Extreme Temperature Changes Ahead!

Ok, so you’ve made it to chapter two! Please let me know if you think this story is going places, or if you think it’s rubbish and I should toss it straight into the trash! Well… I don’t think I can technically crumple a webpage up and toss it into the trash, but I can damn well try! And review, dammit! Or I shall put a hex on you! Or… I can… try… *frantic waving motions*

Sorry about all the delay, it’s my last week of classes and I have finals as well so it’s been really hectic around my place with everything. This is my first chance I’ve had to sit down and write something. I hope you all enjoy it.

Hermione had tossed and turned all night before finally giving up. She decided she’d rather use the extra time to get a head start on some of the homework she’d been assigned. She sat down at the desk in her common room and started on an essay for potions class.

Draco had heard Hermione leave his room, as he had been up all night staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t wait to get out of his room and start his day. At least he’d have something to distract him from thinking about that ugly mudblood. What was he saying? She wasn’t ugly. In fact, she had perfect legs, skin that looked like satin, a tight ass, and breasts that looked soft and supple to the touch. Draco imagined what it would be like to run his hands up her silky smooth thighs, over her nice ass and then left to roam over her body wherever he pleased.

Draco thought about last night, when he had pinned her against the wall using his body. He found himself liking it too much, and had to push her away. He made sure to shoot her a look so she wouldn’t see the desire pulsing behind his gray eyes. Oh gods, he was sure now. He wanted her. He wanted her more than anything else. He had been with Pansy many, many times, and his body had never reacted the way it did when he simply touched Hermione. Granger! Gods, it was starting already. He just couldn’t let her know how much he really did like her. It could never happen. NOT EVER. He was going to make sure of that.

Hermione perked up from her essay when she heard Draco coming out of his room upstairs. She didn’t want another altercation. She rolled her eyes when he came down the stairs and walked over to her.

Draco’s mind was spinning. He wanted her. He didn’t want her. He wanted to run his hands up and down her body. He wanted to slap her and spit in her face. He didn’t know what to do. Coming around the corner, he saw she was dressed in tight silk pajamas. They left almost nothing to the imagination. Wasn’t she cold? Gods, her pj’s were almost see-through.

Hermione was completely surprised when Draco came up to her, opened his mouth as if to say something, thought about it, and then closed it and walked away. What was this world coming to?

Draco waged an internal war with himself. If he were to tell the witch about his true feelings, then she would surely laugh at him and not take him seriously. If he kept his mouth shut, he would live in agony for the rest of the year. Especially if she got a boyfriend. He was almost back to the stairs leading up to his room when he came up with the perfect solution.

Hermione had just turned back to her essay when Draco came rushing back to her desk. He was practically running. She stood up from her chair and turned around to look at him.

“Malfoy, what the hell ar-,” before she could finish her sentence, Draco smashed his mouth down onto hers. He kissed her with all the fervor and passion he had. Hermione broke the kiss and started screaming obscenities at him She didn’t see the hurt in his eyes as she pushed him away.