Chapter 2 – First Passion

The next morning Hermione awoke with a plan formed in her mind. If she could avoid Malfoy and not speak to him then surely her feelings would go away. This plan failed to work, however, as Malfoy approached her at lunchtime.

'McGonagall asked me to pick another prefect to help me patrol the 7th floor corridor tonight and I picked you, you lucky girl. See you there at eight.' He said.

Once Malfoy had left, Ron asked, 'Why did he pick you? Pansy Parkinson is the other Slytherin prefect, why didn't he pick her?'

'I don't think she's too happy with him at the moment,' said Harry, 'Dean told me that Malfoy fucked Pansy and then dumped her the next day.'

'Serves her right, the little slag,' laughed Ron.

So at eight o'clock Hermione arrived at the 7th floor to meet Malfoy.

'Bonsoir, beautiful,' Malfoy said, a lazy smile playing around his lips.

Hermione rolled her eyes, 'You take this end, I'll take that end,' she said, walking away from him.

Soon she was bored and sat down, conjuring bubbles from the end of her wand and then popping them. She stole a quick glance down the corridor at Malfoy who was bouncing a quaffle against the wall.

He saw her looking and smirked to himself. She can't resist me he thought to himself. He got up and walked to her end of the corridor and sat next to her.

'I know you're attracted to me,' he said.

'And what makes you say that?'

'The way you look at me, it's like you're mentally undressing me.'

Hermione didn't trust herself to say anything.

'But you don't trust me,' he carried on.

'No, I don't.'

'I don't blame you. I've done some awful things. Tortured muggles, helped the dark lord, and taunted you and your friends. I don't suppose you've believe me if I told you it wasn't what I wanted to do?'

'What do you mean?'

'My dad. He forced me to "uphold the family honour". As if being pureblood even matters anymore. At first he had me under the imperious curse but people got suspicious so he stopped. When I did anything that displeased him, he'd torture me using the cruciatus curse,' he said, his voice cracking, tears welling up in his eyes.

'Oh Draco, I never knew,' said Hermione, putting her arm around him.

'I'm not trying to excuse what I did. I wish I could take everything back but I can't. I'm so sorry for everything I've done to you. It's inexcusable.'

'I forgive you. I understand.'

She leant into him and pressed her soft, full lips against his. Draco looked deep into her eyes and she felt like he was seeing into her soul. He brushed her silky curls behind her ear with the softest touch and kissed her deeply. She opened her mouth with a small sigh and their tongues meshed together with mounting passion.

He broke off.

'I think our shift is over, we'd better get some sleep' he murmured.

'Oh, ok,' said Hermione.

Draco walked back to the Slytherin dungeon thinking that was easier than I thought; she's like putty in my hands. Good mover to leave her wanting more.