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Chapter 10 Fights and kisses

Dark circles had formed around Draco's eyes. He seriously thought he was going to die soon, and they had only had their "baby" for a week!

They had found out that it was a girl and Hermoine insisted on naming it Marissa, so Marissa it was.

Draco finally lay down next to the sleeping Hermoine after getting Marissa to sleep. He seemed to be doing all the work, or so he thought. This was just way too much for him to handle. He would soon go insane!

Just as he was drifting off to sleep he heard the whining cry of Marissa. He threw a pillow on top of his face and covered his ears with it and prayed for Hermoine to wake up and fix the damn thing.

After hearing Hermoine groan from her sleep and feel the pressure from the bed being lifted, Hermoine smirked underneath the pillow. He yawned into it and quickly fell asleep as Hermoine took Marissa out into the other room.

Draco was just dozing off to sleep when he heard Hermoine yelling for him in the other room.

Draco groaned and got up slowly, taking as much time as he possibly could. Finally swinging open the door, Draco looked out into the common room to discover quite the pissed off looking Hermoine.

"What now?" Draco moaned as he leaned against the door to keep himself from falling over with sleep.

"What did you do with the bottles?" she asked, her voice slightly louder so he could hear her over Marissa's crying.

Draco covered his ears, rolled his eyes and staggered back into the room. How dare she call him out over something as stupid as bottles when he could be sleeping now.

He crashed on the bed again and buried his head in the pillow. Moments later he heard footsteps towards the door and then he heard it open with a great force.

Hermoine finally set the quiet Marissa in her crib and fell down beside Draco. Draco heard the soft sounds of muffled sobbing and raised his head and saw Hermoine crying, face down, in her pillow.

He rubbed her back softly, not sure what overcame him and spoke softly to her. "It's going to be ok. Don't worry. You can do this."

Finally realizing what he was doing he jerked his hand away and sneered. Since when did he sympathize a mudblood? Especially ones that were know-it-alls like she most definitely was.

Hermoine stopped sobbing. She had liked the feel of his hand rubbing her back, and when it suddenly stopped she was slightly confused. What's going on here, she thought to herself.

She lifted her head to find him staring at her in a strange way. Half loathing, half wanting. She gulped and stared back at him. It was at that moment when she realized how handsome he really was.

Draco was breathing quite heavily. A wave of lust had swept over him and he didn't know how to rid himself of it. He hated her and he wanted her. How weird was that? He didn't understand it, and a magnetic force kept pulling his eyes from her eyes to her lips and back again.

Hermoine saw what he was doing and something was telling her to go for it. She watched him lean closer and she became frozen, and she didn't know what she should do. Should she go for it? Or should she move away? But she couldn't move away, because it was if she was planted on the spot.

Draco was merely an inch away from Hermoine when she closed the distance. This shocked him slightly, but he pressed his lips against hers firmly, feeling hers against his. Her mouth was opened slightly and he took this as a sign to enter. She felt his tongue massaging hers and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. They continued to kiss with such a passion for several minutes until they finally pulled away.

Hermoine and Draco stared at each other for several moments. Hermoine felt as if her lips had been bruised from all of their rough and passionate kissing.

Hermoine ran her fingers through her hair and walked into the bathroom. She couldn't stand the complete silence between them, and the look Draco was giving her just wasn't something she could handle at that moment.

Hermoine heard the door open but didn't look to see who it was. It was obvious that it was Draco.

She stood in the mirror and brushed her hair, trying to give herself something to do. She fumbled with the hair brush as Draco came up behind her in the mirror. She could see him staring at her and became a violent shade of pink.

He placed his hands on her hips and kissed her shoulders softly, as Hermoine was only wearing a tank-top. Hermoine was taken aback but she allowed it. He continued up her neck, his arms wrapping around her tighter.

He reached her ear and blew warm air on it for a moment. Hermoine smiled as if she was in a daze and he turned her around to face her. She was ready to kiss him again when he went for her neck once more, kissing and sucking it.

Hermoine let out a soft moan as he trailed up her neck slowly, to her jaw, finally reaching her lips. He kissed them softly, teasing her, letting his tongue flick along them.

Hermoine's sight was hazy as she opened them slowly and pulled him into her. She couldn't stand the teasing much longer and she knew he was doing it for fun, so she shocked him once more, her tongue plunging into his mouth.

He smiled to himself slightly as he felt her rub against him, showing him that she wanted him.

Hermoine seemed to come to her senses mid-kiss that she was kissing Malfoy, the boy who had teased her since her first year there, the one who had called her those terrible names and made fun of her for being smart and she pulled away from him.

She glared at him for a minute and then stalked out of the room, not saying a word to him. Hermoine closed the door behind her, hoping he wouldn't follow, as tired as he probably was. He could sleep in the bathtub tonight for all she cared.

Draco watched her walk out and stared at the closed door in confusion. He would never understand females, not like he wanted to. He shrugged and walked out into the common room and out into the hallway. He needed to get out of here.