Split Personality?

"So I think maybe he's mental," Hermione said to Ginny as they sat down to dinner.

"What, for staring at you so blatantly right now?" Ginny asked.

Hermione turned and looked up into a pair of silver eyes. Currently their owner was across the Hall, ignoring the fact that Pansy was yelling to get his attention, looking directly at the spot where the two girls sat.

Ginny rolled her eyes.

Harry and Ron walked in and took seats on either side of them.

"What's up guys?" Ginny asked.

"Nothing," Ron said.

"What about you?" Harry said to no one in particular. No response. He looked up. Ginny was looking at Hermione, who was looking across the Hall…at Draco Malfoy? My eyes are playing with me, he thought.

"What about you?" Harry repeated.

"What! Oh, Harry," Hermione said, dragging her eyes from Draco.

Harry looked at Draco, who had stopped looking at Hermione and was now giving Harry a particularly hateful glare. Harry returned the gesture then turned back to Hermione.

"So when do we finally get to see the Head dorm?" he asked. Ginny rolled her eyes again as Draco finally turned away.

"Whenever you want," Hermione replied.

"Hey, why don't we go now?" Ginny asked.

"Ok. Harry, Ron, are you guys coming?"

"Aww, we just got here…" Harry said.

Ron was concentrated on his plate and didn't seem to hear Hermione, or anyone else for that matter.

"Ok, suit yourselves." Hermione looked over at the Slytherin table. Draco was gone, which probably meant he was back in the dorm. Hopefully he wasn't going to be too distracting.

The girls made their way to the dorm and entered the portrait. Sitting on a couch, in only his boxers, was Draco. He was reading when they entered.

"Hey Hermione," he said, looking up. Then he noted the redhead behind her. "You brought a Weasley?" he asked.

"Shove it," Ginny said to him.

"Anywhere you want, little girl."

Ginny gave him a disgusted look and then threw Hermione a questioning glance. Hermione shrugged, and then the redhead followed her up the stairs to her bedroom.

"I see what you're talking about," Ginny said as she sat on the bed. "Is he always that bad?"

"Actually, no. He's even stopped talking about the shagging."

"Really? I thought he was bent on doing that."

"Apparently not anymore. I think he's changed…"

"Yeah, right. He just knows he's not going to get it from you."

"I don't know…he hasn't mentioned it once since he promised not to."

"Hmmm."

"But you know what he has mentioned? His parents. And he says that he's completely different from the Draco everyone knows and hates." Ginny listened in surprise as Hermione told her what he'd divulged about his mother, and his apparently detailed knowledge of Muggle affairs. "I can't figure him out," she ended.

"It's been a month, you can't expect to know everything."

"The funny thing is I think I would if he were anyone else. But with him there's Brooding Draco, and Aloof Draco, and Caring Draco, and now this weird completely Alternate Universe Draco…"

"But no Horny Draco?"

"Nope. He said he's not the Draco I think he is. But right now I can't even figure out what I really think."

Draco was still in his boxers when Hermione and Ginny emerged.

"Bye," Ginny said and left.

"Had fun with your girlfriend?"

Hermione wasn't exactly sure how he meant that, so she settled for saying, "we talked."

"That's nice." He returned to reading the book. Well, maybe not now that Hermione had taken a seat next to him.

"Well, I just wanted to say good night, so…good night." Hermione rose and had just placed her foot on the first step when Draco said: "Leaving so soon?"

She stopped and turned back around.

"It's still relatively early," he said rising from the couch and walking over to her.

"Well, I've got a bit of work to do," she said.

"I do too." He moved closer until he was standing about a foot away.

"Oh."

"Hermione?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"Listening to me. And believing me."

"Oh. Anytime." She smiled.

"Hug?"

"Ok."

She slipped her arms around her torso as he pulled her towards him. For a moment, they just stood there, her head against her chest. She found it was rather enjoyable, that she enjoyed the warmth of his body, and the gentle but firm grip of his arms. I should probably let go, though. He was rubbing pleasant circles into her back. Well, that's kind of nice, she thought, and let him continue. He pulled her even closer, if that were possible, until she could feel something in his boxers pushing against her. And she knew what that was. She looked up and made to pull away.

"Draco—" she managed to get out just before his lips crashed down on hers.

Hermione had no time to react before Draco backed her into the wall and his hands moved to grasp her sides. Once again all thought flew from her mind as he kissed her deeply and touched his fingers to her skin. He slowly began to massage her tongue with his own and surprised herself by letting out a tiny moan. Draco stopped for breath, then moved his lips back down to her neck and began dragging his tongue across her skin.

"Wait wait, we can't do this," she said even as she felt another moan rising from her throat.

"Why not—don't you like it?" he whispered into her ear.

Hermione's insides melted at the heat of his breath at her ear, and she sighed.

"I do, but…" she managed to breathe out.

"Don't worry, I promise you can trust me, Hermione. Really. Ok?"

She nodded just barely, but really her attention was arrested by the pleasant tingles she felt every time his breath fell on her neck. She inhaled slowly as he slid her body down the wall. He stopped when her rear reached the floor, and told her to relax her legs. She complied and he placed his knee on either side of her, returning his mouth to her neck

Draco's hands moved down to her thighs, then slid up her skirt as Hermione grasped his hair. One hand moved to her rear end to support her as the other fingered her lacy underwear. He slipped his finger under the fabric and tugged the waistband down until it had satisfactorily exposed the area it was designed to cover.

He was almost in disbelief that she was letting it happen. Draco wanted to take her right there, but maybe it was a better idea to move slowly. And then, without warning, he moved his index finger to her entrance and swiftly flicked up some of her moisture. She opened her eyes and watched him place his finger in his mouth. He stared back at her with lust-filled eyes as he removed his finger and repositioned it at her entrance. He repeated his actions, never breaking the gaze between them.

His fingers flew down to her entrance once again, but this time instead of coming up, he pushed into her and was rewarded with the sharp exhalation she made when he did.

The desire to have her had only increased at the excited breaths she could not help but release. He should be gentle, and not push her too much, but the soft gasps that escaped her were too much to handle. It was so hard to resist his baser instincts…

"Draco…Stop…" she moaned, and he removed his finger.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, slightly worried. She shook her head and pushed his hands away, trying to stand.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

When she had finally regained her breath and was standing, she opened her eyes. "The same thing that was wrong last time."

"Which was…"

"I don't know, ok! I just can't do that with you…"

Draco studied her quietly. She was pulling her underwear back up and trying to smooth her shirt down, but failed; she looked hopelessly rumpled. And completely out of the mood, which was completely the opposite of how Draco felt.

"What is your problem!" he yelled, making her flinch.

"What?"

"Why the hell do you keep doing this?"

"Draco…"

"You are one big slut, you know."

Hermione said nothing, just stared as he continued.

"You only want to go far enough to please yourself, and then just leave."

"That's not—"

"Fuck it, Granger! I'm leaving," he said, and then stormed up his own staircase.

Why do I keep doing this? Hermione asked herself. With great effort, she finally got herself into her room and into the shower. She stepped in, and then out a half hour later, all the while replaying the scene in her head and wondering how things had progressed so quickly. She changed into a fluffy robe, then walked down to the common room fire. Most likely, Draco wouldn't be emerging anytime soon, and so she picked up a book to read.

She was soon interrupted by a series of dulled noises coming from Draco's room. Sighing, she stood up and mounted his staircase. She'd have to apologize to him sooner or later anyway. Even if she hadn't figured anything out, she might as well be the bigger person in this situation.

His portrait was open. Weird, she thought, and stepped inside, heading towards his room.

"Oh gods, Draco!"

What the hell? Hermione turned the corner and was shocked to see Draco naked, covering the also naked body a girl.

"Oh gods!" Hermione said, covering her eyes.

Draco heard another prayer to heaven that wasn't coming from the girl underneath him. He turned around to see Hermione standing in the room, shielding her eyes from his naked backside.

"Granger!" he yelled in surprise. "What the hell are you doing here!"

"I don't know," she said, still covering her eyes. She turned and ran out, still covering her eyes, amazingly not bumping into anything.

Shit, she wasn't supposed to see that. Draco rolled onto his back and covered his eyes, trying to think. The stupid Hufflepuff beside him had probably forgotten to close the door…

"Draco, don't worry about it."

"What?"

"You don't have to let her ruin it. I can…"

"Get out."

"What?"

"You heard me. Get out."

"Draco!"

"Now," he said and pushed her off the bed.

She began picking her clothes off the floor and slipped on her drawers.

"Go do that somewhere else. Leave now," he said.

"Fine." She pulled the sheets off the bed.

"Make sure to leave that here before you go."

"Bastard." The girl stalked off.

"I know," he said when she'd left the room.