hey guys! so lots of you were not to pleased with my little cliff hanger ;) hopefully this makes up for it! :) enjoy! xoxox- Brooklyn
p.s. sorry if i've been taking a while to update, i've got this sort of problem that rules over my life... it's pretty severe and stuff... you might have heard of it, it's called One Direction infection. ;P ooh distasteful jokes **heart** legit though holy man-o-wits do i love them. i mean i liked them during the XFactor but now it's a whole nother story! **please don't hate me for loving them if you're not a fan :P**

Thinking fast and desperately, just as Malfoy opened his mouth to say more, she thrust her knee hard into his groin. She missed her designated injuring point, but was close enough to cause him to flinch violently away from her with a scream of pain.

She scrambled to her knees, crawled until she could gain footing and stood. She only made it a few feet before a hand was wrapped around her ankle and she fell to the floor with a loud thump.

Hermione reached into her sock and pulled out her wand "Petrificus Totalus!" she yelled just as he was about to do the same. Quickly she scrambled to her feet as his body stiffened and froze.

"Relashio!" she heard Draco ground out the counter-spell.

She ran the short distance to her bedroom and slammed the door hard behind her, casting a charm so a password would be needed to gain entrance. "Crookshanks" she whispered quickly, setting the password. She heard footsteps pound as they stomped to her door, she watched the handle jiggle, then stop. She listened closely, but couldn't hear a sound.

Maybe he's gone to his room. She thought hopefully, she really was frightened, she could clearly see the anger written out in his eyes and she did not want it to be released.

Suddenly, as she heard creaking to her left, it hit her. Like a ton of bricks, the bathroom. She'd completely forgotten about their conjoined restroom, and it would be perfect access to get to her. She reached for her wand and pointed, opening her mouth to cast the spell when the door flung open, and Draco strode swiftly inside.

"Expelliarmus!" he shouted quickly, not allowing Hermione time to cast a spell. Her wand flew from her hands and she watched it go with pain. She turned back to Draco and watched motionless as he walked towards her.

"Please!" she screamed suddenly, catching him off guard. "I'm sorry alright? Just please don't… don't hurt me!" Draco shook his head darkly, quickening his pace. Hermione backed up without much time, right into the wall. Draco closed the space between them, and they stood, chest-to-chest. Hermione closed her eyes, putting herself somewhere else, think of something, you're brilliant you have to think of something she thought desperately. Draco lift his wand, and held it under her chin.

"Look at me" he growled, Hermione opened her eyes slowly, and was locked in his icy cold stare. "I am sick of this, sick of you. I don't know why you're saying I kissed you but- but, it never happened!" Hermione winced at his shouting.

"I don't understand why you're so angry" she whispered.

"Because… because I would never kiss you! Don't you get it? You're filth, and I'm… better. I wouldn't waste my time with you" he pierced his wand harder into Hermione's neck, forcing her head to tilt up, making her have to strain her back.

"Okay, it didn't happen. I made it up, is that what you want to hear?"

Draco froze. What did he want to hear? Why was he doing this, why was he so angry and so desperate for revenge. He was angry with Hermione for starting this stupid rumor, but he felt, inside somewhere; it wasn't her he was truly angry at. He looked into those deep brown eyes; he saw the tears beginning to form in those baby deer eyes. So soft, so innocent, so… beautiful.

Draco grew frustrated, angry at his mixed emotions. He felt tension, strong tension and not the kind that made him want to hurt her, like he thought. Tension, like longing. Longing for her…

Hermione's eyebrows bent together, "what are you going to do to me?" she whispered. Draco didn't speak, he wondered…

Quickly, before his senses came back to him, he pulled the wand away and touched his lips to Hermione's. It seemed so wrong, but it felt right. His head pound with anger, but the soft warmth of her lips helped sooth him, and he slowly felt himself give in to her, his stressed face began to relax, he dropped his hands to hold her waist and moved slightly away so he didn't press so violently against her. He opened his mouth lazily, needing to taste her more when he felt her lift her hands, to involved in the kiss, he didn't notice her un-enjoyment. In a split second, her hand struck him across the face.

He stood, stunned, turned away from Hermione, cupping his burning cheek. He turned back to her, she had tear stained cheeks and an insane, lost, confused, angry look on her face.

"What the FUCK?" she screamed suddenly after a few moments of silence.

"Get out! GET OUT NOW!" she screeched. Tears streaming harder and faster now down her face.

Draco didn't move. He stood glued to the floor. He didn't want to leave, he was confused and angry, but he didn't want to be angry and confused alone. He felt something, when he kissed her, something he hadn't felt before, yet familiar. It made him want to kill her, and hold her all at the same time.

"I don't want to leave" he found himself saying. Hermione gapped at him wildly.

"I don't care! Who do you think you are? You can't threaten me for bringing up the first time we kissed saying I made it up, then… then do this! And kiss me, AGAIN!" she looked hurt, and for some weird reason, Draco wasn't okay with that.

"I really fucking hate you," he said bitterly. He meant it, he hated what she was doing to him, and he hated how she made him feel and how she made him doubt himself.

"You're a lunatic-" before she could finish whatever she was going to say, Draco held her wrists down in place against the wall again. "Get off of me!" she screamed, kicking and flailing her head from side to side.

"Just calm down" he ground out between his teeth. "Why are you doing this to me?" he asked stressfully. Hermione's eyes widened and she stopped flailing.

"Why I do what to you, Malfoy? It seems you're the one doing something to me!"

"You make me feel"

"I make you feel what?"

"Just feel. It really pisses me off and I fucking hate you for it but… I can't…" Draco closed his eyes and tightened his grip on her wrists. "Really hate,…" he whispered through his teeth.

"You don't hate me. You're just a sad, confused little boy. And it's pathetic" she said bitterly, forcing him to open his eyes and see the hatred on her face. He dropped her wrists, and backed away quickly. Without a word he turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door hard enough, Hermione figured the whole castle heard it.

Hermione crawled into bed. Her body still shaking and vibrating with uneasiness and confusion. She was extremely pissed that he would do such a thing to her. He was not allowed to threaten her for telling people or talking about him kissing her before, coming at her like a crazy animal acting like he was ready for murder and then kiss her AGAIN. What the actual fuck!

But again, she felt that… that feeling. Like, him kissing her was so wrong but it still felt good, and right. And that made her want to gag. So she decided not to waste any time, she locked her doors and got dressed into her bed clothes the minute he left, and she was now crawling into bed praying for a good night's sleep.

Draco paced back and forth in front of his four-poster. What was wrong with him? What was happening? He began pacing faster. You just kissed bloody fucking Granger. The filthy- No. He stopped. She wasn't filthy, and he knew it. She made him feel, feel all sorts of different things that confused him and angered him. He wanted to scream, but she might hear. Let her hear, he thought. He wanted her to know his pain and frustration. That was the thing, she caused him pain in his confusion, but when with her, and when kissing her, that all went away and he felt at peace, in pure bliss.

He grunted angrily and began to undress; he needed to get to bed. Not like he'd be getting any sleep, but he was tired and the headache wasn't helping.

"Mmm Hermione" Draco moaned, Hermione giggled, then moaned in time with him as his hands caressed her breasts with need and kissed her neck passionately.

"Draco, someone might hear u- OH!" she began to whisper, but was caught off by her own sound of surprise when she felt his hand slide up her skirt.

"No one will find us, we're fine" he said, moving his hand to rub the outside of her most sensitive spot, and kissing her deeply on the mouth to muffle her moans.

"Oh god, Draco. We shouldn't have waited, I've wanted this for so long," she said against his lips, their interaction growing more intimate as he began to undo his pant zipper.

"Me too, believe me," he said urgently, pulling down her panties and staring into her eyes desperately. The grey orbs of death and cruelty she had known so well seemed now warm and comforting. And just drop dead sexy right now. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" he asked grabbing her hips and preparing to lift her onto the desk behind her which she leaned against.

Hermione thought for a moment. What would happen after all of this? What of her friends, his friends, his family! His father had escaped Azkaban not a week after being put in, and Godric knows how dangerous a man can be to escape Azkaban and how viciously he would react to something like this. Oh shut up Hermione it's only sex she told herself as she stared into those beautiful eyes. No, not only sex. This was… making love. She did, she loved him. With a gentle smile, she nodded. "I'm ready"

Draco tried to contain his excited grin. He kissed her deeply, filling her whole body with warmth, and pressing against her with pure need. Slowly he lifted her by the thighs and placed her on the potions room table, slowly he moved closer to her, chest-to-chest. They shared eye contact every moment, when Hermione gasped at the feeling of him begin to fill her and relieve them of both their needs.

Hermione's eyes snapped open. The room was dark, pitch black, she couldn't see a thing. She sat up quickly, grabbing at her turning stomach as she did so, she winced. She looked quickly around the room and finally her eyes adjusted and she realized she was in her room. She felt sweat dabbing the back of her neck and thighs, and she blushed at the strange tickling taking part on her private parts. She pulled the covers close to her, checking next to her to make sure there was no other body, there wasn't.

"You have got to be kidding me," she whispered to herself, wiping sweat off her neck. First she fights and kisses Malfoy, now she was having dirty dreams with him? This wasn't okay.

Hermione was both dizzy and tired, but she was afraid to go back to sleep. In fact she was afraid in general. She was not completely sure why but she really didn't want to be alone. She went over the dream in her mind. It had started as her and Malfoy arguing, he was being an arse as per usual, then out of nowhere he turned sweet, but still aggressive. And she found it extremely sexy- in the dream. She told herself in the dream you found it sexy, he is not sexy! He began to sweet talk her, and caress her, then he kissed her. And she didn't deny it, she kissed him right back and, well… the rest she, and her body, remembered very well.

There was one more thing about the dream… one little detail that shocked her to figure out was the truth. Suddenly she burst into tears, damn teenage girl hormones. She hated this; she hated her twisted feelings and all this confusion. She wondered how Draco was feeling at this moment about the nights previous events…

What the fuck am I doing? She wondered, tears still welled in her eyes. She looked up at the door in front of her. She just didn't want to be alone, and he seemed willing enough, didn't he? Sort of?

She knocked lightly on the door "Malfoy?" she whispered. There wasn't an answer. Slowly she opened the door, surprised he hadn't locked it. "Malfoy?" she whispered again. She heard the sheets ruffle and her heart dropped. Oh Godric no, what am I doing here? Just leave, move your feet damn it! She found herself glued to the floor.

"Granger?" a deep muffled voice asked, "what are you doing in my room?" without answer, she walked in and closed the door softly behind her. She stepped into the room and stood at the foot of what she guessed was his bed, allowing her eyes to adjust. Finally they did and she saw a tired, shirtless, Draco sitting up under the sheets.

"I can't sleep," she said daftly.

"So?" he asked bitterly. Hermione bit her lip, they could see each other perfectly now.

"Can I… can I sleep with you?" Draco's eyebrows shot up, then his face sterned again.

Emotionlessly he said "whatever" then lay back down. Hermione creeped over to the side of the bed that he didn't occupy, coincidently the same side she usually slept on her bed. She slid under the covers, feeling incredibly awkward. Honestly, what the fuck was going on?

"Malfoy" Hermione said nervously, staring up at the ceiling. He muffled a reply. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier" she bit her lip again, nervous with what would happen. She felt Draco shift next to her, she turned her head to see him laying on his side, and staring right into those eyes… perfect. Just like in the dream.

"What is this?" he asked.

She was confused "what?" she asked

"We confuse me" his face stayed straight "we're supposed to hate each other, I'm supposed to hate you, but you make me feel so…"

"Confused" she finished. He didn't answer, only stared into her eyes more. "We confuse me too," she said, her voice shaking "but I want to figure it out, Draco I-" she stopped. She didn't want to finish what she was going to say. Draco's face softened, and he lifted his hand to caress her cheek. His gentleness reminded her of the Draco from her dream. He looked down at her lips, and instinctively she licked them and he swallowed in reaction.

Quickly he shifted himself so he leaned over her, staring into those deep brown eyes. She swallowed and her breathing quickened. Draco's heart sped in time with hers, and the room began to spin. It felt like they were the only two people on the planet, not a thing mattered.

"I love you," he whispered suddenly, and his eyes widened in shock of his own words.

muahaha! more cliffhangers :D sorry! but i had too. is it a dream? is it not? hmm you will have to wait to find out!

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