The Thought Of It All

The next day, Hermione got up really early. Why? She wanted to visit Katie Bell, and maybe have a little chat with Malfoy about his known appearance in yesterdays event.

It was far too strange to see Malfoy frown like that. Normally he took great pleasure in seeing people in pain, especially if they were Gryffindor. It just didn't fit. And for some strange reason, she thought that Malfoy had something to do with it.

Getting ready and heading up to the infirmary, where she saw Katie still unconscious after all that shaking and screaming. Lord, it still scared her. Obviously, someone was using dark magic here at the school. But why? And for what reason?

Was it another Death Eater attack? Stating that they are still around and to forewarn all of there clear intent on Hogwarts. Harming an innocent girl was there idea of fun.

Shaking her head, she sat down and looking at Katie. Although they weren't the best of friends, for Katie was a year older, they still chatted at Quidditch practice when she actually went and in the Great Hall at dinner.

This was unfair. Katie did nothing to deserve this. She was a pureblood, Why attach a pureblood when their were muggle-borns at the school?

Unless it wasn't an attack on the school. Merlin, she didn't know.

She felt like tearing her hair out. A half an hour later after sitting with Katie, she went to find Malfoy before the Quidditch game. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. It was the first game of the year, and she wondered who would win.

Hermione snickered, it was fairly obvious.

Finding him walking alone towards the Great Hall. She snatched his arm and pulled him into an empty classroom. He was smiling until he realized who was touching him.

'Ugh, get away from me. My mother just bought me these robes, now I have to burn them,' he snapped, and go figure got another blotch below his ear.

'Why did you do it to Katie Bell?' his eyes widened and she knew she caught him.

'What are you talking about?' he snapped, trying to look innocent.

'You did something to her, I know you did. You cursed that necklace in her hand,' she said angrily.

'I haven't done anything, now get out of my way,' Malfoy moved towards the door, but heard a noise, then a giggle.

Merlin, people were going to come into this class. Luckily there were no windows. Hermione heard the sound and started panicking, if anyone found out that she was here, with Malfoy, something bad will happen.

Something bad.

'Let's go in here, no people go in here,' a voice whispered from the other side of the door.

Hermione looked around, maybe she could hide behind a desk, but then she would hear things, and she definitely knew that those students weren't coming in here to chat. Malfoy just stood there then shook his head, grimaced, and looked to have made a decision.

He started for her, and she quickly backed away, till she hit the wall across from the entrance door. Malfoy looked like he was about to puke and she had no idea what was going to happen.

'Don't think I want this, don't you dare think it,' he muttered

Then he was kissing her. And oh Merlin, it was delicious. Her body felt like it was exploding, and her head clouded over and oh, she was moaning. She pressed herself closer to him and she swore she heard him groan.

The door opened and the couple made quick apologizes then left. But Hermione and Malfoy weren't exactly listening as there lips were still plastered together.

Hermione whimpered, and all rational thoughts came thundering back. Here she was in a dark empty classroom snogging the enemy of her eye and she was enjoying it. She was loving it.

Pulling away, she moved away and tried unsuccessfully to make it to the other side of the room, but suddenly her legs gave out from under her and she almost landed on her arse if it weren't for Malfoy who was holding her up.

'You okay?' his voice was harsh, and he was panting. Into her ear. Oh, sweet Mother of Lord did that feel sooooooo good.

Ron never kissed her like that. Well at the time she thought him the most wonderful kisser in the Universe, but undoubtedly it was nothing compared to Malfoy's kiss.

'Yeah, just peachy,' she held onto the table and leaned on it.

'Look, they didn't see you, so you don't have to worry if Weasel and Potter find out you were snogging their enemy. And I, sure as Hell, won't tell a soul,' he snapped and headed for the door.

'I hate you, Malfoy,' she whispered to herself.

He was the bloody enemy. What the bloody Hell was wrong with her? One kiss and she thought that Malfoy had changed. He cursed Katie Bell, he crucio'd her. Oh, great here come the tears.

She hated him, hated him with everything inside her. She wanted to cause him so much pain that even daddy won't fix.

Hermione wanted to scream, and hit something. HAH! Now that wasn't such a bad idea.

'Oh, Malfoy, could you come here for a second?' he looked at her as he was opening the door and came back -albeit- a little warily.

SMACK!

Right across the Pureblood's face. He clutched his face and she took great satisfaction, although it wasn't half the pain he was going to suffer once he messed with her.

'You think for a second that I actually enjoyed that kiss, you are out of your inbred mind. I couldn't possible detest you as much as I do right now,' she laughed when she saw him wince.

Even in the dim lit coming from under the door she could spot the redness on his cheek from a mile. He'll cover it with glamor charms, but she'll always remember that she was the one that did it, and he was the one that deserved it.

Opening the door, she saw him leaning on the desk with fire in his eyes. 'Ferret,' she announced before closing it behind her.

Merlin, she felt alive.