It had been nearly a week since Hermione and Draco had had their talk in the library and Hermione refused to meet Draco's eyes whenever they passed in the hallway. Draco's mood had been much better the past week after noticing that she couldn't make eye contact with him, he felt his pride swell at the thought that he had left her all hot and bothered. The only problem was that his little fantasies were getting worse, it wasn't just the sly kisses and the soft caresses that he was daydreaming of. He wanted more. Hermione would never admit it to herself let alone anyone else, but she wanted more too, she had begun day dreaming of Malfoy's lips on hers, his hair wound tightly in her mess of curls. That fact did not make it any easier to look him in the eyes.
"Hermione will you snap out of it, I need help with my homework" Ron complained loudly, breaking her of her daydreams. Her cheeks reddened before she could stop it and she shook her head quickly to get rid of the image of Malfoy's hands on her. They were all in the great Hall having breakfast and there were far too many people around for her to be having these kinds of thoughts. "You know, you've been acting really strange, Hermione, what has been going on?" He demanded moving his face closer to hers.
"N-nothing is going on" she stuttered out, afraid that her friends would be able to see right through her lies. Neither Ron nor Harry were very observant when it came to her, but she still couldn't help but worry, they would never forgive her for lusting after their 'enemy.'
"Are you sure, you look like you've got a fever" Ron noted moving closer to her and placing his hand gently on her forehead. He frowned when he found her temperature normal and shrugged at Harry who was seated across the table.
"Honestly Hermione, you can tell us," Harry said, his voice carried a tone of worry and Hermione could have screamed. Of all the times they could have chosen to see that something was wrong, and this is the time they choose? "Besides, Malfoy has been staring at you from across the room all morning and it is starting to give me the creeps, he looks like he wants to eat you or something." Harry added quietly, leaning across the table so that she could hear his whisper. She sputtered as an image flashed into her mind, and made an attempt to pull the attention away from herself.
"I'm fine you guys, don't even worry about it, Malfoy probably just has a broomstick shoved up his a-" Hermione was interrupted by a scream coming from a little further down the table. Neville had apparently been practicing charms and accidently blew up his bowl of oatmeal. She could have kissed Neville for the distraction he provided and used it to escape from the breakfast table.
Saturday morning had not started out as planning, but then again, nothing really had since Malfoy had stepped in and set things all wrong. Hermione was planning to go outside and sit by the lake to help clear her mind when she felt a strong pair of arms reach out and pull her into an empty classroom. Suddenly her mouth was covered by a strong hand and she was staring into the cool silver eyes of her childhood bully, only he didn't seem so scary to her anymore. There was a smirk plastered on his face that he couldn't seem to wipe off, though he was trying to be serious.
"I'm going to take my hand off your mouth, but you aren't going to scream" Draco said quietly, as he looked deep into her chocolate brown eyes. She didn't seem to be scared of the situation, it was almost as if he had merely caught her off guard. He admired her for being able to keep her cool in a situation like this, it just wouldn't be any fun if she were to really be afraid of him. She nodded under his hand, and he removed it slowly, allowing his pointer finger to graze over her full lips. She leaned into his touch and that surprised him, didn't she hate him?
"So, to what to I owe the pleasure?" she asked coolly. She was as calm and collected as ever, almost as if this happened to her every day, and for all he knew it just might. He felt his smirk turn into a smile at the casual tone of her voice. He had just yanked her rather ungracefully into a classroom and here she was, acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Hermione was truly a mystery to the blonde Slytherin.
"Well you've seemed very distracted this week and I just wanted to make sure that you fully understood the details of my offer, Granger. I didn't want anything to go over you pretty little head" he said as he took a stray piece of hair and tucked it behind her ear. She was so wild and well put together at the same time and it drove him mad. He only hoped that he had half of the effect that she had on him.
"I have been distracted I'll admit, but it had nothing to do with our little conversation if that's what you're inferring" she lied, fighting the urge to lean her head against his hand as he stroked it down her cheek.
"Oh, you cannot expect me to believe that" he replied, letting out a hearty laugh that seemed to light up the space between the two. "Hermione Granger, you haven't looked me in the eye since the last time we spoke. Don't think that I haven't noticed." His smile was brilliant as he looked down at her, one hand on the stone wall beside her head and the other cupping her cheek gently.
"And even if I had been distracted by it?" she shot back, always one to fight back in every situation. Draco leaned closer to her, his cheek brushing gently against hers as he moved to whisper in her ear.
"I ask because your answer determines my next move" he said in a velvety soft voice, his breath caressing her ear in a gentle way that made her hair stand on end. She bit her lip and thought about what her next move was going to be. Should she tell the truth and see what would happened, or should she lie and avoid the situation completely? She took a deep breath before making her decision.
"I'll admit that I may have been a tad distracted" she admitted, whispering in his ear the way he had done with her. She felt his body stiffen over hers before he let out a low chuckle and pulled away from her ear to look her in the eye. Their faces were so close that their noses were nearly touching. Hermione felt the heat climbing up her face as he stared at her, he really did look like he wanted to eat her, maybe just not what Harry had imagined though.
"I'm glad to hear that, that was the whole intended purpose of our conversation from the other day. I wanted you to be just as distracted as I was" he said inching closer to her face. Hermione's jaw dropped at the mention that he wanted her just as bad as she wanted him. "Oh don't be so surprised, you were cautious the whole time we were talking, you knew something was up."
"I didn't think it would be anything like this. Apparently, your plans exceed my imagination Mr. Malfoy" she said carefully, not wanting to stroke his ego too much.
"It's a bit scary to know that my planning was just a bit out of your reach. I would have never thought I could be a step ahead of the Hermione Granger" he smiled a wicked smile before continuing, "but the question remains: will the Gryffindor princess stoop so low as to find out how us Slytherins go about our business?"
"Well now that you've made me so curious, I could hardly think so say no" she said quietly, it felt like all the air had been sucked away from them and she could barely breath. Part of her was terrified of what would come next, and another part of her yearned for his touch.
"Ever the curious one, you drive me insane Hermione Granger" he said huskily before crashing his lips against hers. She stiffened under his touch, but she didn't stop him. Her mind was too busy swimming in the bliss of what was happening at first. She recovered quickly, moving her arms up to wrap around his neck, holding him as close to her as she could. Draco took that as a good sign and places a hand on her hip while he tangled the other in her mass of curls. The heat between then was incredible, it wasn't as if neither of them had never been kissed, but not with anything with this kind of intensity. It felt like there were sparks flying through the air. Draco pulled away gently, his breathing labored. He stayed close to her, not wanting to let go of the bubble of intimacy they had created.
"I think I may have discovered something" Hermione said quietly, her breathing just as labored as his. He cocked his eyebrow at her. "You, Draco Malfoy, are a fantastic kisser" she answered, biting her lip gently and looking up at him through her thick lashes. Draco sighed and let out a light laugh. This woman was going to be the death of him, he thought to himself.
"You don't seem to be so bad yourself" he replied playing with one of her curls. "I wouldn't mind trying that again another time" he tugged on her curl gently as he said it, earning a small moan from the woman in front of him. Her moan was the most amazing sound he had ever heard in his life, he closed his eyes relishing the sound of it.
"I agree, don't be afraid to pull me into more classrooms" she said moving forward to kiss his cheek lightly. She quickly ducked away from him and toward the door to the classroom. Draco turned to where she was standing in the doorway, waiting for his parting words.
"Be careful what you say little girl, you might not know what you're getting yourself into" he said heavily, leaning against the wall casually. As if he hadn't just been snogging the hell out of Hermione Granger against that wall. "It might not just be classrooms you should be afraid of; broom closets could also be added to the list." She smirked and bit her lip gently.
"I look forward to it" she replied, her eyes were burning with mischief as she turned to leave the room. Draco waited a second before letting out a groan. He was hoping to solve his problem of being obsessed with Granger and here he was, digging himself an even bigger hole that he was going to have to pull himself out of. She had said that she wanted him to do it again though, so of course he would have to indulge himself yet again. The only issue was that now he was trying to figure out how he could get her into his bed. The image of her moaning his name while between his silky emerald green sheets was almost too much for him.
Hermione tried her best to be causal the rest of the day, keeping half a look out for Draco as she fought off questions from her suddenly curious best friends. She had given into temptation and now she feared that she was never going to be able to get out.