Chapter 25:

"I'll be late to class," Ginny reminded him, when Blaise tried to pull her into a third kiss.

"Let me walk you," he offered, smiling.

"Sure," replied Ginny, hesitantly.

"So," Blaise started.

"So..."

"That was interesting," he smirked, looking at her blushing cheeks.

"Certainly," agreed Ginny.

"I guess the fact that you didn't tell me to sod off marks this as a success?" asked Blaise, stunning her with his perfect white toothed smile.

"I guess you can make that assumption," she smiled back.

"So, I'll see you later?" Blaise asked, when they arrived at the Dungeon's entrance.

"I guess so," smiled Ginny, kissing his cheek.

Blaise looked after her as she made her way down the staircase that lead to her Potions Classroom, dazzled by the turn of events. His right cheek burned from the feel of her kiss, it sent a strangely warm sensation down his body. Smiling sheepishly, he made his way towards Defense against the Dark Arts.

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"Why do you look so disgustingly happy?" asked Draco, sneering at Blaise's unusual facial expression.

"A successful talk with Ginny," smirked Blaise.

"You call her "Ginny"?" Draco looked like he might vomit.

"Well, I can't exactly call her Weasley if I plan on moving somewhere," reasoned Blaise.

"Why not?"

"It won't pass with her, she won't even talk to me if I call her by her last name."

"Whipped much?" asked Draco, suppressing a laugh. The two friends sat in the back of their DADA classroom, talking in hushed voices.

"No," muttered Blaise angrily. "I'm just doing whatever I can to get what I want," said Blaise, he couldn't think of a better way to phrase it.

"If you say so," smirked Draco.

"I'll see you a later," Blaise, walked towards the back door.

"Where are you off to Lover boy?" mocked Draco.

"You'd like to know, wouldn't you?" Blaise replied with a question, sneaking out of the classroom. He made his way down to the dungeons, and waited outside the Potions classroom for the lesson to end.

"What are you doing here?" Ginny's surprised look brought a smile to his face.

"Can I help you with your books?" asked Blaise, ignoring her question and relieving her from the weight of her textbooks.

"Thanks, I guess," smiled Ginny, enjoying the attention much more than she would ever admit.

"Where to next?" asked Blaise, breaking the silence.

"Transfiguration," Ginny started up the stairs.

"Ugh, McGonagall..." Blaise smiled at Ginny sympathetically.

"She's not half as bad as Snape used to be," Ginny pointed out.

"Well, yeah, maybe for Gryffindors," Blaise smirked.

"For anyone aside from Slytherins, to be exact," corrected Ginny.

"I guess you're right. But McGonagall is tough."

"But fair," Ginny added.

Before either of them realized, they were standing outside of her classroom. "I'll see you at dinner?" smiled Blaise, handing her the textbooks. She took them from him and smiled back.

"Ginny, you forgot something."

"What?" she asked, turning around.

Blaise handed her a single red rose that he had conjured behind his back. She took it in her hands, and smiled; bringing it up to her nose, inhaling its sweet scent and walking into the classroom with a dreamy expression on her pretty face.

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"That is so sweet," smiled Hermione, causing Ginny to blush.

"Would you keep it down?" asked Ginny, embarrassed. "I have enough people staring at me when he walks me to classes, I don't need them staring while I'm eating as well."

"Well, it is cute," Hermione whispered in her defense.

"I know, it is," admitted Ginny.

"So are you a "something"?" asked Hermione, not really sure how to categorize them.

"I guess so," Ginny shrugged her shoulders. "What's new on your "something" front?" she asked a minute later. Noticing the blush on Hermione's face, she continued, "I assume something "something-like" happened?" It made sense in Ginny's head when she thought it.

"I guess you can say that," Hermione laughed at Ginny's puzzled expression.

"Well, spill."

"Hem," Hermione coughed uncomfortably, playing for time.

"If you do not open your Malfoy snogging lips right this moment I will hex you," Ginny whispered, threateningly.

"Okay hold your horses, I'll talk," Hermione tried rolling her eyes, but was unsuccessful, as another blush crept to her face.

Ginny humphed, looking at her impatiently.

"Well, how should I say it?"

"However it happened!"

"Alright, we snogged in an old broom cupboard," said Hermione. Ginny gave her a 'That's not so bad look.'

"Well saying we snogged heatedly would be more accurate," continued Hermione, Ginny's eyebrows began to move up.

"Continue," she urged.

"He stripped me of my robe, thank Merlin I wore my uniform underneath. And..."

"And what?" demanded Ginny.

"The bell rang," Hermione finished lamely.

"The look on his face must have been priceless," sniggered Ginny.

"I guess it was," Hermione reminisced, with a small smile on her face. "Where are you headed off after dinner?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know yet. Speaking of which, Blaise is making his way over here, I'll see you later," said Ginny, getting up from the Gryffindor table. She didn't want another Ron/Blaise confrontation.

Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table finishing up her dinner. She couldn't shake the feeling of someone boring their eyes on her. She looked up from her plate, her eyes scanning the Slythering table instinctively. Sitting like a king on his throne, was Malfoy, looking straight at her. Their eyes met and he did something she would have never expected him to. He winked at her, wearing a somewhat amused expression on his pointy face. She blushed yet again and turned her gaze away, determined to walk out of the Great Hall immediately.

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"This afternoon was interesting," Draco broke the silence Hermione was determined to keep during the duration of their detention.

"I guess you can call it that," the blood rushed to Hermione's cheeks.

"You know, you don't have to be embarrassed, you are rather good," he smirked.

His words caused Hermione to turn a more evident shade of scarlet.

"I might go as far as saying that you are far better than I expected. You left me with a horrible case of blue balls," Draco winced, remembering the bathroom trip he had to make in order to relieve himself of the pain in his groin, all too clearly.

Hermione coughed uncomfortably, and went back to scrubbing the trophy. She couldn't believe he was discussing that matter as if he was talking of nothing more personal than the weather. She hoped that ignorance would really be bliss.

"It never happened to me before," Draco continued, amused by her unease.

"I guess "good for you" is in order?" she asked with a hint of sarcasm.

"No, nothing good really," he now smiled seductively.

"If we must speak, can we discuss something else?" asked Hermione.

"I agree. That conversation should be postponed to a more fitting time," said Draco, nodding in McGonagall's direction.

"Or to never," Hermione thought, desperately.

"So how was your day?" Draco couldn't think of anything better to ask her.

"Fine. How about yours?"

"Lovely," he smirked, sarcastically. "Would have been better without the blue balls, but hey, what can you do?"

"Hem."

"Did you finish your homework already?" He figured sticking to school subjects would be best for the moment.

"Yes, I did. You?"

"I only have the Charms essay to write," replied Draco.

"That shouldn't take you too long, today's subject was fascinating."

"I happen to find other things fascinating," Draco winked suggestively.

"And I happen to find school work fascinating," Hermione tried her best shot at keeping things as impersonal as possible.

"Goes to prove your lack of experience in other fields," smirked Draco.

"Have you noticed the change that occurred between Ginny and Zabini?" asked Hermione suddenly, she figured talking about the pair will help get his mind out of the gutter.

"The fact that the Weasel has him whipped? Yeah I have," Draco muttered darkly.

"Zabini is not whipped by Ginny."

"What would you call walking her to and from classes?"

"Sweet," answered Hermione, a dreamy expression on her face.

"Yeah, sweet way of getting inside her pants," Draco said more to himself.

"Come again?" Hermione couldn't hear what his lips mumbled.

"Slytherins don't do sweet," Draco mocked her words.

"Well, obviously some of them do."

Draco just snorted in reply.

"What brought on the recent change in your hair?" asked Draco after ten agonizing minutes of silence.

"I just learned a very easy spell to keep the frizz away," Hermione shrugged.

"That's all that's changed? It's no longer frizzy? What happened to the bushiness of it?"

"Well since it's no longer frizzy, it's no longer bushy. It was the frizz that caused the bushiness. The curls are my natural locks."

"It looks," he pondered about the word he was looking for to best describe how she looked. Stunning, gorgeous, sexy, "better," that was the closest word to a compliment that he could bring himself to say.

"Thanks, I guess," said Hermione, momentarily puzzled. "How about we play some sort of a game to pass the time?" suggested Hermione, seeing as they still had a sufficient amount of work left.

"What do you have in mind?" he asked, smirking suggestively.

"Truth."

"Whatever the hell is that?"

"It's like truth or dare, only without the dare," Hermione clarified.

"Where's the fun in that?" asked Draco, raising a blond eyebrow.

"I don't know, would you rather we play truth or dare?"

"Not if you continuously pick truth," answered Draco, knowing all too well the thoughts that hid behind her dark brown eyes.

"So truth it is!" smiled Hermione teasingly. "You can go first," she added when she noticed the sour look on his pale face.

"Ladies first," he insisted, smirking.

"Okay. What's your favorite subject?"

"Potions, well at least it used to be. How about yours?" he asked in reply.

"Do I really have to pick one?" Hermione asked in a panic stricken voice.

Draco nodded.

"But I can't," she whined.

"I promise I wouldn't tell," he winked at her.

"Hmmph... if I have to pick one, I'll go with Transfiguration. What's your least favorite subject?"

"Easy, Care of Magical Creatures," snorted Draco, he couldn't bear the oaf who taught that subject. "How about yours?"

"Divination," Hermione muttered darkly.

"Why so angry Granger?" asked Draco, shocked by her lack of passion towards a school subject.

"It's my turn to ask the questions," Hermione reminded him. "Why is Potions your favorite?"

"Because it's never the same. You would think you already know so much about it, yet no matter how much you know there is always room to learn more. Kind of like it doesn't have an ending point. Besides it's knowledge is practical and useful."

"That's a good point," agreed Hermione, shocked he was able to give her a coherent answer.

"Why do you hate Divination?"

"First and foremost it's stupid. There is no way one can look into a crystal ball and know what will happen in the future. If that was possible a lot of tragedies in our world could have been prevented. It's the least practical branch of magic, it is imprecise and useless."

"Passionate much?" Draco mocked her.

"What is it with guys and Quidditch?" Hermione ignored his last comment and moved on to the next question.

"It's a passion. Competitive, exhilarating, mind blowing fun and a very good distraction for when your mind is full of thoughts you'd rather not think of. In a way, it's some sort of an escape. Plus, endangering your life with every second that you spend in the air sums it up to be a blast."

"I'll never get boys," sighed Hermione.

"You don't have to. What's your favorite book?" asked Draco, not really sure he wanted to know the answer to that, he just couldn't think of anything better to ask.

"Well it used to be Hogwart's, A History."

"Why used to be?"

"Because it no longer is. It gives the readers a fake understanding of Hogwarts."

"How is that?"

"Did you know that there are thousands of House Elves enslaved in Hogwarts and it isn't mentioned in any copy of that book?" Hermione asked, her tone incredulous.

"So?" Draco shrugged casually.

"What do you mean "So"?"

"Who cares?"

"Obviously, I do. Elf enslavement is wrong, wizards and witches need to do something against it."

"Why? The Elves love their lives."

"You have to be an arrogant ass to really believe that." Snarled Hermione, not realizing just how much she was over reacting.

"Okay Granger, relax. It's your turn to ask the question," Draco tried to calm her.

"Why don't you join S.P.E.W?" she asked, pointing to the badge on her robes.

"What in the bloody hell is spew?" asked Draco, confused by her accusing tone.

"First of all it's S.P.E.W, and not spew, and second of all, it's the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare that I created."

"Haha," Draco couldn't stop himself from laughing. It was the funniest thing he had heard all day.

Hermione glared daggers at him. "You still didn't answer my question."

"I won't join "spew" because it is the silliest idea I have ever heard of. My turn to ask the question," he said raising his finger to shut Hermione up before she had the chance to reciprocate

She glared harder.

"How many guys have you snogged?"

Hermione's cheeks burned scarlet. Draco did a heck of a job getting her off the subject of House Elves.

"Three," she answered in a low voice.

Draco felt momentarily paralyzed. 'Three! That was all?' For some reason that answer made him feel very happy.

"Three included?" he asked, pursuing further. Hermione just nodded.

"Who were the other two?"

"It's my turn now," Hermione reminded him, cheeks still red from blushing. "What happened with Pansy?" she asked before she could stop herself.

"We broke up."

"I figured that much out, but why?" she looked up to observe his expression as he answered.

"She broke it off when she caught me with another girl. Like I really care," he sneered.

"You don't? Not even a little bit?"

"Nope," he smirked. "Why would I? I've been looking for a way to get her off my back."

"Didn't you love her?"

At that question Draco snorted. Hermione got her answer straight on.

"You are dismissed," McGonagall turned to her students, feeling somewhat shocked; for the first time since they started their detention, she had to remind them of the time.

Hermione said "See you tomorrow," and walked out of the classroom.

"Where do you think you're going?" Draco asked, catching onto her in the hallway, grabbing her wrist firmly, yet gently.

"Up to the seventh floor," Hermione answered as if it was the most obvious thing.

"I don't think so," Draco pulled her into the empty classroom they walked by.

"Let me go Malfoy," Hermione requested, trying as she might to pull her wrists free from his grip.

Draco only tightened his hold on them and raised them, pinning her wrists above her head. Hermione swallowed with difficulty knowing all too well what was about to come. And then it happened again, all the wind was knocked out of her. She figured she wouldn't even bother fighting it, it wasn't like she ever had a chance of winning the battle.

Draco's lips were more demanding than ever. He made it his goal to have her by tonight and he wouldn't be a Malfoy if he wouldn't keep true to his word, even if it was to himself. He lowered one hand from her pinned wrists down to her mass of curls. He entwined his fingers in her brown locks and brought her face even closer to his. Once he realized that her shoulder blades might be sore from the position they were in, he released the other hand from her wrists and brought it to her waist, pinning her whole body against the wall, and his body against hers.

Hermione's hands shot to Draco's head, brushing her fingers through his hair from the neck up; causing Draco to moan into the kiss, as he tugged her school shirt out of it's tucked in position and placed his cold fingers on her hot flesh. Hermione's eyes shot up in that instant. Nobody has ever touched her bare skin. Even though he only touched her stomach, the action seemed so intimate, it puzzled her mind. On one hand his touch alerted her to what they were doing, yet her skin longed for his hands to linger further. At last her judgment was cleared of passion, and she realized that if she didn't stop now, she would greatly regret it later.

"I have to go," she muttered into his lips. Draco released her lips and looked at her, a confused expression on his handsome face.

"Where to?"

"My dormitory. Someone might get worried," she was saying the partial truth, Ron or Ginny might be up waiting for her. It was a fat chance since Ginny knew what was going on, but it was there none the less.

"So what if they get worried?" urged Draco, kissing right below her ear, and then blowing a cool breath over her hot and moist skin.

"Ohh! Malfoy, stop it," she managed to say.

"You know you don't want me to," he whispered, sucking on her earlobe gently.

At that Hermione kept quite. Draco took it as a sign and continued to trail kisses down her neck.

"It's not about what I want, Malfoy, it's about what's right," said Hermione, holding on to his hair and reluctantly moving his lips away from her skin. She then weaseled out of his grip and walked out of the classroom, leaving Draco Malfoy behind, looking stunned.

No girl in history has ever turned him down, especially when there was nothing to disturb them.

a/n... poor poor draco :( hahahahaha

hermione is becoming more of a challenge.. hmmm... anywhos.. it was pretty quick huh?

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