Forbidden Fruit
Libbeh, a self-proclaimed D/H shipper specialist
Plot: Lust. Lies. Sex. Hate. Anger. Oh the joys of being a horny teenager.
Chapter Four: Dirty, Filthy, Forbidden Desires
Disclaimer: I claim no rights to Harry Potter & company. J. K. Rowling & etc. own the rights to Harry Potter & company.

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"Well, well. If it isn't the Scarhead and his little mudblood pet. Did I interrupt your little private soiree?"

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" asked Hermione.

"I was about to ask you the same thing, Granger. What are you doing here with Potter?" Draco sneered.

"That's none of your business."

"By the looks of it, I'm quite sure it is my business," he drawled.

Suddenly realizing that Harry was still holding onto her hand, Hermione quickly pulled it away and blushed profusely. Draco saw her face as she shied away from Harry's glance and immediately felt anger as he sensed she had feelings for Harry, otherwise she would not have looked away. 'So, I was right. The little bitch does fancy Potter. Well, I am going to make it even more difficult for her then," he thought.

He smiled at his timely interruption. He had witness the whole scene between Harry and Hermione from a dark corner in the hallway. The look in Harry's eyes had told him that the boy had more than platonic feelings for Hermione. Draco glanced over at Harry and noticed that the boy's fists were clenched tight. He chuckled softly, receiving a glare from Hermione in return. He looked at her, taken aback by her stunning beauty. It was something serene and innocent about her that he couldn't understand.

'You've begun developing feelings for her, haven't you,' a voice in his head sneered. 'No I haven't. Why would I ever do that? She's a mudblood for Merlin's sake,' he argued back. 'Mudblood or not, I can tell that you want her. You're lusting after her, even though you despise her heritage. You want her, Draco, but you can't have her. You know better,' the voice reasoned. 'Father would kill me if he knew that I want her.'

Draco winced at the thought of Lucius finding out. God knows what that man would do if he knew what was going on in Draco's mind. 'I can't deny the fact that I want her. The whole concept of her being forbidden to me makes me desire her more,' Draco thought as he looked Hermione in the eyes.

Hermione felt uneasy. Seeing the look in Draco's eyes told her that he was up to something. 'Something's not right about the way he's staring at me,' she thought as she continued looking at steely blue eyes, 'Those eyes. They're hiding something.'

Harry sensed something going on between Draco and Hermione. He didn't know what it was, but he didn't want it to go any further.

"Hermione, there's something important I need to tell you. Can we go somewhere private like the Astronomy Tower?"

Draco laughed. "Oh, I bet it must be something really important."

"What's that supposed to mean, Malfoy?" Hermione asked, her anger slowly rising.

"The little know-it-all doesn't know what Potter's intentions are? I can't believe it!"

"Obviously I don't. What are Harry's intentions?"

"Oh come on Granger! I thought someone as smart as you would know what Potter is up to. And the Astronomy Tower, of all the places to go 'talk,'" he scoffed, pausing a moment before continuing, "You do know what goes on in there... right?"

"Sod off, Malfoy," said Harry, taking Hermione's hand, "Come. Let's go somewhere else."

"Miss Granger! Mr. Malfoy!"

The three turned around and saw Professor McGonagall. She was rushing down the hallway, beckoning Hermione and Draco to come with her. "Professor Dumbledore has requested that you two meet with him in his office at this moment. It is urgent, so please follow me."

"Harry. I can't talk right now. I'll stop by later the dorms and talk to you then." Hermione walked off, following Professor McGonagall and Draco.

Draco smiled at himself. He had made a fool out of Potter. He was gleaming with pleasure when he suddenly walked into Hermione.

"Watch it, Malfoy."

"I was and I must say, I liked what I saw," he smirked, wriggling his eyebrows at her in a perverted way.

Hermione shuddered. "Oh piss off, Malfoy," she said, immediately forgetting that Professor McGonagall was present.

"Miss Granger, where my ears deceiving me when I heard you told Mr. Malfoy to 'piss off?' As Headmaster of the Gryffindor House, I must warn you to watch your tongue Miss Granger. Now go on, Professor Dumbledore is waiting for you two," the headmaster said before departing.

Draco snickered and received a firm punch from Hermione.

"What did you do that for?" he asked.

"For laughing at my expense, Malfoy."

"Don't I always laugh at your expense though?" He smiled sweetly at her.

"Kiss my ass, ferret boy," Hermione scoffed and walked down the corridor leading into Dumbledore's office.

'That I shall do, mudblood. Run all you want, but you shall be mine."

A smirk slowly formed on Draco's face as he walked down the corridor, following Hermione.