Chapter 4 I do, But I don't

Pansy clutched her blouse to her chest and shot Dawn a murderous look.

"Draco," Dawn said with loathing, "I told you I don't want you kissing…filth. If you think I'll kiss you now, you are going to have to shower, brush your teeth, and hmm, yes, I believe a flea dip will be required, too.

Draco almost choked, but was able to contain it. His eyes flickered with amusement as he noted Pansy still sitting in the floor, clutching her blouse to herself.

Draco decided to play along, just to piss Pansy off. He could still taste her slug like tongue.

"But, Muffin, you were not here and the nasty beast seduced me…I was horny."

Dawn stared at him a second as if he had lost his mind, but recovered quickly.

"That's your excuse? You were horny? You know you can find me…I am never too far away," she purred as she crossed the room and went as if to kiss him, but pulled back just before her lips would have touched his. "Ah, I forgot," she said and slapped him hard across the face. "Don't ever cheat on me again!"

He was looking at her with murder in his eyes. She had

STRUCK him! He was now very angry with her and turned to Pansy. "Get out!" he bellowed.

She ran from the room, she could tell he meant it and didn't know what he would do to her – he had never yelled at her like that before.

"You fucking bitch," he said rounding on Dawn, "you hit me – again." He grabbed her shoulders and squeezed them tightly, knowing he was leaving bruises.

For some reason Dawn felt bad about this. She hadn't meant to upset him. "Draco, I was acting, I got carried away." She raised her eyes up to meet his, her apology evident in their green depths.

He stormed from the Slytherin House, but came back about fifteen minutes later. He let the door close quietly

behind him, and crept in to see Dawn sitting on the couch, bent over with her head cradled in her hands, her hair hanging down and obstructing her vision of anything around her.

She felt horrible for hitting him, she had told him the truth she had only been acting. She didn't hear the door to the common room open and Draco enter the room.

He walked over to her, and looked down at her sneering. "I brushed my teeth," he said, "now I expect my kiss."

"What kiss?" she asked raising her head to look up at him, shaking her hair out of her face. Her breath caught in her throat, he had no shirt on. She felt her pulse quicken and wanted to run her fingers all over his naked flesh. She what? She shook her head as if to shake the thoughts away.

"You said you would not kiss me unless I brushed my teeth and showered and I did, so now I want my kiss."

He sat down beside her then reached forward and grabbing her hips, pulled her toward him.

"I was only saying tha-" her words were cut off as her lips were captured by his. His kiss was rough and angry, passionate and hungry as he devoured her lips. He ran his tongue along her lower lip and she opened her mouth allowing him to entrance as he pushed her backward and climbed on top of her. He trailed his kiss from her lips down her throat and she shuddered as the sensations his movement had made swept over her. He pulled back and spread her knees, sliding his torso between them before returning his lips to her throat. He ground his hips into her and pulled her legs further apart around him, the only thing keeping their bodies apart was their clothing and they both knew it. His face was still buried her hair beside her neck, and his lips were still fast at work on her throat as he ground onto her again. Her fingers found their way to his back and she dug them into his shoulders as he pressed himself against her again. A soft moan escaped her lips and her breathing was now very ragged. She wanted him, right there on the couch. She wanted him to fuck her where everyone could see. She didn't care… She just wanted him. Her mind screamed, 'What? No!' She put her hands to his chest and pushed against his chest roughly as she shoved him off of her. "You got your kiss, now go away," she said as she ran up to the dorm, leaving Draco horny, hard, and very confused.

When Dawn reached her bed, she changed quickly and got in it, drawing the curtains and placing a silencing charm and an imperturbable charm on it so no one could disturb her.

She had been jealous. Why? She had liked it – very much when he was on top of her. Why? Ok, so what, she liked it. "Big fucking deal," she muttered, "so I liked it." But why had she stopped him? She didn't have an answer to that, so she rolled over and fell into a fitful sleep.