Same old disclaimer, don't own 'em, but would drive one like a slave if I did…a love slave…
I've been really trying baby
Trying to hold back this feeling for so long
But if you feel like I feel baby
Come on, come on
Let's get it on
-Marvin Gaye
Both Hermione and Malfoy got their wish two nights later when they were called to meet with Professor McGonagall about problems with students in the halls. Hermione arrived in the classroom first and sat down, feeling slightly apprehensive knowing that Malfoy would soon be taking up the chair next to her. She also hoped that the meeting would go quickly; she had invited Harry and Ron over to her room to help them with their charms homework. Her mind was suddenly swung from her friends as he swaggered in and plopped down next to her, barely glancing over. Hermione felt a surge of dislike for the arrogant boy. I guess some things still haven't changed, she thought.
Malfoy had intentionally tried to be late. He hated having to sit alone with McGonagall. He suspected that she despised him for his father's actions. Actions, Malfoy thought defensively, that he wanted to be no part of. Yet, the stigma of being a Malfoy would always follow him.
He had walked into the room five minutes late and sat down next to Hermione, not permitting himself to look at her. At least not yet. However, after a few moments he could no longer resist and he snuck a peak. Hermione was ignoring his presence. Instead she was nodding at whatever McGonagall was saying…even taking notes. God, he thought, someone needs to get rid of that stick up their ass.
The meeting progressed, and after half of an hour, McGonagall seemed to be satisfied with the solutions that they had thought up and dismissed them. Little did she know about the excited thoughts contained in both minds.
Hermione stood up from her chair, and when her professor's back was turned, summoned up the courage that had gotten her into Gryffindor and gave Malfoy a smoldering look up and down. To her surprise, he returned to look with a piercing stare and a suave flick of his hair.
Malfoy was stunned. It was as if Hermione had read his thoughts and decided to give him the sexiest up and down he had ever received. After a split second he recovered and threw back what he hoped was an equally sexy intense look. For added measure he drew attention to his hair by flicking it, something he had come to realize drove the girls crazy. He believed she had gotten the message.
They silently walked out of the class room and continued in silence down the deserted hall until they passed a tapestry of a witch with an irregularly shaped nose that covered the doorway to Malfoy's room. At that point, Malfoy could no longer keep up the cool façade. Hadn't he been waiting for an opportunity like this?
In one swift move, he pulled Hermione around and behind the tapestry and flung her up against the way. He pinned her arms above her head and kissed her. Hard.
Hermione could barely believe what was happening, but was in no way against it. She, in fact, had been trying to cool the fire inside of her when she had found herself being whipped behind a curtain and snogged within an inch of her life. She loved his powerful arms holding up her own. She was so used to being in charge, it was a nice break to be dominated in this way.
She felt Malfoy's tongue begin to press upon her lips and she permitted into her mouth, moaning slightly as it caressed her own. Bloody hell, she thought. I'll dismiss the fact that he's a total prat on the grounds that he's an amazing kisser alone.
Malfoy, encouraged by her moans, pressed up against her, and let her feel his excitement. He began to run his one hand down her body while the other still held her arms aloft. As his hand slid down her neck and started to grasp her one breast, he licked and nibbled his way down the side of her neck, coming to her collar bone. As he nibbled along it, he felt her lean in and begin to work at his earlobe.
Hermione allowed her teeth to gently graze Malfoy's earlobes. She then blew in his ear ever so softly and began to lightly run her tongue around the outside of the ear. She could feel his bulge pressing against her, and thrust her tongue deeper into his ear. It worked, as usual. Malfoy groaned audibly and ground up against her.
"Why don't we take this inside," he growled, opening the door behind Hermione. Not having to be told twice, she nodded, and he picked her up in is arms. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist and continued to kiss him as he carried her in and locked the door behind them.