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A/N: well guys, with this chapter, we'll half way through my story already *cheers* … never thought that I would get this far with it, and it's all thanks to you ^^ thank you guys… please continue on reading and supporting me!

P.S. I hate when other authors make these huge A/N's but I really feel the need to explain myself this time… so bear with me this time ok, guys ? :s I am very sorry for the delay of this chapter, but I really had my reasons… now, while I couldn't give you this chapter, I wrote a three-shot. Purely smutty thing, just for you guys . now, when I post it, I'll mention it somewhere here, so you'll now…I am sorry again and I hope you'll still read… :s on with this story (finally .")

(…) 8pm. Charms classroom.

Draco Malfoy was marching through still half-full corridors and got more irritated with step he made. So many eyes were watching him, so many whispers flew around. And all were about him. He almost turned around and sent them all to a place where no one wants to be sent, but being a Malfoy he somehow managed to get his temper under control: "Breathe, in and out, in and out…" With that thought he reached the Charms classroom and breathed out almost with relief. Now all he had to do was get in there, listen to Granger babbling a bit, nod cleverly and then, - he actually thought over a possibility of staying with her after the meeting- "hmpf!"- and then go back to his dorm to get some sleep… there was a buzz upon his entrance, but as the door closed behind his back, dead silence was the only thing that could be heard… He smirked – fear. Fear is good. As he took a seat in the most luxurious looking armchair in the classroom (which, of course was conjured only for the purpose of him being comfortable) something big and brown, and purring jumped onto his lap and he automatically started patting and stroking it's fur.

-Good kitty.- he said silently, as fur boll purred once more. He couldn't help it. He had a weakness, and that weakness was cats. All room were already drop-dead with silence, with their jaws on the floor (almost) when the door opened once more and Hermione Granger strode in.

-Well it's about time, Granger.- said Draco standing up with the cat in his arms (the thing was still purring much to Draco's satisfaction.

-Whiskers! –she was shocked- Why are you still alive?- she then asked Malfoy curiously, who almost choked upon hearing her question.

-Why, pray tell, shouldn't I be?- he, for the first time in his life, was almost out of words.

-Well,-she answered smiling,- my cat usually attacks anyone and anything that dares to approach him, exception being me and Harry, but you… I can't believe this, he's actually purring. Now that is something that you wouldn't see every day… But anyway! – she turned to the prefects who were already starting to murmur, and she realized that her attention to them had the perfect timing indeed; Parkinson was about to sputter some nonsense out loud and that was unacceptable – today the goal of our meeting is to cover the topic of our "vacation" the upcoming weekend…

(…) after all the explanation tired and somewhat disappointed students were leaving one by one to their respectable dormitories Hermione noticed that she was left with only Malfoy in the room. All alone. Crap. And not only that, but the bastard was still holding her precious kitty in his arms. She noticed his lips were moving and with a sight decided that she probably needs to listen to what he was babbling about:

-…so…I guess he's staying with me tonight.- Hermione needed a couple on seconds to realize that he was, indeed, talking about her pet.

-What are you… NO! Whiskers, come here, love, let's go to bed… - she started rather seductively and Draco almost groaned from the sound of her voice alone, but

, of course, his Malfoy-ness wouldn't let him do it.

-Why not? Nights are getting cooler you know, and I do need something to keep me warm…- she could swear his innuendos were intentional. 'I won't just give up to this bastard.' She thought angrily before replying.

-Well, so do I, and having in mind that Whiskers, after all, is my cat, there's no question where he'll be staying tonight.

-Oh, so you also get cold, don't you… well, if hat's the case, why don't we…- he put the cat down and came closer to her. So close, in fact that they were almost touching.- share our warmth?- his last words came out barely as a whisper before his lips gently covered her own. Hermione gasped in surprise and he used her confusion to deepen the kiss. His hands snaked themselves around her waist and pulled her into his warm body. When she still wasn't responding to him, he used some pressure and gently nibbled at her lip. She couldn't hold in a moan and he used the little gap to get inside her mouth. That was when she actually started responding. He grunted in satisfaction and continued to kiss her life out of her. Firstly, she honestly considered biting of his tongue, but after one little move that he made inside her mouth… she almost melted in his arms. Her legs were giving out so she she put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. She felt him smirking and bit him for that. It didn't draw blood, but it still wasn't a gentle nibble. Now she was the one smirking. They continued their kiss and her hands found their way into his hair, while his pulled her even further into him and then started exploring her body. She moaned into his mouth and felt him gasp when her breasts brushed against him. Suddenly, there was a loud BAM from the corridor and they jumped apart. Draco looked into her eyes and saw there fear. Humiliation. And something that he couldn't actually put his finger on. Then she spun around and fled the room. Draco sat down on the table and took a few deep breathes before he too, stood up and left the classroom…

(…) now Hermione knew why exactly he was called the Sex God. If he could make her into a little wet thing on the floor with only a few kisses…. She dared not to think any further then that… going back to her dormitory, she swiftly looked in the mirror. Then she stood for good. She stared into her reflection and tried to figure out who was that thing in front of her. That couldn't possibly be her. That girl, with fogged from lust eyes, puffy, ruby red lips and looking like she was thoughtfully shagged. No, that couldn't possibly be her….

(…) in the mean time, Draco found himself on the roof again. He was smoking. Again. 'What in the name of Merlin's pants was I thinking? To kiss her… what is wrong with me?' calm, gentle thoughts were running through his head…

-Owari-

A/N: my hands ran away from me. This was NOT what I had written in my book… this was NOT how everything was… ech, never mind. -.- I'll scold my hands later… Now, whoever guesses what in this chapter was supposed to be differently, gets a cookie! ^.^

I'll try to get the next chapter up sooner. Please, please don't give up on me yet, oki? :s