won't let me touch you, so I have to think about it.'
'I'm sitting on you. How are you not touching me?' She asked.
'Not like that. Would you like me to demonstrate?'
'If it is like you touching my butt like before then no.' She stated.
'Are you sure?' He asked hopefully.
'Pretty sure.'
'How sure is pretty sure?'
'Pretty darn.' She replied.
'It doesn't have to mean anything between us. Aren't you bored?' He asked.
'Yes, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let you do weird things to me.'
'They won't be weird...if you let me I bet you'll like it.'
'Won't be weird? How would you describe it then, Malfoy?'
'Pleasurable, for the both of us.'
Hermione rolled her eyes.
'I don't think so.'
'How do you feel sitting on my lap?'
'Fine.'
'Are you comfortable?'
'Yes, thank you.'
He opened his legs so she fell onto the floor.
'Ow!' She cried, 'What was that for?'
'Wanting to continue being bored.'
She narrowed her eyes at him as she rubbed her sore butt.
'Would you like me to massage your ass for you?' He asked.
'No!' She yelled angrily.
'You really don't want me to do anything to you?'
'No.'
'Wow...you are different from any girl I've ever met.'
'Good. The only girls you know are whores.'
'What you say is true.' He sighed. 'You are the only girl I consider nearly equal, respect-wise. I'm obviously richer, purer and more intelligent than you.'
'Ha! That's a joke.' She said mocking him. 'You got money over me, and that doesn't even count because it's your daddy's.'
'I have a trust fund that's all mine.' He retorted angrily. 'You admit I do have shit over you though, that's a start.'
She wrinkled her nose up at him, then shoved herself against him...she was sitting in-between his legs, so you know what she injured...again.
'Oh! Fuck! Hermione!'
'I said no.' She replied grinning at him.
He was holding his dick, but laughed at her joke.
'Ha, that was actually a good one, Granger.' He said, 'Turning my cry of pain into a sexual request cry.'
She shrugged her shoulders.
It started to get very hot in the little closet now. The furnace was working over time.
'Oh...now I'm hot...' She sighed uncomfortably.
'Yes, yes you are.' He smirked.
'Shut up.'
'Ouch! Don't take compliments too well do you, Granger? Why? Don't get them often?'
'Shut up Malfoy.'
'Take off your sweater if your so hot.' He said, hoping she would.
'I would, but you'll just say sexual things so I'll keep it on.'
'I'll say sexual things either way, Granger. You might as well be comfortable as I do it.'
'No. I'm fine.'
'Mmmk.'
He then stretched.
'Oh man! Does this T-shirt feel so cool! I'm glad I'm not wearing my thick, hot sweater anymore!' He said loudly.
'I hate you.' She sneered.
'I know.' He laughed.
Hermione wiped her brow. She was ridiculously hot now.
Draco just laid back against the wall, with her between his legs, comfortably.
'God! I hate you!' She cried. She then stood up and took off her thick blue sweater, revealing a black tank top.
'See now isn't that better?' Draco asked her.
'Ahhh...' She sighed happily, 'Much.'
As she stood up Draco took this opportunity to stretch himself across the little amount of floor they had.
'Malfoy...I need room.'
'Noooo you don't. You can stand.'
'Please?' She asked as she threw her sweater on top of some boxes. 'I'll sit on you.' She threatened.
'Oh, that'll do a whole lot. You aren't heavy and you've been sitting on me the entire
time anyway.'
She crossed her arms angrily.
'Fine.' She plopped down on top of him.
'OOF!' He grunted as she landed hard on his stomach.
His torso was on the floor, his legs were up against the wall. Her legs were wide as she sat on his stomach gazing down at him proudly. He looked up to see her legs wide.
'You know...if you didn't have pants on right now, we could be having some real fun.'
'Ugh.' She grumbled. She swung her right leg over to the other side so both were facing the same way. 'You make everything difficult.'
'If you would just give in for a change, I wouldn't have to be.' Draco replied.
She crossed her arm and stared at boxes. She kept thinking about all the sexual things Draco was saying to her. 'Why he is saying these things to me? He doesn't really want to do them does he?' She thought to herself. She looked down at him. He had his arms behind his head and his eyes closed. It looked like he was thinking too. 'Oh...look at him. He's really hot.' She thought. She then turned away from him sharply. She shook her head and scolded herself. 'You shouldn't be thinking that way.' Then a voice in her head said, 'It would be nice to feel him wouldn't it?' 'No.' 'You've seen him and felt him before...didn't you like it?' 'No.' 'Don't lie...I know what you truly feel.' 'He's a pervert, I'd never do anything with him.' 'Let's just see how long that lasts...look at him...he's gorgeous.'
Hermione did. She saw his longish hair rest over his eyes. His perfect moist lips pursed, as if waiting for her to lean down and kiss him. His arms' muscles bulging. She was surprised his tight T-shirt wasn't cutting off circulation from them. She then moved her eyes to his chest. It was firm and moved gracefully up and down as he breathed.
'Whatcha lookin' at Granger?' Draco said arrogantly.
Hermione blushed.
'Nothing.'
He smiled at her, raising his brow.
She turned away from him. She could barely withstand when he smiled at her. He looked so sexy.
'I need to get out of this closet.' She said quickly, 'Those robbers are gone by now.'
She stood up and walked out. Draco followed.
He walked over and muttered a spell to the furnace.
'What time do you think it is?' Hermione asked.
'Who knows?'
'Why hasn't anyone come for us.'
'We don't have classes, no one knows we are missing really. We have our own room so no students know either.'
'Oh, that is true.' Hermione sighed.
Draco laid against a wall, closing his eyes, thinking of perverted things as usual.
Hermione sat away from him, going back to arguing with her conscience. After about 10 minutes Hermione started to feel sweat build up again. Her tank top was even too hot now.
'Malfoy, why is it so hot in here? Didn't you turn off the furnace?'
'No.' He said, his eyes still closed.
'Then what did you do?'
'Put a spell on it.'
'What one? Turn it up??'
'No.'
Hermione sighed and stood up. She said a cooling spell to the furnace, but nothing happened.
'What's wrong with it? Why won't it turn off?'
'Nothings wrong with it. I cast a spell on it so YOU can't turn it off or down.'
'Why???'
'Seemed like something that could benefit me later.'
'I'm so hot! I am going to die! Aren't you hot?'
'Yes. Thanks for reminding me.' He then stood up. He lifted his shirt easily off his body.
As he lifted it over, Hermione saw his abdominal muscles twitching.
She put her hand against the wall, in order to stop herself from falling over. After he removed it he tossed it next to their outside apparel.
'Woo...much better.' He smiled. 'Actually no...still hot.' He then began to unbutton his pants.
Hermione gasped. She watched, she didn't mean to, but she watched as he slowly, painfully unbuttoned and took off his pants, revealing silver and green silk boxers.
'Malfoy...please put your pants back on.' She requested.
'Nah...I'm good, thanks.'
Hermione started to fan herself, she suddenly felt even hotter.
'Take my advice and take of your pants and shirt.'
'No...I'm fine.' She sighed.
He walked up to her, causing her to walk back into a wall. He stood over her, taller by at least 5 inches. His face was straight, no emotion. He looked very sexy, his sweaty hair covering his face. Sweat beads dropping from his tight chest.
'You hot, baby?' He asked her huskily.
'Yea...' She sighed looking up into his eyes.
'I don't know why, but you do something to me, Granger.' He stated softly, 'Something I can't explain.'
'I don't mean to.' She replied hushed.
'I know. That's one of the reasons you turn me on...because you don't even know you're doing it.'
They talked to each other quietly, as if there was someone in the room they didn't want to have listening to them. Their conversation was "forbidden" and both knew it.
Draco slid a finger from her throat to the top of her tank top. Sweat covered them both.
'What turns you on?' She asked. 'You hate me.'
'Not really...we had this conversation, Granger.' He replied, 'I can tell you what turns
me on though.'
He moved a few inches closer to her. Her breasts were almost touching his chest.
'You have a nice body, Granger...and not many guys have seen it...but I have. That turns me on. Your hair is always soft and silky...and it smells good.'
Hermione just pressed herself against the wall tighter. She didn't want to move away from Draco, but thought she ought to pretend she did. She wanted to hear him talk about her...even if she shouldn't want to...but she's only human.
'You have hidden sexuality...I want to be the one that lets it go free...thinking about that, turns me on.' He whispered, 'I'm thinking about it right now.'
'You shouldn't be thinking about it.' She whispered back, not truly meaning it, but Hermione being Hermione, of course said it.
'I shouldn't but I am...just like you shouldn't be liking what I'm saying...but you do.'
'Draco...this isn't right.' She said, moving her eyes to his chest. He flexed, without her even knowing it. He knew she would like that.
'It's not right...not everything is.'
Draco lifted his hand to her hair; he pulled out a clip that was holding her hair up. It fell and cascaded down her neck. He tossed the clip behind him. He moved closer so she was pressed between him and the wall.
Draco leaned down, his mouth to her ear.
'Do I turn you on?' He asked her.
She shook her head.
'No.' She lied. He knew it.
He slid his hand down her arm, he felt Goosebumps rise.
'Are you sure?' He asked again.
She looked down at his hand, then looked back up into his eyes.
'No.' She whispered.
She then threw her arms up around his neck and pulled him down to her. He pushed his lips softly against hers, kissing her long and he roughened it. Gasps came from Hermione as one of Draco's hands caressed her face, the other held the small of her back, keeping her against his body. She could feel his hardened member against her similar organ. She deepened this kiss by opening her mouth, letting him enter. He was pleasantly surprised by this. His tongue roamed her mouth. He even let out a few groans from passion. He's never wanted to kiss anyone so much. HE didn't love her, he barely liked her, but oh did she turn him on like no other. He slid his hand, that was at the small of her back, further south. Hermione didn't even notice his hand against her butt. He then decided to take another chance. The hand on her face, slowly moved down. His fingers trailed down her jaw line, down the throat and to her right breasts. He held his hand gently there. His thumb then began to rub against her nipple gently, he felt it harden. She felt it too.
'Ohh...' She moaned as she pulled away from the kiss. With her eyes still softly closed she whispered, 'Draco...this is wrong.'
'No...' He sighed as his mouth went to her neck. He began to suck her skin gently. She instinctively tilted her head back, allowing him access. He hadn't taken his hand from her butt or breast.
Hermione tried to resist, but her leg slowly began to slid up his leg, pulling him even closer, if that was possible. His one hand moved from her butt to her thigh, holding it up against him. Draco wanted more. Hermione did too, but she tried resisting to it, Draco however didn't. Draco pushed himself against her and moved his other hand from her breast to her other thigh, pulling it off the floor, and putting both legs around his waist. She was now straddling Draco, pressed him against the wall, his hands holding her ass.
Draco moved his lips from her neck, back up to her lips. He bit them gently causing her to moan again. His member erected every time she made a noise.
One of his hands went from her butt, and slide to her front, and up her shirt. Suddenly Hermione felt him fondling her bare breast. As he kissed her, her eyes widened when she realized where his hand was. She pulled away from the kiss quickly.
'Malfoy!' She cried. She swung her legs down from him. Landing on the floor, she pushed him back away from her.
'What?' He asked in bewilderment.
'What are we doing? What were you doing? What was I doing?'
'Passing time, pleasuring ourselves! What was wrong?!' He asked.
Hermione threw her face into her palms and shook her head.
'What was I thinking? I don't know what came over me!' She cried, 'I've never done anything like that before!'
'You were enjoying it! You know you were! Why did you stop?!?' He demanded.
'It was wrong! We don't even like each other, Malfoy! What were we doing?'
'It was right...it felt good...I heard you...you felt good.'
Hermione walked away from him and wrapped her arms around herself to cover herself.
'I didn't say it didn't feel good, Malfoy. It did.'
He walked over to her.
'Then don't stop. People don't stop when something feels good.' He said quietly, nearly begging her.
'We must. It's not right.'
He brushed a finger along her navel. She drifted closer to him, then abruptly moved back.
'Please don't Malfoy.' She said. 'I don't like that I enjoyed what you did to be a bit ago...but I won't deny it either. It felt good...wrong...but good. But it can't happen again.'
'Why not?' He asked.
'It just can't. Please don't tempt me.' She said sadly.
He looked her in the eyes...searching for uncertainty. There was none. She made up her mind.
He nodded and looked away from her, and muttered a spell turning down the furnace. He then threw her sweater to her.
'Here, put some clothes on.' He said regretfully.
