Hermione waved goodbye to Ernie smiling, when she turned back Draco was already gone and she heard his door close. She decided that maybe a shower would be good for her. Entering her room, she grabbed her towel and laid her pajamas on the bed with her bra and kickers after letting the tub fill up by itself. When she heard the water splashing onto the floor, she ran to the bathroom towel in hand. She shut the door and stripped down, slipping into the warm water.

Draco was pissed. Granger seemed to think it was alright to hog the bath. 'Patience Draco patience' the little voice in him reminded. He sat on the couch outside, facing the bathroom door so he could give her his best glare when she got out. He folded his legs under himself and stared at the ceiling for a good ten minutes. He sighed and made sparks appear from the end of his wand. When he got bored he began practicing charms and spells on the objects around him. He accidentally enlarged a book of Grangers. Not that it needed any more enlargement spells he thought while smirking. By now, his patience was wearing thin. He got up and walked to the bathroom intending to pound his fist on the door. He was two steps away with his hand raised when the door opened.

'Holy shit…'

Draco stared at her. She was practically glowing. Not from happiness, she was far from happy but her skin radiated a beautiful faint glow, he stared at her eyes that were staring back at him and when they met his, they became downcast her cheeks flooding with the most delicious color of pink. When she tilted her head down a little, a small lock of wet curly hair fell onto her cheek. He took in her wet hair that was not entirely wet but damp. His eyes traveled down to her shoulders, one bare and the other covered in silky locks. This amount of skin showing from her was enough to knock him out. His eyes traveled down to the small while towel around her and he gulped, how was it that he found her so sexy when he had seen completely naked girls before and none could make his heart thump like it was doing now. How was it that she looked endearing and yet so beautiful in the most embarrassing of situations, or remain calm and positive through out the worst. His eyes followed the length of her legs, her undeniably long legs. When they traveled back up, she was staring else where with the blush still evident.

"Excuse me," she whispered. Damn it all to hell, he'd be the most stupid man if he didn't stop her and ravish- more like worship her body like she was a goddess. She made her way to walk past him, carefully avoiding contact, when he noticed a small bruise on her upper arm. He caught her wrist gently, if he wasn't wrong he was the one that had given her that when he yelled at her in the morning. Maybe he had held her just a little too tightly. Still holding onto her wrist, he stepped infront of her took a step forward as she took one back. It was only 2 steps until she hit the wall, her hand coming up to hold the towel at the knot like she was scared. He raised his right hand and stroked the bruise on her arm. He saw goose bumps stand where he touched her. A smirk spread itself on his lips.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to," he told her as he continued to run his fingers casually on the bruise. She nodded but said nothing, his hand stroked down and hit her little pinky. He nudged her fingers with his own and when they got no reply, he did it again. Her fingers twitched just a little and he intertwined their hands together marveling at how perfectly her hand fit in his own. He was still burning holes into her with the intensity of his gaze. He used his other hand to pull her chin up but her eyes gazed beyond his head.

"Look at me Hermione," he whispered and she did with shock that he had used her name instead of Granger at a time like this. He moved closer, breathing in the smell of her hair, his eyes slid close for just a minute and then he opened them once again. He saw her move away to the side and he placed his hand on the wall. She glared at it and backed away a little more. He saw her gulp and he wanted to tell her she shouldn't be scared but he couldn't bring himself to do it. His thumb stroked the back of her hand and she turned to look him in the eyes, not expecting the fact that his lips would be brushing hers or that her nose would bump against his or that his eyes would be staring at hers with a foreign intensity.

"What are you doing?" she breathed out, trying not to move her lips as they touched his when she did.

"What do you think?" he replied, his lips hitting hers gently

"Erm…I…" Hermione was at a loss of words, no answer rose to her lips. Her lips felt dry and her heartbeat was pounding so fast that she wondered the risk of a heart attack at the moment.

Draco was absolutely mesmerized. He had never hesitated before kissing a girl. Not once, it just came with instinct but today, he was hesitating –bad- when he wanted to kiss Granger. He saw her gulp again and her pink tongue sneaked out to wet her lips and he lost it literally, the thought going through his mind was lost in seconds.

"I'm going to kiss you, Dark mark or not," he muttered and he closed the miniscule gap between them before she had a chance to reply. He felt her stiffen under him. He kissed her lower lip even more gently trying to coax her. He went slower than he usually would have and yet he was dying on the inside, his blood boiling and his heart beating. When she opened her mouth, he pulled on her full lip and she gasped. He breathed in mint and let his eyes open just once as he kissed her to see that hers were closed. He smiled against her lips and then let his tongue wet her lips. She sighed and he pressed himself to her, his hand moving from the wall to her slender waist while hers went to his neck. Their other hands intertwined. His chest was pressed against the soft fabric of her towel.

Hermione was absolutely breathless, her knees were weak and she was frightened to say that Draco Malfoy was getting her bloody aroused. The man could kiss like it was his last day. She had no idea what she was getting into. Not one single thought as he scooped her up in his hands, still kissing her to carry her up to his room. Her hands clutched his neck and when he laid her on the bed, she didn't feel scared like she had when Ron was advancing on her. She hadn't felt this way when he kissed her neck, how was it that Draco kissing her neck made her feel beautiful, safe, gorgeous and so loved. He was kissing her neck, yes he was.

'I'm going to kiss you, Dark Mark or not.'

He hadn't said it again but she knew he had. What in the world was she doing in his bed? Her brain was telling her to stop but her heart, her body was arching herself against him pulling his head back to her mouth. Just like that, he was kissing her again.

Draco couldn't believe it, she was laying in his bed, he couldn't care if she got the pillow wet because of her hair. She looked utterly breathtaking and he felt her arch against him, yes she would kill him someday. He was above her propped up on his hands in push up position and yet he didn't feel the pain. He had to stop for air although he didn't want to. He rested his forehead against hers and he could feel the gears in her brain working overtime. No, he was not going to let her think this again. He captured her lips once more, wanting to seal the deal once and for all. His hand made its way to the small knot on the towel, picking at it with a finger, he poked her slightly letting her know he was going to throw off the towel and ravish her. She didn't say a thing too distracted by his lips. He assumed it to be a yes. He fisted his hand on the knot and –

"HERMIONE!"

Draco growled under his breath.

"HERMIONE!"

Draco sighed and looked over at her. He froze. She looked so tempting, there on his bed with just that little towel on literally waiting to be ravished senseless. He couldn't believe his bad luck. She was there, staring at him with wide eyes and he slid off her. She got up and opened her mouth to say something, he couldn't do have that right now. He just shook his head and turned his back to her. He didn't turn around, not even when he heard the door open. Not once when he heard the door close. He believed he had just rejected her, no matter how much he loved to kiss her.

"Abstinence Draco, Abstinence"