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Chapter Eight: Confrontation
"The Water-Making Spell, is a charm that summons a jet of clear, pure water and shoots it from the tip of the caster's wand and, depending on the caster's concentration and intentions, this charm can be anything from a simple jet of water to a wave…"
Hermione groaned. She usually didn't mind Professor Flitwick's classes, but this morning had her really shaken up. He was just taking it so well! He had just slept with the person he most despised and he was acting like he didn't care. She looked up from her Charms book to see everyone staring at her.
"What?" She asked slowly.
"Nothing, Miss Granger, everyone, turn to page 251 to see the movement on the wand when using this spell," Professor Flitwick said, turning everyone's attention away from Hermione.
Harry leaned over to Hermione, "What's up with you, Mione?"
"What do you mean?"
"Professor Flitwick just asked a question and you didn't even raise your hand, or anything."
Hermione glared at him, "Well, maybe I didn't know the answer!"
Harry recoiled slightly, turning back to his book.
Draco glanced over at Hermione and Harry arguing, he smirked.
Just then, Hermione walked by him. Without saying a word, she slipped a piece of parchment onto his desk and continued to walk by, pretending to go to the shelf for a book. She watched Draco from behind the basket of all different kinds of Charm books, as he opened the parchment and read the words in her neat and tidy script:
'I have to talk to you about you know what. Meet me in the empty classroom on the 4th floor after DADA.'
Draco looked up at her and nodded his head as the monster of curiosity ate away at his insides. And then there was a low and throaty purring sound coming from under my desk.
He stared at Mrs. Norris directly in those large sickly yellow orb-like eyes, challenging her to try anything.
"Shoo," He whispered, swiping his hand at it. "Get out, you ugly little –"
"Draco!" Pansy scolded him, "what the hell are you doing?"
"The fucking cat is under my table, how the hell did it get in here anyway?"
"Draco, it doesn't matter. You're going to get in trouble, and do you know what happens when you get in trouble?"
Draco rolled his eyes, "Yeah, we lose house points. Who cares?"
"You should, your head boy now," She reminded him, "you can't be the childish person that you were in the previous years."
"Pansy, when did you become Granger?" Draco chuckled.
Pansy sighed, "Look I'm just trying to help. So is Blaise. Right, Blaise?"
Pansy looked over at Blaise, who was staring at a Gryffindor with dark brown hair and grayish blue eyes.
The girl smiled seductively back at Blaise, batting her eyelashes.
"Stop staring the ditz and pay attention, Blaise!" Pansy whispered, hitting Blaise on the arm.
"Is there a problem over there, Miss Parkinson?" Professor Flitwick asked.
"No, Professor."
When the professor turned back to a student he was helping, Pansy turned and glared at Draco.
"Do you see what you did?"
"Correction, what you did. He specifically said your name, not mine."
"Whatever," Pansy said, rolling her eyes, "what is that?"
"What's what?" Draco asked back innocently.
Pansy glared at him, snatching the piece of paper stashed inside his Charms book.
"What does Granger mean? What happened?"
"Nothing! Pansy, do you ever get tired of telling me what to do?"
"No I don't, because you can't take care of yourself!" Pansy answered.
Draco rolled his eyes, "It was a rhetorical question."
"Alright, your paper is due on Wednesday. If you don't know what you are supposed to be turning in, well then you should have been paying attention." Professor Flitwick said, "Class is dismissed!"
The rest of the morning went by slowly, but once DADA was over Draco was not as drowsy as he was before.
Draco walked up the winding staircase, ignoring the portraits that were saying their hellos.
Draco turned the knob on the door leading to empty Potions room. He walked over to a table, sitting on it after he wiped off the dust with the back of his hand. He put his feet up on the chair in front of him.
After five minutes, she finally walked into the room; she sat down on the chair that his feet were on.
"Finally, I thought that I was going to have to go to the hospital wing to see if you fell down the staircase," Draco snorted.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Ha-ha, very funny. We need to talk."
"Wow, I feel like you're about to dump me."
"Malfoy, this is serious. We had sex!"
"Stop talking so loud, what's wrong with you? I wouldn't prefer that those stupid Patil twins and their slut friend with the dumb ass flower name find out and tell the entire school!"
"Stop joking around this is serious, don't you get that!" Hermione yelled.
"We do have to talk about this-unless," He stopped, "you are admitting that throughout all these years of fights, you are in love me!"
Hermione scoffed, "As if, I would have to like you first!"
Draco hated to admit it, but he was hurt.
"Can we please talk about this?"
"What is there to talk about?" His shoulders slumped. "You were pretty clear."
Hermione furrowed her brow. "How was I clear?"
Draco's blue eyes shone with fury. His face contorted with failed words.
She threw her head back and laughed. It was the wrong move, as Draco stood so suddenly she almost fell out of her chair. Hermione yelped. And it was a good thing she did because it kept Draco from storming off more than a few feet away.
Talking to his back wasn't any easier than talking to his face. She breathed deep to stifle a giggle. "I'm sorry, Malfoy."
"You can keep saying that, but will you ever mean it."
He lifted his head and turned around to look at her. Even in the dimmest of lights his eyes seemed to shine.
They took her, whole heartedly, all of her.
They took every bit of her attention, swallowing her up. Even if at that moment they were hit by a meteor she wouldn't have noticed.
Everything was Draco.
Draco was everything.
"Um…." I faltered. "I don't know, I erm…"
He leaned towards Hermione, his face just inches from hers. Tingles ran down her spine and she heard the rushing noise of blood in her ears. Hermione held her breath. He tilted his head, angled so that their mouths would fit together.
She tugged Draco closer, her tentative hands tangling in his hair, pulling him until she was sandwiched tightly between him and the door, her petite frame pressed up against his tall, muscular one. Draco moved his right hand to cup the back of her head, while he groaned loudly against her mouth.
'He groaned because of me' Hermione thought.
The groan was loud, feral and erotic. Hermione would remember that sound and the way it vibrated against her lips, echoing into her mouth, for the rest of her life. She felt the blood course through her, hot and thick, as her skin bloomed under his touch. She had never wanted anything more than to feel his arms around her and his lips against hers.
Draco's lips enveloped her, owned her. A fire ignited inside as their bodies moved together, soft curves against unyielding steel. Hermione inhaled frantically, but it wasn't enough. Her head grew light.
Draco swore he could feel her heartbeat through his shirt they were so tightly bound together. His left hand trailed under the hem of her blouse to inch toward the bare skin of her lower back. He moaned again as his fingers spread across that valley, claiming it. He didn't need to see it to know that it was beautiful and precious.
Hermione pulled off his tie and leaned forward to wrap her arms around his neck, tugging him until their bodies were flush against one another. She nibbled his full lower lip and moaned as his tongue slowly traced the curve of her mouth.
Suddenly, his fingers were touching her collar bones and moving to her back, gliding across the surface of her skin as it began to flush and heat.
Draco picked her up, placing her on the dusty table. He pulled off her shirt exposing her red bra.
She laid her back on the table.
He started kissing down her jawline, sucking on her nape.
Hermione moaned.
Suddenly the door shot open, and the sound of giggling came from the girl with bright red hair.
Hermione let out a little scream, pushing Draco off of her, literally jumping off the table.
"Harry! Ginny! What are you doing in here?"
"The same reason as you apparently!" Ginny said, glaring at Draco.
"It isn't what you think; we just came in here to talk." Hermione stated
Hermione looked behind her, underneath the table.
"Are you looking for this?" Harry asked, throwing her shirt at her.
"Hermione, you promised that you weren't going to do this again!" Ginny yelled at her.
"Again?" Harry asked.
"You three obviously need to be alone, but let's just face it. She can't get enough of me," Draco said, simply.
Hermione glared at him, throwing his green tie at him.
Draco sat down next to Pansy in the Great Hall.
"So, how was it?" She asked
"How was what?" Draco responded back.
"Your talk with Granger."
"Oh, yeah it was fine,"
Draco felt a little blush creep up on his pale cheeks.
"Fine was it? You're blushing," she stated smiling.
"I am not." Draco said, blushing even more.
"Your hair looks like a hurricane went through it, or to be more specific, someone's hands!"
"Pans, what are you talking about? Whose hands would be in my hair?"
Pansy laughed loudly. "Hermione Granger's." She smirked. "I think you fancy her."
"What? No! That's absolutely ridiculous!" He exclaimed all in one breath. "That's absolutely insane Pansy."
"Mhm," She replied, smirking.
"You may deny it now, Draco. But look at that smile on your face." Pansy said, picking up a biscuit in the basket in front of her, "I haven't seen that smile on your face since Potter got picked for the Tri Wizard Tournament. Draco, you look like a fool in love."
Draco rolled his eyes. "I am not in love, Pansy." He assured her. "Is it really hard to believe that I'm having a wonderful morning?"
"I bet you like waking up to her, don't you Draco?" she taunted.
"What do you mean, waking up to her?"
"You live in the same dorm, you wake up and she's there. Why, what did you think I meant?"
"Nothing!" Draco said, a little too quickly.
"You thought that I meant, you two had sex and woke up together, didn't you!"
He didn't respond.
"Well of course I didn't mean it, you haven't had sex with her, right?"
"Of course not," he answered nervously.
Pansy eyed him carefully then gasped, "You did, didn't you!"
"Pansy," He scolded, "could we go somewhere private, you know where the entire school can't hear us?"
Pansy shot up, grabbing ahold of Draco's wrist. Causing a few stares, wondering why she was dragging him out of the room so suddenly.
They walked into a hallway, which was deserted since everyone was in the Great Hall.
"Did you have sex with Hermione Granger?"
"Maybe," Draco said quietly.
"Yes or no!" Pansy stated like a parent scolding their child.
Draco sighed, "Yes,"
"Do you like her?" She asked.
"Yeah, a little," he answered slowly, looking down at his shoes.
"Then you need to tell her," Pansy said.
"I can't, Pansy. It's not my style; I usually hook up with a girl then it's over. I don't do relationships," He told her.
"Whatever, Draco, but I think that you're making the wrong decision. You are going to end up like Blaise, chasing after girls; he's been like that ever since he was dumped. And it's sad to watch, I don't want to see you end up like that."
Pansy continued down the hall, leaving Draco alone with his thoughts.
Pansy was about to turn down the hallway that lead to the Great Hall when she bumped into Hermione.
"I'm sorry, I've just got a lot on my mind- oh, it's you"
"Wait!" Pansy yelled, reaching her hand out and placing it on Hermione's shoulder.
"He really cares about you, Draco I mean."
Hermione sighed in annoyance, "Why does everyone keep saying that!"
"Because it's true, and it obvious to everyone, except you," she explained to Hermione
"Well he has a funny way of showing his feelings," Hermione laughed.
"Draco has had a hard life, he isn't good with relationships. Ever since his mother died, you know about that right?"
Hermione looked down at her feet sadly, "Yeah he told me."
"He wouldn't tell anyone that, you really have a hold on him. Anyway when his mother died, he never really was the same. He kind of shut down, he may look like his normal self, but on the inside he's breaking. I think that you responding positively to his feelings for you, then he might open up."
"I'll try, but I'm not going to make any promises," She responded.
"Alright, Granger, see you later."
Hermione walked away, her head filled with all the information that Pansy had just given to her.
"Merlin, I'm going to go crazy," She said to herself.
"Talking to yourself, Granger?" A familiar voice asked. "You know, people say that it's the first step towards insanity."
Hermione looked up to see a smiling Draco.
"If I ask you a question, would you promise to tell me the truth?" Hermione asked.
"That depends on what the question is."
"About what happened, did that mean anything to you?"
Draco didn't know what to say, he didn't expect her to say that.
"Uh, I don't know." He stuttered.
Hermione smiled sweetly, "I'll talk to you later, Draco."
"Did you just call me Draco?" He asked confused.
"Did I? I think your catching the insanity too."
With that Hermione turned around and walked away, with a smirk on her face. Leaving behind a stunned Draco.