Gleaming Knife: Chapter Three – Love?

"Where are you going?" Ron asked

"Just for a walk that's all." I replied

"You be careful and don't be out to late."

"Don't worry about me I'll be fine."

I grabbed my jumper and walked towards the portrait hole. I felt a strong hand on my shoulder, pulling me back. I turned to see Ron standing there.

He lent down and kissed me. The kiss was long and soft.

I pulled away.

"I have to go."

I walked out of the common room and into the corridors. Again like last night I wandered around the corridors with no destination in mind.

After walking for about half an hour I came to a classroom.

An empty classroom.

The same classroom that I had talked with Malfoy the night before.

I wondered what unknown force had brought me here. Perhaps it was fate or destiny or maybe it was nothing at all.

I walked into the classroom and closed the door behind me.

"Back again I see, you just can't resist me can you." Someone drawled.

"Malfoy."

"Granger."

I walked up to the front of the classroom and sat next to him.

"Can I sit here?"

"Yeah that's ok."

This was all good but there was one thing that I just had to know. It had been nagging at me all day.

"May I ask why you aren't insulting me or anything like that?"

He paused for a few seconds as though he was thinking.

"I'm not insulting you because I needed someone to talk to and quite frankly Hermione your better than anyone that I know."

I looked at him for a second, quite startled. He hadn't called me Granger, he had called me Hermione.

"You called me Hermione." I said not making eye contact.

"Yes I did, if you want me to stop I will."

"No I like it."

"Then you can call me Draco if you want."

"Ok then Mal-Draco."

We sat there in silence not saying a word. Both of us obviously thinking about the events of the night before. He had almost kissed me. All throughout the day I had wondered what would have happened if I hadn't turned my head. I wondered if I had done the right thing. Then I reminded myself that I had a boyfriend and that if I had kissed Draco I would have felt guilty and that was something that I didn't want to get messed up in.

I guessed I liked Draco. But then again after one night how can anyone be sure that you like someone since they had been hurting you and hating you for the past six and a half years.

But then there was the way he had looked at me. It made my skin crawl. I had felt a sudden urge, no a need to kiss him. I wanted him and it surprised me that I could feel that way about someone like him. Someone that hated muggleborns like me.

"So you don't hate me?" I asked nervously

He paused again, seriously thinking about the question asked.

"No."

"But I'm a muggleborn Gryffindor, doesn't that make you want to hate me?"

"Once it would have, but now it doesn't."

I looked at him as if to tell him to go on.

"My father told me from the day I was born that muggleborns were filthy, disgusting, revolting and not worthy to be part of the magical world. One day I thought for myself and realised that he was wrong, that muggleborns weren't all that bad, that muggleborns were as worthy as any pureblood. Once I realised this I felt as if I were seeing for the first time and I realised that my father was wrong about other things as well."

I didn't know what to say to this but I didn't have long to think about it as Draco's mouth came crashing down on mine.

At first I stiffened but then I relaxed and lent against him. His kiss was firm and harsh, almost bruising my mouth. His tongue found my lips and gently asked permission before entering my mouth and exploring.

The entire time I was thinking that this was wrong. That I was with Ron not Draco but I had a thirst that Draco seemed to be quenching. I felt like I had been in some sort of slumber for all these years and I had finally woken.

His hand found it's way up the bottom of my shirt and was leaving a trail of fire on my bare skin. Still I was not objecting. In fact I began to unbutton the front of his shirt and took it off.

Then he began to unbutton my shirt and took that off too. He laid me down on the table and pulled back for a moment.

I looked at him. I had never expected Draco Malfoy to be so well built. Not that I had ever imagined him without a shirt on or anything.

He looked down at me and I felt slightly embarrassed.

"Oh god." He muttered "Your gorgeous."

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I looked at her curvaceous and voluptuous torso. She was perfect in every way.

I kissed her again this time not as harsh, but softer and gentler. I felt her moan with pleasure beneath me.

If you had told me a year ago that I would be making out with Hermione Granger I would have told you to piss off. But here I was making out with her and I was enjoying every minute of it.

I put my arms around her back unhooking her bra. Still kissing her I slipped the straps off her shoulders and threw her bra to the other side of the room.

I pulled away from her again taking in her perfect figure. She was faultless.

I pulled her towards me and kissed her again. She ran her hands over my back leaving a trail of goosebumps. I burned with a need for her and by the way she was reacting to me she also burned with that same need.

I ran my hands over her chest, still kissing her. I pressed myself against her. My hands made their way down her torso and slipped them under the top of her skirt.

She immediately pulled away.

"What?" I asked

"I really should get going."

I looked into her soft toffee eyes pleading with her.

"Do you really have to?"

"Yes." She said as though she was trying to convince herself as well as me. "I have to go. Thanks Draco."

She kissed my cheek and smiled. She walked over to the other side of the room and picked up her bra and put it on. All the while I watched her every movement.

She finished buttoning up her shirt and smiled at me again, just before opening the door and leaving me alone.