Hermione whirled around, coming face to face with Ron. He looked bloody pissed, his face was all red and he was clutching his hand around his wand. His lips were set in a scowl and his blue eyes looked as cold as ice.
'We broke up, Ronald. I don't think it's any of your concern what I do with Malfoy,' she muttered under her breath. People were passing by, giving them strange glances.
Hasn't anyone in this bloody school seen people chat before? Merlin..
'It definitely is my concern, last I heard you were my girlfriend,' he growled, sending a menacing glare at Malfoy who was leaning on the wall in a nonchalant way.
Malfoy chuckled and said, ' You wish, Weasel.'
Hermione glared at Malfoy to shut up and he simply shrugged. Turning again, she was met with lips of the softest kinds. And they definitely weren't Malfoy's. A hand clutched her hair, bringing her closer until everything clicked in to place. This was Ronald. And her, kissing in the hallway.
Then she was falling, Malfoy had ripped Ron off of her. He then shoved him against the wall, and growled, 'If you so much as look at her again, I will kill you, you understand me? She is mine.'
She closed her eyes, she knew she should be angry and outraged about Malfoy's possessiveness, but she found it sexy and so very Malfoy. Slytherin's were very jealous and possessive people when it came to what belonged to them, and apparently she belonged to him.
A hand touched her shoulder, and her eyes fluttered open. Malfoy's face hovered over hers, a mere breath away. That was all.
'Let's go,' he whispered into her ear. She nodded and ignored the slumped form of Ron on the ground.
Malfoy led her through corridors upon corridors till they reached that room where it all came together. They quickly entered and Hermione breathed in, it was still the same but different, it didn't look as desolate as the last time, it looked as if in this room she could be with Malfoy in more ways then one.
'I hate when he touches you, I despise him so much. The thought and the sight of his slimy hands on you make me want to puke then kill him,' he said in a tight voice.
'I'll shower,' she murmured in return and a door popped out of nowhere on the opposite side of the room.
'Thank you, I just...i just...,' he looked at her and the look sent her nerves fraying. It was deep and intense and it was all directed at her.
'Malfoy...,' she was confused. What did that look mean? It was indescribable.
'Go shower, I'll wait here,' he settled on his side on the bed. Apparently he was dismissing her, she sighed and took that much needed shower.
Twenty- five minutes later, she finally came out. Seeing Malfoy still on the bed, she moved forward and heard the faint sound of snoring. He was asleep!
She smiled softly when she saw him hugging a pillow, burying his face into it ever so often. She crawled in beside him, then saw his arm fling out of nowhere and pull her to his side.
She smiled in content, all was well in the world. Then she slowly drifted off to sleep.
Her eyes snapped open when she felt pressure on top of her, it was Malfoy who was admiring her jaw and collarbone. Spreading little nips and kisses here and there Malfoy was slowly driving her crazy.
'Please...,' she closed her eyes and breathed in and out. She wanted Malfoy, and she told herself not to panic when he pressed his erection against her cotton panties, sometime during the her nap her skirt settled around her waist.
'What?' he asked thickly. His eyes shone in the moonlight, and several candles littered the room.
Her mouth opened and he swooped down and took possession of her mouth, swirling his tongue inside, he was lost for a moment.
Her moans and sighs echoed in his mouth, sending thrills up and down his spine. And she was trying not to rub against him and hold on for dear life. Merlin, she was slowly losing her mind.
She shoved at Malfoy, and he reluctantly got up from her, she looked at him and saw his eyes darkened a few shades then its normal blue. She knew she looked like a common whore, her skirt around her waist, her hair in disarray, hickeys adorned her neck area, and her shirt was parted half way down her chest.
Then she looked at Malfoy and saw him in the exact same condition, he was hot and sweaty, and she highly noted the large item pressing against his black trousers.
Thoughts kept racing through her head, was this too fast? Was this too fast? Did she want Malfoy to be the one to give it to her? A lot of questions and not enough time.
Huh, she'd have to think about that.
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