Fire burned through my veins, igniting every pore. I gasped at the … pleasure. Who would have thought blood could taste so good. With eyes closed I drank slowly, never wanting it to end. But on the other hand, parts of my body were begging to be released of their torment.

I groaned as the last of the blood slowly spilled into my mouth. I savored the taste as long as I could, but like all things, it couldn't last. The buzz from it though was still going strong, or should I say hard?

I sighed then sniffing the vial, and I could still smell Hermione. I felt myself twitch in excitement, and I decided that I had had enough. I entered the bathroom, locked the doors, and jumping into the purposely cold shower. I made quick work with my hand.

For long minuets, I just stood shivering in the water just complementing my thoughts. I needed some kind of potion to keep my vampireness away. I couldn't afford for it to grow stronger than myself, for then it would truly able to take control of me.

Hermione

How long did it take to take a shower? I slowly paced the Common Room waiting for Draco to come out. I had heard him come to shut the door, and the sound of running water, when I had been doing my homework on the bed.

Being bored was not a thing I liked, so sitting down on the couch, I began practicing drawing designs in the air before me. The designs then turned into pictures. I drew the Gryffindor crest, then a snitch and broom. I tried to draw Draco on the broom, but lets just say people are my worst things to draw.

"Good God please say that's not me." I didn't jump, but it still unnerved me the way he could be there one moment, and then gone the next. I shivered, sensing him behind me, but the feeling wasn't unpleasant. I turned back to face Draco. His grey eyes stared down at me, the humor echoed through them. I blushed wondering how he had become so blessed in looks. "Ummm… no that's not you that's…" I thought of the only seeker I knew. "It's Harry." I turned back to the picture that still floated in the air. The stick figure looked back at me mocking my poor artistic abilities.

"Sure." He drawled, and I shivered once again, letting his voice flow through me. He continued, "Then where are his glasses and scar?" Good question. "I… I was… just going to add those…" I didn't get to finish my sentence, for lips had covered my own.

I sighed, enjoying the slow kiss. When he pulled away slightly, I fluttered my eyes open, almost hazily. "What was that for?" I asked. I wanted to smack myself, because it came out like I was some kind of wanton hussy. Breathlessness did that to you sometimes.

Draco smiled, and his hand slowly traced my jaw then lips. "When you get flustered, you are beautiful. I can't resist." I blushed at the comment, and then laughed. Puzzlement was etched on Draco's face and he asked, "What?" I smiled, "You wanted to kiss me that badly that you had to climb over the couch?" Draco was half over the couch; his stomach balancing on the rim.

Draco looked down at himself and laughed too, but then his expression turned serious. His eyes bore into mine, and I felt my breath catch. He said quietly, "You make me want to do crazy things."

I felt my heart melt, and this time I was the one that brought his lips to mine. I sighed, at the contact of his soft lips on mine. Putting my arms around his back, I pulled him down with me to lie flat out on the couch. He pulled away momentarily, and slowly lowered himself beside, as though not to hurt me. I felt my heart ache at his kindness.

I turned on my side to face him, and he wrapped his arms about me. I softly kissed him again, this time letting my tongue flick out at his lips. His lips parted for me, and I slowly explored my newly found treasure. His tongue danced with mine, and we both released our own sounds of pleasure.

I groaned as I felt as his hands slowly moved to the front of my shirt. Slowly he pulled the shirt out from the skirt, and I felt as butterflies flew in my stomach. I knew it was coming, and the anticipation was nearly killing me. I kissed him harder, hoping he knew what I wanted.

His hand then slipped underneath the fold of cloth, and I shivered even more as I felt the skin to skin contact. His hand traced slowly up my stomach, and when his hand reached the base of my strapless bra, did he pause. His second hand soon joined the first, and they both moved to my back. I felt as his fingers slowly played at the clasp. With a small pop, it came unhooked. He grabbed the bra, and dragged it out from beneath my shirt. I felt as he threw it aside, and I heard it land somewhere behind the couch.

Now I was kissing him more passionately, and I knew even without opening my eyes that our lips would be bruised. His hands came back to rest on my stomach, and he slowly pulled away. His grey eyes stared back at mine questioning me. I nodded my head slowly, and his hands resumed their ascent. I could feel as I struggled with steadying my breathing, but it was of no use, for I could feel as my breast heaved in growing anticipation and desire.

Gently he pulled his body over mine, and I couldn't help as my eyes rolled back in pleasure, as I felt him. Slowly his hand cupped my left breast, and I moaned as he began to roll the pebble hard nipple between his fingers. Throwing my right arm behind me, I clutched the armrest. The armrest was my support system, and I arched into his hand resisting.

His other hand came to claim the other breast, and I gasp in pleasure. I tried to keep my eyes trained to his but I couldn't help but close them in delight. I knew he was watching the emotions that flashed over my face. I opened my eyes, hoping who could see the emotions that I felt for him in my eyes. His eyes darkened with desire, and his lips were once more on mine fighting for dominance.

I moaned as his lips moved down to my neck, were they bit lightly, and sucked at my flesh. Then his lips trailed down even farther, when he reached the shirt he stopped. His eyes looked up at mine, and he placed himself further down on my body. His eyes did not leave mine, even when he kissed me through the shirt. Though it wasn't full contact, my nipple could still feel the dampness from the tongue that circled it. I cried out, and he bit down gently. I knew that my panties were already soaking wet.

His hand came to rest on my hip for a second before it began to trail further down to rest on my knee. Then did it rise up beneath the skirt. His hand moved up my thigh, and I moaned aloud. His hand was almost there…

"Hermione…" Draco and I both jumped. I saw as Draco's eyes widened. I heard as he cursed, "Fuck" under his breath. Quickly, he pulled himself over the back of the couch. I heard him land with a thud, and I sat up quickly, trying to compose myself. I patted my hair and tried to smoothen out the wrinkles on my skirt.

Ginny came thought the hallway that lead into the Common Room. "Oh good, I was expecting to find you and Draco at it again." I felt as a blush like no other burned across my cheeks. "I came here to warn ya, that Harry and Ron and coming here on the double to see why you missed Dinner. They seem to think Draco had something to do it." Ginny turned back around, "I'll meet them at the door."

When she disappeared from view did I finally look over the back of the couch. "Draco, quick… make a run for your dormitory." He didn't waste a second, and was in his dormitory before I could say Harry and Ron.

"Hello Mione." I whipped back around. "Hey Harry. Ron." I nodded to both of them. Ginny followed in behind them, and they each seated themselves down. "I'm sorry I missed diner you guys, I totally lost track of time. I grabbed the book that rested on the table. I was doing some interesting reading." Ron looked bewildered, "How is a potions book interesting?"

Oppsss… my mistake. "I… ummm… just wanted to read ahead." Forget that I had already read the book during the summer. Harry broke in, "That's my Hermione." He joked. "Now come on, you need to come and watch some quidditch. It will be good for you. I nodded my head, "Sure. Why not?"

We rose, and made our way to the portrait. "Oh, I need to go grab my cloak." I didn't wait for them to respond, but turned back to my own dormitory. I enter it, and found Draco waiting for me. I rushed to him, pressing a kiss to his lips. "I'm sorry but I have to go watch Harry and Ron play quidditch." Draco smiled, "Yea, I heard." He kissed me softly, and I was starting have my doubts on going to watch quidditch. Draco must have known what I was thinking for he pushed me towards the door. "Quick, before they suspect something."

I made for the door but Draco called me back once more, "Hey your cloak." He brought it over to me from where it had rested on the bed. I took from him, and kissed me once again. I could feel the smile on his lips even when he kissed me. He whispered, "You might want to put the cloak on because it's not that cold out. For a moment I was bewildered, but I felt as his hand lightly flicked over my breast. I felt my eyes grow huge, "Shit, I'm not wearing a bra." Draco laughed, "My point exactly." I smacked him playfully on the arm before dashing back out to meet Harry and Ron.

I could only hope that they hadn't noticed when we had been sitting in the common room. How embarrassing would that have been?