Ch 2: Flesh for Fantasy

Hermione walked up to her room that night, after kissing Ron goodnight and went to bed. She passed out almost as soon as she hit the pillow.

She awoke at around midnight, after hearing a scratching noise at the window. She sat up and walked over to the window, trying to ind out what the noise was. She pushed open the frost covered window to find Malfoy smiling back at her. She was about to scream but a gently placed hand stopped her from doing so. He swung himself into the room and grabbed her by the shoulders.

He gently steered her toward the bed and laid her down on it. He leaned over her and began to kiss her. Instinctivly her arms wrapped around his neck but she stopped herself when she realized who she was kissing.

Hermione went to push him off but he pinned her down, kissing her more heatedly as he went. her arms slowly went up his arms, making him shiver. She rolled him over, straddling him.

He let out a groan as she rubbed against him. He grabbed her hips and made her grind him again. She moaned and he forced her into another kiss. She thrust her hips forward and he grabbed her buttocks.

She grabbed his arms and forced them onto the bed as she moved her hips once more. He rolled her over so that he was on top and grabbed her wrists, forcing her arms to her side. He move down slowly, kissing her as he went.

She strugled against him as he worked his way toward his goal.

Hermione sat upright in bed, having just come out of the dream. She panted as she tried to slow her heart rate.

She stepped out of her bed and walked over to the window. She grabbed a glass of water and drank it slowly. She slowly calmed herself by telling her that it was a dream and that none of it had happened, nad none of it would happen.

She laid back down in her bed and relaxed, trying to fall back asleep. Still she could not forget how good it had felt when she kissed him, even if it had been a dream.

Draco sat by the fire in his common room, finishing up a potions essay. Every so often his mind would trail off as he thought of Hermkione, and what he was going to do to her. He shook his head and finished up the essay.

He stood up and streached, planning on going to bed. Before he had made it two stepps he had an uncontrolable urge to sneak into the gryffindor tower and find Hermione. He smiled to himself and walked up the stairs.

The next morning as he sat down at his house table in the great hall he couldn't help but let his vision trail over to the gryffindor table. Hermione looked over at him every time, feeling his gaze upon her.

Draco was glad that it was only sunday and he had time to torment her, without having to worry about classes.

He finished his breakfast and got up from the table. Hermione did the same and he followed her out of the room.

Draco watched her from a distance as she walked into the library. Draco watched as she walked down one of the isles and dissapeared. He walked in.

He turned down the same isle as Hermione and saw her sitting at the back, reading. Draco made his way casually toward her, pretending not to pay attention to her.

She glanced up at him as he moved closer. She felt a mingle of anticipation and excitment in the pit of her stomach. She looked up once more to find him looking over her and she alowed herself a small smile to him as he sat down beside her.

"What are you reading?" He asked her as he looked over her shoulder at the book.

"Oh nothing much, just an old favorite," she said as her eyes met his.

He glanced back down at the page and scoffed. "So this is one of your favorites? I would have never guessed."

"Why's that?" Hermione asked him as she glanced back at her book, which he now had a hold of.

"Well," He said as he flipped through it. "I just can imagine you reading a romance novel, especially one with... well these sex scenes."

"Why do you find that odd, I like them."

Draco smirked and let go of the book. "I think you'd enjoy the real thing much more." With that he leaned over and kissed her heatedly