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Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot-blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you, you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight

-Uninvited by Alanis Morissette

Draco walked into his common room to see Blaise and Hermione on the couch, engrossed in their potions homework. Two months had passed since they had first gotten together and Draco was finally accepting it all; he didn't like it, but he excepted it. He was now used to Hermione joining in on some of their conversations as he, Blaise and Theo lounged around in their common room while she was usually in the corner doing her homework. After that night when Hermione had scolded him for being a messy roommate and he had finally come to terms with the fact that he had more than just a little crush on the spitfire, Hermione had come back to a spotlessly clean common room. She took it as a subtle peace offering, and the two begun to tolerate each other on a more peaceful level. As envious as Draco was of Baise's relationship with the Head Girl, he was still sticking to his thoughts that she was way out of his league and it was best for all involved if he just stayed away from her. Lately, however, that had begun to be a lot easier said than done as Hermione had apparently been given a huge confidence boost since beginning her fling with his best friend. She had begun strutting around in tighter shirts, shorter skirts, and she hardly ever wore her robes outside of classes anymore. It was a very subtle change, but to people like Draco and his two best friends, who already had their eyes on her, it was not-so-subtle. Hermione had always been a beautiful girl, but the new changes and her sudden confidence had made Draco painfully aware of the fact.

Currently, Hermione had her legs stretched out across Blaise's lap as he read from their potions book and she diligently copied things down on a piece of parchment. Draco's eyes ran from the tips of her pink painted toenails, up her smooth, long, tan legs, and stopped where her skirt met the middle of her thighs. Draco couldn't help all of the uninvited thoughts of the Head Girl and her legs as they bombarded his brain. The clearing of a throat brought Draco out of his fantasies and he looked up to see Blaise smirking at him.

Draco glared at Blaise and he grinned, "What's on your mind, mate?"

The sudden lack of quiet brought Hermione out of her homework zone and she looked up just as Draco growled, "Nothing."

Blaise chuckled, but decided to let it go for now, "Where's Theo?"

Draco let out a dramatic sigh and dumped his stuff on the coffee table and plopped into the closest chair, "I left him in the library to put the moves on a 5th year from Hufflepuff."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "I wonder if he ever gets tired of being a man whore."

Blaise smiled, "I severely doubt it."

Hermione set her parchment aside and stood up to stretch out all the kinks and Draco's eyes were once again glued to Hermione as her stretching caused her shirt to ride up just enough to expose the tiniest bit of her stomach and Draco groaned quietly.

Oblivious to it all, Hermione looked at her watch and smiled, "I'm going to go to the Gryffindor common room for a while before dinner; I'll see you guys later."

She flounced out the door and Draco shoved his bag onto the floor, "What in the bloody hell is wrong with me; I'm acting like a bloody 13 year old!"

Blaise smirked, "She has that effect, mate. C'mon; let's go rescue that poor Hufflepuff from Theo."

Hermione pulled her robes over her head and dumped them onto the couch and set her wand on the table. After dinner, she had been set to patrol, but was asked to switch days with a 5th year that had gotten detention on their night. She was heading to her room when she saw that the door to Draco's room was open. She peeked inside his room to see if he was there and a flash of long blonde hair caught her eye as she was turning back towards the common room. She looked closer and saw a framed picture on Draco's desk. She walked up to the desk and picked up the picture and saw that it was Draco holding a little girl who looked to be about five. She had long, curly hair the exact shade as Draco's and she was grinning like a fool at Draco as she was trying to tickle him. He'd play along for a moment before he'd attack her ribs with his fingers, causing her to giggle. Never in her life had Hermione seen Draco Malfoy looking so happy; he had a genuine smile on his face, and that was very rare.

Ever since Hermione had started seeing Blaise two months ago, Draco and Theo had become a part of her life just as much as Harry, Ron, Ginny and the rest of her friends were. Theo never missed an opportunity to flirt with her, but there was also a sweet side of him that she never thought she'd see in a Slytherin; he had actually become a pretty good friend. Draco, however, was a whole other story. They had formed a silent truce and things had become much more comfortable and easy going than they had been at the beginning of the year, but Hermione could still feel the heated looks that Draco gave her when he thought that she wasn't paying attention. Hermione loved they way things were with her and Blaise, but she couldn't help but wonder how things might be with Draco. Blaise was sweet, gentle and kind when it came to Hermione, but she had a strong feeling that Draco would be anything but. She was almost certain that things with Draco would be incredibly intense, and a part of her really wanted to find out.

She couldn't seem to get these completely uninvited thoughts of the Head Boy out of her mind, and it was really starting to take its toll on her sanity.

She was absently running her finger over the picture she was holding and she didn't hear Draco come into the room.

"Aren't you supposed to be patrolling?"

Hermione jumped at the sound of his voice and almost dropped the picture. She carefully put it back on the desk and looked over at Draco and suddenly felt very hot when she saw him standing in his doorway in nothing but a towel. His hair was still wet and she could see little water droplets on his skin. She couldn't help but compare his body to Blaise's as she couldn't take her eyes off him. He was a bit more broad around the shoulders than Blaise was and just a bit more toned; she figured it was because he was the captain of his Quidditch team and probably spent more time on the field than his teammates. The dark green towel was hanging dangerously low on his hips and before she could stop herself, she though about how easily she would be able to yank the towel off him. Living in such close proximity to Draco for the last few weeks had Hermione fantasizing more and more about him and it was starting to take its toll on her sanity.

Draco quirked an eyebrow at Hermione's blatant staring,"Alright there, Princess?"

Hermione jumped again and looked up and blushed at being caught checking him out. She looked from him to the picture and back to him again, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to invade your space; your door was open and this picture caught my attention. Is that your sister?"

Draco looked at the picture and nodded.

"I didn't know you had a sister."

"Not many people do; it's safer for her that way."

Hermione gave him a sad smile, "Yeah, I can imagine; I won't tell anyone. What's her name?"

"Isabelle; she's the only good thing that ever came from my parents getting together."

"Don't say that, Draco; you aren't a bad person."

Dangerous things happened to him when he heard his given name coming from her lips.

Hermione smiled at the happy people in the picture, "She looks just like you."

Draco walked over and picked up the picture, studying it for a moment, "You think so?"

"Yeah, she's beautiful."

Draco looked at her, "Are you saying that I'm beautiful?"

Hermione blushed again and Draco smirked, "Well, you said that my sister looks just like me, and from the way you were just checking me out..."

Hermione tried to come up with a witty response, but she knew it was no use. She sighed and looked up into his eyes, "I'm not blind, Draco."

Draco's smirked vanished, "Why do you call me that?"

Hermione cocked her head to the side, "That's your name, isn't it?"

"You've called me 'Malfoy' since we were kids."

Hermione couldn't help but study him again, "Well, we aren't kids anymore."

Draco saw the unmistakable lust in her eyes, "No, we're not."

Hermione looked into his eyes and saw a look that matched what he saw in hers, "I should go; I've got tons of homework."

"Aren't you supposed to be patrolling?" Draco asked again.

"One of the fifth years got detention on their night, so I told them I'd switch shifts with them."

"Oh." Was all Draco said.

Hermione knew that she should leave, but she couldn't seem to make her feet work. Later that night, she would wonder what on Earth had possessed her to do what she was about to do. She slowly reached out and traced the definition in Draco's abs; he really was magnificent. She heard him give a sharp intake of breath as her fingers glided across his skin with featherlight touches, and he gently grabbed her hand to stop her.

She looked up and gasped as she realized what she was doing, "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have-"

Her words were cut off when he crashed his lips onto hers. All the tension that Draco had been feeling towards her these last few months had finally come to a head, and he threw it all into that kiss. The intensity of the kiss made Hermione's knees go weak and Draco grasped her hips to keep her steady. He slipped a hand under her shirt and Hermione gasped at the feeling of his cool hands on her hot skin. Draco slipped his tongue inside her mouth and Hermione whimpered. Draco's kisses were hot and demanding, completely different from Blaise's soft and gentle kisses. Before Hermione could fully grasp her thoughts of Blaise, Draco ran his hands down her hips and grabbed her ass and lifted her up and against the wall, trapping her with his body. She wrapped her legs around his hips for support and put everything she had into that kiss. She had been right; Draco Malfoy was hot, smoldering, intense heat. Absolutely nothing about this moment was kind and gentle. Hermione ran her nails across Draco's back and he hissed at the pain, but was also immensely enjoying the pleasure that came with it. His mouth left hers and began its assault on her neck and throat. Hermione ran her fingers through his hair and was reveling in the sensations that he was causing.

When Draco's hand found its way under her skirt and brushed across her heat, reality came crashing down on her and all she could see was Blaise. She cared about him so much, and while she wasn't sure what they had, she knew that as long as they were together, she couldn't be doing this with his best friend.

Hermione gently, but forcefully pushed Draco away from her and she dropped back onto the ground. Draco was breathing hard, but he didn't look at all surprised that she had stopped him.

"I'm so sorry, Draco." She cried. "I can't-we can't do this to Blaise. I'm sorry."

Hermione quickly righted her clothes and ran from the room and slammed the door behind her before Draco could say a word.

Draco stared at the door for a few seconds before he grabbed the nearest object and chucked it at the door, "Fuck!"

Draco sat on the edge of his bed and ran his hands through his still damp hair as he thought about the huge cluster fuck that he had just gotten himself into.

Stupidly short, I know.

However, it is pretty much the turning point in the story, so I thought it needed its own chapter.

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