DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. I OWN THE PLOT ONLY

Sixteen

This isn't happening! This isn't happening! Please, no I have to be dreaming! But no Hermione was not dreaming. This was real just like the thick book in her hand.

"Miss Granger, what a pleasant surprise. However what are you doing in the restricted section?" Hermione refused to answer to him. What she was doing here was none of his business. She lent up to put the book in the proper place but the footsteps walking up behind her stopped Hermione. Before she knew it, the book was plucked from her hand and Malfoy was reading the cover with a mild look of surprise. Hermione could feel the warmth he radiated and the palpable tension in the air. The air itself felt alive somehow. No it doesn't. This is just your imagination from almost fainting! No matter how many times Hermione told herself that, it didn't help the fact that the spice and musky scent of him wrapped itself around her and teased her senses in the most erotic way. Inhaling it deeply again, Hermione felt herself being swayed towards him and wanting to cling onto him. He's a murderer! Don't fall for it!

"Miss Granger, I never knew you were into ghosts," Lucius said, his lips an inch away from her ear. That deep voice washed over Hermione like melted chocolate and sent pleasurable shivers down her spine. Now I really am going to faint, Hermione thought. She was aware of every hair standing on end, and the accelerated heart beat and the man behind her who was so close that if she turned around she would be full against him. And to her shock Hermione felt his hard body press up against her ridged back. Think about something else! Think about your dream! Even the dream wasn't strong enough to stop the tidal wave of emotions going through Hermione's head at the feel of his powerful body against hers.

"Mr. Malfoy, I think I need to move. Now!" Hermione hissed, resisting the urge to turn around and push him away. He chuckled, enjoying the affect he was having on the young witch. The little know-it-all wasn't as cold and aloof as she thought. What was even more interesting was that only he could have this kind of effect on her.

"Why are you looking up all of this stuff?' he asked. That hadn't been his goal, but he had been wondering what she was doing looking up all this stuff.

"None of your business. I was just leaving any way. Now if you will excuse me…" Lucius bristled at her tone. The little minx was getting a bit too out of hand. He eased back, only slightly for her to turn away.

Relief washed though Hermione when he moved away. At least some distance could calm her racing heart and bring her back to earth. His cologne seemed to have the oddest effect on her. Hermione wondered what it would feel like to turn around and wrap her arms around his neck and bring herself up and kiss him full on the lips. Danger zone! Mentally giving herself a slap Hermione eased away only to have him grab her wrist and turn her around to face him.

"What are you doing? Let go of me!" she demanded. That earned her a growl from Lucius and he pushed her flush against him. Hermione gasped at the contact, her full breasts crushed up against his chest, his hardened stomach pressing against hers and those powerful thighs molded against hers. The hand on her wrist was hot as though branding Hermione in some way. Branding her with his touch. A riot of emotions broke out in Hermione but the biggest was desire.

That same molten heat began to spread throughout her body starting from her wrist down to her toes. The heat sparked even more in her abdomen spreading lower at an astonishing speed. Hermione wasn't the only one battling her emotions. Lucius Malfoy who was a master at seduction and a sex god in bed had never felt the powerful lust which was rushing down to his groin. Sure he had seen sexier woman and they had brought out his desire but this was new. This was something he didn't have control over. The heat he felt in his body was not helping matters in the already warm library. He was having a hard time controlling his breathing when his heart was running a marathon. His heart had raced when he had faced the dark lord but now this was nothing in comparison.

He looked down at Hermione's face and felt that bulge in his pants get bigger and bigger. Her face was flushed, her creamy cheeks tinted with a red hue, and her full plump lips were parted and glistened with moisture. He mentally groaned. All he wanted to do was push her up against the book shelves and plunge into her hot, tight wet… The little pink tongue which darted out to moisten her lips did it. That had been the final straw.

With a barely suppressed growl of approval, he bent his head and captured her soft lips in a hungry, searing kiss. Hermione's eyes widened and she brought her hands up to push him away, but it was no use. It was like pushing a mountain! Her legs turned to jelly again and it wasn't from fear. No, far from fear. This time all Hermione felt was heat, heat and more heat. She punched his chest, anything to get him to move before she acted on this new found desire. However, that wasn't going to happen. Hermione squirmed, and stopped. Even through his robes, she felt something very hard and very hot pressing against her stomach. Hermione felt herself going wet and all rational thinking stopped when Lucius cupped her face in his calloused hands and kissed her senseless.

Pulling back a little bit he licked her lips, causing Hermione to gasp at the electric shock which went through her body. As if it were possible Lucius got bigger and Merlin it hurt not to be sheathed inside her. He pulled her closer feeling her full, large breasts against his chest. Her mouth softly opened seeking him but he kept the kiss slow. Against her own will Hermione wiggled against him wanting to feel his hardness against her own source of heat. His tongue darted out to glide over hers eliciting a moan from Hermione's shocked lips.

Tangling his hands in her soft curls, Lucius gave himself to the desire ruling his body. He felt her respond back, that soft tongue mating with him in a slow dance as old as time. Keeping once hand in her hair, he felt for her soft hand and intertwined his fingers through hers. The gesture startled Hermione. It was so gentle and so un-Lucius like. She had expected him go for her breasts but not her hand. Lucius was thinking the same thing but he refused to touch her breasts. He didn't her to think he was after her body. No, it wasn't just her body that turned him on. It was her whole being. The warmth he felt when he was around her, the feeling of being able to open up to her without her hurting him and her body combined pulled him towards her.

Closing her eyes, Hermione smiled a little bit. She felt so good being in his arms and have him wanting her. The gentle gesture touched her heart in an unexpected way along with the feeling of being safe and protected. The kiss ended abruptly when Hermione gasped and pulled back. What the hell am I doing here with him? I can't be here kissing the man who took my Emily away! Lucius opened his lazy eyeswhich were full of longing and lust. Ashamed at herself Hermione pushed him with all her might and ran as soon as he stumbled backwards. She didn't even register the look of hurt in his eyes as she ran away holding a mouth to cover a sob which escaped unnoticed to her.

Lucius watched her go, the sob tearing at his chest. He could have sworn a minute ago she was smiling and kissing him back but she had pushed him so fast he didn't know what he had done wrong. Confused and still very aroused he growled and walked out the door, slamming it shut.