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Chapter 28:

Hermione was thankful for the fact that she was sitting on Draco's knees, she knew that if she would have been standing her legs wouldn't have waited long before they collapsed. She undid the buckle of his belt and in a slow and swift motion she slid the belt out of his pants. Her hands were shaking tremendously as she got closer to his pant's button but she ignored them. At that moment she didn't want anything half as bad as she wanted Malfoy.

Draco felt a relief unlike any he has ever felt before; Granger's hands on his pants was the most seductive thing he had lived through. The way she trembled with innocence, the way she looked down out of shyness. He wanted her very badly and he was closer to having her then ever before. In a few minutes time he would finally feel the warmth of her insides around him; he would finally get to experience what he had fantasized about for the past weeks. The mere thought of her tightness aroused him further, causing his engorged member to harden even more. He was so close, he could almost smell his victory... and it was sweet.

All of a sudden he noticed Granger's head jerk up. "What's wrong Granger?" he asked, disappointed because her hands left his zipper.

"I heard footsteps," she whispered.

True enough, a second later Draco himself heard the footsteps. "Bloody hell!" he cursed loudly.

Hermione launched out of his knees and grabbed her sweater, quickly throwing it on.

"I can't fucking believe this!" Draco continued muttering and kicking his legs in the air angrily.

"Would you stop muttering and get dressed?" she asked him in an anxious voice. The last thing she wanted was for Filch to find them in this compromising situation.

"First it's the fucking cat, now it's the fucking owner. Who is next on the list of making my life miserable?" he asked no one in particular.

Hermione couldn't help but laugh at his words.

"What do you think is so funny, Granger?"

"You're so melodramatic, just because we were disturbed doesn't mean your life is miserable."

"You have no idea," he said, sighing heavily as he placed his belt back in his pants and buckled it. He then buttoned up his shirt.

The pair heard Filch unlocking the cupboard door from the outside and grabbed cleaning clothes in unison, pretending to finish up their cleaning.

"I see you are almost finished," said Filch in a disappointed voice.

"Yes sir," they answered in unison, and looked at each other knowingly.

"I guess you may be dismissed," muttered Filch.

Hermione and Draco didn't wait another moment, they burst out of the cupboard and up the stairs. When they neared the staircase opening to the Great Hal,l Draco grabbed Hermione by her hands and pushed her into a wall, kissing her passionately.

"Wait for me to get in touch with you," he whispered into her ear, letting her go and walking out of the stairs and towards the Great hall.

Hermione made her way back to her common room, doing her best to ignore the weakness in her knees and the urges in her insides; she really did need to catch up with her studying, plus she had to have some sort of alibi for when Ron came back from practice.

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Hermione was deep into her Arithmancy homework when a mysterious eagle owl landed directly in front of her face.

"Who sent you?" she asked eyeing the owl suspiciously.

The owl just extended his leg in reply, looking annoyed, if it was possible for an owl to express annoyance.

"You got some attitude," remarked Hermione as she removed the piece of parchment from his foot.

The owl didn't bother to wait an extra minute before he flew out of the common room window.

Hermione unrolled the parchment, and there in a neat yet hurried handwriting was a note she never expected to receive.

Granger,

Meet me on the seventh floor staircase near the Gryffindor common room at 6 p.m. sharp.

M

It wasn't a question or a request, it was a straight out command. 'What does Malfoy think of himself? I am not going to sneak around in the school halls just because he feels like meeting me. Besides what does he want to meet me for? Another snog session?' Her stomach did a flip when she thought of his lips. She longed for them more than she ever thought possible, yet she ignored the wild butterflies inside her and burned the letter angrily. 'I am not his private whore and he will not call upon me whenever he feels like it.'

With a determined mind Hermione drowned in her studies and made herself ignore the clock that was ticking on her wrist.

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Hermione made her way to her seat nervously. She could feel Draco's eyes boring into her and the mixed feelings that she felt radiating from him frightened her. It took all the self control she could gather to stop herself from looking into his eyes as she sat across from him.

"You stood me up," he whispered accusingly, grabbing the piece of cloth more out of a habit than anything else.

"No, I didn't. I never agreed to meet with you, you were the one who assumed I would come," argued Hermione, regretting raising her head from the trophy. If looks could kill she would have dropped dead that second.

"That is total bullshit, that note was a clear sign that I would be waiting for you."

"It wasn't a clear sign, it was a clear demand. I do not follow other people's orders, Malfoy."

"Of course you don't, unless it's a Professor, then you're all up for the job," he remarked nastily.

"Will you ever get tired of referring to me as a teacher's pet?"

"Will you ever get tired of being one?" he shot back.

"Why are you starting to argue with me again? Do you want all our work on the trophy to be to no avail?"

Draco muttered something incoherent in return and turned his attention to the trophy instead. He would avenge her for today's stunt, he was sure of it.

Thirty minutes into their detention the couple was distracted by McGonagall, for the first time in what seemed like years.

"I might regret saying what I am about to say,but I trust that the school's Head Girl and prefect will not disappoint me. I've noticed a major change in your detention performance the last couple of weeks and I must admit that I am pleased that the trophy succeeded in forming a more civilized relationship between the two of you. I am afraid I have nothing else for you to do, so as much as I'd just love to see you on a nightly basis, there are things that could turn out to be more useful to you. I hope you will spend your newly earned free time on studying for your N.E.W.T.'s and concentrating on your school work. Enjoy the rest of the term and stay out of trouble," at those words she eyed the couple with the most fierce expression she could master. "You are dismissed from your detention duties."

"Thank you very much Professor," the two mumbled in a shocked state. Neither of them could believe they were actually dismissed.

Hermione got out of the chair, thanked McGonagall once again and walked out into the hallway. She knew that she was being very naive if she believed for even a second that she could escape Draco Malfoy. Draco ran out after her, picked her up, and threw her over his shoulders; making his way towards the staircase.

"Malfoy! Put me down or I will scream!" threatened Hermione.

"No you won't," he replied casually.

"Oh yes I will!!! What in your twisted mind makes you think I won't?" she asked in a hysterical tone.

"I know you want this too much to scream. You might be screaming later though... but don't worry I'll make sure no one can hear you then," he smirked arrogantly.

"Malfoy I'm serious, put me down!!! I have a lot of work to do."

"It could wait."

"NO it couldn't!"

"NO I couldn't!!! Believe me, your work could wait," he said stubbornly. He walked up the staircase as quickly as he could, considering the fact that he was still carrying a resisting Hermione.

After what seemed like a very long minute, Draco finally found himself on the seventh floor corridor.

"Would you put me down now?" Hermione asked pleadingly. The blood was rushing to her head as a slow sensation of dizziness spread through her body.

"In another second," assured Draco, walking by a wall three times muttering something to himself.

"Are you taking me to the Room of Requirement?" Hermione asked faintly.

"You will see your surroundings very soon, just stay patient for another minute."

"I don't want to be patient, I want to be placed on my feet," whined Hermione.

Rolling his eyes Draco opened the door that formed out of thin air and let Hermione in, locking the door with every locking charm he could think of.