Chapter 5
Illegal Love

Draco led Hermione back to the dormitory, and wildly plotted what he would do next. He had always thought of Hermione, in the back of his conceited mind, and now was his chance to carry out a few thoughts.

He gently touched her arm, and shivered uncontrollably at the warmth of her skin. The perfection he saw in her face broke into a smile, as she fluttered her eyelashes at him, almost asking for him to get closer. He took her to his bed, and began to unbutton her blouse slowly. She tilted her head back and ran her hands down her front, teasing Draco. He smoothed his hair nervously, trying to figure if this kiss...the one he had wanted for so long…was right. How could he expect to feel...when she didn't truly return his feelings? He tried to shake away his doubts, as he had wanted to feel Hermione this way…ever since he laid eyes on her. Pushing doubt from his mind, he removed her blouse completely…the site left him breathless. She was a flawless beauty. With small, round breasts that filled her bra and creamy white skin that graced her tiny middle, Draco could not resist this forbidden temptation before him, even though it wasn't a true love…

He drew her to him, and took over her soft pink lips with his own, overpowering her altogether. She was his to control. She ran her long fingers through his hair, causing him to shiver again…he wanted her so much now he could not bear it. He stood up and removed his shirt and pants in lightening speed, and turned around to see Hermione in nothing at all, splayed on the bed before him. Overtaken with lust and love, Draco straddled her, and began to plant soft kisses everywhere he could reach. He gently sucked on her neck, forcing Hermione to utter tiny moans that only made Draco hungry for more. He moved down to her breasts and began to squeeze them gently, then moving on to circling his tongue around her hard pink nipples. She involuntarily bucked into Draco's chiseled body, causing him to let his hands roam over her body, leaving no inch of her untouched and cared for. He then kissed her gently again, and looked into her deep brown eyes.

"I love you…so much. I can't even describe…how everyday I watch you and long to touch your hair and call your name…to walk with you and share all this pain…just to get it out. I need you…"

At this moment Draco realized his mistake…this was no way to win her over. He loved her so very much…enough for him to win her on his own accord. He ordered her to get dressed while he stepped into the bathroom to relieve himself of the tension he had built up, which up until this point he had saved for Hermione. He took his length out of his green silk boxers and closed his eyes, seeing only Hermione. Three minutes later, he exited the bathroom to talk to Hermione…so maybe she would understand. She stood in her light pink blouse and her khakis, gazing into the fire with an uninformed look of content written across her demure face. He tentatively walked up to her, and asked if she would talk to him. They crossed the room and sat on the velour couch, decked in green fabric with small silver snakes embroidered in the cushions.

"I know you can hear me, but I also know that you might not remember me saying this when I lift this horrible curse…this curse I had to cast to win you. I just want to have you in the right way…so I don't have to force you to feel love. Any man would be lucky just to be near you…to be in your presence. All these things I just want to scream…make you understand that I would go to any lengths for you, even as I speak ill of you and taunt you…for my cowardice. If you knew what my father did…."

Draco was overcome with tears, and began to choke on his words that did not seem to have any effect on what meant most to him, sitting on that couch with him. She had feelings for him…feelings that were only illusions. His sides heaved with emotion, sick at the thought of the false feelings he could not escape…because they were all right in front of him. It all came flooding back; those ill words that stung Draco's pride and self worth; those blows that caused him to black out and wake up on a tear soaked pillow. Hermoine was simply another person who could not…would not ever learn to love him. He fingered the scar on his arm from the incident with his father that had involved a screwdriver…Lucious had stooped so low that even Muggle objects were sufficient. A fresh wave of tears tore down the boy's flushed face, trickling down as a lukewarm form of pain, only to meet his robes as stone cold regret in tears. Wiping his face, he angrily lifted the curse and sprinted away to his dormitory, leaving a dazed and confused Hermione to figure out what had happened.

Hermione's eyes lost their glazed look as she looked around the room, feeling as though something wasn't quite right. She hurriedly gathered her book bag and walked toward the door. As she shut the heavy mahogany door, she gathered that she was in the dungeons, and started the long walk up to the seventh floor. As she passed each floor, a strange feeling washed over her. Something had happened…and she couldn't remember…everything was blurred. Opening the door to the Head Boy and Girl room, she made her way to her desk and put her belongings down. She had the strangest feeling that she had spoken to someone…and the words were filled with pain…the very thought of such sad words left Hermione's mind as she held back tears of sympathy for this unknown person. Surely no one was that unhappy….

A/N: Guess what jerk finally updated…me! I completely forgot about this story until I got a review for it threatening me to update or else! (more like a push in the right direction) Please enjoy what I have written…hopefully I won't forget about this story! Sorry!