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Chapter Ninteen

Draco's Point of View

"More!" Hermione whimpered as I groped her breasts through the bra. "More, please!"

"What do you want me to do, Granger?" I whispered huskily before sweeping my tounge around my ear. "Tell me what you want."

"I want your fucking hands on my skin, Malfoy!" She hollered. Mmm, so she was a loud and dirty one.

"Sounds reasonable." I laughed and unclasped her ruby red bra. I'd mastered that skill long ago.

"Fuck!" She bellowed once my lips met the creamy skin of her breast.

She began to grind her hips into mine, causing a groan of my own to sound.

Then I realized it.

She wanted in my pants and I couldn't let her get there.

This wasn't special enough.

"Granger, stop." I told her sternly and pushed her back against the bed. "We can't do this right now."

She looked at me, disappointment written along her face. Then she looked...embarrased.

"You don't want me?" She asked timidly. "You don't want me like that?"

I was shocked by her accussation.

"Granger, yes I want you like that, but we can't have our first time together be like this. We can't just have a fuck now because I want it to be special. Wouldn't that be nice?"

She searched my features before agreeing.

I smiled crookedly as I wrapped my arms around her and held her to my body. She was still shirtless, but I wasn't thinking of her like that right now. She needed to be cared for. She needed the sensitive side of Draco Malfoy... NOT the horny Draco Malfoy.

"Let's get a shirt on you and then we can go for a walk. Sound good?" I asked her softly as I tucked some of her curly hair behind her ear.

She kissed me lightly on the lips, a very intimate exchange.

We were getting closer.

And I don't quite know if that's good or not.

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The Halloween feast was in two days time.

I had to say that I was actually quite excited for it this year. The seventh years all got to have a Halloween Ball/Party thing that us Heads were in charge of. Granger and I had been designing decorations, choosing the menus, and had assigned the rest of the dull jobs to the Prefects.

Currently, it's dinner time.

Hermione decided that we sit at the Slytherin table, instead of our usual spot with Potter and the Gang.

I'm pretty sure Blaise loved her descision.

He had grown quite fond of her over these past weeks. He enjoyed her sarcastic sense of humor and her remarks that made us laugh.

He kissed her cheek as she arrived. It was a new thing that he did whenever he was in her presense. It made him and her both laugh and I think Hermione could see how jealous it made me, because she'd always give me a chaste kiss straight afterwards.

"Excuse me, students!" Headmistress McGonagall croaked in her raspy voice. "I have some news to annouce."

"As always," Blaise sighed as he slumped in his seat.

"As all six and seventh years know, we're having a Halloween Ball in two days time." She continued. "Our staff has decided that we should have A King and Queen for each ball hosted this year."

A murmur errupted through the Great Hall.

"It will be a students' vote. Everyone is allowed to vote, but only once. The ballads have already been set up in each of your common rooms. The ballad knows exactly who you wish the King and Queen to be, so you cannot be pressured into choosing a certain person. Oh, the Queen must be a girl! I do not want you all to think you're oh so funny and choose a boy for this canidate." Her eyes narrowed as she looked towards the Slytherin table.

"That will be all. Heads and Prefects, you have a meeting tonight. It will be here at 7 o'clock. You may eat."

She sat back down in her chair just as the Hall irrupted into rowdy chatter.

"I'm going to win!" Pansy boasted. "I already know it! I'm the prettiest person in this entire place!"

Hermione let out a snort, causing Pansy to whip her head toward us. Hermione smiled at her innocently.

"What," She sneered. "Do you have something to say, Mudblood?"

How dare she! I reached down, but Hermione's hand caught mine and she held it in hers.

Hermione's smile didn't damper as she stared at Pansy scrunched up, Pugg-like face.

"Oh yes, I do actually." She replied politely. "I just don't think you're pretty at all. I think there are a lot of girls and maybe even guys who are much prettier than you. That's all."

Pansy glared at Hermione and pulled out her wand.

"Miss Parkinson!" McGonagall's voice boomed through the Great Hall. Everyone turned to Pansy. "What in the world do you think you're doing?"

"Granger provoked me, Headmistress!" She accused.

"No she didn't!" Blaise, Daphne, several sixth years, and a few fifth years told her. Of course, we were lying, but most of us liked a Gryfinndor more than we liked Pansy. Esspecially Blaise and me.

"Miss Parkinson, head straight to my office, right now! You know we do not battle here in anyplace other than a supervised classroom!"

Hermione laughed quietly along with the rest of the Great Hall as the pair left.

We all ate and talked amoungst ourselves.

"Who do you think is going to win?" Hermione asked us. That's when the rest of the Slytherins joined into our conversation.

"You and Draco, of course!" Daphne Greengrass smiled at us. "You two are the "it" couple these days!"

Blaise was staring at her. He'd always had a thing for her, but he thought I was banging her so he didn't bother. I have never screwed Daphne, just to make that clear! The day that happens I will kill myself.

Don't get me wrong, she's beautiful, but she's more of a sister type than a hook-up type.

Hermione's cheeks were a hue of pink as she looked down at her plate of food.

I looked at her and lifted her chin.

"You don't want to win, Miss Granger?"

"I don't like these ball things very much." She sighed. "The last time I went to one, Viktor got a little to touchy, feely for me and I fought with the boys."

I knew she ment The Weasel and Potter when she said "the boys". It was just a habit of hers that she just couldn't get over.

"The only one who'll get touchy, feely with you this Ball is me and I don't think you'll be apposed to that, will you?"

She grinned, "I am most definetly okay with that!"

She gave me a quick peck and returned her attention to Daphne.

But Daphne and Blaise were engrossed in conversation of their own.

Their hands were just centimeters from each other and they seemed to be lost in their own world.

"Is that what we look like when we talk together?" I asked curiously and slightly gaggy (yes, I said gaggy).

She shrugged, "Probably, but I think our faces are a lot closer together, because most of our talks end in kissing."

I chuckled and wrapped my arm around her waist.

"That just the way I like it."

I kissed her right then to prove my point.

Well there you have it! It's not as long as I hoped, but it's descent. Ohhh and things didn't get too heated up in the beggining.

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