5. Planting the Seed

Draco was crouched over his desk, finishing the last of his potions homework. Snape will be happy with that, he thought. He put down his quill, sat back in his chair and stretched his long arms out behind him, giving a big yawn, his hair falling out of his eyes as he tilted his head back. What to do now. He had been so busy lately with school work and prefect duties. Crabbe and Goyle had detention that night, something about messing with the first years and Pansy had been keeping her distance ever since he yelled at her for something. Draco couldn't even be bothered to remember what it was. Nor did he care, really. He was craving attention though. Attention from one person in particular. He pictured her in his mind, that night of the kiss, how she tasted. He licked his lips and groaned. He needed more, he needed his fix.

Not knowing where she would be, he walked through the castle hoping he would bump into her. He looked in the library, the great hall and nearly everywhere else he could think of. Agitated and tired he decided to head back to the Slytherin common room, when he heard running footsteps. Ready to tell off whoever it was for running, he waited in the corridor and who should turn the corner? Potter and Weaslebee. They almost collided with him.

"Watch where you're going Potter, or I'll have you in detention," snarled Malfoy.

"Get lost Malfoy," warned Ron, as they continued running forwards.

Malfoy burned holes in the back of their heads as they ran off, then he heard Harry say, "Do you think Hermione will be alright back there?" his voice trailing off.

Draco felt as though someone had yanked his stomach out. So, Granger was here somewhere, he just had to wait until she passed through, she was bound to be out soon, wherever she was. He decided to wait in an empty classroom by the door so to not raise any suspicion. It was getting dark now anyway, so students were back in their dormitories. The corridors were empty.

After what seemed like ten minutes, he finally heard footsteps. He knew they were hers, he would know it anywhere, her light, quick steps on the cold stone floors. Just hearing her footsteps started getting him excited. He longed for her touch, the feel of her lips on his...

He stepped out of the classroom and leaned against the wall, arms folded and waiting. She turned the corner and walked straight past him, her eyes glued to the floor.

"Hey, Granger," Draco called out.

She whipped around, her wavy locks flying into her face, staring at him wide eyed. She was exquisite.

"Malfoy! What are you doing, lurking around the hallways?"

"I could ask you the same thing," he said, with a smirk on his face.

"Don't turn this around on me, what do you want?"

Shit! He thought. He hadn't figured out what he was going to say to her, all he knew was that he had to get her alone.

"I...er...Dumbledore wants to see us, prefect stuff," he lied.

"What about Ron?"

"He just needs to see one of you...now...er...stop asking stupid questions and hurry up," Draco snapped.

She looked at him suspiciously for a moment, then sighed and started walking. They walked side by side down the hallway.

Now what am I going to do? This is the worst plan ever! He saw an empty classroom up ahead on his left, perfect, now all he had to do was get her in there. They kept walking, Draco's breathe quickening, getting closer and closer to the classroom.

Hermione, walked by Draco's side, this was the first time they had been together since the library incident. She looked at him from the corner of her eye, his face looking straight ahead. His profile was perfect, his long thin nose, his curved lips and blonde fringe that swept just above his eyes. There was no one else around, just her and Draco in the deserted hallway. For some reason she started to get that same rush again, the rush she felt when sneaking around.

All of a sudden Draco had grabbed her by the wrist, and threw her into the classroom. She lost her balance and fell to the floor.

"Silencio," he muttered. The classroom was now sound proof. "Expelliarmus," he yelled at her. Hermione was too slow for Draco as she tried to draw her wand from her skirt. It went flying in the air and Draco caught it, he locked the door.

Hermione scrambled to her feet and made her way to the back of the classroom, winding through the desks. Draco didn't move from his position, he dropped both wands to the floor and raised his hands in the air, showing that he wasn't going to hex her.

"What do you want?" spat Hermione.

Draco chuckled darkly, "What I want, is you."

Hermione snorted, this had to be some sort of trick.

"Oh come now," he purred, "don't tell me you didn't enjoy our steamy moment in the library. You want me too Granger, admit it."

"What are you going to do to me?" Hermione asked, scared of what the answer might be.

Draco smiled, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you that you won't like." He made his way over to her, weaving through the desks.

"How do you know what I like?" Her voice now shaking.

"Oh don't worry; I'll have you begging me to do unspeakable things to you."

"Unlikely," she was starting to get butterflies in her stomach. Draco was nearing towards her. Go away butterflies, this is not an appropriate time! Why was this exciting her? She should be screaming and telling him to go away. But that was the old Hermione. This new one was the thrill seeking Hermione, the rule breaker.

He was now standing an inch from her, his insides begging him to just rip her clothes off and take her on the desk. But no, he had to take it slow, only if he wanted her to be truly his. All he had to do was release the fire from within her.

He pressed his hips up against her, pinning her to the wall, his warm body against her trembling one. She looked up at him, with angst in her eyes. His cold grey eyes stared into her sparkling chocolate brown ones. He placed his left arm around her hips, bringing her in close, almost crushing her body into his and placed his right hand on the back of her head, burying his long fingers in her thick hair. He lowered his head and gently planted his lush lips onto hers.

Fight back! She thought. But she couldn't, she was paralysed, paralysed by his smell, his arms around her waist, his lips on hers. She just stood there, frozen, held up in his grasp.

"Kiss me back, Hermione," crooned Draco.

She felt another rush of adrenalin as he said her name. He lowered his lips again onto hers and she responded, opening her mouth against his. He felt her response and smiled into her kiss.

"That's more like it," he continued kissing her.

Her lips were moving against his, both panting as the kissing grew heavier, her mind was swimming. Her hands were all over Draco now, one rubbing up and down his back and the other gently clenching his soft silky hair. He pulled back her head and started kissing her neck up and down. This seemed to drive her over the edge. She let out a moan as he continued. She pushed him backwards onto one of the desks and they continued kissing, his strong arms never leaving her waist. He turned her around so now she was sitting on the desk. They broke apart for a moment, taking each other in, both looking hungrily at each other. Then they embraced again, he kissed her neck, down to her collarbone. With one hand he undid her top button and continued down, kissing the top of her chest. She let out another moan, fingers digging into his hair. Draco smiled, he had her.

He suddenly stopped and pulled back, smiling darkly at her.

"Why did you stop?" asked Hermione, chest heaving.

Draco laughed, "Told you, you would be begging for me."

He made for the exit, fixing up his outfit, picked up his wand and walked out of the classroom. It took him everything he had to not go back there and finish the job, but he knew it had to be done. He had planted the seed.

"I feel bad for her, she'll be all alone," said Ron as he stuffed the last of his things in his trunk.

"We've already been through this Ron," said Harry as he tried to stuff Hedwig back in her cage, she wasn't happy about it, biting at his fingers. "She has to stay back because she is a prefect, and you are going because you need to spend time with your dad, and I'm going because I need to speak to Sirius. McGonagall gave you special consideration to go because of Mr. Weasley's attack."

Ron sighed, "I still don't like the idea of her being alone though."

They made their way down the staircase with their trunks. Hermione was sitting in an armchair by the fire, knitting more hats. She had made at least fifteen of them.

"Still haven't given up on the whole house elf thing?" said Ron, "I don't know why your bothering, you can't set them free by just placing hats everywhere on random objects."

Hermione just ignored him and kept knitting.

"We're off soon," said Harry feeling guilty.

Hermione smiled at them, "Have fun."

"Look, we're sorry that you'll be alone here for Christmas," said Ron.

Hermione just smiled again and said, "Ron its fine, believe me, you should go home, you need to spend time with your dad. Besides I need to be here, we need at least one Gryffindor prefect to monitor things."

She walked with them out of the common room and into the main entrance. They both hugged her goodbye and they set off for the train platform. She looked out at them as they made their way down, waving at them. She turned and headed back to the common room slowly. Alone, she thought. It won't be for too long.

She felt eyes on her and turned to see someone staring at her. Well...she was not completely alone. There was still the prefect from Slytherin.

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