AN: I was really pleased with the reviews I got on the last chapter. That's quite possibly the most reviews I've gotten in such a short amount of time. They really made me want to keep writing, which is why the second chapter is up so quickly. I'm not sure if this will be the final chapter or not; it seems kind of concluded although I'd love to take it further. Anyway, on to the story, as they say:
As Malfoy lay down next to her, the weight of his body sunk into the bed, making Hermione roll a little closer to him than she would have wanted on any normal occasion. However, this was not a normal occasion. Any day when Malfoy's nice to me of his own free will cannot be normal, thought Hermione. She wasn't complaining though. It wasn't as if they were enemies, really, but they had always had harsh words for each other in Harry's presence. Hermione knew how much Harry disliked Malfoy. As Harry's friend, she had to be respectful of that, right? Well Harry wasn't here now, and Hermione was more than willing to give Malfoy a chance while there was no one around to botch things up between them.
He placed his hands on the small of her back, kneading into her with more force than he had used when they were sitting down. Her body slammed softly into the bed with every motion he made, and his hands sent a shiver up and down her spine. He was right; this position did make the massage much more pleasurable. He proceeded to soothe her entire back, getting out all the kinks she had from sitting stiffly at her desk and carrying books around with her everywhere she went. She didn't know why he was here, or how he had even gotten into Gryffindor tower, but at this moment, none of that mattered. She only cared that he was here, and that he was making her more relaxed than she had felt since she could remember.
The force on her back lessened as his strokes turned into full out caresses. He glided his hands across her shoulders, down her arms, with the touch of a lover. She rolled to her side and looked at him questioningly, and in that moment, the world melted away.
He brushed his lips against hers before she could react. Not that she would have moved away if she had the chance. She was just surprised. His eyelids flickered shut as he deepened the kiss. His hands continued their movements over her lower back, finally settling just above her hip bones. Her body was on fire now: a starch contrast from his, which was encased in iciness, as always.
Finally, he pulled away. Hermione started to lean toward him again, but remembered her wits at the last minute. She laid her head on the pillow, unsure of what to do. If only her heart and her mind would agree for once, she could just give into her emotions and kiss him again. But it was Malfoy, after all, and she could not see a reason why she should initiate something so gentle with him. That would just give him more ammo against her, more reason to smirk in that subtle way of his when he saw her in the halls with Potter. At least she had the upper hand here; she could be the one to smirk, knowing that he had wanted to kiss her, and not the other way around.
Hermione's eyes had remained closed through their kiss. She opened them now to find all traces of a smirk gone from Malfoy's face. His eyes were dark with wonder, and if she recognized it, a little lust. All the usual confidence in his gaze had vanished, which made him look more handsome, Hermione thought. Their eyes locked, and neither of them made any effort to avert their gazes.
Always the first to make a move, Malfoy finally rolled off the bed onto his feet. Something flickered in Hermione's eyes, but what, he didn't know. Probably realization of who she just kissed, thought Malfoy, or maybe a little disgust. He knew he wasn't bad-looking, or a bad kisser for that matter. Only Granger would find anything less than perfect in his character, but maybe that was what attracted him to her. No one else would dare to put up so much of a challenge against his charms. And no one else would be half as witty while doing so. He knew that by kissing her, he had given her the right to critique him in front of her friends and his, but being the Gryffindor she was, she would never use it. Always gallant, he sneered.
She saw the transformation on his face as his happy expression faded into his usual grimace. She started to ask him what was wrong, but he silenced her with a finger to her lips.
"Potter and Weasley will be back soon," he said, "and I don't fancy they'd react nicely to my being up here."
"Maybe if you were a little nicer to them, they wouldn't mind," she replied, moving his finger out of the way to retort.
He smiled. It was good to see Granger being so predictably angry at his mention of her friends. It brought him out of the sappy mood he had been in up to a few moments before.
"They're the Gryffindors; they're the ones who are supposed to be kind-hearted no matter what. I, on the other hand, have no such expectation."
"Just because you're a Slytherin doesn't mean you have to treat other people like dirt, Malfoy."
"Treat others as you want to be treated," he mocked, "the golden role. Why don't you take a look at how the high and mighty Potty goes around treating other people sometime, and then we'll continue this. Personally, I'd love to see how you'd think of him if you weren't completely blinded by his lust for you."
"That's disgusting, Malfoy. Harry's just my friend, and you know that as well as I do. Besides, he's not the one who kissed me, if I recall."
"One word about that gets out, Granger, and you'll spend the rest of your life regretting it. I can't have my reputation soiled with the rumor that I touched a Mudblood."
"Guess only your lips will be soiled then. Actually, that's not too different than where you started from, is it."
Malfoy shook his head. "You're so full of fire, Granger. It's a shame you're not a Slytherin, you could actually put it to good use." With that said, he leaned over her body, still on the bed, and brushed his lips against hers once more before retreating out the door. "Hope you liked the massage," he called back to her, before disappearing completely from her sight.