On the Nature of Daylight

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

"You complete ass!" Hermione hissed as she pushed her hands into Malfoy's chest.

He didn't move. Not an inch.

"For the last time, I barely touched him!" Malfoy sighed and rolled his eyes. "He must have fallen down some stairs or something."

Hermione crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. "Is that what you did to him? Push him down the stairs?"

"No!" Malfoy protested.

"So his hand just broke itself then," Hermione countered.

Malfoy dropped his gaze to the dark floor between them. "Shouldn't have touched you," he mumbled.

"Excuse me?" Hermione snapped. "Touched me? When did he touch me? And even if he did-"

Malfoy's eyes lifted back up to hers and burned like ash covered coals. "Oh he did. I saw you." He took a step closer to her. "In the hallway, before Runes."

"Before..." Hermione tried to think back. Cormac had stopped her in the hallway and asked if to go out with him on Valentine's and... he had held her hand for a moment. "You broke his hand because he touched mine? Are you insane?!"

Malfoy glowered down at her. "I must be," he snarled. "If I'm fucking a dirty Mudblood like you I must be out of my goddamn mind."

She was not going to take this.  "Yeah, well, you're not anymore." Hermione retorted.

"Bullshit."

He grabbed her arms and shoved her back into the cold stone wall and his mouth found hers before she could utter a word of disagreement. She twisted against him, but Malfoy's hands were firm on her and his grip strong, digging in deeper the more she struggled.

Gradually she found herself kissing him back. God, she hated herself for it, but couldn't stop from moving her lips to meet his and tilting her head back just a little farther so he could press down harder. Malfoy gave a small moan and his grip on her changed. One hand slid up over her neck and the other lower, pulling her hips forward to meet his.

"You were saying?" he murmured in her ear as his lips softly brushed against the shell of it.

"You're a complete ass," she managed, trying to gather up the scraps of her dignity.

"Well that must be a turn on for you because you're shaking, Granger."

He pulled back far enough that she could see that devilishly handsome smirk on his face.

"With rage," she glared at him.

Malfoy chuckled. "Well, whatever it is, I like it." He nipped at her lip and Hermione pulled her head back away from him. His hand moved down from her neck and over her breast. He grasped it roughly, pressing it up and squeezing it. "And you like this."

Hermione hadn't noticed that her brows had pulled together and her lips had parted as short breaths moved through them. She hadn't noticed that her hands had moved themselves to rest on Malfoy's chest, slowly curling his shirt in her fingers. All she had noticed was the way his hand felt on her as he massaged her breast through her shirt with increasing pressure.

"So since you're free this weekend, how about giving me a go on these?" Malfoy grinned down at her.

Hermione came to her senses and shoved him back again and this time managed to move him far back enough that she slipped out from between him and the wall.

"I'm not," she snipped. "Like I told Cormac and now telling you," she said as Malfoy's eyes narrowed. "I've got things to do."

"Damn right you do." Malfoy smirked. "Now get over here and do them."