Stay Away From Me

By: the enchanted kneazle

Chapter 6

Don't own it, never will own it.

Hermione was completely humiliated. It had been three days and she still couldn't believe that she had succumbed to Malfoy like that. She had never acted so wantonly in her life. And with Malfoy no less? She was doomed.

It didn't help that every time they passed in the halls, he would act as if she didn't exist. Not that she was expecting him to swoon over her in lovestruck awe. But, his indifference combined with the almost cold way he had detached himself the other day was making her feel like an absolute slag for falling for his tricks.

He had succeeded in punishing her and now her only choice was to stay the hell away from him. Even if she saw him lying on the floor, body wracked with pain. She would just have to turn the other cheek and walk in the other direction when she saw him.

Hermione's plan was going swimmingly until Charms the following Wednesday afternoon. It was late September and the weather was sweltering. Not unheard of, but it was enough to put everyone on edge.

Hermione was particularly unsettled by the fact that she had come in late, hoping to avoid any unwanted confrontation with Malfoy. Ironically, the only seat left had been right next to his smug self. Even worse was the fact that their table was in the very back of the room.

Professor Flitwick thought it a fitting day to teach the students a particularly useful freezing spell. "Now, class, can anyone tell me the attributes of the Glacius charm?"

Hermione's hand shot in the air before the professor could even finish his question, earning a small, mocking smirk from her tormentor. "Casting the Glacius Charm results in a stream of ice from the tip of the wand and is useful for extinguishing fires. It also causes anyone in the vicinity of the spell to have white, icy breath."

"Very good, Miss Granger!" The professor beamed at her from his platform, "ten points to Gryffindor. Now, class, watch as I demonstrate the correct wand movement." He turned away from her as he delved into a lecture on correct wand angles.

Malfoy slowly reached his hand over and set in on her knee, then began running the tips of his fingers up and down the inside of her leg, all the while keeping his eyes locked on Professor Flitwick.

Hermione's cheeks immediately flushed bright red and her breath quickened. She shot him a glare and pushed his hand away from her body. A few minutes later she felt Malfoy's hand slip between her back and the seat, his palm coming to rest at the base of her spine. Her mind flashed back to the last time his hand had been on that very spot, moving her body against him in easily the most sexually charged moments of her life. She was sure it was a deliberate move on his part.

His hand moved in slow circle and her back arched of its own volition. He smirked in triumph as if he had proven a point and his hand retreated back to his own lap. This time the glare she directed his way was because he had stopped touching her. He leaned over to whisper in her ear.

"What's the matter, Granger, do you need me to extinguish your….fire?" He moved his lips lower and sucked on the sensitive skin behind her ear for a moment, gently scraping her with his teeth, sending jolts of lust screaming through her body.

Hermione's eyes rolled heavenward and involuntarily closed. "Too bad," he murmured in a husky voice, "I thought for sure that wetting you down would work. Oh well…I guess you'll just have to burn." He drew in a deep lungful of her scent and let out an almost inaudible groan.

With that, Draco sat back and didn't once look her way for the rest of class. By the end of the hour, Hermione was fuming. It was her turn to pull him into an empty room to get some answers.

He opened his mouth, no doubt to utter some unsettling sexual comment, but she cut him off before he could speak.

"No! This time, I will ask the questions and you will answer them," she commanded with fury in her eyes.

"Oh, Granger, I like you like this. You're getting me all hot and bothered over here."

"Stop it! Why are you doing this to me?! Why can't you please just leave me alone?" She asked, her voice cracking with emotion

His eyes instantly lost their playful, seductive glint and turned cold. "I find it ironic that you are now asking me to leave you alone. Did I not make it clear what would happen when I asked you the very same thing? I suggest you get used to the fact that I'm not going to leave you alone. I've found that I quite enjoy our little…meetings."

"I think you're forgetting something, Malfoy. Going by your eye-for-an-eye rules, I did nothing to deserve whatever that was in there. I've left you alone like you asked."

He was quiet for a moment. "Yes, well, that's the beauty of them being my rules isn't it? I can change them whenever I want. And now I want you to suffer just like I did under the unwanted attention of your enemy. Although something tells me we are both going to enjoy your "suffering" much more than mine."

Hermione had a sinking feeling that he was right. But she wouldn't admit that to him. She could barely even admit it to herself

Yay! She finally admits it! Kinda…hahah. Now, if she would only allow herself to enjoy it! Hmmmmmmm, we shall see what's in store for her in the next chapter. Here's a teaser for you:

He casually dropped a small square of folded paper on the edge of her desk as he walked by and she snatched it up before anyone saw. Looking around covertly to make sure the coast was clear; Hermione slowly unfolded it, almost afraid to see what was written inside.

Her eyes scanned the first line. You're looking a little frazzled. She smiled at the understatement of that sentence. Hermione had been so distracted lately that her schoolwork was suffering. She looked back down to read the rest of Malfoy's note.

Why don't you meet me in that classroom during lunch and see if I can't ease some of your tension?

Will she go, or will she leave Malfoy hanging? What would you guys like to see her do?