Chapter Twenty-two: Playing With Fire

Previously: I felt him smile and shift slightly underneath me, reaching into his jacket pocket before pulling something box-shape from it. I frowned at the green object before me.

"It isn't right to have this child a bastard, Hermione…" Tom whispered, fixing his gaze with mine, love pouring from his eyes.

I gasped as the meaning of his words struck home and the next few moments seemed a blur.

"Hermione Dehavilland; marry me?" he chuckled, opening the box to reveal a gorgeous silver ring with a large emerald stone between two small diamonds. My heart leapt.

"Yes." And with that I leaned forward to capture Tom's lips with mine.

Draco Malfoy P.O.V

Two months later, Room of requirements

"What do you want?" I growled, keeping my distance from the girl, a scowl on my features and my hand itching to fetch my wand.

She smiled sweetly, malice lighting her eyes in the dimly lit room. Her hand was toying innocently with her hair like a flirty teenager. She was beautiful; no doubt about it, but her presence disgusted me. Her pretty face disgusted me. She was a Veela, no doubt; the grandmother of Fleur Delacour by the looks of it.

She took a teasing step towards me, her fingers now playing with the trim of her skirt, which was conveniently cut a few inches shorter than the dress code allowed. I watched her carefully as she came to a graceful halt two feet away from me. I could practically see the clogs turning in her head as she mentally formed a plan.

"I should be asking you zat," she purred, sliding a delicate finger down my chest and leaning forward with a smirk to whisper, "but I guess zat what we bo's dezire…iz very similar."

I felt my lips curl into a smirk at the thought but quickly caught myself and transformed it into a scowl. "I have no idea what you mean." I spat, narrowing my eyes at her.

My insides were on fire. Maybe she knew about my feelings for Hermione, but if so, why did she care so much? She hated Hermione; really hated her. As if I'd help this sour bitch to upset the girl I loved!

She seemed a bit insane to me anyway, so I wouldn't put it past her to believe such crazy things. After all, she was practically in love with Tom Riddle! How crazy did you have to be to find him more attractive than me?

I wondered whether he had accidentally slipped a Love Potion into Hermione's drink one day to make her become infatuated with him… but she insisted that her feelings were 100% genuine for him. It shocked me that she could turn me down, but she couldn't turn him down. He really wasn't that special; he was a bastard child anyway. Why would Hermione want a prick like him when she could have me at her beck and call? She didn't make sense; but I was certain that one day she would realise her mistake and return to me, where I could really take care of her.

"I zink you do," she continued, "you dezire ze Dehavilland girl." I winced at her pronunciation of our chosen name. it was like she'd tortured it at brutally morphed it into something completely different. "Deevalond" she said. Seemed to me that the whole school was aware of our little lie about being adopted siblings. They all seemed to believe it pretty easily; fools.

"What's it to you?" I sneered, appraising her cautiously down my nose where she peered up at me innocently. She batted her eyelashes every now and then, although I couldn't understand why; it wasn't me she fancied so why was she hopelessly trying to flirt?

"I am sure you are aware of 'ou I 'ave taken a liking to, Oui?" she asked slowly.

I smirked nastily and gave her a sharp nod before stepping around her, avoiding her touch and heading for the door. "Well," I began, "It was truly touching having this little heart-to-heart with you about you're crush, but I have better things to do with my time. Tara!"

As my hand enclosed around the handle of the door, I felt some fingers clutch at my arm tightly…very tightly. I forced myself not to wince and steadied my breathing; she was really pissing me off.

"What?" I snapped.

She hesitated before saying quietly, "I need your 'help, and I know I can 'elp you too."

My ears pricked up. Well, why didn't she just say so before? This made the world of difference.

"Help how?" I replied, feeling her grip on me loosen slightly before her hand fell from my arm and turning my head slightly so I could watch her out of the corner of my eye. She looked unhappy, miserable even. But it didn't bother me; why would it?

"I know of 'oo you love;" she whispered, "'erminyy."

Hearing it from someone's lips made my stomach drop. No one was supposed to know, but someone this girl did. "Indeed." I replied after a while. The girl seemed frozen before me, waiting for me to restart the conversation. I sighed, exasperated and continued.

"Ok, so tell me what you want to do."

Her face brightened significantly and she ushered me towards a comfortable looking sofa before chirping enthusiastically about the starts of a plan forming in her head.

Hermione Granger P.O.V

My feet were soar and just a tiny bit swollen. This was my fourth month of pregnancy and although the morning sickness was cured, I still had souring pains in my skull and my bump was beginning to get gradually more visible everyday. It was such a pain not being able to get…intimate with Tom because the sexual tension between us was almost unbearable!

He seemed to be looking more and more handsome lately, and the more handsome he looked, the more muscular he looked! I had just started to notice just now masculine his hands were; pale, but nice big hands and long fingers. I had accidentally caught him in the shower just a week ago, and I was certain his muscles were improving. Not that they needed improving anyway…but I could have leapt on him. I was drooling!

I loved it when I could run my fingers through his silky black hair, and watch his eyes darken with lust when my fingers trailed lower than his belly button, creating butterflies in his stomach. I loved how I could get him nervous. But the thing I loved most about our intimacy is that unlike some men, he served to please me above anything else. He wouldn't be satisfied until he had brought me to such a shivering wreck of pleasure than I was almost unable to tear myself from my trance. Only then would he allow me to satisfy him with my own talents.

I watched him from afar as yet again, the French slag fussed over him; offering to accommodate him back to his common room, suggesting a trip into Hogsmeade, a drink on the Astronomy Tower…Merlin knows what else she has suggested. I thanked Merlin that Tom wasn't the slightest bit interested in her, his full attention was on me. I was the only girl he would be taking on the Astronomy Tower, in fact, the only girl he would ever be taking now. If I couldn't have him, I would make sure no one else could either. He was the father of my child, and the sooner that slag realised this, the better. But I couldn't tell anyone. This couldn't get out or I would be forced to drop from school sooner or later, and I needed my NEWTS!

My attention was so focused on the blonde Veela that I didn't notice another blonde walking up behind me, and suddenly I felt myself being lifted into the air by a pair of strong arms and pulled into a bone crushing hug. I gasped, feeling all the air being knocked out of me in one sharp tug. It actually hurt a little, but my first thought was my baby. I kicked my legs about as an attempt to shake the stranger off me, and to my advantage, felt the heel of my boots strike a very hard surface. I winced at the sudden pain that shot through my foot, but that was nothing compared to the crack that was heard when the person holding me crashed to the floor, taking me with them!

I cried out, prepared to face a very hard landing, but instead landed softly, seemingly on the body of my "attacker". I heard an uncomfortable grunt from below me and spun my head to finally lay my eyes on the person who so rudely disturbed me. I almost laughed when I found Draco lying below me, my legs straddling his waist and my hands bracing myself on his chest. I gasped when I saw him wincing in pain and moved to lift myself from the awkward position, but Draco seemed to have other ideas.

His arms automatically wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him, when he felt me shift from the position. A triumphant smirk appeared on his face at my fatal mistake.

"D-Draco?" I said, anxiety dripping from my lips like poison. "I'm sorry; I wouldn't have kicked if I knew it was you…" I murmured, feeling my cheeks blazing with embarrassment.

Draco chuckled and removed a hand to brush his hair out of his eyes and sat up slightly before reuniting his hand with the same position on my waist, albeit a slightly bit lower than before. I wanted to tell Draco to let me go, but I felt compelled not to. I put it down to hormones.

"Forgiven," he chuckled, stroking my side with his thumb gently, "It didn't hurt…too much." He winked and laughed when I dropped my head to hide my blush, biting my lip.

I seemed to have completely forgotten that I was still straddling him, and I failed to notice that our encounter had turned quite a few nosy heads.

"Maybe you should let me get up now," I suggested timidly, refusing to meet his eyes. We shouldn't have been sitting in that position; it wasn't right and Tom wasn't even a minute away from where we were lying.

My thoughts suddenly wavered to how heavy I must have been for all the added weight and my self consciousness began gnawing at my head annoyingly.

I was startled by the aroused tone in Draco's voice when he purred, "I rather like this position, actually. But feel free to suggest another if you get too uncomfortable," he winked, causing my cheeks to blaze again, but when I spoke next I made sure no trace of anxiety could be heard from my lips.

"I am uncomfortable, Draco. Let go of me or I'll hex you into next summer." I threatened, preparing myself to grab my wand if he refused.

Draco's chuckle vibrated deeply in his chest as I watched him through narrow eyes as he removes one hand to slip into his robes and pull out a rather familiar wand. My wand.

"How on earth did you manage that?" I asked, stunned and helplessly trying to retrieve my wand which he kept easily out of my reach. He winked, yet again, and tapped his nose mysteriously with my wand.

"Give me my wand." I growled, feeling anger building in my stomach. He could be such a jerk sometimes.

"On one condition;" he replied confidently.

"Depends what it is…" I said cautiously, narrowing my eyes at the scheming Slytherin with his trade mark smirk and cunning silver eyes.

"Meet me in your common room, in five minutes and you can have your wand back."

I frowned, "Something tells me there's something more to this deal than you're letting on…" I sounded unconvinced, which was good, because I knew there was more to it than Draco was spouting.

"I'm hurt than you would even think that I would do such an immoral thing to my dear, dear Hermione!" he feigned offence but soon snapped out of it and said smoothly, "No; no catch, no nothing. Just meet me where and when I wish to and you can have your wand back when you get there."

Tom Riddle P.O.V

"Have you seen Hermione?" I asked.

Cygnus placed his book down on the table and replied, "Mhmm, she left almost fifteen minutes ago."

"Did you see where she went?"

"Seemed like she was going to her common room to me," he murmured.

I nodded and exited the Slytherin common room.

Hermione P.O.V

"Draco, this is stupid. Just give me my wand back!" I demanded, crossing my arms at the amused wizard and frowning angrily.

He sat before me, appearing very comfortable in my arm chair with a smirk across his face and his eyes shining with an emotion I didn't recognise on his face.

"Ok, I have another condition;" he replied smoothly, leaning forward slightly to stare into my eyes, "You let me kiss you, and you get your wand." He whispered.

"No way!" I shrieked, without a thought. Did he really think I'd kiss another person when I had a fiancé who happened to be the father of my child? He had a bloody cheek. But his lips did look nice…No! I shouldn't have been thinking like that! I was in love with my fiancé, end of. Draco was a spoilt brat, as if I'd give Tom up for someone as childish as him.

"If you want your wand back, then it's the only option, Hermione." He purred, trailing his finger down my cheek slowly, teasing my skin, "I can tell by your eyes that you want to just as much as I,"

I gulped, almost frightened by his words. I shouldn't have been thinking or feeling such things, but his lips were just too tempting and all trace of Tom seemed to disintegrate from my mind. I felt myself take a step forward, until I was standing directly between his legs.

My eyes were focused on his lips which he moistened with a flick of his tongue. He was smirking triumphantly; he knew that I had given in…partly. I couldn't help but notice how his lips were thinner than Tom's. No doubt, I preferred Tom's lips to Draco's…so why did I want to kiss him so badly?

My thoughts were torn from me when I felt myself being roughly tugged forward so I was straddling Draco. I tried to pull away from such an intimate position but failed as his hands shot forward to hold my hips firmly against him. Ok, I was panicking. I was so stupid! Why did I let myself get in such a situation?

"You want me, Hermione." He purred in my ear, his cold hands running slowly up my side, bunching up my top to expose my stomach. My eyes widened when I felt his mouth on my neck, his warm breath tickling the skin below my ear making me shiver. I heard him chuckle and pull me closer so I could feel him against my thigh. Well, how could I miss it?

I closed my eyes and inhaled, shaking under his touch then everything seemed to go so fast. His lips were pressed against mine roughly, and my eyes flew open. I pushed against him chest, kicking my legs for him to let me go, but he just pulled me tighter against him. I felt his tongue tickle my lower lip before forcing my mouth open. I squealed, punching his chest with my fists, trying with all my might to force him off me. My attempts failed and I earned a grunt of disapproval from Draco before he tore his lips from mine and clutched my thighs tightly. Draco stood up quickly, wrapping my legs around his hips tightly.

"Draco," I growled, "let me go."

He laughed and removed one of his hands to trail slowly down my throat. "Just wait, Hermione; you'll be screaming my name in no time."

My eyes narrowed at his words and just as I was about to kick off with another struggle, I was interrupted by someone entering the room.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Tom hissed.