Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. Sad but true.

Warnings: Femslash. If you've read the first two chapters, then you'll be alright.

A/N: And now for the fiesta de resistance or something like that. Chapter 4. YAY! Okay, I'm done.

Inferno

I walked into the prefect girls bathroom, making sure no one else was there before making my way to one of the sinks. I dropped my things onto the floor and turned on the tap, letting icy cold water fill the sink. Once filled, I turned the tap off and stared at my own watery reflection. I couldn't help remembering a few moments ago.

"You should be more mindful of who you turn your back on."

I growled and began to splash the water onto my face over and over again until my face started to feel numb. I took a few steadying breaths before looking at my reflection in the mirror. I stared at my pale skin, my shoulder length black hair, and lastly my emerald eyes.

I glared and my reflection glaring back. "What the hell is wrong with me." I growled, my reflection sneering at me. "I saved her twice!... What's happening to me? Why do I feel this way? Why can't I make it stop!" I couldn't help but ask myself these questions for the hundredth time today.

When I woke up earlier this morning, I felt so repulsed by what I had dreamed and how my treacherous body had reacted, that the first thing I did was take a hot shower. I made the water as hot as I could stand without getting 2nd degree burns, and scrubbed my body hard. When I got out of the shower, my skin was red and sore, steam rising off of me in the cool bathroom.

I returned to the chilly dungeons and by the time I sat down next to Draco, my skin was pale and cool. Draco smiled at me and I halfheartedly returned the gesture. I wasn't really in the mood to play his perfect couple game, even though we weren't going out.

I took one look at the runny eggs and crispy bacon before deciding I wasn't hungry. Instead I looked towards the Gryffindor table. It didn't take me long to find her. She was sitting with Potter and Weasly as usual but she didn't seem to be paying them any attention.

I couldn't fathom it. What had made me dream of her out of all people? She wasn't even that attractive; with her bushy hair and ink stained fingers; her warm hazel eyes and full pouting lips.

When she started to bite her bottom lip, my body began to heat up little by little and hum. Then I noticed that she was fidgeting a little and I looked up to see her staring right at me. The heat and humming instantly stopped, leaving me cold and empty. I glared at her, suppressing a growl and turned to listen to Draco brag about some new thing daddy gave him.

I was angry, but I didn't know whether I was angry because she had caught me looking at her, or if it was because the warm humming was gone. I couldn't help remembering her warm eyes and the flush in her cheeks as she bit her bottom lip, which left me distracted through out Transfiguration and Divination.

Then came Potions which I was greatly looking forward to. Never to disappoint, one of the Gryffindors, which happened to be Weasly, some how screwed up his potion. This put me in a better mood and I joined my friends in laughing at him.

However, my good mood didn't last as Granger went to help him. Snape told her that she had to come back at lunch to help Weasly or she would fail along with him. The Slytherins laughed and Draco said that hopefully Weasly would screw up and turn both of them into newts. The others snickered and she looked over at us.

At that moment I hated Draco for saying that. I hated myself for not snickering along with them. But I hated her most of all for making me feel this way.

The end of class rolled around and we were dismissed. In Care of Magical Creatures, the oaf Hagrid thought it a good idea to let us work with pheromones. It was an interesting enough class and a pleasant reprieve from the usual life threatening situations.

Everything went smoothly until that oaf assigned Granger to collect our vials. I already knew what Blaise was thinking before he muttered that this was Granger's lucky day. That he would make her the most wanted girl in school.

When she had all the vials, I looked over at Blaise to see him raise his wand. Without thinking, I rose from my seat and turned my body so that when Blaise said the tripping spell, I was facing her. I saw her close her eyes a second before my body braced hers. I grasped her waist to keep her steady, but hadn't realized how close we would be and soon I was leaning closer to catch the scent of her.

Her hair was softer than I had expected with a light scent of strawberries. Her skin was giving off a faint scent of French vanilla. The scent was so tempting that I suddenly had this urge to find out if her skin tasted just as good as it smelt. A warm steady heat began flowing throughout my body.

Instead, remembering where I was, I told her that she should watch where she was going. I pushed her away quickly, before I did something embarrassing and disgraceful to both myself and my house.

Once I let go of her I became aware of just exactly what I had done and what I had wanted to do. It was as if I was someone else and couldn't control myself. I noticed that she, as well as everyone else, was looking at me, so I quickly came up with some snide remark about filthy beasts and sat back down next to Draco. I could feel his eyes on me as my mind screamed "What the hell was that! Have you completely lost all sense of who you are, whe she is?"

I knew that he as well as the other Slytherins were thinking the same thing but I had no answers.

When lunch came, I told Draco that I wasn't hungry and that I was going to the common room to clear my head. Even though I could tell that he wanted to ask me what the hell was going on, he let me go and went to lunch with Crabbe and Goyle.

I was on my way toward the Slytherin common room when I heard voices in Snapes classroom. That's when I remembered that Weasly and Granger had to return to redo Weasly's potion. I stopped outside of the door and decided that I would take a peak to see if Weasly would really turn them into newts. After all it wasn't that farfetched.

I opened the door just a crack and felt a major rush of heat come out of the classroom. The first person I saw was Snape. He had a look of pure distaste. He was staring at Weasly who was standing over his cauldron with a look of total confusion on his face. Lastly there was Granger. She seemed stressed and the heat of the classroom wasn't helping.

A few strands of her hair, which I remembered was soft, unfortunately were sticking to her forehead and falling into her eyes. Her lips were parted slightly and she seemed to be panting a little. I began to feel a warm liquid heat cover my entire body and the humming sensation. I couldn't believe that just looking at her is making me feel this way. But I didn't want it to stop.

Suddenly she shrieked "Ron! Not yet!" I snapped out of my trance and looked over at Weasly. Can you believe it? He was going to make the same exact mistake twice.

"Ms. Granger," Snape said "Unless you, as well as Mr. Weasly, would like to fail this assignment, you will keep quiet. I do not tolerate cheating in my class. So I advise you not to say another word." He said, his distaste becoming more apparent.

Weasly's cheeks turned red with anger and Granger clenched her jaw. I smirked and closed the door. Severed her right for trying to help a pathetic loser like Weasly. But even though I enjoyed her miserly, I couldn't help being angry at Weasly for making her miserable.

'Why was it that I even cared. As long as she was miserable and I wasn't. What did I care that he was mostly the cause of her stress and that she should get rid of him. She would probably be better off.'

These thoughts periodically occupied my mind throughout my remaining classes. Every time, I would drown them out with 'It doesn't matter because I don't care.' It would work for a while. But then I would start to think about her soft hair, hazel eyes, and her French vanilla scented skin.

These thoughts were the worst because I couldn't get rid of them. Even Draco's insistent bragging didn't help.

Soon enough they would have me longing for the questions concerning her misery, just to get her body, her lips, and her ink-stained fingers out of my head.

When classes ended I made my way towards the Slytherin common room. I was mentally chanting 'I don't care, I don't care, I don't care,' when I was confronted by the scene of Granger dishing out punishment to Gryffin Sykes, a first year Slytherin. There was a Hufflepuff off the side with tears in her eyes and 8, no 9 tails, protruding from her rear end.

Apparently Gryffin had hexed the girl and Granger, being Head Girl, caught him doing it. When I was close enough to hear, she was deducting points from Slytherin. I winced as she stopped at 90 points.

Once she was satisfied that his punishment was fitting enough, she turned and walked toward Potter and Weasly. 'Bad move.' I thought as I walked after her, moving completely on impulse.

I passed Gryffin who was saying, "Filthy Mudblood thinks she can give me detention? I'll show her." By that point I was halfway between Gryffin and Granger and a little off to the right.

I was a few feet away from her when Potter shouted for her to watch out and pointed toward Gryffin. She turned around and so did I.

His wand was pointed at her and even though my mind was screaming for me to stop. That she deserves this, that she was getting what was coming to her, I stepped in front of her as Gryffin shouted "Optipicus" I instantly knew what hex this was and used simple counter curse.

I watched as his own hex hit him in the chest. He stumbled back before looking at me then Granger and then back to me again, this time sneering at me. He straightened himself and was about to say some snide remark when the lines appeared and then the eyes.

I smiled smugly when some first year began to scream and smiled even more when Gryffin began to. Then McGonagall come to see what to fuss was and gasped at the sight of Gryffin.

When she took him away, I let my smile fade and turned to walk away as if nothing had happened. But then I saw the shock and surprise and maybe a twinge of fear in her eyes.

I told her, yet again without thinking, that she should be more mindful of who she turned he back on.

"What the hell was I thinking?" I asked my reflection, not really expecting an answer. And then I'm struck with another question. What was I going to tell Draco when he found out, which he will. I wouldn't be surprised if he already knew. I could her him now "Tell me Pansy, have you forgotten color of your tie or have you completely lost your mind? Because if you have, perhaps I should have father set an appointment for you at Mungo's."

I growled. What did he know? It's not like I saved her on purpose. 'Twice. You did it twice.' My mind reminded me. I groaned in submission and was just about to conjure up a few excuses for my actions when I heard the bathroom door open and close. I continued to stare at my reflection as I heard footsteps echoing through out the bathroom, my hands grasping the sink tightly. My heart was pounding with anticipation and fear, making me immobile.

I watched her through the mirror as she cane into view and stood near the wall. She looked at me a second before speaking. "Thank you for saving me back there."

I twitched. How dare she assume that I saved her.

"A little full of yourself, don't you think?" I said calmly. She looked confused for a moment.

"But just now…"

"I didn't save you." I said not as calmly. I felt like I needed to explain my motives to her for some odd reason. I kept watching her through the mirror as I continued.

"Gryffin Sykes has a bad habit of hexing people when their backs are turned. He thinks it's a sort of game. It was amusing at first, until he started hexing his own housemates. The older the Slytherin, the more points he got. So the 7th years decided that he was fair game. I saw an open opportunity and I toke it."

I thought that sounded convincing enough, but just to be on the safe side, I said "Had I known it was you that he was hexing, you would have been able to see-it-all, as well as know-it-all."

I saw her twitch a little at my comment and forced a smirk. I turned around to face her. I was planning on another insult but forgot the instant I looked into her eyes, seeing something I wasn't sure I wanted to see. My smirk faltered and I decided to leave.

Just as I was walking past her, she grabbed my wrist, causing me to lock eyes with her. Almost instantly I felt like my veins were being pumped full of fire whiskey instead of blood. There was this pleasurable burning sensation, especially where our skin touched. It creaped through out my body and up my spineI'm sure that I was about to moan or whimper or show some sign of pleasure when she said shakedly, "Still, I want to thank you."

I wrenched my hand out of her grip. She was making me feel things that I shouldn't. I wanted to take her hands and put them under my shirt and onto my stomach, just to feel the heated sensation again.

Instead I said, "Don't touch me," in a barely audible voice. It was a sign of weakness and it was because of her that I was weak. I wanted to hate her more than anything in the world right then. I wasted to strike her or curse her, but all I felt was a burning desire. All I wanted was her.

She began to say something else but I cut her off and said, "No! Don't you get it? Why would I help a filthy Mudblood like you?"

Her eyes flashed and she growled, "Don't call me that."

I really smirked this time and said, "Why? Isn't it what you are?"

And suddenly I was myself again. I was the cold Slytherin princess and she was the know-it-all Gryffindor Mudblood. I felt in control of myself, but it didn't last long as she slammed me against the wall, pressing her lips against mine.

Before I realized that she was kissing me, she pulled back about an inch. Blood was pounding in my ears and I felt a little lightheaded. Her eyes searched mine for a moment before she brought our lips together in another bruising kiss.

This time I did moan as she forced her tongue into my mouth. It was like white-hot liquid fire flowing through my veins. It was as if it were consuming my entire body and I pushed off the wall to get closer to her. Bu t she grasped my hips and pinned them against the wall.

I groaned in the back of my throat and grabbed the collar of her robes, pulling he closer. I wanted to control her and I wanted her to control me just as much, if not more. Her body was pressed tightly against me but I wanted to feel her skin touch mine in every way.

It was a fight between us, biting teeth and pushing tongues, almost violent, almost bleeding as I practically ripped her robes from her shoulders. I shoved them down her arms, but because she was holding my hips against the wall, they stopped at her elbows. I shoved harder, biting her bottom lip. She whimpered, understanding what I wanted and let go of my hips long enough for me to shove her robes to the ground.

She forced her leg between mine and pushed her thigh against my center. I pulled out of the kiss and thrust my hips against her thigh, a long moan escaping my lips. She instantly moved her lips to my neck, her hands tugging my shirt out of my skirt. Her lips made their way to my ear, biting the shell of it, her fingers unbuttoning my shirt.

Her leg began to move in a slow rhythm and I thought that I was going to die from sheer ecstasy when I registered that someone was calling her name. I was about to write it off as my imagination but then the voice got louder.

"Hermoine? Is everything ok in there?" It was Weasly. He and Potter must have been waiting for her outside of the bathroom. Just in case I might have done something Slytherin.

She stopped moving and looked into my eyes. "Hermoine. Are you ok?" It was Potter who asked this time.

"Yes. Everything is fine," she said in a weak voice. They must have bought it because they didn't say anything. She pulled away from me about a foot and watched me.

I pushed off the wall and fixed my clothes. Once my shirt was tucked back into my skirt and my tie was straight, I pulled on my cloak. I pulled my backpack onto my shoulder and began to walk away. Before I was out of her sight I stopped.

"Don't ever do that again." I threw at her over my shoulder in a strangled voice, before leaving the bathroom.

To be continued…

A/N: So… was it worth the wait. Perhaps you should answer that question after you read the next chap. Thank you Alexis for typing some of this up for me and picking up my slack and thanx to you guys for ur patience.