What he wants

Hermione woke up with smell of bacon and egg's filling the air.

"Are you up yet?" she heard a voice whisper, seemingly from the doorway.

She didn't answer, curious to see what would happen when she didn't. Soon she felt
the bed dip to her left and a hand snaked around her waist.

‘What had she done last night?' She asked herself before turning to face the man in her
room.

"Ahh!!! Malfoy, what are you doing here?" she demanded, pulling the covers over
herself as much as she could with him sitting on half of them.

"You're not even half naked, why are you covering yourself?" Draco Malfoy asked,
tugging the covers out of her vice like grip.

His hand grazed hers and pieces of the night before came flooding back.

"I'll ask again." she said, taking the pillow her head was resting on and hugging it to her
chest, "What are you doing here?"

"I thought I made it clear last night." the young wizard said, an eyebrow arching
perfectly.

"Tell me this is some sick joke and you're Harry with polyjuice in your system." she
muttered, looking up at him quickly for signs of black hair or a scar. "Damn and double
damn." she said under her breath.

"What was that? I didn't catch your last bit." Draco, no Malfoy, said, leaning in and tilting
his head to her.

"You're not funny." she muttered, pushing his head away and swinging her feet off of
the bed and sighing.

There were clothes all over her floor, something she never did, and she was sure those
were boxers on the chair in the corner. She stole a glance at Malfoy and paled when
she saw a towel wrapped around his waist. She glanced down suddenly to see herself
covered with his shirt, which looked very much like a uniform shirt from Hogwarts.

"What did you do to me last night?" she asked, going to the full length mirror that hung
behind her door to examine herself.

She looked fine. No, wait what was that on her neck?

"What the hell is this, Malfoy!" she cried, turning and pointing to a rather large mark on
her neck that looked suspiciously looked like a bite mark.

"Well that look's like a bite mark, a very nice mark at that." The blond boy said, standing
up and walking over to stand in front of her. "Look's lovely on you, love." he murmured
before catching her lips in a soft kiss.

"Get off of me!" she said shoving him away.

Her eyes widened as she saw the towel slip from his waist and pool onto the floor at his
feet. She took a moment to study his...anatomy before turning around. Victor wasn't
that long, or thick, nor did Neville measure up.

"Oh my God's, woman, you've seen what I have! There's no need to turn away." a very
annoyed Draco said behind her. Wait she's saw little Draco and now she's on a first
name basis?

"I think it would be best if you left Dra...Malfoy." Hermione said turning to face him,
making sure not to break eye contact.

"Hermione, please call me Draco. I'm sorry about last night too. I've been looking for
you for a while and when I finally found you I couldn’t help myself. It won't happen
again." he assured her before giving a slight smile.

"Draco," she said, weighing it on her tongue before continuing, "Although I'm flattered,
you need to get dressed and leave. I have work." she said, falling on her back up plan
for bad dates.

"No you don't you have today off." he said simply.

"How do you know that?" she asked, breathing heavily at the thought of him following
her and calling her job.

"You have it written on a note on the refrigerator." he said shrugging.

‘Damn my organizational skills' she chanted over and over again. If he looked hard
enough, which she was sure he had, he would have also seen that this Friday started
her holiday from the Ministry for a week.

"Great." she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes when he smiled.

"Now you were saying something about me having to get dressed." he said innocently,
stepping forward and flicking open a button on the shirt she wore.

"What are you doing?" she breathed, backing up until she felt the cool mirror on her
back.

"I'm getting dressed, you have my shirt on. For me to get dressed you have to take it
off." he explained after two more buttons.


She closed her eyes. She had told him to get dressed and leave, but she didn't mean it
like this.

"I'll take it off myself, wait outside." she instructed when she felt the warm morning air
on her almost exposed breasts.

"I've seen you before, Hermione. How do you think you got into the shirt in the first
place?" Draco asked, smirking as she let the fact roll through her mind.

"Oh God's." she said again, closing her eyes and throwing her head back onto the
mirror, which didn't let her head bounce back as she would have liked.

"Careful now, Hermione, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself. We still have a lot to talk
about today." the boy, man.....boy in front of her scolded.

"So sorry." she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

She reached a hand up to rub the back of her head but was brought up short when she
felt the dull throb that had started stop. She looked around to find Draco, the git, with
his wand out and pointed to her head.

"Next time, warn me." she shot at him, refusing to thank him. He'd almost given her a
heart attack last night, after all.

"You're welcome." Draco replied, sweetly.

After a moment of silence, uncomfortable from her end, probably nice a cozy from
Malfoys, Hermione slid towards the door.

"I think you should lay down. A nasty bump like that could have side effects." she heard
from behind her.

"I'm fine." she said before taking a shaky step out in the hallway. "Let me down!" were
the next words out of her mouth as she found her self being picked up from behind.

She was laid on her bed and was going to move until a still naked Draco covered her
with his own body.

"You're not going anywhere." he whispered before kissing her neck with a gentle kiss.
"For a long," kiss, "long," kiss, "time." he ended his speech with a nip to the base of her
throat.

"Let me up." she ordered, without force.

In all honesty, she'd been rather turned on by the show Draco presented to her last
night, but she was loath to admit it. She'd had her eye on him since sixth year, when
he'd saved her during the war by killing the death eater that had taken her hostage,
Lucius Malfoy. She was pulled a back to the present by Draco kissing his way down to
her navel, pausing to unbutton the few buttons that still remained.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, looking up after the task of un-buttoning was over.

Hermione thought for a moment before answering.

"No, Draco. Continue." she sighed as she felt his fingers graze her already wet curls.

"That's what I like to hear." Draco said before kissing her thigh, then moving to his
real goal.


Big thanks to my reviewers:

destiney- thanks, finaly updated so no more waitng.

FuMan Skeeto- thank you for the advice.

ancientgirl- i think you got you're answer in this one lol

MySecretsOut- thanks for the support

viz - no more nail biting, it's here (plus it's a nasty habit to break, ha ha)

Tataru- it's one of the more effective way's to get a girl's attention I'm sure

apparateawaydm- I didn't want to plunge right into the deed so thanks for sharing my views

slytherinswn- I think it will be interesting to see where I go with it too, I'm not quite sure yet

Rain- of course I could leave it like that, but I'm nice so I'm not going to

Maya´s Dragon- I like your wording, cute works for me with this thanks for the review


Sorry it took so long to get this chap up. I'm thinking about getting a beta and was thinking about it for a long time while I was writing it. If you know someone willing to help, tell me plz. Other than that enjoy the chap. Orion