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Night 13

I walk down the hall to the 'spot.' I smirk. Malfoy's already there. I walk up to him and for some reason, he doesn't look too happy.

"Did you hear about Parkinson?" I ask.

He glares down at me. "Yes I did." he growls. "You fucked up the damn plan!"

I raise an eyebrow. "How!" I ask. I thought I did something good for a change!

"Well I was going to seduce Pansy while "you" broke it off with the third year." he yells.

"What's her punishment?"

"She's got detention for two weeks."

Then it hit me. "Oh Merlin. Does Lennon know?" I ask.

"Who?"

"Her third year boyfriend."

"How do you know his name?"

"I found out last night."

He nods.

"Wait if he knows, he won't show up tomorrow." I say. Malfoy nods. "SHIT!" Now what do we do?

"Well I've got a plan." he says, as if he can read my mind. I fold my arms and looks at him, awaiting. "I can always bully the brat to meet me somewhere. I don't show up, but "Pansy" gets out of detention early and goes off on him for getting detention and breaks it off with him."

I raise an eyebrow. "Wow. Your good at last minute ideas." I joke.

"Sod off, Granger."

I sigh and sit down. "Sorry I fucked up your 'master plan.'" I grumble.

Malfoy sits down next to me. "It's ok." he says. He looks over at me. "Just next time, tell me the idea and I'll tell you if it's a good idea or not."

I nod. We sit in silence and it's peaceful. Malfoy yawns and lays his head down on my shoulder. I tense up and I feel my body become heated and aroused. I groan mentally. Does this shit ever change? "W-What are you doing?" I ask, the words quiet and hard to get out without sounding breathless.

"I'm tired and I'm laying my head down. Is that a problem?" he snaps. He wraps an arm around my waist. I gasp. He looks up at me with a face filled with confusion. "What's your problem?"

"Nothing." I squeak out. Calm down, girl. It's just Malfoy. Just mean, rude, stupid Malfoy. So how the bloody hell does he turn me on like no other guy can? I look down at him and I see his blue eyes. They make me shudder. But it's not because I'm disgusted.

Merlin beard. I think I'm attracted to Malfoy.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask.

"Doing what? Resting my head down on your shoulder? I thought I cleared this up?"

"No…" I start. I sigh. He'll make fun of me and I'll be able to live this down. "Nevermind."

He rolls his eyes before closing them. Then I feel his fingers sliding under my shirt. I gasp loudly this time. I look down to see him grinning. The tips begin to tickle the skin before sliding upward. I push him off.

"Arsehole!" I growl.

He begins to snicker. "Come on now, Granger." he says in this sickly sweet tone.

"If you want Parkinson so fucking bad, why do you…" I stop quickly.

Malfoy raises an eyebrow and comes close to me. He hovers my body. It's pretty pathetic that I'm still so short that his upper body can still hover over mine. He looks into my brown eyes. "What were you gonna say…Hermione?" he asks, my name very silky on his lips.

Goosebumps cover my body and my tits begin to harden. My breathing increases. I pull my robe over my chest and fold my arms. I begin to squirm. "Why do you tease me like this?" I ask, softly.

He tilts his head and his lips ghost over mine. "I love seeing you flustered." he whispers, huskily.

His words rip though me and I feel myself grow wet. I lick my lips in anticipation. I want to kiss him but I don't want to cave. This is his decision. He presses his lips against mine. But he doesn't deepen it nor does he stay long. He breaks quickly and pulls away. He licks his own lips. His eyes are glazed and he's panting slightly.

He stands up and sighs. "I have to go. Meet me in the classroom where I gave you the lessons of being Pansy tomorrow." he says quickly. Before I could say a word, he's down the hallway. I raise my eyebrow. Odd.