BlackOx here...Just felt like proving you don't actually need to experience things to necessarily write them, unlike that one person with the Neville/ Trevor pairing. That was sad... Anywho, i won nothng except Diego who will probably appear...alot.

She blew into her hands and rubbed them together frantically, almost immediately stuffing them in her warm, cloak pockets. She let her brown eyes flutter back to the quidditch game and sighed in boredom as she watched the little dots swirl, occasionally turning into people as they zoomed past.

She shivered for the umpteenth time since she's been sitting in the stands of the Gryffindor house, bunched in between the Patil twins who screamed for their favourite players. Once again, she was forced to roll her eyes, only to be shoved aside when one of the chasers, Diego Angoras, the new exchange from Durmstrang scored a goal.

Screams and shouts of the oncoming victory rang in her ears, then sooner than she thought, she found herself roughly combing through the stands to the stairway.

"Would you like a Chocolate Frog? Five sickles." A quidditch booster asked and she just ignored him, hands in pockets, brushing her wand. She pushed her way down until she was behind the stands and sighed to herself, watching the steam rise from her mouth. She knew her cheeks were rosy and flushed from the trip down and her nose stung from the cold biting at the tip.

"Heheh..." She lifted her head at the sound and shifted on her foot. What was that? Is someone there? Her brown hair whipped around, and she saw nothing but the steam rising from her mouth. Once again, she blew on hands and rubbed them together and stuffed them in her pockets, gripping her wand. Turning on her heel, she began back for the school entrance.

The moon was bright tonight, clear and shinning with glory. She smiled at it and noticed another student…or two romancing by the lake. She grimaced quickly before she felt hot breath trickle down her neck.

"Don't you wish…Granger…" Hermione jumped slightly and whipped around, slightly stumbling. There stood a blonde boy, watching ever so slightly with amusement at Hermione's fault.

"Go away, Malfoy." She continued to on her way only to be stopped by a firm grip on her upper arm. He was smirking at her, and she scowled back,

"Go away, Malfoy." He mimicked and leaned on his left leg, "Don't you wish you could just…let it flow?"

Hermione had no idea at what he was starting at, and she jerked her arm back and rubbed it, huffing steam out harshly.

"Why are you bugging me? Why won't you leave me alone!" Hermione swung her arm during the latter saying and Malfoy smirked at her, and pushed his long bangs away from his face only for them to fall there again. That arrogance, she found it positively disgusting.

"Maybe I've grown an interest in you. Maybe I want to torture you. Maybe…" his eyes darkened, " I want something." His smirk was replaced with a neutral face and Hermione furrowed her brow.

"I've told you over and over again…" she heard the crowd scream once again…probably another score, "I don't know what you are talking about!" she turned on her heel and walked towards the gates, Malfoy right on her heels,

"I'm afraid you do. You see…I have this striking feeling that…it isn't King Weasel you want."

She wavered and kept her previous pace,

"I don't know what you are talking about." Her fingers twitched in habit, she was a horrible liar, but he didn't have to know that.

"Oh, you don't…" He quickly stepped in front of her and blocked her path.

"Move, you git." She glared and her stalked closer and grinned at her,

"Oh, poor, little Granger wants me to move…" his hand was moving closer, and Hermione was aware of it, very much aware as she stood there as his hand slipped over her cheek, along her neck…her shoulder. What she wasn't aware of was the fact that her eyes had closed at the warm contact he bestowed on her.

"Leave me alone…I have nothing to do with you." And Draco leaned against her and enveloped her mouth in a warm, seeking kiss, causing her to shudder in warmth. His tongue slithered with hers and his growl sent vibrations racking down her throat. She was stuck…

He pulled away slightly, and once again…Hermione faintly saw the steam rising towards the heavens,

"Ginny…" she silently murmured.

"Heh…" he panted on her lips and his hot breath tickled her nose. His hands slid up her waists, he could see her eyes rolling, "I can…help you with your predicament," he slurred in her ear, "since…she'll never come to you…"

Hermione's eyes widened and her lip trembled in realization. Ginny… Draco continued,

"I can…do things…you wouldn't…couldn't imagine…" his hand slid on her bare thigh, his fingers playing around the hem of her knickers. Hermione stepped away from, and another scream was heard…the game has ended.

Draco stood up straight and smirked at her, rubbing his fingertips at her cheek,

"Just go…" she looked down and put her face in her hands.

"Think about it. She'll never want you… not like I do." She glanced at his manipulative steel eyes, almost the colour of hers... He turned and finished his walk to the gates and left her to think and think she did, and it was driving her insane.

Suddenly, Harry and Ginny landed on the ground next to Hermione's unmoving form,

" 'Mione! We won! We beat the Ravenclaws!" Harry cheered and Ginny jumped off her floating broom and enveloped the brunette in a painfully tight hug. Ron suddenly dropped down from the sky and smirked at Hermione and she grinned sadly back, but before he noticed him and Harry talked about the saves and close calls that came in the game that she obviously missed.

"Great job, Gin." Hermione closed her eyes, soaking in the feel…

"And you wouldn't even believe…Diego asked me out! He's just…so…"Gin…he's right…

"I'm happy for you…but…I have to go. Study." And Ginny nodded and let Hermione walk back to the doors. She whimpered to herself, and his voice echoed in her head.

'I can…do things…you wouldn't…couldn't imagine…'

She fumbled with the door and stepped inside, only to see Malfoy leaning on the wall as if he was waiting. As if he…knew.

"…I…" Hermione started and her voice faltered as she choked on a dry sob, and Malfoy smirked and gripped her slender hand. Hermione looked back, her eyes glistening. What have I done?