No Logic

Hermione paced back and forth while wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to get rid of the continuous flow of tears. “Get a hold of yourself,” she muttered angrily to herself between sniffing. “Bastard”.
“I hope your not talking about me Granger”. A figure stepped into the light, walked onto the grass just metres from her and leaned against the stone brick wall. She stopped dead in her tracks. Hermiones body started to shake. A mixture of being cold and the voice that had spoken sent shivers down her spine.

”Get away from me” she said with no feeling in the words spoken.
” Now, now, you’ve got to learn how to play nice” the figure replied, mockingly. Hermione slowly turned round so she could be face to face. Draco’s body stood motionless against the wall, with his arms crossed over his chest. A blonde strand of hair had come loose from the rest and was gently blowing in the late night chill. His gaze came up from the floor to look right into her eyes. He was smirking. “Just leave me alone!” Hermione spat.
”Now what would be the fun in doing that?” Draco asked rhetorically. Hermiones fists clenched with the hatred. Draco’s stare gazed down to see. He chuckled with delight. “So your going to hit me now are you? Stupid little mud blood.”
”I hate you!” And with that, Hermione charged towards him. She raised her hand and took a swing towards Draco’s face. Draco moved with fast reflexes and grabbed the wrist of the clenched fist coming his way. He slammed her body up against the wall and raised her arms above her head, firmly holding them there with one hand.

His body was pressed up against hers. His head resting by her neck, breathing heavily. Hermione too was breathing heavily. With every breath her breasts raised and were pushed into Draco’s chest. The pair stayed at rest for what seemed like minutes rather than a few seconds. Draco pulled back a little so he was able to look at her. Her head was turned sideways and her tear stained cheek was rubbing against the hard stone of the wall. Her gaze fixated on the floor. She turned her head to find him staring at her. A surge of lust and weakness flowed through Draco’s body when their eyes met. Hermione was not used to the way Draco was looking at her, almost lovingly. She must have been imagining things. She shook the thought out of her head immediately and remembered whose body she was pressed against.

Hermione began to wriggle from beneath him breaking him out of his trance. “Get off me, let me go!” she screamed. With each movement the exposed skin on her lower back and the backs of her hands were being torn and scratched by the jagged pieces of stone, bringing fresh tears to her eyes. Draco kept a firm grip on her wrists and with his other hand forcefully pushed her stomach so her back was firmly touching the wall. “It would hurt a lot less if you didn’t move,” he said with a concern tone in his voice.
Hermiones energy had run out and her body went almost limp against his. “What the hell do you care, fucking let me go!”

Draco remembered where his hand was rested and let his stare fall to it. He gradually moved it down and stroked the soft exposed skin of her firm stomach. He didn’t know what he was doing. “What the hell are you doing?!?! Get off of me right now Malfoy” Hermiones eyes were set on the top of his head from where it was lowered to see the bottom half of her body. Her voice however, had no meaning in it. The strand of loose blonde hair tickled her collarbone. Draco lifted his head and his face was just inches away from hers. Breathing again started to pick up pace. “I don’t know what im doing” he replied in a confused but soft tone. His hand moved a little higher and his index finger lightly brushed over the under wire of her bra. He looked for acceptance in Hermiones eyes. Her face was blank from shock. Not even a flicker.

“What am I doing” Draco asked himself in a whisper. He slowly started to lean in towards her, moving his hand from her stomach to her side. His lips were a few centimetres from hers. Hermione hesitated and leaned her head back. Draco pretended he hadn’t noticed and again leaned in, this time placing his lips on to hers. It was a soft, quick kiss that lasted about a second. Hermiones body filled with lust and she weakened to him. He then began licking and sucking over her neck and placed a few kisses over her collarbone. Draco then released her wrists and stepped back. His head was lowered, confused with how he was feeling. This was the girl he hated, his enemy, and now he was kissing her. Hermione let her hands fall and rubbed her wrists. She was speechless for once. Without looking at her Draco turned on his heels and began walking away, disgusted with himself.