Alrighty!!!! Thanks for all the fantastic reviews guys! ^_^ Really does help me stay on track. Now, I've been super nice to you and updated 3 times in a week :P. I don't know if I will be able to keep updating so often, but I will keep updating on a regular basis. Also, I'm thinking about writing another Cardcaptor Sakura fan fic when I'm done this one, for any of you who have read Lost Heart, or just any of you who like Sakura and Syaoran as much as I do :) Anyway, I digress and all you want to do is read my story. (Typical) Just kidding!!!
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The Challenge
Their lips were moving closer. Draco could almost taste Hermione's minty lip balm. They were both holding their breath, terrified yet awestruck with what was happening. It seemed as though time had frozen until – Hermione gave a squeal of pain and jumped back.
"I, uh, I think we've done enough for now. I have a million pages to read anyway. I guess I'll just leave my notes here. Goodbye Malfoy." Hermione grabbed her things and practically ran from the office before Draco had registered she was leaving.
Draco tentatively reached up to touch his still tingling lip where the shock had hit him. A ridiculous smirk crossed his face. Yes, he had nearly kissed Hermione Granger, the mud blood, but did he even care? As he thought about it he realized that he couldn't answer that question. There was no doubt that she was attractive, but there was something different about her. Draco frowned, trying to figure it out. She was different than the other girls he'd been with but he couldn't put his finger on what it was. But he was a Malfoy, and Malfoy's never give up any challenges that come in their way. Smirking, Draco realized what made her different: she didn't want him. As he strode out of the room, he decided what his next challenge was. He would have Hermione Granger, and she would want him.
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Hermione stood in the bathroom, leaning over the sink, icy water dripping from her face. What was she playing at? She shuddered, thinking about what would have happened had that shock not hit her. Her lips still tingled. She rubbed at them furiously, frowning. There was no way in hell she could let that happen again. Of all the people! She glared at her reflection, as though blaming it for this mess. She knew what she had started. Draco would see this as a challenge. She sighed, dejected. Now what was she supposed to do? Go to Ginny? Hermione laughed bitterly. No, there was no one she could talk to about this. She would need to learn to keep her hormones in check. Tossing the damp paper towel into the bin, Hermione left the bathroom, determination burning in her eyes.
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"Miss Granger, kindly turn your attention to the front."
Hermione snapped her eyes to the stern face of Professor McGonagall. "Sorry, Professor."
"As I was saying..."
But Hermione zoned out yet again. It was either listen to McGonagall and deal with Draco Malfoy whispering in her ear or tune everything out and go to a place where she was happily beating Draco to a bloody mass on the flour. She was lost in her thoughts, but the next thing Draco said totally took her by surprise: "You make me hard, Granger."
She jumped up, punching him in the face and pushing him over. "You sick bastard! Stay away from me!"
The entire room was filled with a deafening silence as every pair of eyes swivelled in their direction. Professor McGonagall looked utterly appalled. Hermione blushed furiously and gathered her things. "Excuse me, Professor." She said, and quickly left. Draco however, proudly regained his composure and took his seat once more.
"Is there a problem, Mr Malfoy?"
"Oh no, Professor. Miscommunication I'm sure." He said, flashing a charming grin towards Harry and Ron, both looking to kill.
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Hermione paced the common room, completely livid. That pervert! How could he say something so... so vile! She threw a ball of parchment into the fire and watched it shrivel into ashes. Honestly, who says that kind of stuff? Hermione blushed as the words echoed in her head; you make me hard, Granger. Disgusting. What a joke. A sick, perverted joke. And to think that she had wanted to kiss him! She shuddered. There was no way, absolutely no way that was going to happen.
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"What happened with Granger?"
Draco glanced towards Blaise Zabini. Who was staring, bemused, at the brilliant black eye forming on Draco's face. He shrugged. "Like I said, miscommunication. I was asking if the course load was too hard for her."
Blaise laughed. "And she thought you said something perverted? Stupid mud blood, as if that would ever happen."
Draco smiled and stood. "True, true Blaise. I've got to run to the library for a book on that essay we're supposed to study."
Blaise stopped laughing. "Oh man, I haven't even read it yet."
"I'd get on that. It's 10 pages."
Blaise groaned. "Alright. I'll see you later."
Draco nodded and left. He knew he'd find her in the library alone. Potter and Weasley wouldn't have the essay yet either.
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It was nearly 10 o'clock but Hermione was still in the library. Seventh years were permitted 24 hour access, providing permission from the headmaster. Madam Pince was not pleased about this, but never the less allowed Hermione to stay. Hermione slowly turned the page of her book and looked up, only find herself face to face with Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy! What are you doing here? I told you to stay away from me." Hermione whispered, shooting daggers at him.
"Ah, well, you see, I need that book you've got. All the others are taken."
"Then I suppose you'll just have to wait until tomorrow."
Draco sat beside her, brushing his hand across hers and grabbing the book from her. "I'm sure we could share."
Hermione didn't say anything. The truth was, she didn't think she could. Her body was covered in goose bumps, the hair on her neck stood up, her heart was beating unbelievably fast. How did he not hear it? Draco leaned close to her to look at her notes, brushing his chest across her shoulder. She shivered as he moved towards her. Draco noticed.
"Cold Granger?" He whispered, his warm breath hitting her cheek.
She made an inaudible sound. I can't move, she thought, but I have too, he's getting closer. She looked at him. Big mistake. His eyes were glued to hers. Draco felt his stomach flutter as she glanced down at his lips and bit her own. God, he really did want her!
A sharp cough behind them tore them apart. Madam Pince stood over them, glaring down. "I believe you should leave."
Draco nodded and grabbed his bag. He turned to Hermione, but she was already gone. "Fuck." He whispered, earning himself a wrap on the ears from the librarian. He quickly dashed out of the library and noticed Hermione's form jogging away.
"Granger!" He called. She didn't stop. "Granger!" He called again, chasing after her, ignored again. Finally he caught up to her and grabbed her arm.
"Fuck off Malfoy!" She said forcefully, tearing away.
Perhaps it was the way she said, or maybe it was just the fact that she had said it, but he was overcome with desire. "Never." He said and he kissed her.
Hermione was so shocked that at first she didn't move. Then, realizing what was happening, she pushed him away forcefully.
"Who's there?"
Hermione froze; Draco smirked. Argus Filch was quickly approaching and the only option was a broom closet half hidden behind a statue. Hermione ducked inside and Draco followed. They stood completely still, hardly daring to breathe as Filch slowly walked passed. It was only when she finally allowed herself to breathe out did she realize how close they were. She could feel his breath on her face, his arms on either side of her and the heat radiating from his body. Something squirmed in her abdomen, something that had never squirmed before. "Malfoy... don't." She whispered, not daring to look at him.
"I can't." He replied. "And you don't want me to."
She tilted her head upwards, looking into his eyes, slowly moving her lips closer. "No," She whispered. "I don't." His lips met hers full force in a furry of frantic desperation. They couldn't breathe, but neither cared as they frantically pulled at each other's hair, tugged at their clothing. Draco moaned as Hermione's hands grazed along his belt. She smiled and gently bit down on his lower lip, causing another moan to escape his lips. "Granger..." He whispered. She pulled away, gazing at his face, trying to read what he was thinking. He hadn't noticed that she had managed to turn them around until then. Hermione seductively gave him one small kiss.
"Goodnight, Malfoy." She whispered in his ear.
And then she was gone, and Draco Malfoy was left standing there, feeling things he should never feel for her and cursing himself for getting into this situation.
I know!!!! Finally! I swear that if I head left you with another cliffhanger you probably would have hunted me down to shoot me. I was actually going to end it where Draco says "Never" and then kisses her, but I would be pulling arrowheads and axes out of my body before I went to class tomorrow morning.
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