A/N: So in this chapter things get pretty heated. It's not overly graphic but I rated it M anyway because I'm a paranoid parrot. Enjoy!

3. Little Hats

The next morning, Hermione was dozing off at the table at breakfast. She couldn't sleep last night, tossing and turning, thinking about the events of last night in the trophy room. What was Malfoy playing at? Was this some sort of sick joke to make her feel uncomfortable? And worst of all, why did she enjoy it for a moment? His body pressed up against hers, the smell of his cologne...

She jumped out of her seat a little when Harry slammed his goblet down on the table, splashing pumpkin juice everywhere.

"Can you believe Umbridge!?" He said, "She's mental, the whole Ministry is mental! How can they deny the fact that Voldemort is back?"

"And those 'Ministry approved' textbooks!" chimed in Ron. "We're not learning proper spells. What do you think Hermione? I suppose you would be the most annoyed one, seeing as the textbook wasn't on your 'reading list' or anything," he said sarcastically.

Hermione just shrugged.

"Is everything alright?" said Harry.

Should she tell them? No, she was just thinking too much of it, better not make a big deal out of it.

"Yeah I'm fine," she smiled weakly back at him; "I better go and get ready for class." And she hurried out of the Great Hall.

A few weeks had gone by. Draco was sitting in the Slytherin common room one night with Crabbe and Goyle. Something had been bugging him for the last couple of days. His 'Hermione fix' was wearing off and he was getting restless. He only caught glimpses of her during classes. How was he going to get her alone again? She was always with Potter and Weaslebee.

Crabbe had dozed off on the leather sofa and Goyle was still trying to finish off his homework, scratching his head and tapping his foot. Draco couldn't sit still any longer; he had to get out of there. Maybe he would go to the library and see if Granger was there?

"I'm just going out for a bit," he called out to Goyle. Goyle nodded and continued working, tapping his quill on the parchment.

Draco headed off towards the library, running his fingers through his hair, quickening his step, hoping to catch her in time, it was getting pretty late.

He reached the entrance to the library and scanned the room. The whole library was dark except for the lamp lit in the very corner at the back of the library. Sure enough Hermione was sitting there by herself. A smile crept onto his face. Perfect.

Hermione was sitting at a desk, which was littered with books and parchment. There was also a basket on the floor which was full of yarn in all sorts of colours, she was knitting little hats. She had a book propped up against the wall that she was reading at the same time. She was so absorbed in what she was doing she jumped when she heard a voice.

"What are you doing, Granger?"

"Merlin's beard!" Hermione yelled as she dropped her knitting to the floor, "You gave me a fright!"

She went to pick it up, but Draco was already bending down grabbing it off the floor. He held it up to look at it.

"What is this supposed to be?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but it's a hat. I'm making them for the house elves."

Draco snorted, "Oh you are too cute. I see what you're doing, you know that's never going to work, you have to be their master to be able to free them."

Hermione snatched the knitting out of Draco's hands, "Well it's worth a try."

"Don't you see Granger, they were made to work, they like working, it's in their nature."

"How can anyone like working in those conditions? They have no rights!" She was angry now; she stood up fast from her chair, making it topple over.

Draco came in closer, "You're such a muggle, you will never understand."

Hermione came in closer as well, she was not going to lose this argument, "No, I understand perfectly well. Your family are a bunch of slave drivers, who think they are the only superior ones in the world. Well I have news for you, your family is pathetic and I'm glad I'm not pureblood like you."

Draco, now fuming, grabbed her by her wrists and shoved her back against the desk, books and parchment scattering everywhere. Hermione was sitting on the desk, back against the wall. She looked at him with wide eyes, breathing heavily. He nudged her legs open with his and stood in between them, his eyes fixed on hers.

He couldn't resist her any longer, he let go of her wrists and quickly wrapped his arms tightly around her, sliding her across the desk towards him.

Hermione was waiting to be yelled at or hexed, but sat there in shock as Draco pressed his lips to hers. His arms fixed tightly around her, she couldn't escape. She let out a little scream into this mouth, but that only seemed to drive him wilder. He tried to pry her lips open with his, but she kept them shut.

"Come on Granger, show me what you got," he whispered.

"Get off me Malfoy!" She was kicking the back of his legs with hers but he didn't budge, he was too strong.

She tasted amazing, her skin so soft and perfume igniting his senses. He was getting more and more turned on. He reached his hand up to her hair and pulled it back, exposing her neck. Hermione yelled out in pain, this only got Draco more fired up. Draco started kissing all up and down her neck, making his way down to her collarbone.

"Hermione, work with me here," Draco whispered.

This took her off guard. Never had he referred to her by her first name. The way he said it was with such sweetness. She looked at him in astonishment.

"What?" He said cheekily, "that is your name isn't it?"

He was back up to her lips now. His lips were so soft, his scent was filling her nostrils. I am kissing Draco Malfoy, I am kissing Draco Malfoy, was all she could think about while he was all over her. So did this mean that he liked her? If so, for how long? Was this a new side to Draco that was longing to come out?

She slowly felt her lips part against his. Draco responded immediately and plunged his tongue in her mouth. Her body started to relax a little. She was just about to kiss him back, when they both heard footsteps. Draco quickly whipped around to see who it was. Hermione came to her senses and seized the opportunity by kneeing Draco in the groin. He let go of Hermione immediately, kneeling down in pain. Hermione quickly hopped off the desk and ran out of there tripping over everything to get back to the common room.

A/N: I hope you guys are enjoying it so far!