Draco and Hermione: Lust or Love?

..Draco's Wants..

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"Shut the Fuck up!" Hermione snapped at Draco. It was the first week of school for Hermione and Draco's seventh year.

"Oh, but I'm right, Granger. I know what you really want," he mocked, taking a step closer to her. "I know why you're always with Potter and Weasley. You don't want them as a friend, Granger, you want them as a little bit more. I bet you want them as your sex toys, don't ya, Granger."

"That's not true!" Hermione grumped with furry, giving Draco one of his all famous glares. If looks could kill, Draco would be dead. "How the hell would you know? And stop saying my name like that!"

Draco smirked at Hermione's frustration. "How would you like me to say your name?" he asked, taking another step towards her, making them only a foot apart.

"Just stop saying like your better than me! You aren't! You think we're all beneath you but you're wrong. You are no better than us."

Draco now didn't need his two body guards, Crabbe and Goyle, any more. He wasn't that little rich boy, who was white as snow. He was now tall (6'1) and muscular. He had broad shoulders, a nice tanned body, but he was still a rich bastard. His hair was now shorter and just left alone, no gel, just a sexy mess.

Hermione, now had long thick brown waves half way down her back. It was no longer bushy. She was still only 5'7 but tall enough for her. She had her clothes in muggle style, skater shoes, tight tops to show off her chest and her nice curves, and tight jeans. Lots of heads turn towards her when she walks into a room now.

Draco's eyes turned to a cold grey at Hermione's words. His smirked had vanished and a cold sneer appeared, freezing Hermione's blood but she didn't even flinch.

"I really think you're below us all. You're no better than the dirt on the ground." Hermione scoffed at him with a cold stare. "The same goes with your Father," she spat with hatred.

That was it. Draco had had it. He grabbed Hermione by the arm and pushed her back against the wall.

"Shut up!" he ordered, glaring into her eyes. Hermione tried to pry her arm away from his clasping grip but had no luck. "You have no clue what you're getting into. Insulating my family? I wouldn't be talking, Granger," he leaned in closer to her. "Your family are all muggles."

"At least they care about me!" Hermione shot back.

"So do mine."

"You father wouldn't care if you were dead!"

Draco just stared at her. Then he did the most unexpected. He kissed her hard. Hermione went stiff. Then started to push him off.

"Get the fuck away from me, Malfoy!"

"I know you want this, Granger. You love having guys drooling over you. Love what they can make you do, love how they fell on top of you . . ." he taunted in her ear.

"Stop it!" Hermione cried. "I don't want to hear it, okay? Just let me go so I can go to class."

"What if I don't want you to go to class? What if I want to stay here with you?"

Hermione looked up at him with a questioning look. "Why would you want to stand in the corridor with a mudblood? What if someone walks by and sees us together. Can't ruin your reputation now can we?"

"Fine then. I'll see you tonight an the common room. We can finish it there."

"There's nothing to finish. And if you don't mind I'm going to go." and with that, Hermione pushed herself away from Draco and stalked away to her next class.