An Honest Face – Chapter Six

Disclaimer: Nope, it still isn't mine, and I can't honestly say "I was off trying to acquire the copyrights to Harry Potter" to explain my horrifically long absence from writing this fic, either. Sorry. Anyway, read on as things hot up...

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Hermione rushed across the room and into the ingredients cupboard as fast as her legs could carry her. She got some slightly odd looks from the group of people just leaving it, but she decided she didn't really care. Let them think she was in a crazed rush to redeem her flawless reputation in Potions or something – all she really wanted to do was escape from Malfoy and figure out what to do about the way she was feeling at the moment.

Mercifully, the ingredients cupboard was deserted. She walked further in and leaned against one of the many shelves lining the walls, feeling cool jars of Merlin-knew-what pressing into her back. She closed her eyes and tried to make sense of this agonising lust burning throughout her body; how had it happened? She'd never been this aroused before in her life, not even in one of her more intense make-out sessions with Ron. It's freaking me out and it has to stop! she thought.

It was like every nerve in her body had kicked into overdrive – she could feel every wrinkle of clothing against her skin, and whenever she moved, even breathed, the friction of the fabric on her oversensitive body almost made her knees buckle. Her bra grated cruelly over her pebbled nipples, sending pangs down to other places also being tortured by her clothing. Just the sensation of her underpants against her skin was making her wet, her heart was pounding and she was panting audibly.

I don't know how it happened, but how am I supposed to stop this? she thought to herself. Short of taking all my clothes off...

Suddenly, she heard the door opening. Her eyes snapped open and she whirled around to face the shelf, pretending to be busy gathering ingredients. Footsteps approached and the door fell shut in the background. Hermione wanted desperately to know who was in there with her, but she didn't dare to turn around in case it was –

"Enjoying yourself, Granger?"

Fuck. Still facing the shelf, she said, "Not particularly. Why're you here? I'm perfectly capable of gathering the ingredients by myself." She tried to calm her breathing. Could this room get any hotter?

Then Malfoy spoke, so close she felt his breath warm on the back of her neck. "Are you really? You haven't so much as glanced at the list of ingredients..."

She couldn't help but sway slightly on the spot as he spoke, his words hot against her already flaming skin. Yes. Yes, the room could indeed get a lot hotter. It just did.

Hermione tried desperately to keep her breathing under control as he continued, "...leading me to believe you have different motives in coming here..."

What? Hermione spun around, intending to angrily demand he explain his motives in following her here, but the words stuck in her throat.

He was so close. He was standing just centimetres away from her, and she wondered whether he had always been this tall, this muscular, this masculine... this absolutely fucking sexy. There were several moments silence between them as Hermione's eyes raked him over, disbelieving and so, so wanting. His mouth curled into a smirk and then Hermione just couldn't control herself any longer.

She threw herself at him.

Her mouth came down on his, hard, and her world went up in flames. Her whole body burned with lust as her hands knotted in his hair to pull him closer, and he was far from objecting. She felt him push her back up against the shelves as she wrapped one leg around him; this was still torture, but it was bliss – she could feel every single place where they were pressed against each other, and it felt so damn good having his hands run over her skin...

He was tugging at her blouse, undoing the buttons much too slowly, so she took her hands from his hair and simply tore the garment off. Now she was wearing only her underpants, skirt and plain black bra – while wrapped around one (still fully clothed, dammit!) Draco Malfoy. The realisation only served to turn her on even more and her hands became enmeshed in his hair again as she returned her mouth feverishly to his.

Somewhere, far, far away, in the deep recesses of her mind, the old, sane Hermione was screaming – screaming at whoever this hormone-fuelled female that had replaced her was to bloody well stop snogging Malfoy! Well, wherever the old, sane Hermione was screaming from, it was too far away for the new Hermione to hear her.

The new Hermione was getting impatient. She was burning up with lust and her body was screaming for more, more, more. She moved her hips and ground against the Slytherin, feeling the evidence of his desire between her legs. He let out a hiss against her mouth as his hands went up to cup her breasts and knead them lightly through her bra. She captured his mouth and their tongues battled for dominance again until they had to break apart to gasp for air.

Malfoy's mouth strayed downwards, nibbling her earlobe, nipping at her neck, sucking on her skin when he came to the line of her bra. Hermione gasped softly, letting her head fall back on her shoulders and closing her eyes for a moment.

He ground his erection against her and her eyes shot wide open as she ground back. She almost cried out when he backed off a bit but it was only to remove his own shirt. She leaned against the shelf for support, gasping and quivering, as he swiftly undid his buttons with the practiced movements of someone used to these types of encounters.

That thought might have bothered Hermione if it weren't for the fact that her mind was otherwise occupied at that moment – filled with blazing desire as she ran her hands over every part of Malfoy's bare skin that she could reach while he did his best to fairly snog her senseless. He was lean, toned and hard; this, combined with the lust spell, was making her giddy.

With all that head-spin-inducing male-ness pressed up against her, it was a wonder she managed to move at all, but somehow she got her hands to move downwards and started fumbling ineptly with the clasp of his belt. I want more! thought the new Hermione as the old Hermione mentally screamed, No!

The door of the store cupboard chose that moment to open, and they both pulled apart to look up at the intruder.

"Draco—? Oh."

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Author's note: Who's walked in on them? You tell me! (That means reviewing, folks – go on, you know you want to! Make my day!)

I want to offer my sincerest apologies to everyone who's been following this story and who's had to wait such an abysmally long time for this chapter. I've just been so busy with working I haven't been able to dedicate any reasonable amounts of time to writing – but now I've got some holidays, so I should be getting more done, hopefully. Thanks to everyone for sticking with me! :D