Wicked Love (Dramione)

Confrontation

Hermione decided she would go see Draco. She would be breaking her trust with Fred in doing so, but she had to tell Draco to stop acting off feelings of jealousy. She slowly got out of bed and wrapped up in her robe. Double-checking to make sure everyone was still asleep, she shut the door behind her. Slowly creeping through the halls, Hermione's mind harassed her with doubts. What if she got caught? What if he doesn't show up? What will Fred think? It was too late for her to turn back now. She had to speak with Draco. As she got closer to the portrait, she heard someone whisper her name.

"Granger? You actually showed." Draco smirked

"Yes Malfoy, I did. Now let's go into the common room before anyone sees us." Hermione hastily opened the portrait and the two went in. It was a quiet walk to the room, Hermione was trying not to show how nervous she was. As they entered the room, Draco placed his hand on her shoulder and turned her towards him.

"Hermione, why are you acting so strange around me?" He asked with a hurt look

"Well let's see, I can't walk into a room without people looking at me and whispering. Plus, your girlfriend looks as if she's ready to curse me every time I come near her." Hermione snapped taking his hand off of her

"First off, Pansy isn't my girlfriend. She thinks just because we grew up together that we're going to get married. My parents don't help things either. Secondly, who cares what other people think. I can't stand the way you avoid looking at me. There's no one here and you're still doing it. Why can't you just look at me?" Draco pleaded, placing his hand on her cheek.

"Do you even hear what you're saying? What would your father say? I'm muggle-born Draco. Being your friend puts you in harm's way. I won't be the reason they are harder on you. I have to look away. It's the only way that will get you to realize that we can't be friends." Hermione felt a tear leave her eye.

"Oh, Granger.." Draco wiped the tear away with his thumb "Don't you get it? I don't want to be your friend. I want to be yours. I don't care that you are muggle-born. I just want you." Draco confessed leaning in closer to Hermione's face. "Tell me to stop and I'll stop" He whispered.

Hermione was frozen. She could feel Draco's breath on her lips. This wasn't supposed to happen. She was supposed to be telling him to leave her alone. Instead, she wanted nothing more than to give in. The way he was looking at her made her weak. His silver eyes were staring right into her. She needed to tell him to stop, but she found herself leaning into the kiss. It was so natural, the feeling of his lips against hers. When she pulled away, he looked at her with a smile.

"Draco...." Hermione started to speak, but Draco put his finger on her lips to stop her. The next thing she knew, his hands were tangled in her hair as he pulled her in for another kiss. She couldn't fight something she's always yearned for. She gave in to his seduction. Her lips met his with a rush of passion. He pushed her up against the wall and smirked.

"I like this version of Hermione" He lightly grazed her neck with his hand. Chill bumps rose following his touch.

"What... What are you doing?" Hermione stammered, trying to regain her senses.

His eyes met hers, she could see the lust in them. Before she could say another word, his lips were planting soft kisses on her neck.  A quiet moan escaped from her lips. He slowly kissed down to her collarbone and he looked up with a devilish grin. Her heart was beating faster with every touch.

"You are magnificent" He whispered, unbuttoning her blouse.

Hermione grabbed his face and pulled his lips back to hers. She had never felt like this with anyone, he was addicting in every way imanginable. When he touched her skin, all her thoughts vanished. Draco stopped to look at her.