One point

It took him two weeks to formulate a plan, one that was worthy of his Slytherin side but catered to her Gryffindor tendencies. It was brilliant, it was amazing, of course it was because he, the Slytherin prince, the head boy, had thought of it. Of course Blaise had commented on Draco being too cocky about and that all would come crashing down. But of course Draco had ignored the words of his fellow Slytherin and his only true friend. He was caught up in the Gryffindor’s web, and was fighting for his own emotional control, but of course his plan had backfired, and he’d end up with three weeks worth of detention, however getting him self locked in a closet with granger had been entertaining. His plan had been to seduce her; he had started with their physical defense class, he would smile back, one of those smiles that did quite reach his eyes. He would whisper complements to her when she would dodge a spell, he would get her attention, and after a week of compliments, he would run his hand along the small of her back and on patrol he would hold doors open for her. He was the perfect gentleman. He finally had her attention on the last day of classes before the winter holidays were to being. However the attention he received was a wand pointing against his throat, with a very annoyed Gryffindor at the other end.

“What is it with you Malfoy, do you have a desire for death or are you just horny enough to attempt to bed the head girl. Because I can tell you right now, that I will not ever submit to your whims. I am not the kind of girl you seam to think I am. I will not jump in to anyone’s bed let alone, and cold-hearted Slytherin snake such as your self. I would rather lay with Voldemort that spend the rest of my left stuck up with you”

Now that he thought of it, his comment of her having a delicious arse must have been a little too much. He had meant it, he had been watching her dodge and duck hex’s and he couldn’t take his eyes of those shapely legs and fine arse that had been toned oh so well by the months of training that they had undergone. Looking back at her he pushed her wand out of his face and just glared at her

“Keep your wand to yourself Miss. Granger”

Moody said in a clipped voice, the kids were getting anxious to get out of here he could feel it, his eye hand been rolling around his head with all the planning that they students had been up to lately. Hermione had pocketed her wand and headed out of the room thinking better of him, Draco followed her, and pushed her aside in to broom closet on the first floor, to speak with her.

“Granger, look I stepped the line, not that you will ever hear these words from my mouth again, I am… Well. Sorry.”

He really wasn’t sorry and she could tell, she had rolled her eyes at him.

“What do you want ferret, you have been almost decent to me these last few weeks and its starting to get rather tiresome, I don’t need doors held open for me.”

Draco just looked at her and leaned back against the wall. ‘ Oh you wouldn’t want to know what I want granger, it would make your head spin’

“You wouldn’t want to know what I want”

“Try Me,” Her voice was challenging and the way she moved her hair over her shoulders and looked him straight in the eye, made him move before his brain had time to catch up with the rest of his body. He was close to her, to close for what you would civil.

“You couldn’t handle what I want granger. Thrust me on this one, I can barely handle it.”

His words were falling on deaf ears, her body was paralyzed, her mind for once had stopped working, and she gasped as his lips decided on hers and for the first time, she acutely agreed with Malfoy that she wasn’t so sure she could handle the way her body was craving his. She wasn’t ready for the way his arms wrapped around her, or the way his tongue danced across her lips, nope she wasn’t ready for any of this. But she couldn’t stop her self. For the last few weeks she had felt the heat his hand had caused to rouse in her back whenever he touched her, or the way his eyes burned when they were dueling in class. She couldn’t stop her arms from wrapping around his neck. Maybe she could have stopped it, but who would want to stop something that felt like this? Her world seamed to shift to take on less of a tilt and her heart gave a flutter as he pulled away slightly, his lips barely gazing hers. Her breath was fast and she was wet. Now that the moment was over she pulled away and pushed against him, trying to get away from as far as she could. She tried the door and it wouldn’t open, she was panicking, and he thought it was kind of cute, shaking that thought from his head Draco pushed her aside ignoring the fact that whatever part she touched caught flame.

“You’re opening the door right” He tired, and tried, and tried. The door would not budge. Hermione snorted at him.

“Are you done being all macho, because really if I couldn’t get the door, how are you supposed to? What is it a pureblood only door?”

She was being a smart ass and she knew it but she couldn’t stop her self, she was hiding behind it and they both knew that, he glared at her and turned his back on her trying to open the door again but still the door would not budge. They tried for an hour and yet the door would not open, thirty minutes, of yelling for someone to open the door returned no response, so Draco gave up. He slid to the floor his head in his hands, she looked at him on the floor and snorted, by now the school had to be looking for them, had to be wondering where the head boy and girl were off to. Her Gryffindor friends must have wondered if she had been kidnapped or not. They had to have seen they walk out together. They had to. She slid down the wall, as well the broom closet was small, there was no way in the space to not somehow touch, it bothered her. She shouldn’t be feeling like this. She was not a small kid in a giant candy store. She kept telling her self this, but his touch was growing on her she had moved with out even knowing it and her foot was pressed up against it. It didn’t seam that he noticed, as his foot wasn’t pulled away.

“So, what do you plan to do after school”?

It was an innocent question that carried way to much behind it, she hadn’t meant it to be a loaded question she had only wanted to stop the thick silence between them, he looked at her tilting his head trying to think why she would ask the questions, what his answer would be, or if he would even answer after about six minutes he responded with a shrug. She nodded really not sure what else to do.

“You?”

It was spoken softly and she shrugged,

“I plan to go on to college, I mean once the war is over and such.” That is assuming that I live, the last part going unsaid but both of them were thinking it. Draco sighed and banged his head against the door, she seamed so sure of her self, that she would make it through the war and he was trying not to think about the fact that he would most likely be hunted down and killed. Sighing he moved his leg a little stretch out, maybe they would be saved soon. Someone had to have noticed that they were gone. Looking at his watch, he sighed.

“We missed potions” He smiled slightly.

“No, we missed potions review, I know all those potions, and could most likely brew half of them either blind-folded or in my sleep.” Draco agreed with her on that one.

“Is it just me, or does he think were all dunderheads, Dockins is not the best professor that Hogwarts has ever seen. It’s as if he thinks we didn’t learn this. I wondered if he studied under Snape.”


“They are the same age, they would have taken the course together if Professor Dockins went to school here”

“Where did he go?”

She shrugged and looked at her watch is was nearing dinner she stood up on to trip over his leg and land beside him hard on her knees.

“Owe”

She said quietly,

“Are you ok?” his voice was tinted with concern for her, it was something new and Hermione looked up at him and nodded. It was weird having him here, so close to her, and being civil, she liked it, again her body was moving before her mind had time to catch up, and she caught Draco’s lips with hers, the kiss began to heat up her hands in his hair his hands on her waits. She moaned quietly as he brought his hands up to run along her sides. She depended the kiss her mind momentarily shut off; she felt the loss of his hands and gasped as she was pulled in to his lap.

“We shouldn’t do this,” She gasped as he laid kisses down her neck.

She felt her protests dieing on her lips as his hands pulled her shirt out of her skirt. She knew she shouldn’t do this, knew she was going against everything she was but how could something that felt this good be so wrong. She moaned as she felt his hand slide up her shirt and caress her soft stomach. A moan was about to leave her lips when the door was flung open, which caused Draco, who was leaning against the door to fall on his back and Hermione to go with them.

“How interesting I should find the head boy and girl in my closet”

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Tornado averted, and a new chapter while i am at it, I'll try and get the thrid and hopefully the final (but i doubt it) chapter up tonight. But i make no promises!