-Won't Go Home Without You- Maroon 5

"I asked her to stay but she wouldn't listen

And she left before I had the chance to say

Oh

The words that would mend, the things that were broken

But now it's far too late, she's gone away…"

Draco sulked his way through his classes, not paying attention to anything in the world. His mind is set on the night previous.

Draco strutted through the hallways of Hogwarts, giving detentions to anyone he pleased. It was his right after all. You know, being a pureblood Slytherin Malfoy and of course his power as a prefect and member of the Inquisitorial Squad. Thinking he heard a voice, he slowed his steps and tip-toed to the corner of a hall. He peeped over the corner and saw familiar red and gold robes and frizzy brown hair disappearing in a door.

Once she disappeared, Draco rounded the corner and saw nothing but a wall. 'I've heard of this. The Room of Requirement. What would Granger need with it?' Draco wondered. He paced the wall three times thinking, 'I want to go where Granger went.' Nothing. 'I want to know the place of Granger's secret room.' A door appeared and he opened it. It was just a closet. 'I want a place for me and Gr- Hermione to go. Where no one else will find us.' Another larger door appeared and he opened it, finding a harp, bear-skinned rug, fire place and couch with a green and gold throw on it. Hermione was sitting in front of the fire clad in a silk green robe.

"I knew you'd be here soon, Theo. It has been so long, really. With the…club meetings I've been having and Umbridge's strict rules. I thank that you're finally here." She whispered, making it hard to catch.

'Theo? Surely she doesn't mean Nott…I think that might be the only "Theo" in the school, though.' Draco thought, looking up at the green hangings with snakes on them. Slytherin.

"Are you coming?" Hermione asked, not bothering to turn around.

Draco decided to play along and smirked, dropping his robe and silently walking towards her. He knelt down behind Hermione, removing a shoulder of her robe and her hair away from her neck. He hesitated, but then kissed her neck and shoulder, sliding his hands down the robe, making it fall.

"Mm, Theo. If Harry, Ginny or…Ron were to find out about this, there would be Hell to pay."

Unknowing what to do, Draco grunted, continuing his assault on her neck and shoulders.

"I know…I always say that. And I know your friends as well. Blaise, Pansy…Malfoy… they would all freak, Theo. How are we so…" Hermione moaned. "…okay with this?"

Draco gently and rather reluctantly slid his hand down the front of her robe, skimming his fingers on her breast. She smiled and looked down. Her smile immediately turned into a frown when she saw the alabaster skin on the skillfully constructed fingers. She jumped around and stared with shock and then hatred.

"Why, Malfoy, you sickening, slimy…GIT! I can't believe you would touch me like that! What have you done to him?" Hermione yelled.

Draco flinched and held a sheepish grin that looked more like a cruel smirk.

"Oh! Hell! You enjoyed your torture on me as well! What now? You are going to tell everyone now, I suppose! I can't believe it!"

Hermione continued to rant, sending shivers down Draco's spine. She started looking for her wand when he silently went up to her and did what he regretted most; he kissed her. Hermione froze and didn't move for the slightest second before she began thrashing around him. Pulling away quickly, she 'accio-ed' her wand with her bare hands, grabbed her school books and stormed away, leaving Draco alone.

"Wait." He barely whispered before she left. She flipped her body around stared at him with such incredulity. "What?" She screeched.

"Don't leave." Draco couldn't even believe the words himself.

Hermione glared. "Fuck off Malfoy." She stormed out of the door.

Draco lowered his eyes to his Transfiguration homework and slid down the seat even more. He snuck a quick, guilty glance to Hermione who sat two rows above him, not knowing why he should be feeling like this. She was a muggle born. She was a Gryffindor. She was the biggest prude and bookworm in the history of…ever. Why was he feeling like this?