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VII. Unresolved Sexual Tension

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"She doesn't want to see you, Malfoy."

"Longbottom," Draco growled and lifted his wand. "Step aside."

Neville eyed the wand nervously but remained where he was. Draco tried to look menacing, but was unsuccessful at changing Neville's position. He put his wand away and Neville sighed audibly.

"Don't get used to it," he scowled before leaving the doorway.

Neville watched until Draco was out of sight before turning his back and entering his room. Hermione was on his bed, her back to him, staring out the window. She flinched when he walked to her and rested his hand flat on her back.

"Are you all right?" He was concerned.

"I suppose. I just can't help but wonder how long this has been going on for."

Neville sat down next to her. "Even if it was only this one time, would that matter?"

Hermione looked away from the ocean and onto Neville's boyish features and smiled sadly. "No."

Neville locked eyes with her and tilted his head to the side. "Herm—"

"Shh…" she whispered. She lifted a finger and traced his lips softly. Her finger dropped suddenly and she looked away, ashamed. "I'm sorry," she mumbled.

Neville nodded. "You need sleep."

She shook her head. "What I need is to be busy. I need something to do." She stood up and headed for the door. "Thanks for talking to me, Neville," she said before slipping out.

She was nearly at her door when Draco's hard body slammed hers into the wall. She didn't even struggle. Threading her fingers into his hair, she pulled his mouth to hers. Draco was shocked by her action; he had only meant to talk to her. Instead of refusing, Draco gave in readily, his tongue slipping into her mouth.

Draco pressed his body closer to her. He snaked a hand behind her neck, pulling her head closer to him. With his other hand he lightly skimmed her figure through the thin cloth of her night gown that she had never changed out of.

They broke the kiss at the same time and Hermione relaxed her head against the wall—her eyes remained closed. Draco was staring at her mouth, fighting the urge to take it again, when she started talking.

"I'm sorry…" she murmured.

"Don't be," he said softly. He kissed her neck lightly and could feel her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. He didn't want her to be sorry for this. Not this time.

"Draco, I can't," she insisted. She rolled away from him and entered her room. Draco watched her retreat and sighed heavily. He still had at least eighteen days.

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"Hey Neville, are you doing anything today?" Hermione asked when she saw him in the lobby at breakfast.

"Not really, it's Saturday, so I've got the day off."

"Do you want to go down to the beach?"

Neville, only wanting Hermione to forget about Harry cheating on her and the stupid Slytherin Seeker stalking her, agreed. As they walked across a small boarded bridge to the water's edge, they suddenly heard a voice crying out behind them.

"Neville!" it screamed.

Hermione turned around with Neville to see two people running towards them. The girl ran straight into Neville's arms. The boy stood by with a smile.

Neville finally realized that he had been hugging this girl and stepped away from her slowly. "Er…Hermione, this is my girlfriend, Emma, and her brother, James. James, Emma, this is my friend from school, Hermione."

Emma gave Hermione a jealous glare and Hermione laughed. "I'm not trying to steal him from you, I'm married," she said.

"You're married?" James asked.

"Yes," Hermione said, holding her hand up. "But yesterday I caught my husband in bed with some other girl—a girl I really, really hate," Hermione said angrily.

"I see," said James.

"You know, my husband's father's name was James," Hermione said.

"Really?" he asked out of obligation.

"Yeah, I never got to meet him, he was murdered."

"That's sad," James said, trying to put some pity into it but hoping wearily that he could get away from this depressing girl.

"You know, Neville, I'm not up from a swim right now. I think I'm going to go back to my room," she said.

"All right," Neville said, still clinging to Emma.

Hermione was gone before anyone really knew what happened.

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"Draco?" Hermione asked incredulously. He was lying in her bed, watching her telly.

"Yes, love?" he asked.

"What are you doing in my bed?"

"Well, I was quite exhausted after telling Potter off that I decided to lay down," he said nonchalantly.

"What do you mean 'telling Harry off'?"

"I mean he came here looking for you and I heard him stumbling around so I came in here and then he was wondering what I, Draco Malfoy, was doing in your room, and then he was yelling at me for not treating women well—I think Pansy told him that I'd never slept with her, which is true—so then I had to get that off my chest, then he realized that I was in your room again and started accosting me. So then I had to promise him—pshh, promise to Potter—that I wouldn't lay a hand on you. I agreed, telling him that I hated you and that it wouldn't matter because I wouldn't touch you anyway—which we both obviously know is a lie—and then he left. So I lay down, awaiting your return."

Hermione was still staring and she didn't care that she looked stupid with her mouth hanging open like that.

"Keep that open any longer, Hermione, and it will have my tongue in it," Draco said from the bed.

Hermione clamped her mouth closed and gave him an angry glare. "No, Draco, just no, you're sick."

"Hey, I'm not sick. And if I am, then you are too. Who was the one kissing me in the hallway, hmmm?"

"I was distraught," Hermione said.

"And now you've come to grips that your husband is cheating on you with my wife," Draco said.

"It's a bit ironic, isn't it?"

"How so?"

"Well, them two together and you and I—"

"Not together, obviously," Draco said with disdain.

Hermione glared at him. "Can you leave now, I need to change out of my suit."

Draco ignored her comment and instead asked. "So, do you have a new boyfriend? I saw you talking to some guy with Longbottom."

"You were watching me?"

"No," Draco said, his eyes still on the telly.

Hermione huffed. "He was Neville's girlfriend's brother," she said.

"You like him, don't you?"

"I'm married!" Hermione screamed.

"That didn't stop you from kissing me," Draco smirked.

Hermione growled angrily at him, walked through the door connecting their rooms and lie down on his bed—face first—inhaling the scent of him. The weight then shifted on the bed as Draco climbed on. "I knew I could get you into my bed," he said.

Hermione's head lifted and she glared at him what she hoped was menacingly. "You cocky bastard."

"You have no idea," Draco said with a smug grin and made a glance down to his pants.

Hermione huffed for what she thought was the thousandth time that day and got up, walked through the door once again and this time slammed it shut and Draco heard the click of a lock.

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