Draco's POV

Hermione just walked in, her hair was dry and she was laughing, probably at something that stupid Weasel had said, Malfoy had seen the way he had looked at her when she threatened to take off her top, and he had heard the conversation after that to...even thought it was meant for Harry and Hermione Only. //Pig!// he thought as she takes a seat between the two,//Why the hell doesn't she have any female friends?// he thinks to himself, still staring.

"Draky poo, what are you staring at?" Pansy follows his gaze over to Hermione and sighs, "she is such a bitch." she looks at Malfoy, "I heard about your little incident today you know." she was suddenly angry and him//who the hell cares// he thought but still he turned his attention to her and but on a charming smile, "I don't like MY boyfriend saying those things to some one else. Especially some one like her' She spat the last word out with distaste.

"your boyfriend?" He smiled down at her, he hadn't ever told her he wanted to be her boyfriend //probably because I don't!//

"Well..." Pansy giggled turning her head away in what she thought was a seductively shy way, but to Draco it was extremely annoying.

"If you are my Girlfriend," he said a wicked smirk pulling at his lips, "Then I get to have my way with you, whenever I want." his smirk grew bigger as she blushed. //That wont be very often// he thought//yes it will! by god I don't have feelings for that filthy little BITCH!// he leaned over and pulled Pansy into a demanding kiss before pulling back and piling food on his plate//this will defiantly get that witch out of my head// he thought as he ate his food like a hog.

Hermione's POV

Hermione rose from the couch and announced "I am going to bed." It was nearly nine and she was tired out from the swimming, suppressing a yawn she stretched out her legs and bent to give both Harry and Ron a quick hug before turning and heading up to bed. It took only a minute and she was asleep.

He was sitting on a small black chair looking right at her, he had a cocky smirk on his handsome face, but then when didn't he? He stood up and motioned for her to come to him, which she did, without hesitation. She reached him in only four short steps, his arms automatically wrapping around her waist. Hermione, in turn, wrapped her arms around his slender neck curling her fingers in his silky white hair. He bent his head down and his lips brushed hers. It wasn't at all as she had thought it would be, he wasn't the least demanding or harsh, but soft and gentle. He pressed his lips on hers a bit firmer this time but not much he lets them linger only a moment before he slips his tongue out and traces her bottom lip.

Hermione opens her mouth inviting him in so he can examine her mouth with his warm tongue. When his tongue collides with hers it sends sparks down into the pit of her stomach. He moves his hands from her waist, one is on her back and one is on her buttocks. The hand on her back brushes up and down pulling her closer to his body.

Then suddenly as if by magic, which it could have been, Hermione was pinned up against a wall, being held only by his mouth and hard body, his hands grabbed hers, untangling them from his hair and raised them above her head. Tearing his mouth from her he trailed hot kisses down her neck. Hermione lifted her head and turned it to the left giving Draco better access to throat.

She moaned, his lips were on the V of her shirt. He was moving lower bringing his mouth over her right breast, arching her back towards his mouth all she could think was Have to lose this damn shirt! Then one hand still pinning hers above her head he brought the

other down lifting the hem of her shirt and kissing her stomach.

Releasing her hands Draco leads her over to the chair that sits alone in the middle of the large empty room. Pulling her down on his lap, the chair reclines placing him in a laying position, her straddling his lap. He pulls off Hermione's shirt and his mouth seeks her breast, clamping over her nipple, hot and wet. Hermione let out a cry and tangled her fingers deeper in his hair…

Switching to the other nipple he gives it the same gentle treatment, his tongue darting out and circling it. Hermione, impatient, quickly lifts his shirt over his head. Hermione smiles down at his hard chest then lowered her head and assaulted his chest with the same pleasure he had hers. Her tongue tastes salt and flesh, taking his nipple between her teeth she gently applied pressure, awarding her with a soft moan. Hermione smirked and her tongue dashed out to quickly lick the sweet pain away.

Draco fumbled with the clasp on her pants and smiling Hermione pushed his hands aside, then climbing off him just long enough to rid herself of her jeans and him of his. Straddling his lap again she almost cried out, she could feel his heat and hardness through the light fabric of her cotton pink panties and his dark green boxers. She couldn't stand the distance, eagerly, Hermione pulled his boxers from his lean muscular legs.

Draco smirked up into Hermione's flushed face, grabbing the strings to her thong, he ripped the garment in half before discarding it over the chair to lay forgotten on the floor. Hermione chuckled, but soon it turned from a chuckle to gasping for breath as Draco moved his hand down to the center of her thighs and gently stroked her. Hermione rocked back and forth on his hand, leaning over she planted a sloppy kiss on his lips. Gasping for air over his mouth. The kiss changed from sloppy to wanton. Hungry and passionate. Hermione felt Draco, hard and pressing against her thigh, she slowly lowered herself down on him, bringing him inside her.

Oh God! Yes, so good.

Draco rested his hands on Hermione's hips gently starting to rock her, lifting up she pulled him almost completely out before going down on him harder and faster this time. Draco groaned and flipped her onto her back now laying on top of her and taking complete control.

Wrapping her legs around his waist Hermione lifted herself up off the chair only inches bringing his still farther with in her. With every thrust Hermione lifted herself meeting him, bringing the rhythm to a breath taking speed and thrust, both were panting Draco's deep grey eyes staring right into the depth of Hermione's deep brown ones.

On the verge of insanity Hermione, cries out "Dr-Draco!" Panting aggressively she nearly slipped over the edge just as….

(Tee Hee Cliff hanger!)