DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. I ONLY OWN THE PLOT.
Eighteen
Hermione slipped out of the tub and wrapped herself in a fluffy white towel. Her long hair hung down her back and her muscles had never felt better. She went and slipped on the silky briefs and then her long tee-shirt. It went to her knees and that was all the cover Hermione needed. The room was warded so no one could get in their rooms without specific permission. Sighing she snuggled underneath of the covers her head falling into the soft feathery pillows. This was one of the many pleasures of being the head girl. Her eyes drifted shut and Hermione was in her way to a peaceful sleep when she heard a noise in the room. It sounded like an animal. She gripped her wand and pretended to be asleep. Her warrior skills hadn't left her yet. The noise came again and Hermione slowly opened her eyes only to stare right into the eyes of Lucius Malfoy.
Gasping she sat up, the candles flashing. Her heart was racing a mile a minute and Lucius's lustful looks weren't helping. Oh god he's drunk! Hermione thought trying not to panic. Lucius's eyes roved her sleepy face and her long neck and the tee shirt which was halfway down her shoulder exposing the swell of an unblemished, creamy breast. His blood rushed down to his groin and he felt himself grow rock hard. He almost whined when Hermione yanked the blanket around her. She didn't look too happy but Lucius had a few ways which would make her a very, very happy witch. He grinned wolfishly at her.
Without thinking of her actions, Hermione's hand swung back and her palm connected with his cheek in a thundering slap. The sound echoed throughout the whole room and way Lucius's head snapped backwards wasn't going to produce a very good action. Slowly Lucius turned his head to face her, his cheek still red and stinging. Hermione gasped at her hand prints across his face.
"What in Merlin's name if I may ask was that for!" he raged. He took in her heaving chest and misty eyes. Oh Merlin please don't let her cry! Lucius thought. He hadn't meant for her to start crying.
"What are you doing here? I can't believe you snuck into my ROOM!" Hermione cried outraged. She hadn't expected him to waltz in here with his drunken ass. What the hell was wrong with this man?
"I am a master at the dark arts. Your wards are nothing compared to what I know," he said devilishly. Hermione gulped and pulled the blanket tighter around her. He couldn't have come in here to do what she was thinking! He wouldn't! Of course he can do whatever he wants!
Oh why did I kiss him?
Because you wanted to!
No I didn't he made me!
No one can make you open your mouth and kiss him back and-
OK STOP IT!
Lucius was looking at her with a mixture of lust and amusement as though she was some sort of museum artifact. Hermione crossed her hands over her rock hard nipples. It was just the breeze in the room not his proximity or his gaze. Right, keep telling yourself that. It looked like the little miss know-it-all was having a battle with herself. Well it was good to know that he wasn't the only one who talked to himself.
"I think you should leave. I don't want you in here," Hermione said coldly, surprised her voice didn't crack with the fear in her heart. Lucius only smiled and licked his lips. Oh I wish I could hex him as easily as anyone else! He moved on all fours reminding Hermione of a panther. When she had been little she had went to the zoo with her family and had fallen in love with big cats. The panthers had always been what had caught her interest. Like Lucius they would sit lazily giving a care free impression but once you went up close and looked at them they were always observing, always calculating everyone's next move so that they could pounce at the most unexpected time. The panthers were black as night their fur always shiny and smooth. When they prowled around the other predators respected them and let them have their own space. When they corned their prey they were the most dangerous animals.
She had also seen a panther attack a zebra that had been drinking water calmly when out of nowhere a flying ball of black fur had pounced on it. The zebra had let out a wild cry of surprise and fear when the panther had cornered it. Then when the zebra had tried to run, the predator had bit his leg and quickly moved towards the jugular. This was exactly the case with Hermione. Lucius had her in caught between a rock and a hard spot and he knew it. He also knew she wouldn't hex him because Hermione didn't have the heart to hurt him no matter how hard she tried to focus on a spell. If it had been any other witch or wizard she would have them dead. Something about Lucius caused all of her rational thinking and logical brain to fly out the window. If he was anywhere near her she could feel his presence and her brain turned to a bowl of mush replaced by a lustful side she never knew she had.
"I don't want to go and I will not go until I get my kiss." Hermione froze on the spot. Surely he didn't mean that. He was drunk so he had to be losing his judgment.
"But you can't! I am a muggle born! You don't even like my kind!" His eyes darkened and he moved closer. Hermione jerked back but there was nowhere to go. Lucius moved closer and cupped her cheek. Hermione closed her eyes tightly.
No not again! This isn't happening! She thought as the electric sparks went up her body. Once again that unfamiliar heat spread throughout her body and combined with the smell of his spicy musky scent Hermione felt her head spin. Light headed she leaned closer to him. Lucius smiled and brought his face closer to Hermione. Her hands went to his shoulders to push him away when he was an inch away from her face.
"NO! GET OFF! LEAVE ME ALONE LUCIUS MALFOY GET AWAY!" Hermione screamed shoving him back. Just before he could kiss her, a high pitched voice pierced the lonely night.