Memo: Hi again everyone, Sorry for the long delay. Thats what you get for telling me to update making lame excuses for me to update faster XD. Anyway I've been busy at school and don't say I have the weekends to update. Because I don't. I work both days so :P. A bit immature today... Enjoy chapter XIII.

PS. I love Constructive Reviews but Hate people telling me to update. Try and stay on my good side. Don't say sorry for telling me to update - It only annoys me more

Hermione sat in her bedroom, wringing her hands. She was trapped inside the dormitory with Draco. She and Draco had been… they had been… conversing for so long that Sir Bentley must have run off to tea before letting her out. She sighed, growling at her misfortune.
She could hear Malfoy cursing and throwing things around in his bedroom. The wall was thick, so he must have been making quite a racket. She sighed, the memory dancing across her mind distractingly.

'God he's such a good kisser,' Hermione thought as her lips played with Malfoy's. What had happened to their argument? She didn't care anymore. This was just too good. He was just too irresistible.
She whispered something against his lips though she didn't hear it. It made him responds, pulling her ever tighter against him. She felt like melting against his arms. She wished she had superglue smeared over her lips so they would be forever stuck like this.
She giggled at such a silly thought.

"Are you laughing at me, Granger?" Malfoy pulled back and hissed before commencing to kiss her neck and collarbone erotically. She hummed and ran her hands through his hair, breathing heavily against him.

"Because it feels good," Hermione mumbled. He hissed laughter against her skin and Hermione leaned down and began to kiss him again. Stupid medicine. Stupid sexual side effects. Stupid Malfoy. Stupid Sir Bentley. Stupid Professors.
She realized that all of her chap stick that she had applied earlier was not on her lips anymore. It was on Draco; it was on his lips, his skin. A smile hooked her lip at the thought.
He reached up and ran his hand through her hair, genuine surprise coming across his face when he felt how silky it was.

"Just because it sticks out doesn't mean it's snarled," she said to him as she furrowed her eyebrows. He snickered and grabbed handfuls of her hair, causing her to give him complete control. She loved the feeling. Malfoy being in authority as he kissed her… she wrapped her arms tightly around him and kissed him deeper.
Then he began to unbutton her robes. She furrowed her eyebrows and smacked his hands away and then continued to kiss him deeply.
He tried once again moments later. She recoiled, pulling back and glaring at him.

"What are you doing?" she asked. He kissed her chin, the fine bone of her jaw, and her neck. He was still pressed tightly against her. Why did he have to feel so good? Why couldn't he have been really bad at kissing? She could barely mask her pleasure.

"You did this to me, Granger. Now you have to deal with the consequences," he mumbled against her skin and cut off her objection by kissing her deeply again, unbuttoning her robes and slipped his hands beneath her shirt and on the soft skin of her stomach.

She shoved him backwards violently.

"Stop it, Malfoy!" she snapped at him. "I let you kiss me, I didn't say that we could…" she went a deep crimson colour. Malfoy slapped his knee and began to laugh.

"Oh please, as if I'd want to do that with YOU!" he couldn't stop laughing, causing Hermione to blush even darker and fumble with her robes, buttoning them back up quickly.

"Then what was all that with the consequences?" she snapped at him, smoothing down her ruffled hair. He shrugged the cocky and smug appearance back in his posture and appearance.

"You asked me what I was doing. What was I supposed to say?" he asked. Hermione glared at him.

"You're despicable!" she snapped at him.

"You're a really bad kisser!" he snapped back.

"The thought of you just touching me makes me sick!" she snarled at him.

"I think I AM sick after that!" he said, fanning him.

"You cocky son of a…" she started, but before she could finish he thrust himself upon her, his tongue plunging into her mouth. "Ugh, get off me!" she snapped, this time having no attraction towards the boy with the full-moon-on-the-water eyes. When he didn't, still sure that he could win her over as he did last time…
She buried her knee in his groin.
He let out a strangled cry and fell to the floor, holding himself and curled up into a tight ball.
She leapt over him and to her room, slamming the door tight behind her. She didn't even offer her a painkiller this time.

So now Hermione was left in her bedroom, listening to Malfoy storm about in his room. She hated the thought that Malfoy had been her first kiss that was… well… French. He was just so good at it. That was a plus. He was Draco Malfoy. That was a minus big enough to cancel out the plus.
She groaned and rubbed her temple, the memory of him and his awful behaviour running through her mind.
She knew that she had to leave sometime. Looking at the clock, she realized that Sir Bentley should be back by now.
She quietly crept to the door, listening to Malfoy scream out a bunch of curses that made her cringe. She hoped he was just cursing because he was angry, and that he wasn't saying those things about her.
She opened it, looking around. She stared at Malfoy's door for a moment before getting the courage to tiptoe over to the exit.
She did so quietly, listening to him storm about in his room some more. That boy had to get control of his temper!
The floorboard creaked beneath her foot and she froze. No more noise was coming out of Malfoy's bedroom. She stood there, breathing heavy. She listened to him storm angrily to his door. She couldn't move. She watched him swing open the door, his clothes a mess and his hair ruffled. His eyes were darting, and they focused on her. She still couldn't move. She was entranced by him.
Then she realized that she was really digging herself deeper. She had to get out of there.
She ran for the portrait opening. He ran for her. They were running so fast that before they could stop, they collided.
Hermione tumbled to the floor.
Draco had managed to stay standing.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled and reached down to help her up. She looked at it warily before taking it, letting him help her stand. "And not just for knocking you down. I wanted to say I'm sorry for how I acted earlier," he said, not looking at her. She watched him clench and unclench his fists. She sighed, remembering that was exactly how she had been when she had been caught off guard by the effects of the medication.
She reached out and touched his arm.

"It's okay," she said. He tried to pull her in and kiss her, but she pushed him backwards. He blushed and stepped back.

"God, you have to feel like this constantly?" he asked, rubbing his neck. She sighed and nodded sadly. He shook his head. "I should have known. You always have that look on your face like you want to jump me," he said with a smirk. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"You know what; I think it'd be best if I just left for now. By the time I get back the side effects should have mostly warn off," she said.

"You know they should make this drug illegal! It may help with the pain and stuff, but the other side effects are just plain evil! Stupid Muggles!" he called out. Hermione laughed.

"Then I guess you've never heard of Viagra, have you?" she asked as she managed to leave the room, finding Sir Bentley looking rather content from his cup of tea with his date.
Malfoy furrowed his eyebrows, confused and talking to himself.

"What's Viagra?"

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