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Nine o'clock hit and I wasn't feeling as okay without having my night with Ron. The hours seemed to slowly drip by and it was completely impossible to even attempt doing my loads of homework. I sat down for a period of two minutes and found myself cursing whoever thought of teaching young witches and warlocks to transfigure things. I popped out of my seat, with some frightened looks from first years, and started patrolling the corridors. Surely there was something I could find to do, or perhaps, even someone.
"What are you doing out of your chambers past hours?" interrogated a very pestering blonde.
"Do you stalk me or something Malfoy? I just needed to clear my head. It's really no trouble to you how I spend my time."
"Actually Naomi, it is. I am a prefect and I must enforce the rules. It would give me no greater pleasure than to offer detention to you for tomorrow evening."
I stormed straight up to his egotistical self and slammed him up against the corridor wall. "What is your problem with me Malfoy? Do you have nothing better to do with your time than to create miserable situations for me?"
His lips were almost grazing mine as he rebuttalled to my question. "Torturing you is truly my greatest pleasure Naomi." I slapped him hard across his face, but expecting this, he quickly spun me around and slammed me into the same spot he was previously pinned. "Don't pull stuff like that. It isn't going to work." He moved his body closer to mine so our torsos were touching. He had my left hand forced above my head and my right just below my waist. His strength surprised me and I couldn't move one single inch even if I wanted to. His facial expression remained constant, authoritative.
My breathing got heavier, as did his, and we stayed there, staring. Neither of us moved except for the occasional thrust of Malfoy's hips against mine. All I wanted to do was hit him once more. I felt the fury rushing through every vain in his body, wanting to explode towards me. Finally, we broke. His lips weren't on mine fast enough and we wrestled to claim dominance on one another. My body was thrown upon the corridor time and time again. I grabbed his fluorescent locks and slammed both our bodies onto the wall, making a faint sound of pain escape from his mouth.
Our hands were ripping the other's robes off, as it remained a fight to see whose clothes could come off first. "You're nothing more than filthy muggle lover," Malfoy sneered as his hands traveled to the button on my skirt.
"I truly loathe you Malfoy," I rallied, as I ripped his shirt completely off, ignoring the buttons spilling onto the concrete. Our bodies were tangled on the cold, damp floor but we couldn't focus on anything besides each other. Malfoy had pulled my skirt off and I hastily helped him with his pants. Our breathing had reached a sonic boom point, as Malfoy's mouth traveled over my chest.
"MERLIN'S BEARD!"
Malfoy and I pulled back from one another in an instant looking quite ridiculous. The voice had scared the hell out of us because we had been quite unaware of anything around us for the past twenty minutes. Our hair was tussled and I had fallen back onto my arms in only my knickers. Malfoy's abs were exposed and was left in only his white boxers, he quickly put his hand in a particular area.
"IN THE MIDDLE OF A CORRIDOR! ARE YOU INSANE?"
"Keep your voice down Potter. I could reprimand you for being out of your bed past curfew."
"Is that what you were doing with Naomi? Reprimanding her?"
"Shut it Harry. It isn't that big of deal. It's not like you haven't ever done this before. Well okay maybe not this particular place but it's only shagging!" I then realized how naked I was from Harry's traveling eyes and picked up Malfoy's cloak from the ground, then wrapped it around my body.
"Are you going to give us some privacy Potter or would you like to stay and watch?" Malfoy grimaced.
Before Harry even had a chance to answer I had summoned all my clothes and began to walk away in Malfoy's cloak. "Oh and Malfoy, this doesn't change anything." With one quick swipe of my wand, I sent Malfoy crashing into the wall while summoning his boxers into my hands.
Both boys were in shock but Harry quickly sprinted in the opposite direction I was going, and Malfoy was left trying to find his wand and remaining clothing.
I sat quietly in the warm, black leather chair next to the sizzling fire in the Slytherin common room. The door swung open and in tromped Malfoy with his shirt wrapped around his waist. I didn't even bother to look up from my copy of the previous morning's Daily Prophet. Malfoy stood smoldering, staring at me. I merely turned the page and scanned the moving pictures.
"What the bloody hell is your problem Naomi?" Malfoy screamed at me.
I casually looked up from the paper with an annoyed expression on my face. " I don't know what you mean Malfoy. I didn't do anything."
"Didn't do anything? Didn't do anything? You left me in the corridor with no boxers nor a robe! Peeves spotted me practically naked and started throwing garbage at me!"
"Malfoy, I don't see how that's my fault. All I did was leave because Harry was standing there staring at my body. I felt rather uncomfortable," I gazed back at the Prophet not really wanting to deal with Malfoy at the moment.
"You mean to tell me, out of all the times you shagged Weasley you never did it with Potter? That's bollocks Naomi and you know it." I stormed out of my seat and slammed Malfoy down onto the leather couch.
"Watch it Draco. You don't know anything so don't pretend like you do."
"Wow." Malfoy looked up at me obviously pleased with himself. "I didn't know it was such a touchy subject. You throw yourself on Weasley and me, I just figured Potter got a part in the action."
I jumped on Malfoy with a screech and hit him square in the nose. "Don't talk to me like that Malfoy. It's not your place. And I never threw myself on you."
"You just did," Malfoy said through clenched teeth while he nursed his bloody nose.
I sighed in disgust and began to pull myself off of his lap when his wrist wrapped down on my arm. "What are you doing Malfoy," I said with no hint of interest.
"I know we both can't stand each other but we are both attracted to one another."
"What makes you think that I'm attracted to you?"
"Well if your intention was to just hit me you wouldn't have jumped on my lap or straddled me for that matter."
I shook my head furiously. "That doesn't mean anything."
"I think it means something," he whispered into my ear.
"What can I do to so you'll just leave me alone?"
His mouth remained next to my ear as he replied, " I don't think you want me to leave you alone." I couldn't argue. I sat there with his arms roaming my back and I felt that same sensation I had felt not twenty minutes ago. I slowly stood up and he peered at me inquisitively.
"Where are you going?" I didn't reply but instead slowly got on my knees and moved his thin shirt, his only article of clothing, away from his body. I heard his quick in take of breath as he felt the heat from my mouth, but there was no argument.