Chapter 3: Corridor

Weeks went by as usual, well aside from the TriWizard Cup Tournaments. After that was over Harry was slightly shaken up with the business with Voldemort but for some reason Hermione swore she thought Malfoy kept watching her.

Hermione couldn't sleep one night, it was hot and humid and it was keeping her awake, so she decided to go for a walk around the grounds. She grabbed her wand just in case and snuck out of her dorms.

As Hermione rounded the corner near the library she ran into what felt like a wall. She slightly stumbled but her balance was regained as two firm – familiar – hands gripped her waist to steady her.

She quickly noticed who it was and pulled away from their grip.

Draco scoffed, folding his arms and leaning against the wall, "My, My, Why would a Gryffinfor such as yourself be wondering the corridors after curfew?" He asked mockingly.

She quickly folded her arms in defence, "I couldn't sleep if you must know." She answered coldly.

Draco slightly smirked. He tilted his head to the side as his eyes roamed her body, "Interesting little outfit you've got there."

She furrowed her eyes in confusion and looked down at what she was wearing. Her eyes widened in shock as she realised, a small white singlet that showed her her bellybutton, and a pair of tiny pink shorts – practically boy-cut underwear – and one thing she was more selfconcious of was the fact she wasn't wearing a bra and her singlet was slightly see through. She quickly snapped her head up to notice Malfoy's eyes were still gazing upon her.

"It's hot!" She defended before she went to turn around and storm off but a hand gripped hers and spun her around, pushing her against the wall. Draco leaned over her with lust filled eyes and a wicked grin as his hands held her there by gripping her hips. Hermione's breathing slightly quickened as she looked up at him.
"W-"

"So what did Weasly say about what happened down at the lake?" He asked with a slightly husky voice – sending slight shivers through Hermione.

"I-I didn't tell h-him." She stuttered.

He raised an eyebrow at her, "Oh really? I wonder why?"

She slightly scoffed, "You know why."

"Do I?" He asked naively.

"I'm not the only one who hasn't said anything about it, I don't see you going and tell people you kissed a … muggle-born. So why the hell should I be proud of kissing a Foul Stuck-up Pureblood Ferret such as yourself."

His smirk disappeared into something unreadable, "So… I guess you're disgusted in yourself?"

"Exactly."

"And you'd never tell a soul about it?"

"Never."

"But you enjoyed it?"

"Absolutely- wait, no, uhh, no." She groaned and hit his chest, a small smile played on her lips, "You did that on purpose."

He slightly shrugged a grin back on his lips, "Maybe."

Everything fell quiet for a moment, Hermione's small smile drifted and so did Draco's. Her eyes looked over his face, his cheeks and jaw were perfectly chizzled, his nose was even perfect, the way his hair was ruffled at the moment instead of slicked back made him look slightly older yet sexier, his eyes were dark and mysterious – definant to lure any girl – and then her eyes went to his lips and that's were they stayed. She instinctively bit her bottom lip, her eyes going up to his as he did the same thing, realising that she was looking at her lips aswell. Their eyes locked and for some reason Hermione made the first move, gripping his shoulders and pulling him into a heated kiss. His hands went from her hips to her back, pulling her closer as she wrapped her arms around his neck, entangling her fingers in his hair slightly tugging causing a groan to escape Draco's throat which caused Hermione to moan in appreciation. Draco slid his hands from her back to her thighs, lifting her up so that her legs wrapped around his waist. His hands ran up her sides, teasing her breasts over her shirt causing Hermione to break from the kiss, tilt her head back and moan. Draco grinned and continued the pleasure as he sucked and nibbled on her neck, which only caused her to tug on his hair once more gaining another groan out of Draco's throat.

Hermione unhooked her legs, swiftly landing on them and shoving Draco so that he was on the lying on the ground. He smirked up at her as she crawled on top of him, pulling his shirt off over his head before she clashed their lips once again. Just as Draco went to pull her shirt off they heard the click of heals coming down the corridor. They quickly stood up, Draco grabbed her hand and pulled her into the library, dragging her around one of the aisle, all the way to the end. The both crouched down in hopes not to get caught. Hermione and Draco looked at each other and then Hermione's eyes widened with worry.

"What?" Draco whispered.

"Your shirt." She whispered back pointing to his bare chest.

"Shit." He quickly pulled out his wand "Accio-"

"We can't." Hermione cut him off, "they might see it and follow it- they'll find us," Draco groaned and slightly lifted his head to watch the entrance to the library. Only a mere moment later did one of the teachers walk past before disappearing out of his view again. Draco let out a relaxed sigh and sat down next Hermione, "That was close."

Hermione stayed quiet causing Draco to look over at her. She had her head hung and an unreadable expression on her face. "What is it?" He asked.

Hermione quickly stood up slightly panicked, "I sh-should leave. G-Good b-bye Malfoy." As she reached library exit Draco stopped her, "Why? I thought we could pick up where we left off-"

"No. I-I can't." With that she rushed off back to the Gryffindor Dorms.

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