"I'll make you a deal, Granger," Draco said in a dangerously low voice. "If you can somehow, by the grace of Salazar, make me desire you … even if only for a split second, I'll do what you ask." He told her. "Just remember, there's no going back once the deed is done and that shackle comes off. You belong to me then."
Hermione sunk under the intensity of his gaze. He hated her. No. He loathed her with a passion. How in the world was she supposed to make him desire her? She had zero experience with the opposite sex, save for a few sloppy kisses with Ron, and a fleeting romance with Victor Krum that never extended beyond the groping stage.
"I'm waiting, Granger," He whispered, his voice a low growl.
Hermione's hands trembled as she reached out to touch him, placing her smalls hands flat on his chest, preparing to slide his black robe off his proud, prominent shoulders. When her eye's met his for the briefest of moments, she could see his bored expression and she immediately took a step back from him, unsure of herself, unsure of him as the odds of this happening slid further out of her favor.
Hermione inhaled a shaky breath and tried to think of what to do next. She understood anatomy just fine, she'd read plenty of books on safety and intercourse. However, It was one thing to read a list of facts on a page, and something entirely different to stand before a person and be challenged to make their body respond the way it should.
Perhaps, she was going about the whole situation wrong. Men tended to respond to visual motivation. It was a psychological fact that men responded strongly to nude female bodies, sometimes despite attraction, for the sole purpose of procreation. With a scientific backed plan in mind, she decided to slide the straps of her nightdress off her shoulders, but before she got the chance the wizard before her stopped her in her tracks.
"You're going to have to do better than that, Granger," He said in a dull voice.
Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed, letting her hands fall to her sides. She was growing increasingly frustrated at his lack of cooperation.
"Is this how you seduced the weasel?" He mocked her, turning his head slightly so that his pale blond hair fell across his porcelain face. "All it took was one flash of your tits and he was cumming in his trousers?"
Hermione felt an embarrassing heat flush her face. "That's rich, Malfoy, especially coming from someone who prides himself in charming a whiny pug." She snapped back.
Draco chuckled, darkly, "Better to charm a whiny pug than a dirty mudblood."
Hermione's warm brown eyes turned to molten honey. "I hate you." She hissed. She realized then that he had no real intention of helping her.
Draco smirked.
Hermione's blood was boiling as she gazed up at him. She had had enough of this stupid game. She stood on her tiptoes until her lips were a breath away from his, with the same intensity as a lion before it devoured its prey. "I would rather a clueless weasel touch me than a filthy ferret anyway …" She let the words cut across his face in warm fumes, never once breaking eye contact.
As soon as those words left her lips, Draco's eyes glossed over with a lustful vengeance.
"There's the Granger I remember," He whispered, studying each shade of brown in her eyes, from the dark chocolate abyss to the sparkling topaz.
Hermione steadied her breathing as she held his gaze, pure raw adrenaline pumping through her veins.
"Damn it, Granger," He growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair, and pulling her head back. "Forever's a long time…." He said, almost regretfully, before trailing off and capturing her lips with his own in a harsh, punishing kiss.