PENT UP AGGRESSIONS:

PERSONAL THOUGHTS

A low murmur of pain filled the silence of Hermione's kitchen. Crimson blood began to well at her finger as she quickly rushed to put it under the sink. The stinging was minimal, thank goodness, as she shut off the faucet and popped her cut finger in her mouth to stop the bleeding. A copper taste filled her mouth as she searched through the cabinets in her bathroom for a band aid. Laughter filled her ears and she huffed as she wrapped the thing around her finger making sure it was tight. She knew Draco Malfloy was in her living room making fun of her, but then again when didn't he barge in unexpectedly and do something that wasn't entirely gentlemanly. Finding the first thing her hand landed on, which happened to be a hairbrush, Hermione Granger marched angrily into her living room and chucked the thing at her enemies head. The resounding thud made a smile spread across her face and with that she turned her back on the man she had recently fallen for.

How had they gotten to here? With him having dinner in her house? Well it started with Dumbledore asking her parents if he could stay the summer because of his "family problems" and ending with a demand for spaghetti. That's how it happened, because she was too much of a weakling to not give in to those dreamy eyes, that blonde hair, those sultry lips, the way his skin probably glistened after he took a shower with the water dripping down his back and those rippling… Hermione's mental self shook her head free and when she reached up to brush her hair out of her face it felt hot, which, of course, made her blush even more. More snickers reached her ears as she felt a cool breath on her neck. "Hermione? Why is your neck so red? Are you embarrassed about something?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. She shook her head and turned away stirring the noodles. "Oh and by the way I'm going to get you back for that hairbrush thing. When did you decide to get so feisty?" She felt his presence leave and heard his footsteps retreat elsewhere.

The biggest question that was on her mind was when had she fallen in love with her worst nightmare? As soon as he took the first few steps into her house he was a different person. He was still an annoying twit but he was just misunderstood, at least that's what she had to keep reminding herself. The rudeness was all he had ever known so she shouldn't complain. Going back to the pot Hermione stirred the boiling noodles and leaned against the counter. Her parents were out for the weekend on a business trip and they were trusting her and Draco not to do anything. Right, like anything would happen between them. At the most he would probably end up with a black eye.

As the sauce began to bubble she sprinkled some pepper in it and turned the heat on low. Deciding everything was done she cut the heat and went to find Draco praying he wouldn't be doing anything stupid, though that was a lot to wish for.

Sticking her head in the living room she didn't see him so she headed toward his room. Hearing a loud bang come farther from down the hall she headed toward it her eyes dropping from weariness. The bathroom door was slightly open and a curse floated out of the door. "Malfloy what are you doing?" She hissed as she saw the contents of one of the drawers scattered across the floor. Beginning to help him pick up she frowned as she shoved the drawer back in its place. With a sigh she shook her head as he began to say something. "Never mind I don't want to know." Holding up her hand to silence any response she began to leave the room.

"Whatever stupid mudblood." The whisper traveled to her ears causing her to spin around a lay a stinging slap across the haughty prude's face. With a gasp a hand gripped her hair pulling her head back to look in his grey eyes. "Don't ever do that again." Hermione barred her teeth against the pain of her hair and kicked his shin as he released her she laid another forceful smack on his face leaving a prickling red handprint. Eyeing him carefully she held her ground as he reached up and pulled her across the hall and shoved her against the wall. Making another swipe at her hair he pulled it to the side and stared down at her. When Draco reached up to put a hand across her mouth she bit down on his forearm causing him to pull harder at her hair. Struggling against him the friction between them cause a heat to rise up Hermione's spine made her shove at him some more. He pushed her harder against the wall and the picture next to them shook with the force. Her face pressing into the corner of it and already beginning to bruise.

Slamming his lips against hers Hermione couldn't speak or breathe for that matter. Biting down on his lip she hoped it was hard enough to cause him to retreat. Instead he pressed against her harder and the taste of his blood formed on her tongue as she finally gave up fighting and fell into the kiss with a passion reserved for that kind of moment. With a hiss Draco pulled away from her as she dug her nails into his neck. As he pulled away and swiped at the wound she tried to make her escape but he grabbed at her and let his body weight pin her to the ground. Both of them were panting as he kissed her again holding himself to her. Her breathing was ragged as she tried to pull it in through her nose. Twisting to pull away from him she sucked in air but he soon had her face in his hand and had her bottom lip between his. Nipping it she could feel the wound begin to bleed. Still not having enough air for it to be sufficient she tried to pull away again but he was holding her there.

Finally pulling away from her they were staring angrily at each other both breathing roughly and bleeding. Hermione's hair fell into her eyes and Draco pushed it away running his hand down her jaw bone as the anger retreated from him and her. She reached up and kissed him one more time before pushing him off her and getting up to finish dinner. She just really hoped no one asked about their lips or the four scratches that were swiped across Draco's neck and the bruise that was likely forming on her cheek. "I really hate you Malfloy." Hermione hissed as she stormed into the kitchen.

Following her with a smirk he leaned against the door frame. "No you don't otherwise you wouldn't have been kissing me back. Watching as she poured the spaghetti into a bowl and began mixing the sauce and noodles he went up behind her and ran a hand down her hip causing her to suck in a breath and drop the spoon. Trying to shake him off he trailed kisses down her neck.

"Malfloy!" Her saviors came in the form of a middle aged couple known as her parents. Draco jumped away from her and from the corner of her eyes she could see him shift uncomfortably then retreat to the bathroom. Sneaking greedy eyes over his shoulder he winked at her before exiting completely. Hermione slowed her breathing and poured spaghetti onto plate's nonchantly crying out "Dinner time!"