Chapter Nine:

The next morning Hermion woke up bright and early. Last night's events were still going through her head. 'That nutcase',she kept on repeating to herself. She didn't know what bit him, but whatever it was, she had to find a cure for it. She dressed quickly, and headed to brush her teeth before another Malfoy warm front headed her way.

She started on breakfast, when Malfoy walked into the kitchen with a suspicious grin on his face.

"Good morning Mione"

"Good morning Malfoy" Hermione replied cooly.

"When did we go back to last name terms, huh babe, I thought we were moving up a couple of notches" replied Draco raising one eyebrow, in his flirty way.

"Well, I'm sorry if I mislead you in anyway, but we're still at the same notch as we've been all along." Hermione shot Draco a look she tried to pull off as angry but all she could show was a blush.

Draco noticed it right away, and decided it wouldn't harm if he taunted her a little.

"Aww, your blushing, am I making you nervous sweetsum?" Draco didn't know why he called her that, but that was the first ridiculous nickname that came to his mind, and he wanted to embarrass her.

As he saw the frustrated look on her face, he felt like he could barely control himself from bursting in laughter. 'she's pissed, but it's good for my plan'.

'Idiot, what kind of name is sweetsum is he freaking kidding me, I mean we've passed the 1900's long ago.'

"Don't you never again, in your life, for as long as you live, call me that!" Hermione said in a commanding voice, which Draco found pretty sexy, he loved when innocent girls show their dirty side, and Hermione's dirty side was looking pretty darn good.

"Will you spank me for punishment?" asked Draco, fire lighting in his gray eyes.

Hermione blushed feverishly and just decided to drop it, and ignore his little comment.

"How do you like your eggs?" she asked trying to change the topic.

"held tightly yet seductively" he answered with a smirk. Hermione's face looked as if she was hit by a fever, her face burned scarlet and she tried to look away instead of looking directly at him.

"I guess frying them is not an option than?" Hermione shot back, and Draco had a painful look on his face. 'That was a good one' he thought to himself.

Draco took a seat at the table, and decided to cool it just for a moment, as he thought of a mean comeback.

Hermione started boiling eggs (not Draco's) and making toasted bread.

She made the table, grabbed the butter out of the refrigerator and headed to sit down. As she walked by she felt a hand sweep gently over her butt. She turned around and saw Draco's flirty eyes looking at her sexually. She could not believe his nerve, she slapped him across the face and sat across from him, shooting looks that can kill in his direction.

The rest of the breakfast went pretty much normal, but very quiet. Draco tried to talk to Hermione but she only answered with sharp glanced and shakes of her head.

He decided that he probably overdid it a little, but he was glad he did. She'll get over the anger, and he got to caress her ass.

They cleaned up together and he went into his room to relax when she started on the dishes.

As soon as Hermione finished with the dishes she ran to her room and started writing feverishly to Ruby. She had to know about this. Ruby will probably laugh it off, and say it's so cute, but Hermione didn't think quite so. She tried to stay angry longer, but deep inside she knew she kind of enjoyed it.

Heat sprang through her body as she reminisced his hands on her, he was so darn sexy and she hated to admit it.

She thought of Draco in ways she's never thought of no one before. She was wondering how his hands can satisfy her with their caress, and started thinking how satisfactory he would be to her in general. She was thinking of him as a man, and quite enjoyed it, until her thoughts were distracted with Hedwig flying in with another letter from Harry.

All was the same with him, still looking for that one last horcrux without much luck. But he's alive, and that's all that matters.

Draco was laying in his room, looking at his hand. The hand that just touched her body.

Just the thought of her body was enough to get him off, especially now that it's been so long. He touched his cheek, in the spot that she slapped him,

'Damn, Granger is hot when she's mad, her face gets all worked up, and her lips become so tight yet tempting, I wonder how tight the rest of her is?'

Draco's thoughts were creeping from one perverted thought to another, he tried to control himself but he found that he could not.

He had to have her, now!