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Draco was the first to wake. He stretched, cat-like, and yawned. He turned on his side towards the warm body next to him. Hermione was still asleep and her back was to him. He studied the curves that lay outside of the sheet due to the clinging night gown she wore.
He uttered a sigh and Hermione turned over in her sleep to face him. He found himself watching her eyes as they fluttered around to whatever dream she was having. He reached out to brush his fingers over the soft lips that had kissed him the night before and started as her eyes flicked open revealing her glassy sleep filled eyes.
"Morning." He let his hand drop.
She rubbed her eyes with her free hand and muttered back her greeting. She opened her eyes as last nights kiss came flooding back into memory.
Draco bit his lip anticipating the questions he knew were to come from the Know-it-All.
"Why? Why did you kiss me Malfoy?"
Draco didn't know what to say. He was still replaying last nights events over and over in his mind and hadn't found an answer to save him. His Slytherin instinct was telling him to get up, avoid her at all costs, and run. All the while, Hermione's Gryffindor courage was seeping in and she continued on with her questioning.
"I…don't know what is running through your head Malfoy, but its not going to work. Whatever scheme you have brewing or whatever bets you might have made on my behalf you can stop it right now. I'm a "mud blood" , Harry Potter's best friend, and a royal pain in your arse. So tell me… what was that kiss about, because I would like to count my chickens before they hatch."
Draco's mind was at a loss for words as he took in her accusations. 'I'll show her. Malfoy's don't scheme! We manipulate to our advantage.' And at that moment, his advantage was to get this girl …no this woman…. To shut up again, just like he did last night.
He propped himself on one arm and then towered above her. Hermione's breath caught suddenly aware that she had no where to go. This kiss was unlike the other. It was hard, fierce, and hungry. Hermione made a deep noise from the back of her throat that would be a protest but Draco pushed harder against her lips until she opened her mouth willingly, submitting to the menstrations of his tongue against hers.
Only a moment gone in time, but Hermione felt as if they had been brushing against each other for hours. Her body was heated and she could feel her body come alive to the gentle caressing at her back by his strong hands. Then it was done. She whimpered as his warmth left hers and he got up to walk towards the bathroom. The questions still apparent in her eyes. The unspoken question of "Why?"
"Because I felt like it. It was an experiment really." Yeah that's it ol' man, go with the flow. "I just wanted to see how a mud blood tasted." He licked his lips seductively. "Tastes bittersweet."
He closed the door just in time. Something was heard breaking against the door. He set up a strong ward and began to clean himself vigorously. "What was I thinking? Kissing a mud blood? Have I gone mad?"
Hermione sat for a minute and pondered the Slytherin's odd behavior but decided to reflect the whole day on it. She gave herself a once over with a cleansing charm ate an apple and made her way outside to check on the wards.
Draco was dressed and coming out of the bathroom as he heard Hermione's scream. He hurried out of the tent, wand at the ready. "Granger!" He was not a foot out of the tent flap before he felt the thud to his head and then his world was black.
AN: AGAIN, I apologize for not getting to this story sooner…I have a busy life. You could always check out my profile, click on the HOMEPAGE button and join my Harry Potter Forum! Then you can pester me all you want. LOL. If you leave lots of reviews, perhaps I can be persuaded to post again next week.