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'Italicized words with single quotation marks indicate thoughts.'

Chapter 9

Willow froze when she felt warm lips pressed against hers. She had never kissed anyone before accept for Oz's innocent pecks on the cheek that left her blushing in embarrassment. But she had never felt anything like this before. This kiss sent a shock wave through her body leaving her skin tingling in its wake.

Draco felt Willow relax into the kiss and he brushed his tongue hesitantly over her soft full lips. He moaned in delight when Willow opened her mouth slightly in response, allowing his tongue to slip inside. He explored the warm velvety recess of her sweet mouth with unbridled enthusiasm and deepen the kiss. Sweet Merlin… she was pure ambrosia. She tasted even better than he had imagine, sweet, tangy and something else that was undeniable Willow. He didn't think anything could taste this good. She was like fine wine and Draco drank greedily form its depths.

Despite how much Draco wanted the kiss to last it couldn't and Willow and Draco jumped apart as the sound of the dungeon door creaking open.

Professor Snape walked casually into the classroom and stopped. One dark eye brow rose in suspicion as he took in the scene before him. A flushed wide eyed Willow was standing precariously close to Draco who wore a guilty expression on his face.

"What's going on here?" questioned Snape as he glowered at Draco. If that boy was harassing Willow again he see to it that Draco would pay.

"Nothing," squeaked Willow nervously.

"Are you sure?" asked Snape skeptically.

Willow nodded furiously. "Yes Professor," said Willow quickly.

"Very well," conceded the Snape. The professor knew that Willow was hiding something; the girl couldn't lie even if her life depended on it. But if the child didn't want to talk about it he wasn't going to force her.

Snape took his seat behind his desk and discretely observed Draco and Willow as they studied. They were quiet…too quiet in his opinion. Over an hour had past and they still hadn't spoken a word to each other. Usually they would be at each other throats by now, but they seemed intent in ignoring each other existence. Snape had no doubt that something had happened between the two of them, something more than their usual bickering. But he couldn't phantom what that possibly could be.

Draco groaned. What the bloody hell was he thinking? He kissed Rosenberg for Merlin sakes. Even though it was very nice kiss, better than he could ever imagine, but it was still a stupid thing to do. She was a mudblood and if Snape finds out the most feared professor in Hogwarts would have his head. The professor was already protective of Willow and if he knew that Draco was taking certain liberties with his charge Draco had no doubt that the professor would find some new painful method of torture just for him, the men was a Death eater after all. And the worst part was that despite it all he still wanted to kiss Willow again.

This was torture. Studying was a complete waste of time. How could she possibly concentrate with him sitting so close? All Willow could think about was why Draco kissed her when she was sure that he hated her. She was so confused. She needed to talk to him but that was impossible as long as the Professor was around. Maybe she could slip him a note? No that would be too obvious and what was she supposed to write in it anyway. 'If you like me, please check here' that sounded so juvenile. Nope she would have to wait till Snape leaves which she hoped would be soon. She was beginning to get twitchy. But as soon as Snape left the room Draco tore out of there like Satan himself was at his heels.

Draco found himself staring at Willow's lips. He had never felt like this about a girl before. He was obsessed. He thought about Willow all the time and it was driving him mad. It took all his self-control to not jump across the table and kiss those perfectly shape lips and plunder her sweet mouth with his tongue. For two whole days Draco would steal glances at her when she wasn't looking and fantasized about kissing her lips until they were swollen and red. Occasionally their eyes would meet and they would exchange heated glances filled with pent of passion. Out of desperation Draco had limited their contact to their scheduled study sessions with the professors because frankly he didn't trust himself enough to be alone with the girl; and as soon as the session was over Draco would bolt out of the room before Willow could utter a single word. The plan was working well, but it was only a matter time before one them explodes.

The study session was over and Draco nearly jumped when he heard a quiet voice behind his back. "We need to talk."

"I'm busy Rosenberg," replied the blonde Syltherin as he continued to pack his books into his bag.

"No you not. You have been avoiding me for days now. What are you so afraid of Draco?" accused Willow.

Draco whirled around and glared at the redhead with indignation. "I'm not afraid. I just have better things to do than waste my time talking to you," sneered Malfoy.

"Well I'm not leaving until you talk to me," said Willow stubbornly as she blocked the door with her small body and placed her hands on her hips.

The blonde Slytherin narrowed his silver grey eyes and gritted his teeth. "Get out of the way," sneered Draco as his tall frame loomed dangerously over the petite girl, the very picture of intimidation. But the girl wouldn't budge. Draco could have easily pushed past her small frame but he was afraid of his own body reaction if he got to close. Draco could feel his heart pound against his chest and a familiar heat began to spread from his stomach to his groin. He was so very close. All he would have to do was reach out and…

"No! Not until we talk," said Willow stubbornly.

Draco willed himself to take a step away from the girl and sighed explosively. "Fine! What do you want?"

Suddenly all the courage seemed to flee Willow's body and she fidgeted under Draco's intense gaze. "W…Why did you kiss me?" asked Willow shyly.

Oh for the love of…"I don't know. I just felt like it. Alright," replied Draco in irritation. In truth he knew the answer to the redhead's question but there was no way he was going admit to her that he wanted her so badly that it hurt, that every night he would dream of her and wake up aroused and unsatisfied.

Willow nibbled on her bottom lip and scrunched her forehead in thought creating fine lines across her brow. "But I thought you hated me," blurted out the redhead in confusion.

Draco's eyes soften slightly and something that Willow couldn't quite identify flashed briefly in his eyes. "Rosenberg you maybe irritating and annoying as hell, but I don't hate you."

All the tension left Willow's body like a deflated balloon and she graced Draco with a bright smile. "Well I don't hate you either."

"So we don't hate each other. That's good, right? But we're not exactly friends either. So what does that make us?" wondered Willow as she bit her lip in concentration.

"Fuck buddies?" suggested Malfoy hopefully.

Willow blushed. "Draco," sighed Willow exasperatedly.

Draco gave Willow a cocky grin as he watched the blush spread slowly across her cheeks. "What about casual acquaintances who shag?"

"Draco! I'm trying to be serious," shouted Willow as her whole face turned red.

"So am I. Come on. It'll be fun," purred Draco as he dragged his fingers across his chest suggestively.

The sound of Draco's voice sent shivers up Willow's spine and she swooned slightly then stiffened. Willow felt a rush of annoyance at the smug look on Malfoy's face. No, this was not going to happen again. She will not let Draco get to her no matter how sexy he looked. "You jerk. Just because I don't hate you doesn't mean I'm going to sleep with you!" yelled the fiery redhead in indignation as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Not yet anyway," mumbled Malfoy under his breath.

"What was that," snapped Willow angrily.

"Oh nothing," backtracked Draco quickly.

Willow stared at him suspiciously and took a moment to calmed down. "So what are we going to do now?"

"Well I have a few ideals," purred Draco as he leaned forward to place a gentle kiss across Willow's lips, just barely brushing the surface, then stepped back and waited for her reaction. This kiss wasn't as passionate as the first but it left her lips tingling. The redhead licked her lips and gave the boy a long measuring look. After a few seconds Willow nodded her head slightly and pounced, capturing the surprised Slytherin with her mouth.

Draco relaxed into a long passionate kiss, moving one hand to the nape of Willow's neck and held her head gently as long slender fingers played with the silky strands of her hair. Malfoy hoped that what ever this thing was with Willow would run its course and eventually work its way out of his system. If not than at least he would have fun trying.

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