He was hard. Painfully hard. And he was walking around school with this in between in his legs when he could be jacking off or at least playing with Hermione, but no, she was too scared. He respected her, really. But she was literally driving him insane.
They had missed most of the classes today, so when they finally left RoR, after a lot of kissing, they went there separate ways but of course he always saw her. In the halls, in the Great Hall, in class- because Hermione dragged him all the way to Potions, so unfortunately he had to go. And it was only that morning when he was feeling her underneath him. And she wasn't even aware that he was throbbing for her, she pretended all was right with the bloody world.
She didn't understand her appeal. That's why he was there, to make her realixe that aside from being intelligent and brave, she was also hot and dare he say fuck-able?
So, it was around 8.30 that night, and he was looking forward to seeing her in the Great Hall for dinner, and maybe he could kiss her a little before she goes to sleep. He sat himself down at the Slytherin table, awaiting his Gryffindor, when she walked in.
Weasel and Potter were on her heels, and it looked like Weasel was pleading with her and she kept shaking her head. His fingers clenched around his goblet of pumpkin juice when he saw 'him' leaning in to get a little kiss.
And she let him! That was until she backhanded him and he went flying to the floor. And what made it all the more hilarious was the look on Weasel's face when he landed on his arse, in a position that was less then graceful.
'Don't you dare touch me again, Ronald Weasel, otherwise your mother will be hearing about this,' she yelled, red in the face. Potter was holding her back and Malfoy couldn't help laughing along with the rest of the Houses in the Hall.
'But Hermione, I thought... I thought everything was okay again,' he said, flushing with embarrassment.
'Ron, it was okay until you put your slithering hands on me, then it went down hill. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have studying to do,' she replied in return.
A couple seconds after she left, the Great Hall went into an uproar, making obscene notions and impossible rumors about Hermione's and Weasel's ex- relationship. Weasel, of course was red in the face, and Potter looked confused as usual. And he was, well, happy. He soon left after to catch up with Hermione on the way to the library.
'Hermione,' he whispered, moving right behind her. She screeched and whirled around, waving her wand around, almost missing his eye in the process.
'Malfoy, you scared me to death. What are you doing following me?' she asked, biting her lower lip and looking up at him from beneath her extra long lashes.
'Well, I saw that outstanding performance back there, and I just wanted to congratulate with this,' he took her hand, shook it, dropped it, then pulled her to him, 'and this.'
Covering her mouth with his, the world around them ceased to exist. Just them, in that moment. Hermione moaned and moved closer, then he had her backed against the wall.
'Hermione..,' he moaned into her mouth when she started rubbing enticingly against him. For a girl who was afraid of sex, she knew an awful lot to arouse him in 2.5 seconds flat.
'Draco, I think I'm okay. I don't feel like I am going to throw up or faint,' she smiled at him and he felt like his heart was going to burst open...
Then of course, someone had to ruin it.. they always did.
'What are you doing with him?' Ron yelled out from down the hall.
Uh Oh, busted!
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