Chapter 4


She had gotten used to his dark gaze finding her between classes or in the Great Hall. For years it had been hateful and cruel, then it turned mischievous and with a glimmer of interest. But after their second run-in in the Restricted Section, Hermione saw a dark gleam in his stony eyes that she had never really seen there before.

If she was honest with herself, it had been a while that she had been noticing him. He had grown from a snarky little boy into quite a fit and good-looking young man over the years. And Hermione had watched as he had done so. She reminded herself that he was awful every time she had let her eyes rest on him just a little too long. This was Malfoy; it didn't matter if he was classically handsome with his pale blonde hair and tall frame. He was a Purist and she knew what that meant.

But things had changed between them and she had to be honest with herself about that too. He had admitted to… Well, not having feelings for her, but having… an attraction to her? She still didn't know what exactly that meant though and his mask-like expression gave nothing away. Her own feelings were still a bit too jumbled to work out at the moment.

At least the talk of Slughorn's party was able to distract her from the thoughts of Malfoy that seemed to keep creeping into her brain. Ginny had been shocked that Hermione had agreed to go with Cormac McLaggen.

"I thought he annoyed you?" She asked, auburn brows furrowed.

"He does," Hermione answered. "But… well I needed a date and he was asking. Sort of. I guess I sort of asked him?" She shook her head a little. "I don't know, either way, we're going together."

"Well I'm glad you got a date," Ginny brightened up. "And one that's sure to bother Ron. I almost wish he was invited to the party so he could see you happy there with someone else."

Hermione opened her mouth to answer but was interrupted by Seamus who awkwardly cleared his throat.

"Uh, Hi Hermione," Seamus scratched the back of his head. Her coffee colored eyes swiveled towards him and noticed the book and crumpled parchment in his hand. "I was wondering if you could help me with a Herbology essay?" He asked nervously. "Ron said that you're really good with Fluxweed and Sneezewort…"

She stopped listening for a moment. Of course Ron would send his friends over to her for homework help. That's what she was good for right? Reliable, sturdy, dependable… Like an old shoe. Hermione frowned.

"I've tried it myself, honest, Hermione," Seamus went on, thinking her dark expression was due to him. "But I need three pages and I can't find anything to fill the last one and I've been in the Library for five hours-"

"Here," Hermione dove into her bag which always seemed to almost be splitting at the seams. In fact, she had placed so many charms on it over the years to stop it from tearing she was surprised that it still showed strain at all. "Chapter twelve of this covers Moly which counteracts a lot of the potions Fluxweed is used in. That should be enough to fill your last page. And when you're done I'll read over it for you if you'd like."

Seamus' face lit up as if he had just heard the Quidditch World Cup was being held tomorrow morning on the castle grounds. "Thank you!" He practically screamed. "I really owe you one, Hermione!"

She gave him a small smile and a shrug before turning back to Ginny, who was watching her carefully.

"What?" She asked at the younger witch's expression.

"Nothing." Ginny said quickly, shaking her head and making her long hair fall like a waterfall of polished bronze.

Hermione sunk back into her thoughts, not able to stay out of them for long. Ron was moving on, why couldn't she? He obviously just did not see her the way she wanted him to, had wanted him to… still wanted him to? She wasn't sure anymore and Malfoy's strange attention wasn't helping the matters either.

She glanced around as Ginny flipped through a Quidditch magazine, but Ron and Lavender were spending less time in the common room these days. Part of her was glad about this since now she could take refuge in here from a certain Slytherin who always seemed to find her in the halls, but another part was concerned. If they weren't here that meant they were in some secluded part of the castle doing Godric knew what.

But… so was she. Just no one knew about her illicit visits with the Slytherin Prince. Hermione took a deep breath and told herself all of that was over now though. She had just been weak from the emotional turmoil of seeing Ron and Lavender and that was all. It didn't matter that Malfoy had basically told her that he wanted her. She didn't want him and that was that.

She couldn't want him.

It wasn't possible.

But… It was.

Hermione looked over to Ginny wondering if she should tell her friend about Malfoy. Ginny hated him almost as much as Ron did and she wasn't sure how the youngest Weasley would react. She really didn't want another friend upset with her right now. Dean made his way over and sat next to Ginny, putting his arm around her but she only gave him a thin smile and returned back to her magazine.

Ever perceptive, Hermione noticed Harry not far from them looking up over the edge of his prized potions book with eyes a little more green than usual. She could try talking to Harry… They had been friends for years and she knew he cared deeply about her. But she could practically hear him sounding off about how foolish she was wandering around late at night and then he would go into another rabbit hole conspiracy theory that Malfoy was a Death Eater again.

Hermione bit her lip. No, for right now she would have to hold her peace. Maybe this would all go away and she wouldn't have to deal with it anymore. Maybe Malfoy would get a hint when she went to Slughorn's party with Cormac. Maybe over the winter break he would turn his attention to someone else. Hermione allowed herself to be warmed by these thoughts.

But deep down, she knew that things were not over with Malfoy and her. Not by a long shot.


She did her best to look presentable, combing out her curls until they shone in the candlelight and slipped on the pink dress Ginny had helped her pick out. She twisted her lips to the side as she looked in the mirror and thought she didn't look half bad. Hermione grabbed a pin off the desk and tied a few curls away from her face and breathed out.

Ron was sitting with Lavender under his arm as she came downstairs. She couldn't help but be pleased with the wide look of surprise on his face and the fact that his eyes stayed locked onto her as she moved through the common room towards where Cormac was waiting by the portrait hole.

"Wow," Cormac muttered as she stopped in front of him. Cormac looked nice himself in fine dress robes, but Hermione began to feel a bit uncomfortable as his eyes lingered too long on her chest. She glanced over to see Ron had twisted around and was watching her. Lavender was pulling at his shirt, trying to get his attention back on her. Hermione expected him to look angry with her choice of companion for the evening but was surprised by the hint of sadness she found instead.

"Shall we?" Hermione felt like her voice was too high, but she was nervous and fidgeted slightly before Cormac opened the door for her, leading her out of the common room and away from Ron.

They made their way down to Slughorn's office easily and Hermione was glad that Cormac was a talker because she honestly had not given much thought about what she would say to him tonight. As they entered the party she glanced around, telling herself that she was looking for friendly faces when deep down she knew she was looking for blonde hair and grey eyes.

She pushed the thoughts of Malfoy from her mind and did her best to focus on what Cormac was saying. Hermione pressed her lips together. She had figured he would have moved on from the topic of Quidditch by now, but he started another story about how he saved a goal just in time as soon as he had finished the last.

Neville passed by her and Hermione interrupted Cormac to speak to him. "Oh, hi Neville!" She beamed.

"Hey, Hermione," Neville had always been very friendly with her and the guilt of not asking him hit her like a punch to the stomach. But if she was here with him Ron would know it was just as friends. Cormac was the perfect cover. Almost.

"Would you like a drink?" He asked, pushing forward a tray of golden mead.

"Thanks!" She smiled and took one.

"Yeah, thanks, Longbottom," Cormac reached over her for one. "Now, I was trying to cover all three hoops because I knew he was a fast bugger…"

She gave Neville a small wave as he moved on and tried to look interested in Cormac's story. He didn't really seem to care either way though; he was just enjoying recounting it for her.

"That's nice," She threw in as he waited for her to be impressed by what he had just said.

She took a few more minutes of it then excused herself. Just for a break. It wasn't long before she realized that Malfoy was not present. She wasn't all together surprised; Slughorn had not shown him the favoritism that Snape had. But she was surprised at the dropping sensation of disappointment that she felt when she realized that she would not be seeing him tonight.

"There you are," Cormac's long arm wrapped around her waist and held onto her firmly. "And look what you've found us." He smiled and looked up above them.

Mistletoe.

Hermione saw it and realized exactly what Cormac had in mind as his hazel eyes drifted down to meet hers. She opened her mouth to tell him it was a mistake, but he captured her lips with his quickly.

His hands moved over her, running up and down her sides, learning her body's shape quickly as he moved his lips a little too quickly. Hermione made a small noise in shock which only seemed to drive him on more. She tried to enjoy it. Cormac was attractive, he did well enough in classes, and maybe once he got tired of talking about Quidditch they could try and find something they had in common?

His kiss was very different than Malfoy's had been. Cormac was moving his lips too fast to even enjoy it and his tongue was slipping and sliding against her closed mouth. Malfoy had been determined in his kiss. He had known what he wanted and he had taken it. Whereas Cormac seemed content to try and swallow her face, Malfoy had positioned her in a way where they both were able to enjoy their stolen moment.

Cormac's hand drifted down her back and rested in the small curve above her skirt, pressing in firmly and pushing their bodies closer together. She shouldn't be thinking of Malfoy at a time like this. She shouldn't be kissing Cormac like this either.

Hermione pulled away, pressing on his chest to push him back. He kept his eyes closed and reached for her again, lips still puckered to continue their kiss.

"Are you thirsty?" She gasped, taking in a quick breath.

"Huh?" Cormac slightly opened his eyes.

"I'm parched." Hermione said and untangled herself from his arms. Cormac looked slightly put out as she ran her hands over her dress, straightening it out and looking around to see if anyone had just seen her snogging. A fifth year Hufflepuff gave her a hearty wink and Hermione quickly turned away. "I'll get us some drinks," She offered quickly and slipped off before Cormac could protest.

It wasn't long before she ran into Harry and Luna. She shouldn't have been surprised at the fact that Harry was concerned about Ron and Quidditch, but he should have known better than to think she would say something to Ron to deliberately hurt him. She might be upset with him, but he was still one of her best friends. Once she had assured him that she had no plans to reveal her involvement at tryouts Harry seemed to relax a little.

As much as she would have been content to hide away with them for the evening as Harry looked about as uncomfortable as she felt, when she caught a glimpse of Cormac searching for her out of the corner of her eye she darted off again.

She was halfway across the room when she saw Malfoy being hauled in by Filch. His rain grey eyes were storming with anger as he glared around at the party goers. They paused on her though, locking in on her own cocoa colored ones and that odd expression flashed on his face for the smallest second before Filch shoved him in front of Slughorn.

"What's going on here?" Cormac asked and slipped his arm around her waist again. Apparently he had no notion of personal space.

"Uhm," Hermione shifted next to him uncomfortably. "It looks like Malfoy was caught trying to get into the party."

"Tosser." Cormac huffed.

Hermione blinked her large eyes and looked up at him. Cormac was glaring slightly at Malfoy who had just looked back their way. As he saw Cormac's arm around Hermione his eyes hardened like iron and Hermione saw a muscle in his jaw clench. He stared at her with a dark gaze for a few moments before Snape hauled him out of the party and back into the darkened castle.

As Slughorn turned he saw the two of them and made a beeline for them. "Cormac! Hermione! So glad to see you both," He said cheerily, cheeks a bit rosy from the mead. "What a lovely couple you two make."

"Oh we're not-" Hermione started.

Cormac pulled her closer to him. "Why thank you, Sir. I do think so myself." He gave a devoted smile to their Professor. "She's quite the catch, but hard to hold onto. I seem to keep losing my date tonight." Cormac said with a chuckle and a pressured hand on her waist.

"Well hold onto that one, my boy," Slughorn nodded and raised his glass up a little. "She's going straight to the top!"

Hermione gave Slughorn a thankful smile before he shuffled off to speak with more guests.

"Now, where were we?" Cormac turned towards her.

"Oh, uhm," Hermione bit her lip as he stared down at her. Were all the boys getting taller or was she getting shorter? "I actually have to…" She tried to think quickly of something that could get her out of another snogging session. "Go to the Library."

"What?" Cormac asked.

"Yes!" Hermione leaned into her excuse. "Seamus needed some help with a Herbology essay and I told him I would look it over. Sorry." She said quickly and hurried out of the door.


"I thought I told you this was between you and me."

Hermione felt herself get pushed from the side and shoved into a dark, unused classroom. She barely had time to gather herself before she heard the door slam behind her and looked up through her tossed curls to see Malfoy glaring back down at her.

"What are you talking about?" She gasped out and then Malfoy rushed her. He grabbed her shoulders and shoved her into a wall roughly, pinning her there under him as he chewed on the inside of his lip. She gazed up at him, lips parting to allow in a large gulp of air. Malfoy just stared back down at her as if he was trying to decide what to do with her.

"You went to the party with McLaggen?" Malfoy hissed, obviously displeased in her choice of date.

Hermione narrowed her eyes. "And who would you have chosen for me to go with then?" She snapped back.

Malfoy paused and his hands on her shoulders twitched slightly. "I would have chosen for you to skip that fiasco." He finally said. "And spend the night with me instead." He pulled on a small curl, wrapping it around his long finger before he balled a fistful of her hair in his hand and pulled her head back.

"And why would I do that?" Hermione asked firmly, trying to keep her composure through the quick tug of pain as he tightened her hair in his fist.

Malfoy's eyes glittered dangerously as he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Because you want to."

Hermione swallowed. She didn't want to, but her body was responding to Malfoy in ways she had never really felt before. She hadn't looked around for a friend at the party, she had looked for him. She hadn't thought of Ron when Cormac was kissing her, but of Malfoy and the way he made her feel… How she wanted to feel again.

"And what if I do?" She breathed out.

Malfoy pulled back slightly, eyes carefully searching her face.

"Granger…" He purred out her name and Hermione felt a shiver pass down her spine. "Do you have anything you want to ask me?"

There were a great many things she wanted to ask him. "Why are you suddenly interested in me? Why won't you leave me alone? Are you actually a Death Eater?" But none of those were the thing she really wanted to ask.

He was going to make her say it just like he had made her ask for a kiss. Her Gryffindor pride roared in her chest, fighting against the urge to tell him to kiss her, to touch her. No one treated her like he did. Everyone just thought of her as a bookworm who never broke the rules. And maybe they were right, in a sense, but there was more to her than that. Ever since the first time in the Restricted Section, Hermione had been exploring that in her mind. Now she wanted to test it out.

She looked deeply at him. Even in the low light she could see dark bags under his eyes and his skin, which had always had a tinge of pink, was shaded with grey. Normally he looked pristine, not even a single white blonde hair out of place and she was surprised to see him looking so worn.

Hermione reached up her hand and brushed it against his cheek lightly. Malfoy jerked back as if she had struck him. Her head fell forward slightly as he released his handful of her hair.

"S-sorry," She muttered.

Malfoy blinked twice and his light brows pulled together slightly. "What are you doing?" He asked carefully.

Hermione swallowed. "You said I should let you know if I ever wanted to find out… what I am," She said softly. "If I'm more than…"

Malfoy lips were on hers before she even saw him move. His hand was back in her hair, holding her head in place so that he could explore her as he wished. His other hand landed on her hip, pressing her back into the wall again. Hermione brought her own hands up to rest on his biceps, finding the strength that lay there under his robes.

Something deep in her stirred, lifting its head and emboldened her to return his kiss with fervor. It was so different than Cormac earlier that Hermione was almost taken aback by how easily she seemed to melt into him. She wasn't fighting this one or overthinking it. She was exploring it, letting those deep, dark desires that she had been denying rise up.

Malfoy tasted minty and Hermione couldn't get enough of the feel of his lips against hers. He guided her through the kiss, yet pressing her for more. Hermione, who always made sure everyone else stayed in line, who was called bossy at least three times a week, who followed a set schedule and rules to a T, relaxed. Hermione let go and let Malfoy take charge.

She knew he could feel the change in her and suddenly his lips latched onto hers tighter; sucking, pulling, and nibbling at hers. Hermione dug her fingers into his arms, feeling the muscles flex under his robes as he strengthened his hold on her. He pushed her further into the wall, pressing his body close to hers so that there was no separation between their chests.

Malfoy's hand moved down her side to her waist, gripping it tightly and squeezing it. Hermione tried to gasp for breath but he was all over her, everywhere at once and all she could breathe in was him. Her body shivered pleasantly at his touch and Malfoy's hand drifted lower, pulling at the hem of her dress.

He dropped his lips to her neck and she instinctively rolled her head back to give him better access to the skin there. His mouth was warm and surprisingly soft against her flesh and she felt her eyes begin to close as he trailed urgent kisses from her jaw towards her ear. Hermione felt a flood of warmth pass through her and opened her eyes quickly.

"Malfoy," She gasped. "Malfoy wait-"

"I have," He growled into her ear, causing another shiver and more warmth to settle deep in her.

"No, I mean," Hermione paused as he resumed his ministrations on her neck, slowly bringing his lips back towards her face. "We need to set some rules first."

Malfoy pulled back, grey eyes darkened like storm clouds. "The only rule you need to know is that I make the rules." Malfoy said in a low voice and leaned back down to capture her lips again.

But Hermione shoved her hands into his chest, keeping him at bay. "That doesn't work for me-"

Malfoy's lower hand quickly moved under her skirt and flitted across her knickers causing Hermione to cry out.

"Feels like it works for you," Malfoy smirked.

Hermione shoved her hands into Malfoy's chest and pushed him back a few more inches. His hand slid from under her skirt as he chuckled darkly at her apparent affront. "This is exactly why I want to lay down some ground rules!"

Malfoy gave an annoyed sigh. "What sort of rules do you have in mind? Not that I am agreeing," He quickly added. "I'm merely curious to hear what you come up with." He removed his hands from her and took a few steps back then looked at her expectantly.

Hermione narrowed her eyes slightly. Malfoy was still as smug and arrogant as he'd ever been, even after he'd had his tongue down her throat. That was fine, if he was still going to be a prick she could still be bossy.

"No one can find out."

"Well that's obvious." Malfoy snorted and crossed his arms over his chest.

Hermione sneered at him. "I mean we will have to be careful not to get caught."

Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so you are planning on a repeat performance?" Hermione blushed. "No, no, I like where you're going with this Granger. Continue." He smirked at her.

"Did you think I'd just sleep with you right off the bat?"

"Didn't think we'd do much sleeping," Malfoy's smirk widened and his eyes travelled over her.

"If you're going to be crass then you can forget about-"

Malfoy had her pinned to the wall again with his face inches from her own. "Trust me, I won't forget this," His voice moved over her like velvet. "And neither will you." Hermione felt his hand trail along her cheek and jaw before he dropped it, running his fingers over her collarbone.

"I'm serious, Malfoy," Hermione whispered, unable to conjure more of a voice. "I mean, I've never…"

Malfoy let out a low chuckle. "I know," He murmured as his fingers trailed the skin along the neckline of her dress. "All in good time, my sweet Mudblood, all in good time."

Hermione pushed his hand away as it reached the small gap between her breasts. "Don't call me that."

"Why not?" Malfoy sneered back at her as he grasped her breast through her dress and squeezed it in his hand. "That's what you are."

"And you're a stuck up, spoiled Purist whose head is so far up his own-"

"You really want to finish that sentence, Granger?" Malfoy growled, glowering down at her.

Hermione met his gaze and held it with her own fiery one. "Ass."

Malfoy pinched her nipple hard enough to make her emit a small cry. Pleased with her reaction he adopted a smug look on his face. "My, my Granger, I didn't even know you knew a dirty word, let alone would say one."

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Malfoy." She retorted.

"But I intend to find out," Malfoy smirked again and his other hand reached back under her dress again.

"Another rule," Hermione quickly said, making Malfoy pause. She gathered her courage and her thoughts to voice her next requirement. "I know you are more… experienced than me-"

"That's an understatement-"

"So if I tell you to stop or slow down-"

Malfoy pulled back. "Do you really think I wouldn't?" He sounded almost surprised.

"I mean… I don't know," Hermione felt the creep of embarrassment edge into her.

"Granger," Malfoy stated as if this was obvious. "You'll come to learn what I like. I might tie you to the bed," Hermione stopped breathing. "But you'll always have an out, if you want it."

She wondered if he could hear her furious heartbeat because it was rushing through her ears like a herd of Hippogriffs right now. "Okay," was all she mumbled.

"Any other rules?" Malfoy drawled, sounding bored at the prospect.

"What exactly did you mean I'll come to learn what you like?" She asked carefully.

"Don't worry," Malfoy took a step closer to her. "I'll show you."

"What if I don't like what you like?" Her voice barely above a whisper.

"You will," Malfoy said huskily as he lowered his head down towards hers. "Trust me."

"I could never trust you." Hermione whispered as his lips hovered above hers.

Malfoy raised one eyebrow. "Smart. Even for a-"

"I told you not to call me-"

His mouth latched onto hers, silencing her protests. She couldn't deny the feeling of elation that rose up in her as his lips moved over hers once more, claiming them for his own. If what he liked was anything like the way he kissed, she knew he was right, she would like it.

Hermione pulled on the collar of his robes, bringing him closer to her again as she felt herself melt against him. Malfoy grabbed her under her backside and lifted her up easily, keeping his lips on her as he moved the pair of them over to a desk, setting her down on it with surprising gentleness.

His hands moved to her legs, prying them open and wedging himself inside until she could feel the hard length of him pressed against her. Hermione fought against the pooling sensation of warmth that slid down her spine and settled in between her legs, but it was no use. Malfoy replaced his groin with his hand and quickly pulled at the skirts of her dress.

His lips didn't miss a beat as he hands worked on her body. He nipped at her lower lip harder and harder until Hermione worried it would bruise and lifted her chin up to gasp for air. Malfoy dropped his mouth to her neck once more as he wrapped his arm around her, spreading his hand over her back and holding her up against him. She was glad of this because she wasn't sure she would be able to hold herself upright on desk while his lips latched onto a sensitive spot at the base of her neck and his hand cupped her center, firmly pressing his palm against her.

Hermione couldn't stop the small sound of pleasure that escaped past her lips. The emission of it seemed to drive Malfoy on and he lightly ran his fingers over her center, making Hermione shake slightly as she reached up and held onto his shoulders.

"Malfoy, I meant what I said about tonight," Hermione felt compelled to restate her intentions, although her body begged her not to make him stop.

"I heard you," Malfoy murmured into her ear. "But you'll like this," His lips grazed the shell of her ear and she didn't have it in her to push his hand away.

Hermione tightened her hold on his shoulders and Malfoy hooked his fingers into her knickers and slowly pulled them to her knees. He brushed his fingers over her inner thigh on his way back up. Softly he ran the pads of his fingers over her fold and Hermione's hands shook upon him.

"You like that?" Malfoy said huskily. "Like how I make you feel?" Hermione bit her lip and allowed her lids to begin to close when his hand pulled a fist full of her hair again. "When I ask you a question," Malfoy said with a bit of a growl in his deep voice. "You answer."

Her tawny eyes opened instantly and locked onto his misty grey ones. Malfoy's face was set sternly and although there were dark circles under his eyes he still had an air of authority around him. "Yes." She breathed out.

Malfoy's finger slipped inside her fold and Hermione gasped as a crooked smile crept onto Malfoy's features. She had never been touched like this before and only had allowed her own hand to drift between her legs a few times before this. His finger found a sensitive spot near the top and his smile widened as he brushed over it.

"Oh…" Hermione gasped and her mouth opened in a small O. He swirled his finger over it a few times, testing and teasing her. Hermione's muscles tightened in her lower stomach and her hips jerked forward as if trying to entice his touch.

"Fucking Hell, you're soaked," Malfoy murmured against her lips before pressing his mouth back on hers, synchronizing flicks of his tongue with the movement of his finger over her spot. Hermione felt each pass with a jolt of arousal that shot up her spine and into her head, clouding everything else from her mind but the feeling of Malfoy's hand and mouth on her.

He switched his finger for his thumb and Hermione let out another small noise as she felt him slide his finger lower and tease another sensitive spot of her center. He pushed on her lower back with his other hand, shifting her slightly on the desk and then she felt his finger slide inside of her.

"Malfoy!" Hermione gasped.

His response was a low chuckle. "Just wait." He smirked and worked his finger in and out of her slowly as he moved his thumb lazily over her. Hermione swallowed and looked up to see him watching her from hooded eyes. After a few moments, he slid a second finger in her and Hermione exhaled a shaky sigh.

He moved in her with a practiced pattern and speed, but adapted as her hips would give a twitch or her breath would catch in her throat. She recognized the look on his face as the same one she had seen in the Great Hall; he was studying her, learning what she liked and responding to it.

Her nails dug into him and she knew he would feel the pinch of them even through his robes. Her whole body was buzzing and her breathing was becoming labored. Malfoy's movements quickened and Hermione found her hips beginning to move along with them, increasing the thrums of pleasure running through her.

She bit her lip as the feeling inside her escalated, rising up in her until she didn't feel like she could control her own body anymore. Hermione leaned her head back, exposing her neck and letting her curls fall back over her shoulders.

"Look at me." Malfoy ordered.

Hermione pulled her head back up, feeling a rush pass through it as she did to find Malfoy's storm grey eyes locked onto her face. "Keep your eyes on me, Granger." He said in a low voice.

She felt her body starting to tremble as Malfoy curled his fingers inside her, moving them as he pulled and pushed them in and out of her. She couldn't hold back the moan or the tremors as pleasure roared from deep inside her, taking over her body, her nerves, her blood for a few long moments. She kept her eyes on Malfoy as best as she could, but her lids drifted low over her eyes and her vision waivered in and out of focus, making him blurry before he came back into sharp relief.

Her heart was still pounding as he crashed his lips onto hers again, stifling the breath she was trying to gulp down and replacing it with only him. Her hands moved up over the back of his neck and her fingers wound themselves in his pale blonde hair. He pulled his hand away from her and Hermione gave a small gasp at the sensation of his fingers sliding from her.

Malfoy leaned back his usual smug expression drifting back onto his face. "I told you you'd like that."

She felt as if she was in shock. Her ears were ringing slightly and she looked away from Malfoy as quickly as she could. Hermione began to pull her knickers back up but was stopped when Malfoy's hand landed on them. She glanced back up at him, a little nervous. Somehow, the dynamic between them seemed to have shifted in the past half hour.

"What's your rush?" He purred.

Hermione yanked her knickers the rest of the way up and slid off the desk to find her legs unstable underneath her. Malfoy reached out and steadied her, holding her up in his arms as easily as if she were made of parchment.

"I should get back." She muttered and tucked a loose curl behind her ear.

"Why? Afraid McLaggen will miss you?" Malfoy said dismissively.

"Not likely," Hermione muttered. "Hopefully my running out on him tonight was a hint that I'm not interested. Although, he is rather thick."

Malfoy let out a laugh. Hermione paused and glanced up at him. She had heard him laugh many times, but never quite like that.

"Funny," He mused.

"Thanks," Hermione said unsure if that was a proper response or not. The feeling returned to her legs and she tested them out with a small step. Malfoy let his hands drop from her.

Hermione shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to return the favor or not or what exactly Malfoy expected after that.

"Granger," He said in a patronizing tone. "Why are you acting like a Bowtruckle on a windy day?"

"I… I just…" Hermione stumbled over her words.

"I'm not going to throw you down and ravage you so you can calm down now." Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Tonight was… fun."

"Fun?"

"Fun." He stated simply.

"So… you don't want me to…" Hermione trailed off.

"There are many things I want you to do," Malfoy said slyly. "And when we get back from break I'll tell you exactly what they are," Malfoy leaned in to her, "One by one."

She was a little shocked at his willingness to wait weeks until they saw each other again, but she figured there were some things she would never understand about Draco Malfoy and right now, she had enough to puzzle through without trying to decode his hidden agenda.

"Have a good break, Granger." Malfoy reached out and twirled one of her curls around his finger again. "And you have my permission to think of me if you get lonely."

Hermione pulled back, slightly offended at his crudeness. Malfoy merely laughed at her expression. "I'll uh," He patted the bulge in the front of his trousers. "Be thinking of you too." He said with a cheeky wink.

Hermione took a few steps towards the door then turned and glanced over her shoulder. Malfoy was leaning back against the desk she had just been sitting on with his hands resting on both sides and a look of amusement on his features.

"Maybe I got what I needed. Maybe I won't be back to you after break." She said, wanting to wipe that look off his face.

Malfoy lifted his hand up and popped one of his fingers into his mouth, pulling it out slowly. "I've got you now, Granger, don't you worry about that." He said in a voice so low she barely heard it.

Hermione wrenched the door open and slammed it behind her, leaning against it until her heart stopped hammering in her chest. She felt reckless and out of control and the feeling scared her. But what scared her the most was that Malfoy was completely and entirely right.


A/N: Sooo sorry it took me so long to update but hopefully this chapter was worth the wait? There will be more coming and soon! I was travelling for two weeks and also my insomnia decided to kick in so I was basically wandering around in a half conscious state for a while and wasn't writing.

I thought this was going to be pretty lemony, but I actually have some decent ideas as to where I could take this. Don't worry, there will be plenty of smutty goodness for you all, but I threw in a couple tidbits that might come back around a little later on in this chapter.

Review and let me know what you think!