The Thought Of It All

Chapter 18...I'm supposed to be posting for Girl Afraid, but I really miss this story when I am writing something else. It's my baby... oh how i'll miss you when you are done. Okay... anyway...story down there.

Sitting on the steps that led to the Astronomy Tower, she finally went up the tears. With a flick of her wand, she fashioned a mirror in which to look in. The sight in front of her almost made her cry again, she looked horrifying. The boils took up every inch of her skin, from the tips of her fingers to the bottom of her toes.

And although this could go away with a simple spell, she now knew how Malfoy felt when covered by boils. He'd feel ridiculous, like she felt at this moment, except without all the pain, it was pretty much the same thing. But the difference between her and Malfoy was that she wasn't willing to give up so easily. She'd make him beg, and apologize profoundly for all that he had done.

It's not like she was going to forgive him, but it was nice knowing that he actually had a heart, and that it actually functioned without tormenting others.

She flicked her wand around her, muttered a counter-curse and wiped the remaining tears that ran down her cheeks. Now, she needed to devise another plan.

Hmm...What would make Malfoy very, very angry?

She knew he always cringed when she touched him in any way, calling it "Mudblood germs". Touching him? Hmm.. that should freak him out enough! She couldn't stop the malicious smile that spread the length of her lips.

Revenge was sweet.

Hermione quickly got up and then looked at her watch, it was still dinner time, maybe 10 minutes untill it was finished. So how would she get Malfoy alone and touch him?

The thought alone repelled her .. but desperate times called for desperate measures.

She sneaked down the corridor. Although everyone was still in the Great Hall, she wanted to be on the safe side. She flattened herself against the wall, hoping she'd become invisible. Well, the armor in front of her did that for her.

What were the odds? She smiled, then became all too serious when the doors opened. She saw Ron and Harry look around, probably for her. She would just visit them later.

Then she saw Malfoy. He was in the crowd of Slytherin's, but she saw him say something and then they parted ways, Malfoy up the stairs, and the rest out the door to the courtyard.

This time she would follow him and get back at him for what he did. When everyone had gone back to their Common rooms, she finally moved. Holding in her breath and slowly moving up the stairs, she saw Malfoy's blond hair walking down the hallway.

He was coming this way again, why? What did he do up here, especially at night?

Malfoy looked around, making sure no one followed him and quietly entered the room, closing the door behind him. Hermione, who was behind another armor, realized that was where the Room of Requirement was located.

She started for it, hopefully quiet enough to catch Malfoy in the act, of what? She did not know, but intended to find out. She was in front of the door and knew she'd have to walk three times to get inside the bloody room.

Unlike Harry or anyone else, Hermione had figured out a very hard counter-spell to the enchantment that covered the room. Knowing that the door would remain invisible and locked, because no doubt Malfoy had wished it to be that way, she chanted it. The door suddenly clicked. It was unlocked, but was it safe to enter? She guessed she had to find out.

Opening the door quietly and as slowly as possible, she was met with an empty room. Well, not empty if you counted junk and garbage, piling up to the ceiling.

'Did I get this right? I heard professor Flitwick mention the spell to Snape once,' she muttered to herself. A door on her right was the only one in the room but the door was shut. Huh, strange.

She moved in but only got so far. She suddenly found herself against a wall. With Malfoy pressing into her. Okay, so he wasn't totally repelled by her touch.

'What are you doing here?' he hissed, an angry red vein popping out in the vicinity of his forehead. Didn't he look dashing? She laughed in her head.

'Just out for a stroll. What about you, Malfoy? She asked nonchalant.

'You think I'm going to believe that nonsense? I knew you were following me ever since you hid behind the armor. Nice job of concealing yourself, by the way,' he snapped. His hand found its way to her throat, and he was pressing rather painfully. Not painful enough to lose oxygen but to land various bruises come morning.

Time to put her plan into action. If you could necessarily call it that. She brought her hands up and placed them on his arms, noting the wince of his face, she inwardly smiled. Then she slowly ran her fingers up and and down, caressing him.

She tried not to puke when she saw his eyes drift shut. Then she ran her hands down the length of his chest, from the neck all the way to the belt of his pants, and again and again.

'Granger, may I ask you what you are doing?' he voiced out with still closed eyes.

'Oh, nothing Malfoy. I just can't seem to control myself. You really taught me a lesson today, and I wanted to say thank you, because now I really know that it hurts you,' she breathed out. His eyes opened, took in the serious expression and fluttered shut again.

What a little Wanker. Never trust your enemies, twit.

'In fact, I want to do anything in my power, for you to know that I am deeply deeply sorry,' she whispered. When he pressed into her, she vaguely noted the hardness and blushed crimson. Blimey, he was affecting her. No...No...

Oh, he was moving in to her kiss. No...no...oh Merlin no...

'Oh yeah, would you do anything?' his voice gruff. He was affected.

Huh..

Hermione made a move to take off his robes when PLOW, her knee made contact with his nether regions. He then went down like a lamp, holding his family jewels and whining like a little girl.

She chuckled and crouched down till she was eye level with the cockroach. 'Mess with me again, and next time I'll make sure you never produce.'

Then kicked him in the stomach. She walked out without a backward glance and smiled the whole way home- or in this case to her Common room.

A/N: I hope you liked it. Some steamy action, sorta. But in the end it's still hate. Hehehe. Tell me what you think, Don't worry Malfoy will still have kids... produce regulated sperm... hehe

Dedicated to my boyfriend, not that I want to hit you down there, but they do come in handy for other things wink wink

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