"Malfoy," Hermione chided while rubbing her butt after standing up. "You've got to try to be less dangerous to my butt if you are to come here every night."
Sitting up and rubbing his sleep laden eyes, Malfoy apologized.
After a huge yawn and a long stretch, Malfoy sat on her bed, watching her gathering clothes for a shower. Turning around to go to the bathroom, Hermione spotted Malfoy still seated nicely on her bed.
"Are you not going to go back to your room and get ready for school?"
Acting like a stubborn child and pouting his lips, he whined, "I want you to bring me there."
Oh damn, where did that came from? Oh shit, she's staring at me. Say something.
"What?" Hermione showed a quizzical face.
After clearing his throat and rearranging his facial expression, Malfoy nodded towards the door and said monotonously, "I guess I should be going now."
Draco swung his legs over the bed and placed them on the face. Bringing his body to full height, he walked in a poised manner towards the door, hoping to show masculinity.
Nice abs, quidditch isn't so bad afterall. Hermione thought while admiring Draco's body.
"I beg your pardon, Granger?"
"What?"
"What did you say just now?"
"I did not say anything."
"Yes, you did."
"No, I did not."
"I distinctly heard you say 'nice abs'."
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Damn it, you are so immature."
"You started it first."
"You know what? Just get out of here. I have no time to argue with you. I have lessons to attend."
"Like wise."
At breakfast, Hermione sat across from the two male counterparts of the golden trio, distractedly pushing around her scrambled eggs.
"Hermione, HERMIONE," Harry waved his hand in front of Hermione's face, trying to bring her out of daydream land.
"I'm sorry, what did you just say?"
"Nothing much. Why are you so distracted lately?"
"Yah," agreed Ron.
"Really? I was that distracted?"
"Pretty much, to the point where by you seem to daydream in classes."
"Yah yah," Ron said.
"That bad huh?"
Both boys nodded their head.
"So what's wrong?" Harry questioned.
"Late night studying."
"But there are no tests coming up and exams are still a long way away," Ron retorted.
"You should always do consistent work, Ronald, last minute studying is not going to help you," Hermione said sternly.
"And studying to the point whereby you cannot concentrate in classes is beneficial?" Harry challenged.
"I'll take note of that. I got to leave for my class. See you in DADA."
"But it's still very early," Ron called after the retreating back of Hermione.
Harry stared at his only female friend, still a little bit apprehensive about her excuse.
Walking towards the dungeons to attend her Advance Potions lessons, a hand clapped over her mouth and dragged her into a crevice in the wall. Before she could recover from her shock, lips crashed down on hers. The foreign tongue seeks eagerly for entrance but Hermione resisted. The scent was all too familiar to her. It was Malfoy. The space was too confined; she could not seem to pound on his back nor kick him away. Malfoy pressed against her harder, hoping to her defenses down. Still resisting. Grinding his hip against hers, he earned a moan from her, taking the chance; he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Still resisting moving along to his beat, Hermione's tongue lays limp against his exploring one. As if wanting to memorize every single square millimeter, Malfoy made sure he roamed his tongue over everywhere twice. Massaging and sucking Hermione's limp tongue, he tries to engage her. Not really working. She is moving a little now, but not enough, not enough to satisfy his hunger. Rubbing her inner thighs and up towards her wet spot, Malfoy tries to arouse her. Her knees buckled and she slipped down a little, but owing to the small space and having Malfoy pressed against her, she was kept upright. And boy was she responding now. A battle for dominance began. Hermione flattened her palms on the wall behind Malfoy and started grinding her hips against his. Malfoy was struggling not to weaken against her actions. She grinded harder, not giving up. moving to her jaw line, he licked and sucked his way to the base of her jaw. She rolled her head back to grant him more access. He sucked, he kissed, he licked. He moved his way to the hallow of her neck.
"Why are you doing this Malfoy?"
He paused momentarily to answer her, "I have urges Hermione, and you are a beautiful woman."
Feeling Hermione stiffen against him, he stopped.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't want to be someone you came to only when you have your so-called 'urges'."
Hermione wiggled her way out of the not-resisting Malfoy to pick up her bag and continued her journey to class.
That night, Hermione lay in bed and thought about the morning episode. She could not say she did not enjoy the naughtiness of it all. Slytherin and Gryffindor. Head Boy and Head Girl, missing fifteen minutes of lessons to snog in between a wall. She turned her head to her alarm clock. Two thirty in the morning, she still did not hear any sign of Draco sleepwalking. Maybe he is still awake like her, thinking about what happened.
Nah, not possible. He is too cold-hearted to care.
A knock came from the door. Hermione rose from her warm bed to open it. Standing on the other side was the man of her thoughts. She placed her both her hands on either side of his face and pulled his head down to smash her lips against his.
haha...cliffy...romance should start soon...and I would probably make it rather rocky...anyway...you know what to do...