Chapter 2

Hermione was feeling completely bored when Draco had approached her earlier, so she was highly praising the lords when he had finally gathered his courage.

And now, she was feeling overpowered. The expression on his face was priceless when she had turned away yet again, leaving him in the lift. Yet she couldn't pinpoint exactly how she knew he was the Draco Malfoy of Malfoy Inc., brushing it off as seeing his photo in the paper, she strode purposefully to her suite.

Just as she was opening her door, she felt his presence behind her. "You ready Mr Malfoy?" she asked.

"You didn't really think I would give up so easily, did you?" Stepping around her and fully into the room, he said "I do love myself a challenge occasionally"

This time Hermione rivalled his smirk, looking fully into his eyes as she locked the door behind her. She noticed the haze of lust and longing, she noticed the appreciation and admiration, but above all else, she noticed his predatory look. And that turned her on immensely.

"You'll have to forgive me Mr Malfoy, but I haven't yet completed my dinner. Would you like something from Room Service?"

For a passing second, he looked almost confused. "To be honest, gathering a bit of energy never harmed anyone" And he began perusing the menu.

They were both silent until they had eaten. Sitting next to, yet not touching, each other, they finished their meals at a leisurely pace. When the desert course finally arrived, Hermione stated "If you wouldn't mind, there are many better ways to enjoy chocolate rather than just licking it off a spoon." Effectively taking the power of the evening back into her hands.

She stood up to go sit on the sofa, inviting him to join her. As they sat on opposite ends, bodies turned towards one another, they just stared, willing the other to make the first move. "You never did tell me how you know my name, Granger."

"Is that a mere observation or question Mr Malfoy?"

"Both, but humour me, how do you know who I am?"

"It's easy to not know who you are. I've been unfortunate enough to read every article, see every picture, and hear every speech of yours."

"If I didn't know better, I would think you had this whole meeting planned so you could know me more personally."

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. You're never going to find out."

This seemed to turn that lust filled gaze into hunger. His whirlpool grey eyes were suddenly shot to the darkest black. His entire demeanour changed. He stood slowly, taking the desert bowl from Hermione's hand he set it on the table.

Kneeling in front of her now, he caressed her cheek, trailing smooth, feather light touches to her neck, stopping just as he reached the collar of her shirt. His other hand was making slow lazy circles on the inside of knee.

Hermione felt as she was faltering. Her bravado wavered as his touch became irresistible. With a sudden boost of courage, she lifted her hand to cup his left cheek, and lowered her lips to his. At just a hairs breadth away, she whispered "The sofa undoubtedly is very comfortable, but I would prefer the bed for the first round."

Chuckling softly, Draco pulled her to him, and fully captured her lips. Hermione let out a small gasp unexpectedly and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Hermione's hands in his hair, his around her waist, they stood up in tandem. Breaking apart, Draco swung Hermione over his shoulder and strode confidently into her bedroom.