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Chapter 4

James was asleep in the middle of the second book and Hermione stood up quietly, turned off the lamp and tip toed to the door. Once she reached downstairs she saw Malfoy reading a book sitting on the sofa. Ignoring all the feelings she felt watching him recline on the sofa with his hair falling oh so perfectly on his forehead, Hermione turned towards the shelf and browsed the book collection and picked up a charms journal that caught her eyes.

Draco was acutely aware of Hermione the moment she walked into the room. His eyes were subconsciously seeking her out. He tried to discreetly follow her every movement. He realized with a start that he tends to do that every time they are in the same room, during parties, lunches or quidditch matches. He seeks her out and 'talk' to her. More like annoy her and engage in some obscure argument. He had been hiding, suppressing the fact but in reality he had enjoyed their interactions. The hostility of their youth absent, they have been downright enjoyable to such an extent that he had been looking forward to them. All these realizations came crashing down on him. And he could no longer sit still. He squirmed on his seat and tried, the reality of actually liking one Hermione Granger, sink.

Hermione had been reading the book and needed to cross reference something so she got up to retrieve another book. But as soon as she reached the shelf she felt a presence behind her. She turned around to see Draco standing too close for comfort. He was blocking the light from the lamp but Hermione could distinctly see his eyes. They were the normal beautiful grey but they seem to convey something. Draco seemed determined.

She raised her eyebrow in question but Malfoy just took a step in her direction.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked as an onslaught of emotions wrecked her body. He took another step forward and as she took one backwards her back met the bookcase. His hand came on either side of her face caging her in. He was standing so close that she had to tilt her head to look him in the eye.

"Granger, you are a very infuriating witch."

His voice was low and she couldn't decide why an insult sounded so sinful to her ears.

"Well you could have told me that from three feet away too."

His chest rumbled as he laughed and she could feel the vibrations from his body.

"And I have realized that I can't get you out of my head."

"What are yo—"her sentence was cut short as he leaned and his lips, the ones Hermione has fantasized about in privacy, connected with hers. She was shocked for a full minute. His lips were moving so softly against hers, coaxing her into responding. She started kissing him back with the same softness. She couldn't believe but she was kissing Draco Malfoy in Harry's living room while Albus and James slept upstairs. He groaned and increased the speed as one of his hand found way to the back of her head and into her curls while the other was placed tenderly at her waist. While both of her hand were placed at the back of his head where she was running them through his hair. His soft blond hair that felt like silk to her.

Soon the kiss that had started slowly turned passionate. Tongues were entered into the mix and he was pressing his long hard body into hers. His lips left hers and she whimpered but it soon turned into a moan as he started suckling on her neck. Her hands fisted his shirt in the front and soon it felt as if frenzy has taken a hold of them. Hermione started unbuttoning his shirt while his hands found their way under her blouse. As soon as his hand met her skin there she heaved a sigh. His shirt was half unbuttoned and Hermione couldn't wait any longer so she ran her hands on his chest. She could feel the muscles and he groaned low in his throat. Their lips attached once again and he lifted her so that she could wrap her legs around him. It felt as some fire has consumed her body. Hermione could feel how aroused he was and that made a new wave of pleasure roll through her. Her skirt was riding up and now his hands were on her thighs keeping her upright. Hermione rolled her hips once making both of them moan. They came up for air and Hermione was shocked to see Draco so disoriented. His hair was a mess and his lips swollen. Draco leaned and they were kissing again just like the first time, softly. Hermione's hands were roaming the entirety of his body. Suddenly the sound of the floo activating alerted her. And before they could do anything Ginny followed by Harry entered the room. Draco gently put her down on the ground. Hermione was overcome by embarrassment being caught in such a compromising position and that too with Draco. Her mind seemed to tell her to run as fast as she could and that is exactly what she does. She rights her skirt, buttons the top button of her blouse and makes a dash towards the floo.

"Hermione li-" she hears Ginny call but she doesn't stop. She throws the floo powder in the hearth and enters her own living room. There she collapses on the floor and tries to reason whatever the hell happened tonight.