Draco's POV
He watched her sit next to Pucey and laugh, he watched her as she laid her head on his shoulder. He was sure it wouldn't be long before her and Pucey were meeting in secret, and that infuriated him. Malfoy didn't like that Pucey was going to be touching what belonged to him. He was a good enough guy, always nice to people and never really cared what people thought, but that didn't stop Malfoy from hating his guts.
Malfoy hated how he was brave enough to sit by Granger and how good he was at making her smile. He hated how since he started hanging around with Granger, she hadn't looked over at him, and how she never seemed to notice when he walked by in the hall. Malfoy hated that he was jealous of them, but couldn't stop him self from having the dreams every night. He didn't like that every night before he went to sleep he vowed to make up with Hermione, and he hated wanting her.
Pucey wasn't in the common room that night, just as Hermione hadn't been in class all afternoon. Malfoy knew they were together, but he didn't know where. He had skipped the first hour and a half of potions searching the castle for them but they were no where. He had trudged into class to an angry professor who took fifty points off him for the first time ever, which pissed him off even more.
Malfoy sat on the couch after his last class looking up at the tall ceiling. Pucey had yet to walk in, and it was getting late. It was to cold out to take a walk, so Malfoy was stuck in the common room. Daphne was reading next to him in a chair her fire red hair sweeping down over her shoulders. She was concentrating on the words, her eyebrows drawn together, and her mouth in a serious line. She had beautiful eyes, Malfoy loved her, but not in the same way as he loved Hermione.
The stone wall transformed into a door and opened to reveal Pucey with a big grin on his face. He was nearly skipping and his dorky smile told Malfoy what he had been doing, Hermione.
"Well finally back Pucey? Didn't lose your way?" Malfoy taunted as he looked over the other boy.
"Malfoy I am truly sorry to tell you what ever you have to say will not get me mad, I am in to good of a mood." He walked over and plopped down in one of the green armchairs, smiling into the fire.
"Oh that's right's your happy because Hermione finally put out." He looked over at Daphne who had closed her book and was now looking intently at his shoulder. "What?" He asked giving her a sideways smile.
"No, sorry she didn't give me any." Pucey laughed, His smiled didn't fade however as he looked continued to look at the fire.
"Then what's making you so damn happy all a sudden?" He scowled at Pucey, Daphne placed her hand on his cheek and turned his face towards hers, she was also wearing a scowl.
"Stop badgering him Draco it's none of your business." She said smoothing away his scowl with her index finger. Malfoys eyes widened. She was the only one who had ever told him what to do, besides his father, it left him speechless. He stared at her and was very grateful when she lifted her lips and touched them to his.
He placed his hand on the back of her neck and lifted her onto his lap. It reminded him of Hermione, and the first time with her. Just thinking about that made him hard. Daphne laughed into his mouth and pulled back looking at him.
"That horny, Huh?" Since they had started dating they hadn't had sex once. Daphne wasn't a slut she was a decent girl, she had priorities and they didn't all evolve around sex, surprisingly Malfoy liked that.
"Yea, it's been a while." He leaned his head back on the couch and sighed. He missed her, she was in his dreams every night, but she always ignored him. He figured that since it was so easy for her maybe it wasn't that difficult. He was wrong.
"Why don't we go up stairs?" Daphne asked winking at him. She stood up off his lap and held out her hand for him. She was beautiful, she was sweet and she was willing. He didn't want to hurt her, but he was defiantly wanting to relieve his stress. what the hell he thought taking her hand and letting her lead him upstairs for a long sleepless Friday night.
Pucey smiled after the jackass.
Hermione's POV
He wasn't there. She had been asleep for more than four hours and there was still no sign of Malfoy. She had wondered the halls looking for him, but she hadn't found him. So she laid down on the couch and thought of Adrian. She wondered what it would feel like for him to kiss her again, how his hands would feel on her body. She was lost in sexual thoughts, smiling at the ceiling, her pulse accelerated. Finally she realized she wasn't thinking of Adrian, she was thinking of Malfoy. damn him! she thought can't even fantasize without him interrupting
It was nearly six in the morning when he finally showed up, Hermione was furious with herself, sitting on the couch glaring into the fire.
"What's up your ass?" He asked taking a seat next to her. He looked at her and then at the fire. "Did it do something mean to you?" He asked in a pouting voice, motioning towards the fire.
"Go to hell!" She screamed and jumped off the couch storming to the door. what an asshole! she raced to the nearest restroom and hid in a stall. She leaned her head against the cold metal door gently banging her head. damn it! Damn Me, damn him, DAMN IT! she was sick of her thoughts she was sick of Malfoy she just wanted to be able to have a normal relationship with Adrian.
Hermione slid down the wall and cried, she cried for losing Malfoy and for not being able to stop thinking about him. She cried because she knew she wasn't going to be able to ever forget, because he was her first. She cried because she wanted to love Adrian but knew deep in her heart that she wouldn't. She cried because she liked him and he liked her but not in any way romantic. Mostly she cried because she knew she was never going to forgive her self for losing her virginity to a slug like Malfoy.
