Mudblood Prude - Chapter Two

She had no idea why she cried the night before, maybe she was so scared of her emotions, of her feelings for Malfoy. Or maybe she was feeling guilty because in one sole night she happened to completely forget about what he had done to her and her friends.

He was Malfoy, Harry and Ron would never forgive her.

She headed to breakfast in the Great Hall when shivers starting coursing through her body, giving her lower part a delicious ache.

Looking around she only saw people giving her strange glances, for she was leaning on the wall. Merlin, what just happened?

'Hey 'Mione, you okay?' Ron's voice said from the stairs. He came down with a broad grin on his face and Hermione smiled forgetting about the throb in her nether regions.

'I'm great, you?' she said happily.

The feelings in her intensified to the limit where she was slumped over. Ron came running, holding her up and settling her on the steps that led to the Gryffindor Tower.

'Hermione, what's wrong?' he asked worriedly.

Biting her lip to keep from moaning, it suddenly disappeared as fast as it came. Resting all her weight on Ron she let out a shaky breath. What the bloody Hell was that?

'I'm fine. I think it's all the studying I've been doing.'

'Harry and I have been telling you to lay off. The O.W.L's won't be here for another couple of months. Rest 'Mione, I don't know what I would do if something happened to you.' he said seriously.

Tears came into her eyes and she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him close. 'I love you, Ron.'

'Same, 'Mione, same,' he murmured into her hair.

This was why she had to stop thinking about Malfoy. He wasn't worth ruining a wonderful friendship, so from here on in she was going to ignore him. It just wasn't worth the heart ache. Because despite all her thoughts, the next time she'll see his face, he'll be the new Malfoy.

Another shiver coursed through, more powerful then the last, it started at the bottom of her spine and worked its way to the fine hairs on the back of her neck.

Hermione closed her eyes, willing herself to stop the wetness from seeping through her underwear, but the liquid still managed to run down her leg. She quickly pulled away from Ron and told him she was going to the bathroom and not to wait up.

He looked at her oddly, then it finally dawned and he blushed red, a lighter color to his hair. 'Sorry, 'Mione I didn't know it was that time of the month,' he muttered and sped into the Great Hall.

Turning on her heel, she started for the Prefect's bathroom, shutting the door behind her and using a locking spell, she let out an expletive.

'Tsk, tsk, tsk, Granger, such foul language shouldn't be used from such a pristine girl,' a voice drawled from behind her.

Screeching, Hermione whirled around and spotted Malfoy leaning against the door, smirking at her. 'Merlin, Malfoy you gave me a bloody heart attack.'

'Yet, you are still cussing,' he clucked his tongue and moved forward. He looked down at her leg, seeing the liquid marking her white socks.

'So, I see my spell did work,' he said, grinning like a simpleton.

'You did this?' her eyes narrowed. She wasn't at all amused.

'What? You thought the Weasel could conjure up such difficult spells that would only be found in a book in the Restricted section, a place he doesn't know exists,' he snapped, his face flushing.

'He does know it exists,' she told him. Lord, she needed to get out of here. 'Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to class now.'

'But you're wet, don't you want to get dry, or be satisfied?' he replied in a husky tone.

Hermione closed her eyes. This was ridiculous, it was Malfoy. Someone she was supposed to despise, right? She wasn't supposed to stand across from him and hear these things.

'I am satisfied, Malfoy,' she said hastily. She scurried to the door but he stood in her way, and by the way he was blocking her, made it seem like she was never going to leave.

'Are you sure about that? Because if you want, I can check for you,' he drawled out, which sent goosebumps to travel down her body.

'Can you please move out of my way?' she tried for firm but it came out breathless.

He let out a chuckle. 'Fine, but I'll get you. You're mine now, Granger.'

Her eyes drifted shut, how was she supposed to think him scum when he said words like that? Words she couldn't help but wish were true, to be his. Snapping her eyes open, she looked at him.

He wasn't the same, at all. His eyes, a brilliant shade of gray looked at her with lust. His mouth, the lower lip fatter then the top parted revealing pearly white teeth. His hair, the same white-blond that it has always been fell more forward obstructing the view of one eye. It was all so different yet still the same, for Malfoy- the old one- would never grace her with a smile that was anything but cynical. And the old Malfoy wouldn't look at her as if he had only a few minutes left and needed to touch her.

Why? Why did everything change so suddenly? One day Malfoy was calling her a 'Mudblood' and the next he was cornering her in his common room, talking about role-playing. It just didn't happen like that. It didn't change overnight. It was impossible.

She opened the door and let herself out, closing it silently behind her. He let her leave, and a part of her was disappointed that he hadn't made her stay. What was wrong with her? This was Malfoy! Malfoy! Malfoy! Malfoy!

The one she detested, despised, wished all terrible things on.

She retreated back to her common room, she needed to think and scream into her pillow and think some more. She decided she wasn't going to class today. If she was going to look at Malfoy, and see him looking back at her, she'll probably die and go to Heaven. Or maybe just die.

Time alone will do her good, hopefully. Lord, crying sounded really good right now. Wanting desperately to hurl herself into her emotions, and to those that weren't even her own, sensing some that were broad casted all over Malfoy's face. Those were the ones she was focusing on, the lust, the anger, the happiness, the confusion.

All of it. For once and only once, she'll admit that in the score of two days, she felt all those feelings, and towards the one she knew will never deserve them.