Draco and Hermione: Lust or Love?

..The Letter..

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"Oh, shut up!" Draco told her as he sat down on the couch.

Hermione looked up from the big old book she was reading from and looked at him. "I didn't say anything! God, what's your problem?"

"That is non of your business!" he snapped.

"Well whatever it is just don't take it out on me." Hermione told him, going back to her book. After about three minutes, Draco let out a loud frustrated sound. Hermione looked up from her book and frowned at him.

Draco got up and kicked the table.

"God, Draco! Settle down!"

"Oh, don't you dare tell me to settle down!" he growled his face turning red.

Hermione just rolled her eyes and went right back to reading, ignoring his violent temper.

"Do you not even care?" he asked, throwing a book across the room before looking at her. She was wearing a pear of pyjamas pants with stars and moons on them and her school shirt. It was unbuttoned so you could see her flat stomach and when she bent down you could see down her shirt. Boy has she really changed…

Hermione looked up at him. His body was all tensed up. His face was red and he was breathing a bit heavier than normal. "No, not really," she answered shaking her head.

"You're not even going to ask?" he asked.

Hermione snorted at him. "Like I would do that. When I did you almost bit my head right off! You want me to ask what's wrong, that next time don't snap at me."

Draco looked at her than sat down, his head laid against the back of the couch.

"Do you want to tell me what's wrong?" Hermione asked.

"No," he mumbled.

"Okay then." Draco heard her get up from the chair and place her book on the "I'll see ya later." and then she left.

Draco lifted his head off of the couch to watch her leave. For some reason it pissed him off. Her leaving him when he needed to talk. But it was his fault she left. He didn't make it so hard for her to just be there talking to him, then she would be here. Listening, being who she is.

"Puh! I don't need her." Draco said to himself. "I just need a good fly." So he went to his room and got his broomstick and brought it out side.

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Hermione walked down the corridor to the library. 'What the hell is his problem? I didn't do anything to him and he just bites my head right off!'

She walked into the library and sat down on a comfy chair by the fire in then corner.

Jeff Cunningham came and sat down in another chair with a big book. He flipped through another few pages, trying to find something. Jeff was a friend of Hermione's. He was a tall handsome guy. He was on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team as the Keeper. He had pure blood but was nice to muggle borns and was interested in the muggle thing. His dad was a death eater though. It didn't bug him. The whole world knew that he wasn't going to become a death eater but it didn't matter, he had an older brother.

Jeff made a frustrating sound then flipped another few pages, his brows knitted together. He looked up and around him to see if anyone was watching. And Hermione was. For once she hadn't come here to read or for homework. She came to get away from Draco, the ignorant little prick.

"Oh, hey Hermione!"

"Hey," she said returned the smile.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, putting the book down on the table beside him.

"Nothing. Draco's just being an ass."

"Why? What's he doing?"

"Nothing really. Just throwing books across the room and kicking the tables. Yelling that I should ask what's wrong and when I do, he just bites my head right off!" Jeff smiled. "What are you doing here?"

He looked to the book and then back at her. "I got a letter from someone."

Hermione raised an eye brow. "A love letter?"

"I don't know," he answered. "It's written in French and I can't find anything here to help me."

"Can I see the letter?" Hermione asked.

He looked at her that shrugged. "Yeah, why not?" he reached into his pocket and handed the letter to her. She looked at it and started to looked down the lines.

"I have another one but it isn't for me. It's to DM. And the only people who have those initials are Draco Malfoy and Diana Mondo. But it's signed Lucius M. so I'm guessing it's Draco's."

Hermione nodded then turned her attention back to the letter. About two minutes later she looked at him. "It says that you need to talk with Voldemort on the forth of May. And that will have to be prepared to go before him and make him proud so you will be accepted."

"What?"

"Yeah…" Hermione looked back at to the letter. "Jeff, you cant."

"I wont. Don't worry."

"Jeff they will make you. They will and can burn the mark on your arm just as easily as saying a spell."

"I know. But I can convince my father that Jacob will do it. Don't worry about it, Hermione."

"Good." she got up and Jeff got up, too. She handed him the letter. "Well, I better go." she told him.

He nodded. "Okay. I'll talk to you later, Hermione."

She turned around to go and started across the library.

"Hermione!" he called out. She turned around and he told up the letter. "Why don't you take Malfoy's? You may as well take his since you're going to see him in a few minutes."

"Yeah. Okay." she went over to him but tripped over a chair and fell right into his arms. (AN: kind of lame but…)

"Whoa! Watch it! You don't wont to break anything on that nice body of yours." Hermione blushed and looked away from him. She straitened herself and cleared her throat. She looked back up at him and he looked so serious. He looked in her eyes then down to her lips, licking his own.

His head, slowly come down wanting her lips and body. When his lips touched hers, sparks flew. A warm feeling ran down through her body. She moaned and leaned closer to him, her body pressing into his. She wrapped her arms around his neck without even knowing she was. His hands were on her hips. His hands rested on the small of her back, pushing her into him even more.

He walked her backwards and quickly turned around and fell into a chair pulling her down with him. With one leg on one side and the other leg on the other side, she pulled back from him, surprised.

"You're awfully close," she told him.

He smiled. "That's not just a bad thing from where I am."

"No kidding?" she smiled again and ran her hands from his chest down to his hips, an evil smile playing on her lips. She leaned in and kissed his again, his hands again going to her back. His tongue begging for entrance at her lip. She opened her mouth letting his tongue slid in. She moaned and he ran his tongue over hers. She had her hands back up his chest this time under his shirt. She let her hands slide up the muscles on his stomach, letting them sit there for a second.

Someone cleared their throat behind them, making Hermione pull away from Jeff. The both looked up to see Ron and Harry. Hermione blushed and quickly got off of Jeff. She straitened out her pants and her shirt, clearing her throat again.

"Uh, hi guys." she said with a smile, still a bright red.

Jeff got up from the chair and handed Hermione the letter for Draco. She thanked him and told him she'd see him around.

"So," Ron said looking away from Jeff and to her, "he your boyfriend?" he raised his eyebrows at her.

Hermione blushed again. "No. I was just getting a letter from him."

Harry looked at Ron who smiled. "Down his throat?"

"Ummm…" Hermione said blushing again. "I sort of got-"

"The hots for him?" Harry finished for her. She turned a deeper red and looked over to him.

"Thank you for your helping me here, Harry!" she said sarcastically.

"No problem," he smiled at her.

"I have to go," she told them. "I'll see you guys later."

"Sure. And have fun, Hermione." Ron called after her.

She walked out of the library and was heading to the common room. She started to think of what she'd just done. It wasn't wrong. She wasn't going out with anyone else. She reached up to scratch her cheek to find the letter still in her hand. She'd forgotten about it.

So she stopped under one of the torches and started to read the letter that was written in French. It said that Draco's dad would be picking him up at the front door at eleven o clock. She looked down a little more and seen that it was on the third day of the fifth month. She gasped. So it was true. It will happen.

She didn't want Draco seeing this. She looked down, noticing that she didn't have any pockets. So she put it in her waist band of her pants. It might fall down but at least he wouldn't see it. She made sure her shirt was over it and then started back for the common room.

She walked in and seen Draco sitting in a chair. She walked right past him, thinking he would just snap at her again. She made it to the stairs and one step up when he talked.

"So did you have a good time snogging Jeff?"

Hermione stopped at the next step, her foot in mid-air. She turned around to see that he was out of his chair and just a few feet from the stairs.

"Yeah. I did." she told him. "And how did you know?"

"Oh, I have my ways."

"Wow!" she said sarcastically. "Draco, I don't really care." she said in her normal voice.

"You will if I tell." Draco told her.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "And you're going to tell who?" she asked.

"You're two little ditzy girlfriend Lavender and Pavarti," he stepped right to the bottom of the stairs making them almost eye level.

"You wouldn't!" Hermione glared at him.

"Oh, I would. You now I would."

"If you do," Hermione took out her wand from her waistband. "I will hurt you."

"I'm not afraid of you." Draco said with a laugh.

"What are you afraid of, Draco?" she was waiting for something along the lines off, 'Malfoy's aren't afraid of anything.'

"A cage."

"A cage?"

"Yes, a cage. I'm afraid of being locked up in a cage and the only way out is through the key hole." Draco looked at her. "And I take it you're not afraid of anything?"

"I'm not gonna tell you. You'll only make fun of me."

"Try me." Draco told her. His face was serious, dead serious.

"I'm afraid of drowning."

"Drowning? Why would you be afraid of drowning? You can swim." she looked at him. "Cant you?"

"No. I'm to scared to get into the water."

He laughed at her. She turned around and started to go back to the stairs when he grabbed her wrist.

"You're a jerk, Draco. And right now I don't want to talk to you."

"Well you don't have a choice." he told her. "And you have something that belongs to me."

"No, I don't."

"Oh, yes you do. I'm not stupid, babe," he stuck out his hand. "So if you'll please hand it over."

"I told you. I don't have anything that's yours."

"Oh, so the slut's innocent!" Hermione then slapped him across the face. His head snapped back and a hand came up to the side of his face. He turned his head back to look at her. "Oh, you did not!" he warned.

"Oh, yes I did. And I'll do it again."

He shook his head. "Hermione. I advise you give it to me now!"

"No!" she said stubbornly. She may as well tell him she had it. He somehow knew she did. So why not?

He'd had enough of her games. "Give me the fuckin' letter!" he yelled at her. She turned around and ran up to her room and shut the door. But the door didn't shut it just hit something. Draco's hand. He stepped into the room and walked over to her.

His eyes were as cold as ice. He looked down her body, looking for the letter. He seen that the letter was sticking out the side of her pants, her shirt underneath it. Hermione looked down to see what he'd been looking at. She seen the letter, too.

She pulled up her shirt and let the letter slid down her pants and she loosened her pyjama pants. Then she looked up at him with that I-beat-you look.

"Now try and get it." she told him.

"You really don't think I will? Boy, are you wrong." he walked up to her, towering over her. "Get it, now!" he demanded.

"No."

"Okay, fine. Then I will." he reached down and undone the tie. He pulled the knot undone and Hermione knew he would get it.

She backed away from, him. "Fine! I'll get it!" he looked at her, waiting for her to get it out from her pants.

"Turn around so I can get it." She pulled her pants up and grabbed the letter that was at her calf muscle. "Got it." she said, quietly, making him turn around. And before his eyes she ripped it into four big pieces.

His face turned red with anger. She dropped the pieces top the floor. He walked up to her.

"Pick them up," his face was hard as stone. He was so pissed off that he would hit her. Even though he would she knew he was really tempted. "Get down on the floor and pick up the letter, you bitch." Hermione didn't back down. She stared him in the eye.

"Get them yourself. Do you have no respect?" she asked him.

"You don't deserve any respect. You're a bitch and deserve a good wack!"

"Oh, I do? Look at you! You bossing me around like I'm your slave. Well guess what I'm not! You deserve to go to hell, you bastard!"

And she got what Draco said she deserved. A good wack. It came to hard and so fast Hermione fell backwards.

He bent down over her body. "You should of listened to my advise." and he grabbed the four pieces of the letter and left. Hermione got up from the floor and walked over to the mirror in her bathroom. She was crying. It hurt so bad! There was a bruise. It wasn't bad but tomorrow it would be. She washed her face and went to lock the door. Then she went to bed, remembering how cold and mean his eyes had looked. And then she finally fell asleep into a soft dream.

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