Chapter 5: Slave


Draco looked up at Professor Snape, his bluish eyes turning cool.

"Nothing Sir. Ms. Granger here just fell into me. I had to catch her, otherwise she would of ruined the potion."

As much as Hermione appreciated the quick save, she couldn't help feeling that she was being tossed aside.

Snape turned his head towards Hermione, and raised an eyebrow as if asking if this was true. Hermione gave a brisk nod.
Snape gave a small smirk and said to them,

"Due to your foolish clumsiness, and the incomplete essay, I expect you back here at the same time on Thursday evening."

With a little 'humph' Hermione leaned back in her chair and nodded at the Professor. Draco just raised his eyebrow and shrugged.

Professor Snape dismissed them and Hermione collected her neatly organized text-books and stuffed them in her charmed backpack. Draco strode out of class, but paused long enough at the door for Hermione to crash into him.

'Oomph' she said as Draco quickly turned her around and kissed her again. Hermione didn't even have time to react, but the lips overtook her and her senses went numb.

Draco smirked, and said

"I'll never toss you aside." as he released her.

Hermione gasped, remembering her words from earlier and still stunned from the kiss. Her mind reeled, it was just possible that he guessed...but the chances were slim, Hermione couldn't bring herself to believe Draco was a legilimens!

Draco just smiled. He had no idea why he kissed her the first time, but it was purely instinct, he convinced himself. The second time was what disturbed him. A Malfoy waiting to kiss a mud-blood. It wasn't like Draco could deny it to himself though, he enjoyed it more than any other kiss in his history of them. And there were a lot.

As Draco released Hermione, he slipped her backpack on and pushed her off in the direction of the Gryffindor tower. Hermione was a bit too numb to think clearly, so she took it all with good stride and walked off.

Approaching the common room, she couldn't look Harry or Ron in the face, so instead she just bolted to her bed.

What do you think about after a kiss? Especially your first? Hermione just thought of his lips. His full and wonderfully soft lips. Of course she thought about other regions of his body too. It was a glorious thing to fall asleep too.

Draco, likewise, was in his bed and thinking about the kiss, but he though of other things. Why he wanted to do it, and why it had the effect it did on him. His father had always taught him that mudbloods were good only for one thing: slaves. Whether that be sexual or domestic, slaves. They weren't comparable to wizards. So how come Draco had an intense urge to drop Pansy off the face of the world, and keep Hermione all to himself?

Well. That won't do at all. I'll just have to guard myself more, Draco thought as he turned over in bed, flicking his wand towards the light, extinguishing it.


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