Memo: Hi, Sorry for the Delay again. I've nearly completed most of assignments. I would finish 1 completely tonight but I have to wooork '( So Sad.

Hermione was leaving her last class of the day. Thoughts of what she had done with Malfoy earlier that morning were still haunting and pleasing her. It was a strange feeling. Thinking about Malfoy and his kiss was like watching a horror movie. It was like sitting at the top of a roller coaster ride, the first drop, and the quiet clacking of the wheels preparing you for the thrilling ride ahead.

Or had she already been on the ride and was now just having the coaster-leg that follows almost everything, would she become steady again?

She knew the answer was no. When Malfoy had kissed her like that, held her like that, said her name like that...

"He said my last name," she mumbled.

"Pardon, Miss Granger?" a familiar voice asked. Hermione's eyes flickered up, Sir Bentley had raised an inquisitive eyebrow at her. She smiled. For a portrait he was such a charming man. He acted as a father: A dad away from home. She wasn't sure if that was what she needed.

She needed Malfoy...

What she needed besides that boy.

"Oh, it was nothing," she said and waved her hand about. Sir Bentley had a smug smile on his face.

"If you say so. Now say the password and hurry on in. I'm late for tea with Lady Matilda..." Hermione couldn't help but smile when a small blush touched the man's face, "and I'll be gone until suppertime. I've already warned young Mr. Malfoy of the same. He's inside right now, as a matter of fact," Sir Bentley said. "It had to do with him, didn't it?" he asked.

"What?"

"Whatever is troubling you so? As soon as I said your name you... you changed," he said and cocked his head. "Maybe I'm imagining things." She laughed and shook her head.

"Charlatan," she said through her giggles.

"I say, I am not!" he replied, looking almost hurt. This caused Hermione to giggle even harder. "Oh right... it's the password," he said and blushed even more. "I do say I feel like a nitwit. I'll just be quiet now and let you be on your way. See you this evening, Miss Granger," he said and swung upon with a very light squeak.

"Bye, Sir Bentley!" she called up to him. She didn't mind the distraction he had proven to be. Not thinking about Malfoy for a few moments had been a needed break from inner turmoil. She liked not having to think about Malfoy's exciting touch, soft lips, and arousing skills...

She cursed herself as she stepped into the Common Room. She really had to get a handle on her thoughts.

Sure enough Malfoy lay there on the couch, shirtless as usual. Except this time, he was also missing pants; he wore nothing but a pair of silver boxers.

Hermione's heart went wild at the sight of him. She was afraid to move. She did not want to draw attention to herself, because she knew she wouldn't be able to resist him if he made a move for her.

That's what she found so charming about him.

Shaking her head she took a step. The floor creaked beneath her foot and she froze. Draco did not move from his relaxed place on the couch. He simple lay there, still as a rock.

After a few moments she took anther step, this time as quiet as Crookshanks. She crept to her bedroom as quietly as she could, biting her lip. She hoped not to disturb Malfoy. After what happened... she was not prepared to deal with the consequences.

She went into her room and put her things away as quietly as possible. She was going to go off about the castle for the rest of the evening. Maybe spend time with Harry, Ron, and Ginny. She'd probably go to the library and check out that new book Professor McGonagall recommended.

She looked in the mirror, nodded approvingly at her appearance, and headed out the door.

She froze when she saw that Malfoy was no longer napping on the couch. Had he heard her? She didn't move. She listened to see if anything else moved. She heard nothing. She was surrounded by silence. She could hear her heart beating wildly and her breath shaky in her chest.

She rushed for the door. She could make it. She was so close...

Suddenly she felt a pair of strong hands grab her shoulders and pull her backwards, letting out a small yip as she was pulled around and pushed forcefully against the wall. She only caught a glimpse of Malfoy's eyes before she felt a pair of lips mesh against her own.

Hermione trembled and melted into his arms. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and kissed him with everything she had. She was squeezed between him and the wall. She was afraid of this. She knew she wouldn't be able to control herself if Malfoy kissed her again.

God he was just so good.

"What did you do to me?" he asked gruffly as he kissed her. She opened her eyes and saw him staring at her. She pushed his lips away and caught her breath. He was still pressed firmly against her and she made no move to push him back.

"That's why I stopped this... why it shouldn't happen! The painkiller I gave you, it has 'sexual side effects'," she said, her face turning red. She looked at him, his lips so kissable. He was so close, so in reach... she shook her head. "You actually think I'd let you kiss me on my own account?" he glared at him and dove in, kissing her again. She couldn't help but let a soft moan escape her lips. It was inhuman for someone to make her feel this way.

He pulled away this time, his lips so close to hers. He was teasing her, leading her on. She was so ashamed that she liked it.

Her breathing was heavy against his lips.

"Granger, you've wanted me before the medication," he told her and kissed her again, not letting her object. Her eyelids fluttered. It wasn't right. It just wasn't right!

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"No..." she whispered against him but just kissed him more. His hands held her so tightly; she was pinned to the wall. She had no escape. If she did, would she want to escape?

"Yes... you can't resist me," he told her again. Hermione tightened her lips causing Malfoy to withdraw slightly. It didn't stop him from kissing her though.

He was right. She couldn't resist him. Then again, she always loved challenges. Just because she couldn't didn't mean she wouldn't.

She shoved his entire body backwards, freeing her. Both of them just stood there, out of breath, hormones raging. They clenched their fists, staring each other down. They tried to hold themselves back. They had to. There was no way they'd EVER touch each other again.

"Malfoy, I think you're a foul disgusting slithering ferret! You think that you rule the world and you're horrible to others just so you can feel better about yourself!" she spat at him. Anger filled his eyes.

"Oh yeah? You're a filthy little mudblood. The thought of you kissing me makes me want to gag. You're an insufferable know-it-all who distracts herself from the knowledge that she's worth it by studying and reading until your brains leak out your ears!" Hermione turned red and took a step closer, her eyes flaming.

"Your father is a Death Eater. People hate you. You think its respect but it's just because they're frightened of your father. You can't even defend yourself! You have to bring around cronies like Crabbe and Goyle just to protect you when Daddy's not around!"

Malfoy took a step closer, anger seeping from every pore in his body.

"You are the most god awful wench! You're desperate for attention so you string along any boy who thinks he can have you and then just shove them away! You do the same thing in class by always knowing the answer! You're desperate and you'll never be loved!" Malfoy screamed at her.

Hermione took a step closer, her eyes almost red with anger.

"I'm desperate for attention? I string along people? You must be in denial!" Hermione laughed. Malfoy sneered.

"God, I hate you!" he screamed in her face.

"I hate you too!" Hermione screamed. They were silent for a moment.

Then Malfoy dove in and kissed her again, pushing her up against the back wall. She kissed him with everything she had, loving every second of it.