Chapter Two: Passions Ignited

For a moment, Hermione couldn't breathe. It felt like all the air had been sucked from the room and all there was left was Draco Malfoy...kissing her. Me? Why me? I thought I was just some filthy mudblood too dirty to even think of. Why is he kissing me? Oh wait, I'm probably supposed to kiss back...

He had pulled back by the time she had registered she was supposed to respond to his fervent kiss, and by then he was muttering his apology and stroding toward the portrait hole.

"Draco, wait..." she whispered, barely audible for anyone to hear, but he stopped before he reached the opening. She walked tentatively toward him, stopping when she was about a foot behind him. As soon as her hand reached his shoulder, he whirled around and pulled her flush against his chest and meshed her lips with his desperately. She wound her other hand in his silken blond hair and brought the hand holding his shoulder to grip the fabric at his chiseled chest.

She knew this was wrong in countless ways, but she was tired of doing the right thing. Always being the smart, sensible one, she wanted to be the one who took risks, even if they were bound to be disastrous in the end. Draco Malfoy was a risk she was willing...make that dying to take.

"Say it again...please..." His husky voice whispered into her neck, almost pleading with her.

She was confused. She tried to think of what she might've said to make him want to hear it again, but came up with nothing.

As if reading her mind, he replied to her thoughts, "my name...say it one more time."

A smile tugged at her lips as he kissed his way up her neck."Draco...Draco, Draco Draco..." She said breathily as he smiled at her collarbone.

His hand strayed to her stomach, the other still wound in her mahogany colored tresses. His fingers played at the small of her back, and he almost impatiently slid it down her bottom to her upper thigh and lifted her with one hand to wrap her legs around his waist, and carried her to the cherry wooden desk across the room and plopped her on top of it. He then slid his hands from knee to thigh seductively as if asking for permission. His head still slighly bent, he looked up at her through his tousled white-blonde hair.

She smiled at him, "Draco, I--"

"Hermione?? Are you in there?!"

She closed her eyes and sighed, letting her head hit the wall behind her. She had forgotten that she told Ron and Harry to fetch her for dinner so she wouldn't have to walk alone. She opened her eyes to apologize to Draco...but he was gone. She looked around the room, but there was no trace of him anywhere. She hadn't even felt him leave her. How in the world did he leave the room without using the portrait hole?

"HERMIONE!!! We know you're in there! Hurry UP, I'm HUNGRY!!!" Ron's whiny yell filled her room, and she was instantly annoyed.

"Yes, yes, I'm coming!" She hollered back, buttoning her blouse back up. She didn't even remember Draco unbuttoning it. Thoughts filled with his fiery kisses, she exited her Head Girl dormitory and rushed to Harry and Ron's side.

"What's with you? Why d'you look all flushed?" Harry looked inquisitively at her, his brow furrowed with wonder. "Don't tell me you were...you know...cause that'd be wierd."

"What are you talking about Harry?" She gave an impressive show of innocense as she trotted toward the Great Hall.

"Er...nevermind..." He continued to walk as if he'd said nothing.

"That'd be silly anyway." Ron chuckled to himself, thinking it stupid to even ask.

She stopped cold, an icy look marring her features. "Exactly what would be silly, Ronald?"

Ron gulped inwardly, a look of fear crossing his freackled face. "Er...nothing, Herms. I didn't mean it that way...you know that!" He popped her in the shoulder and gave a lopsided grin, which she found utterly annoying at the moment.

"Oh, shove it. Both of you!" She spat and stomped off in the direction of the Great Hall. "Stupid prats." She muttered, wondering why she had ever befriended them in the first place.