An extremely short chapter for you all this time. It's been a long while since I updated, but I got some inspiration so I thought, "What the hell". Enjoy. Thank you to all reviewers.

He pinned her arms to the wall, pushing up against her, almost crushing the breath out of her.

"You know you want me. Why bother to resist?"

She had no idea who he was; the darkness was covering his face. His body felt lean, muscular. His breath tickled her ear, and she found heat spreading from her cheeks down to her belly in record time. She moaned, and he smirked. She knew he was smirking, she could simply feel it.

"G-G-Get away from me." Hermione panted

He ran his tongue along her neck.

"Why... you know you don't want me to. You want me to rip off your clothes and-"

She made a futile effort to try and push him off her, but only succeeded in letting her thigh brush his erection.

Suddenly, she felt her shirt fall open, exposing her breasts...

Hermione sat up in bed, still panting from her dream.

"What's wrong with me?" She spoke aloud, pondering the question.

She hadn't had dreams like that since... well since puberty, and even then, they had never been that explicit.

She shook her head violently, as if doing so would clear her thoughts.

I need a vacation...

There was an angry knock at her flat's door.

Glancing at the clock, (2:30AM) she quickly shrugged on a housecoat and hurried to answer it wondering who would be calling at such an ungodly hour.

The sight that met her eyes was most unexpected.

Malfoy stood there, his grey eyes ablaze with fury, his usually calm exterior contorted with a tint of pink.

She stared at him, unsure if she was dreaming again.

"Granger." He greeted her.

Suddenly she found herself pinned to the wall, the door slammed shut, and his breath in her ear.

'De'ja vu...' She thought suddenly.

"I don't know what you told you're fucking Nancy lover boy, but I assure you, if you ever, make such a comment again, you'll be sorry."

She seethed with anger, and threw him away from her with a force that even surprised herself.

"You... come to my home... uninvited, let yourself in, and presume to tell me what I can and cannot do?"

She was yelling now, "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, MALFOY?"

He smirked, and threw a crumpled piece of parchment at her.

"Like I said Granger, you'd do well to stay the bloody well out of my business. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go home and take ten baths. Mudblood essence doesn't come off easily."

He walked to the door, and Hermione grabbed the nearest thing she could, and threw it at his head. The vase shattered, and he fell down, unconscious.

It was her turn to smirk.

"Fuck you, Malfoy."

She levitated him unto the street, and went back to bed with a smile on her face.