Chapter 10
Your Father Would Be Proud
Draco watched her walk across the Great Hall with disguised interest. After last night Draco thought he was going crazy. When he closed his eyes he could see her, standing in the kitchen, in just a bra and skirt. His hands were itching to touch her, but he knew he couldn't.
"Draco darling." Purred Pansy, sliding onto the bench next to him.
"We have some time before classes start today. Why don't you come back to my dorm? We could have a little fun."
The wink she gave Draco made his stomach turn. 'How to do this without causing to much trouble.' he thought.
Sighing Draco stood from his seat, he was finished eating anyway.
"Actually Pansy, I have plenty of other things I would rather be doing." Without a second glance he left heading for one of the few places he knew she couldn't go, his Head dorms.
Draco flopped down on the couch, reaching for the book he left on the table. As he finally got comfortably into his book, he heard the dorm door swing closed and a loud crash.
'Please don't let that be Pansy breaking into my dorm.' he thought as he got up to check it out.
'That's no Pansy.'
"Shit! How the hell did that happen?" Hermione exclaimed trying to get back to her feet.
"Looks like Granger has a potty mouth. And surprisingly, a nice arse."
Draco muttered leaning against the wall.
Hermione straightened and smirked.
"Are you going to help me or just stare at my arse?" Sighing, she folded her arms, "And based on the look on your face, you would rather stare at my arse."
Hermione giggled as Draco raised his eyebrow at her. Leaving her books and school things scattered in front of the entrance Hermione sauntered over to him. She grabbed his hands and slid them around her resting them on her bum.
"Imagine how much nicer it feels." Hermione whispered in his ear.
She could hear his breathing now, could feel every muscle tense as she slid her hands up his arms.
"Grab it Draco I know you want to."
Draco's mind was reeling. He wanted so badly to just let go. To give her what she was asking for, but he knew he couldn't. She was a Mudblood. But she felt like any normal Pureblood girl.
"What's the matter Malfoy, too scared?" Hermione teased.
'That's it. I'll show her.' He thought to himself as his hands tightened on her bum and pulled Hermione against him.
'Let's see how far I can go before she freaks out and stops me.'
Hermione gasped as his lips went to her neck and his growing erection was pressed against her lower abdomen. Her hands went to his hair and he growled low in his throat.
"Maybe you aren't so scared after all." She said.
"You thought I would be?" He smirked. "I'm surprised you know how to entice anyone who isn't Pothead or Weasel."
Glaring at him she pulled out of his arms. She walked over to the couch and propped up against the back.
"And what do you know about me?"
"Its not like I need to know anything about you. I mean you're not a pureblood so if you think about it, if you weren't so smart, who would notice you?"
"Is that really what you think of me? I know you are a prick but I had no idea just how bad you really were." Hermione crossed her arms and said, "I guess your father would be proud."
With that she turned and started towards her room. She had no clue Draco was seething and following her.
