Chapter 26:

Draco stormed into the common room muttering angrily. "Who does that little Bitch think she is?" he asked no one in particular. He paced the room in an infuriated manner. Blaise noticed his foul mood and quickly got up, conjuring Firewhiskey and two glasses. He filled both glasses and handed Draco one. Draco took the glass without shooting Blaise a second glance and quickly downed its content.

"What's wrong?" Blaise asked, hiding his amusement with a fake concern.

Draco just growled in response.

Blaise got the hint and filled their glasses once more. "Cheers," he raised his glass.

"Whatever," Draco grunted downing the drink once again.

"Have you developed a drinking problem?" Zabini asked, raising an entertained eyebrow.

"Have you developed comical skills?" Draco shot back, grabbing the whiskey bottle from Blaise and pouring more of the golden liquid into their glasses.

Blaise drank from his glass, absorbing Draco's behavior as he poured himself yet another glassful. "What happened?" he asked in a serious voice.

Draco looked around the common room before answering, it was empty.

"That little Mudblood Bitch!" he snarled, pouring himself a fifth glass.

"What about the Mudblood?" Blaise pushed further, taking the Firewhiskey bottle away from Draco.

"She said NO to ME!!" answered Draco, furious.

Blaise did all he could do to stop himself from laughing. "How could she?"

Draco failed to notice the sarcasm in his voice due to his own enraged state.

"Who the fuck does she think she is? A fucking Mudblood that's who!! I shouldn't even fucking want her. Fucking hormones!!" he cursed, kicking the snake statue by his feet towards the wall, shattering it into little pieces.

"Reparo," Blaise fixed the damage quickly.

"She fucking said NO! I still don't get it... how could she? There was nothing distracting us now, nothing! No fucking McGonagall, no fucking bells ringing. I made my moves and my fucking demands were very obvious," he continued ranting.

Blaise stayed quiet.

"Fucking virgin bullshit. Not like she's the only virgin in school. Not like I haven't fucked virgins before!" he spat.

"So what now? Are you giving up?" asked Blaise.

"I wish I fucking could. You don't understand Blaise, this never happened to me before. Every time I fucking close my eyes she's fucking there. Every time I dream it's about her. I can't get her out of my mind no matter how hard I try. I think about her every fucking minute of every fucking day. I even pictured her when I fucked Pansy and that other bitch,"

"Vanessa," Blaise provided.

"Whatever!! Like I fucking care. The point is..." he thought hard about this, "I'm going mental!" he yelled.

"I'll book you a room in St.Mungo's psych ward," Blaise smiled.

"You're not fucking funny!!"

"Hey but that's what friends are for," he now wore a full smirk.

"Blaise I know myself all too well. This fucking madness won't stop until I shag her."

"So shag her."

"She won't fucking let me."

"Try harder. Sooner or later she'll give in. She's a girl, sweet talk her," he tried his best to be supportive without further infuriating Draco.

"I can't fucking do it Blaise. I can't get myself to be nice to her. My dick is screaming for me to do everything to fuck her yet my mind is screaming that she's fucking scum. I'm so fucking tired of my self debates!!"

"You were having self debates?" Blaise couldn't suppress his laughter any longer.

"Fuck you," Draco glowered.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself." Blaise smiled.

"Well I can't bloody help myself either. That fucking Mudblood." he threw his empty glass against the wall, causing bits of glass to fly all over the common room.

"Mate, just ignore your prejudices and fuck her. Once you'll be over with her, your whatever it is your experiencing will stop and you'll be able to go back to your normal self," Blaise gave Draco his honest opinion.

"It looks like I have no other choice," Draco muttered.

"Nope, really looks like you don't."

"How did it go with the Weasel? Fucked her yet?"

"Nope not yet. I'm taking things a little slower, she's still not completely over Potter."

"Fucking Potter. Imagine the look on his face when he finds out his girl has been shagging a Slytherin while he was out saving the world," that thought brought an evil smile to Draco's face.

"That would be priceless," agreed Blaise.

"Is she a virgin?" Draco asked.

"I'm not sure," Blaise answered truthfully.

"It'll be fucking sweet if you took her virginity," Draco's smile broadened. The anger was finally leaving his body.

"Yeah, it will be."

"There's only one way to find out," said Draco.

"I know, but I have a feeling you'll fuck the Mudblood before I even get to second base," muttered Blaise. The sexual frustration that had build up over the last couple of days finally got to him.

"Haha. For my sanity, I hope you're right," Draco laughed.

"Very funny," now it was Blaise's turn to glare in Draco's direction.

"I'm off to bed," smirked Draco, leaving the room before his friend could get too angry.

"Enjoy your dreams," Blaise teased.

"Fuck you too," said Draco, heading towards his room.

He lay in his bed and tossed from one side to the other. Being in his last year at Hogwarts privileged him to having his own Dormitory. 'At least I have that,' he thought bitterly, he wouldn't bear it if he had to be in the room with his former dormitory mates.

He tried falling asleep without relieving himself sexually but it proved to be to no avail. The Mudblood got him worked up for the second time that day. He really had to find a way to finally end this madness. No longer fighting the images of her face and the longing for the feeling of her body against his, he fell asleep.

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Hermione dreaded going into the Transfiguration classroom for her detention. She woke up with an uneasy feeling in her stomach; she would have to face Malfoy again. This time, on top of being embarrassed due to their choice of extracurricular activity, she feared that his reaction to the way she rejected him last night wouldn't be too calm. As always when she dreaded the end of the day, it arrived in a heartbeat. She walked into the classroom reluctantly and took a seat across from Malfoy, who was already sitting there, looking smugger than ever.

"Why are you looking so smug?" she asked, clipping her curls into a messy bun.

"I believe it is my turn to ask the questions," he answered, smirking suggestively.

'Oh no,' Hermione thought defiantly.

"Who were the other two guys you snogged?" he asked, without giving his question a second thought.

Hermione's initial reaction was the annoying blush that insisted on rising to her cheeks.

"Ron and Victor," she sighed, making it her business to look down at the trophy as she answered.

"A Weasel, a Bulgarian and a Slytherin. That's quite a variety there Granger," he smirked.

"How many girls have you been with?" Hermione shot back, shocking both of them with the boldness of her question.

Draco seemed to be thinking about his answer, or maybe calculating; Hermione wasn't sure.

"In the past month?" he asked, smirking.

"Ugh you're unbearable. It couldn't have been that many. Stop being so pompous."

"Can I give you an estimate? You can't possibly ask me to remember every single girl," said Draco, somewhat exasperated.

"Sure, give me an estimate."

"I would say, and this is being modest... about fifty," Draco thought it could have been more, but he was too lazy to think too far back.

Hermione's jaw dropped. "You're exaggerating!" she accused.

"I'm not, I'm being totally honest."

"Wherever did you find them?" she asked, still shocked.

"Granger, they're everywhere. School, London, foreign countries while visiting," he answered simply.

"I guess," Hermione couldn't bring herself to say anything more.

"My turn now," Draco smirked. "Who is the best kisser between myself, Krum and the Weasel?"

"I am not answering that!" Hermione huffed.

"You have to," he smirked.

"I don't want to," her blush deepened.

"Granger, you have to play by the rules and answer the question."

Hermione glared at the arrogant Slytherin across from her. She couldn't possibly answer his question truthfully. She never experienced real passionate kisses with Ron and Krum was nowhere near as good a kisser as Malfoy was. She couldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he was the best kisser among them three. Besides, it wasn't like she never broke the rules before.

"Well, if I have to give you an answer," she paused for a dramatic effect, "I'll have to pick Ron."

Draco's smirk soon left his face. "You're lying," he accused angrily. His face turned beet red.

"I'm not, Ron is the better kisser out of the three of you," Hermione insisted innocently.

"No way!" Draco argued.

"Have you ever kissed him?"

Draco looked like he was about to vomit into the trophy.

"Than you wouldn't know," she added smugly.

"I know you're lying. I feel your reaction to my kisses; I feel the way you tremble, the way you hold your moans back. There is no way the Weasel King's kisses can get you to react that same way."

Hermione was left speechless. She figured ignoring the subject would be better than pursuing it further. She had to come up with a good comeback question now. "Have you ever loved any of the girls you've been with, or were you with them just because?"

"Nope, haven't loved any of them."

"Why not?" Hermione was very curious about that matter, she hoped he wouldn't move on to his turn yet.

"I don't do love."

"What do you mean by you don't do love?"

"I believe you have gotten your answer already. My turn. How could a righteous Gryffindor ever lie in a game that's called Truth?"

"How could a Slytherin be so obnoxious as to think that I lied?" she shot back with a question.

"This has nothing to do with me being obnoxious. I know you lied to me just before. That means you lost Granger."

"No it doesn't. I didn't lie!" she argued stubbornly.

"Well I guess I'll have to prove you wrong," he now winked and looked at the clock. "I'll be able to do so in about two hours," he added, touching her knee with his hand behind the trophy so that McGonagall's view was blocked.

Hermione's body shuddered to his touch. The way his fingers circled her kneecap made her knees go weak. If she hadn't been sitting down she would have probably dropped down. Her hands trembled as she tried to keep her mind focused on the trophy and the scrubbing of it. Malfoy's mind seemed to be focused on her instead. He now stroked from her knee to her thigh and back again, causing a sensation that was both arousing and tickling at the same time. She wanted to move her leg away but her body felt to be too stiff to cooperate.

And so they sat there, Hermione's stubborn eyes focused on the trophy, while Draco's gaze and hands focused on her. Those hours passed by slower than any Hermione had ever experienced and before she could resent it, she was being pulled towards the staircase.

"Where are we going?" she asked, trying to tug her hand away from his grip.

"To one of my favorite rooms in the castle."

"And which room is that?"

"The Room of Requirements," answered Draco, leading her up the stairs.

"I don't think so," Hermione pulled her hands out of his grip and folded them over her chest.

"I promised I'll prove you wrong Granger. It wouldn't be gentleman worthy of me to break my promise," he smirked.

"There is nothing to prove me wrong me about Malfoy. Ron is a better kisser than you, just deal with it."

"No way in hell," Said Draco, forcing her body to crash into the wall as his lips seized hers into a hungry kiss. Hermione tried to push him off of her. She even went as far as pounding her fists into his chest, but Malfoy seemed to be immune to her punches.

She hated how he thought he could just kiss her and act like it's the most natural thing in the world. She hated the way her knees trembled when she felt his hot breath on her face. She hated that her body never cooperated with her mind. But most of all she hated the fact that she didn't hate the feeling of his lips against hers. Instead she longed for it, she secretly hoped she could feel it again. She thought about it every waking moment, and dreamed of it every lonely night.

Never before had she been kissed with so much intensity. The dedication that Malfoy seemed to put into the kisses threw her completely of guard. It seemed like he was treating her lips as a favorite candy, or a scoop of his favorite ice cream; he seemed to be deeply indulged in her, yet he controlled it enough to make the taste of her last longer.

Draco grabbed her stubborn fists and brought them over her head, pinning them against the wall. He pushed his body against her stubborn one and stayed locked in that position. That was the feeling he was longing for last night, the feeling of her body pressed against his in such a tight manner that a gust of wind wouldn't be able to pass through them.

"Who did you say was the best kisser again?" he asked in a seductive whisper, moving his tongue in circles on the skin beneath her ear.

"What?" Hermione moaned, her mind was once again blank.

"Tell me who the best kisser is, Granger!" he demanded, sucking on the skin right underneath her jawline.

"Nooo... I can't," Hermione barley mumbled her answer. She wished she could make Malfoy react to her the way she reacted to him. She wished she could have made him moan out her name as he almost so closely made her moan out his. There was no way she could let him know that his kisses were that spectacular.

"Tell me the truth Granger," he urged, whispering in her ear. The heat of his breath against her sensitive skin caused a new wave of staggering sensations to flow over her. "I promise I wouldn't tell," he added, nibbling on her neckline gently.

"Malfoy..." She wanted to leave it at that and answer him, but she couldn't, "I can't."

"Don't make me play dirty Granger," he threatened, removing his hands from her fists and running them down the sides of her body, causing her head to jerk back as she struggled to swallow another stubborn moan. "I know the answer to that question Granger, I've known it all along; I just want to hear you moan out my name," he now planted his lips on her mouth in a manner more aggressive than ever before. Biting on her lower and upper lips making the feelings of both pain and pleasure blend in a most deadly combination.

She finally moaned, she couldn't stop herself. She moaned feeling victorious although she knew she was losing the battle against him. She felt victorious because she won the battle against herself. She finally shut her stubborn mind and let loose; brushing her fingers in his hair, pulling his blond strands and causing his head to move back. Now she was in control, her lips were on his Adam's apple. Placing gentle kisses from there up to his chin and down again.

Draco was far better at keeping his emotions in check. His face would never give him away, no matter how explosive his body felt inside. He relaxed underneath her lips and indulged in the feeling of their pink softness on his tight skin. He allowed her to trail kisses down to his shoulder blades, and when she returned back to his chin he captured her surprised lips in his hungry ones.

"Meow," Hermione heard the unmistakable coo of Mrs.Norris, Flich's cat.

"Fuck," muttered Draco, leaving her lips reluctantly and moving away from her body; the urge to kill that damned cat grew stronger with every step he took.

"What do we have here, my dear Mrs. Norris?" Flich spoke to his cat, walking up the stairs with the most devilish happy grin. "What are you doing out of your beds?" he asked, looking at the pair with a look that could fool nobody as grim.

"We were just dismissed from detention and walking to our dorms," Draco explained quickly.

Flich eyed his uniform with an evil glint in his eyes. "Why would a Slytherin walk up the stairs?" he asked, pointing to his chest, where the Slytherin crest was embroidered on his school shirt.

"He was walking me," Hermione piped out, "I'm afraid of the dark," she added, saying the first excuse she could think of.

"Why wouldn't you use the light on your wand tip?" he asked, enjoying tormenting them all too much.

At that question they stayed silent.

"Detention tomorrow," he growled happily, he loved ruining the weekends for students.

"But we have detention every night," Hermione said defiantly. She couldn't bear another detention with Malfoy.

"Than you will also have detention tomorrow morning. Come to my office right after breakfast," he ordered. "Come along Mrs. Norris, let's go and write this all down," he now spoke to the cat, walking in the direction to his office.

"Another detention," Hermione muttered angrily, she was really at the point of losing her badge.

"Don't worry Granger, I wouldn't let it get too boring," Draco winked seductively and sprinted down the stairs towards his common room. They had got in enough trouble tonight, they could always start from where they left off tomorrow morning.