'Not until I'm finished…'

'I. Hate. You.' He whispered, injecting all of his hate for mudbloods, all of his hate for Hermione into his words. Except, it wasn't hate he was feeling. The two were old friends and Malfoy was unfamiliar with the feeling that was engulfing his chest…making it hard for him to breath, hard for him to think of anything but HER.

Before he knew what was happening, he felt his lips cover Hermiones…felt her stiffen in his arms. He kissed her harder. The girl in his arms was unyielding.

Well, that should get her out of my head, he thought. It's like kissing a block of wood!

Just as he was about to pull away, he felt something at the back of his neck. He concentrated on it for a moment then realised what it was. Hermione had brought her hand up to his neck and her fingers were playing with the bottom of his hair. He pulled back slowly and looked down at the girl he had a grip on. She looked back up at him with a defiant stare; taking her hand away from him and setting it back down by her side.

Draco made a move as if to kiss her again and was surprised when she didn't jerk away. He felt as if time had slowed down. He slowly took her hand in his and placed it back where it had been. Hermione inhaled and Draco felt as if he had been draw in with her intake of breath. He was suddenly kissing her again and this time it was no block of wood he held in his arms. He lips were soft and giving, her hands wondered up and down his back making him shiver. His own hands were still griping her arms like a vice. He didn't know whether he could trust himself not to do something he'd regret. Something he'd regret even more than what he was already doing that is. He tightened his hands even more and found that they were now around her waist. He didn't remember moving them, but he liked where they had ended up. She had taken off her school robes and was now only wearing her skirt and shirt. He was pulling the bland piece of clothing out of her waistband before he had even finished realising what she was wearing.

Something's wrong, he thought hazily, something even more wrong then us kissing…

This thought was swept from his mind when his hands came into contact with bare skin. Al he could think about was how soft she was. Slim without being skinny. He traced the curve from her ribs to her hip and she let out a sigh, arching into him. His mind was whirling. Every time he thought about pulling away he found himself kissing her harder, moving his hand further under her shirt, pressing them closer together. He didn't under stand what was happening but for the first time since he had started thinking about her other than to hate her, he didn't care. He felt good, content and was enjoying himself more than he would have imagined possible.

Sighing, he slowed the kiss so he could bring his heartbeat under control. He moved away from her mouth and kissed a hot trail along her jaw to the back of hear. Pausing, he inhaled her scent. She smelled like strawberries, but underneath that she smelled like a fresh cook breeze.

'You always smell so good Rissa.' He breathed into her hair.

The next thing he knew he was on his backside trying to keep his towel from slipping and giving her an eyeful.

'Rissa! RISSA!?' Hermione screeched. 'I knew you were playing with me! I just knew it! What is your problem Malfoy?!'

Draco stared up at her and shook his head. He didn't know what his problem was, except for the fact that although she was seething mad with him all he could think about was how good she smelled…how good she tasted.

Struggling to get up and maintain his dignity, he sat on the side of the bath. When he looked back up, he found Hermione glaring at him.

That's a look worthy of my mother, he thought absently.

'Draco Malfoy,' Hermione began in a small voice full of loathing, 'If you ever touch me again, so help me Dumbledore himself won't be able to undo what I'll do to you.' With that, she walked out of the bathroom.

Looking after her, Draco realised something. He believed her.

-0-

Hermione sat on her bed and looked at herself in her mirror. Her hair was an unruly mess, her face was flushed and her lips were swollen and red. I need to brush my teeth, she thought. Her hand was a few millimetres away from the door handle to the bathroom before she stopped herself.

'Malfoy's in there,' she scolded herself. Abruptly she wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her shirt. Looking down at herself she began to go red. Her shirt had been pulled out of her skirt and was showing obvious signs of manhandling. She tore the sullied piece of clothing off her. A button landed at her feet. She bent down to pick it up. Her next though was: "why is my face wet?'

She was sitting against the door to the bathroom, knees pulled up to her chest.

Oh, I'm crying, she thought emptily. Why am I crying because of that worthless toad?

Pulling her legs closer to her chest she began to cry harder. That was the question, wasn't it?

-0-

Draco remained sitting on the bath for some time trying to figure out what was happening to him. Not only did he kiss Granger, he called her by another girl's name. He had sat around the fire in the Dungeon telling stories to the males in his class of how he had kissed so many girls that he got them mixed up and even called them the wrong name…but it was all lies. The Womaniser Malfoy had only ever kisses 3 girls in his life and none of them went to Hogwarts. And none of them were called Rissa.

He realised that not only was he getting a very bad headache, but that he had been sitting in the bathroom for a long time. He was freezing. Slowly, he stood up and went into his bedroom. He threw the towel into the corner of the room and slipped on a pair of boxers. Black of course. He had to look around for a minute or so before he found his dressing gown right under his nose. His mind was all over the place. He couldn't focus on anyone thing unless it was Granger.

'Right', he said to the room, 'I'm going to sort this out once and for all. She's probably slipped me a love potion or something. Yeah, that's it. The dirty Mudblood.'

Even as he said it, he knew it wasn't true.

Turning towards the bathroom he narrowed his eyes.

'You won't do it again Granger.'

He stormed through the bathroom and stopped outside of her door. He couldn't hear anything on the other side. She's probably brewing up another potion, he thought weakly. He opened the door, took a step into her room, and ended up on his face. Scrambling to his feet, he spun around, wand at the ready.

Hermione lay at his feet. She seemed to be deeply asleep. His thoughts were confirmed when he saw her tear-stained face. There's nothing like a good, hard cry to send you to sleep for the night. Not that it's ever happened to me, he thought, quickly burying childhood memories. Some things were best left hidden, forgotten. He put his wand away and looked at the girl at his feet. She had taken off her shirt and was now only in her skirt, socks and a plain white bra.

'Can't even undress yourself properly' he said, trying to be condescending but only managing tired.

Bending down, he lifted her into his arms. As had happened the day when he carried her to Snape's office, she turned into him and snuggled into his chest. He walked slowly and carefully over to her bed and pulled back the covers as best as he could. He laid her gently onto the red sheets and tried to pull back. Hermione's hands gripped his robe in a white knuckled grasp. He reached down, unclenched her fists and pulled the covers up around her. He gazed down upon her for a few minutes but to him it seemed like a lifetime. He took in her hair, curling around her head and spilling out onto her pillow. Her small nose that he had chided on the way back to Hogwarts but that he actually found extremely cute. His gaze found her lips, still plump and full of colour. He touched his own lips, remembering how they had felt against her mouth, her neck. Her eyes flutter, bringing his attention to her dark rimmed lashes, still wet with tears.

He reached out and touched her cheek. It was the lightest of touches, a butterfly touch yet she felt it in her sleep and nuzzled into his hand.

Abruptly, he took his hand back and left the room.

Closing his door, he leaned up against the solid wood and took a deep breath.

He looked up and caught sight of himself in the mirror.

'This has got to stop.' He told his reflection sighing.

His reflection looked back at him, smiled cruelly and in a voice the Draco didn't recognise replied:

'Not until I'm finished dear boy.'

A/N: How do you like that ending? Please review and let me know what you think. Did you like it? Hate it? I'm not the best at writing romance so this chapter was UBER hard for me. Let me know what kind job I did eh? ;o)