A/N: Thanks to those that reviewed.

"That's a promise."

His words haunted her. She spent the rest of her class being a nervous wreck. She was sure she looked as if she was about to get hit by a train at King's Cross. He watched her intently, as if he was scrutinizing her every mood. His eyes on her made her feel like she was melting, like a snowman on the sun. She felt his stare on her every second as it moved down her body, and then slowly back up. She felt as if she was up for auction and she was the object of his desire. Her Hermione Granger, the Gryffindor, the book worm, the know it all, and of course most importantly to him the mudblood. The way Draco was acting unnerved her because she didn't know how to react to anything he was doing to her. And she was trying to fight the way her body reacted to him.

Just then the sound of his voice drowned out any thought that was forming in her mind. "Professor may I be excused? I'm not feeling too well."

"You may Mr. Malfoy, Surely Ms. Granger will catch you up later." Professor Slughorn said in his usual hurried tone.

A wave of relaxation fell over Hermione as she watched the tall blonde disappear through the classroom door. "So much for his promise." She whispered triumphantly to herself. Perhaps he finally got bored with this whole sexual harassment thing he had going on. But then again when did he ever get tired of getting her worked up. She decided she should focus on something else now that she could finally relax.

He sat in an empty classroom, waiting for her. He knew he had to catch her off guard otherwise getting close enough to kiss her would be utterly impossible. Her stubbornness almost matched his, but he relished that. He knew she would be tough to break, and he loved that. She had looked so relieved the second he left that classroom. He had sent her mind running wild, he loves seeing her like that. Ruffled, confused, and he knew she was turned on, if only a little. Not that she would admit that to herself. Throughout that entire remaining class period he knew she was thinking of a way to fight her body's reactions towards him. For once he would let Hermione Granger's mind win.

As class ended she gathered up her things making a quick mental note of what she needed to tell Draco, he was her partner after all, and made her way out of the classroom. She was walking pleasantly through a mostly abandoned hallway on the way to the Great Hall when suddenly a hand grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into an empty classroom.

"What the bloody-" She was cut off mid-sentence by his lips crashing upon her as he forced her up against a wall his hands clenching to her hips. He felt her petite hands work their way up to his chest in a feeble attempt at pushing him off. "Malfoy, stop!" She managed snake her lips away from his incredibly full soft lips. "Have you lost your mind?" She stared into his silvery blue eyes and for a second her knees betrayed her and went weak, allowing her body to relax into his strong arms and chest that now engulfed her. As she did this he smelled her hair, the scent intoxicated him like white roses. He had to have her rosy lips entangled with his this moment.

He again crashed his lips upon her aggressively and he felt her begin to kiss back. She felt his arrogant yet devastatingly sexy smirk across her lips. She couldn't believe she was kissing him back but he felt so good, so utterly alluring. She felt herself wanting more. He heard a small moan come from her and the sound was like music to his ears. He lightly bit her lower lip and then trailed his tongue across it seductively. He quickly moved his wet lips to her ear.

"I knew I could make you moan for me Granger." He whispered huskily. "And I'm just kissing you."

The sound of his voice brought her brain back into the mix once again as she slapped him across the face. He laughed.

"I love to play rough Granger." As he said this he took the hand she had used to slap him and held it above her head, his other hand moving beneath her jumper. She felt her body again betraying her mind as she felt a warmness between her thighs begin to grow; she had never felt this way before. He knew he was getting to her; he loved having her body against his. She was his. "Tell me to stop."

"Huh?" That was all her mind got out.

"Tell me to stop and I'll stop." He said sexily as his hand continued moving up it grazed her full breast and elicited a moan. He laughed through his smirk. "I didn't think so." He whispered in her ear as he moved his lips to her neck and took in her intoxicating scent. He began to ravish her neck with rough kisses as all his patience was draining. She was so addictive. He found himself to be more interested with her with every kiss, every touch every move. She was drug-like to him.

She didn't know what to do. She was loving everything he did, everything. She wanted him, bad. She felt herself giving into him. She brought her hands up to his strong chiseled chest, he was so muscular. He felt her hands exploring him; he had never felt this way with a girl. He felt more than lust; he didn't know what he felt. He was afraid of this. He didn't know what to do. How to handle an emotion he had never felt before. All he knew was she was different than the other girls he had been with. He kissed her jaw bone on the way over to her soft swollen lips, her mouth was now open. She was begging him to explore her mouth with his tongue.

She felt him pull back. Her breath was frantic. Why had he stopped? She wanted him. She had given up stopping him. Why had he stopped? She starred into his gorgeous alluring eyes.

"Tell me what you want." He said sternly.

"What?" Her mind was blank.

He moved closer their faces almost touching. He lowered his voice.

"Tell me what you want. Say my name." He said slowly. "Beg for what I know you want." He said as he kissed her roughly again sliding his tongue into her mouth. He pulled away teasingly.

Her mind was racing how dare he tell her to beg for him. She wouldn't. She couldn't. No matter how sexy she found him at this very moment. "Stop!" She found herself shouting aloud to herself.

He stepped back and smirked at her. "Whatever you say Hermione."

She had to get out of there. She ran out of the classroom.

He walked out shortly after her, thinking to himself that he would have her. She would do whatever he wanted, in time. And he would have fun in the meantime.

TBC

Thought I'd try something a little fun. Whoever can be the first to guess where my Pen name comes from I'll dedicate the next chapter to. Sound good?