The Kindling Fire Between Us

Hermione could almost inhale the heat and lust that radiated off of Draco after her last statement. His eyes were the darkest mixture of blue and silver she had ever seen. His pouty lips, glistening with a dewy sheen. His beautifully structured face still contoured in a look of hateful passion as she still held his manhood in her hand. She could feel the heat between her legs building even more intensely. She knew the stakes in this little game were much higher than before.

Draco slowly reached down to where her hand was cupping him. His warm fingers steadied over hers and she thought he would remove her hand, but instead he put pressure on her fingers, making her hold him tightly. Hermione looked at him incredulously and removed her hand quickly, folding her arms protectively in front of herself. A grin spread out over his face.

\" You sick bastard,\"

\" Oh, stop complaining Granger, you know you like me that way,\"

\" I don\'t like you anyway,\"

\" Really, are you sure? Because I\'m pretty certain you enjoy having me in a horny way, or was that your alter ego that was just rubbing me through my trousers?\"

Hermione looked away. Though she was tempted to slap him and storm away, she couldn\'t ignore the still growing ache that had yet to be satisfied in the pit of her stomach. She was determined not to walk away from this night unsatisfied.

\" Malfoy, is there a reason you\'re trying to start up an argument, or...perhaps you\'re scared of my little threat earlier...maybe you\'re doubting yourself. Maybe you\'re having second thoughts. Could it be that immaculate Draco Malfoy thinks he\'s going to lose? Perhaps your control over your libido is less than par. Could it be that you have an \'early shooters\' problem?\"
Draco looked at her dangerously. It was one thing to even think one could out do the great Draco Malfoy, it was another to offend his libido.

In a swift move he had her pinned against a bookshelf, bodies crushed together like there was no tomorrow.

\" Granger, you have no idea how surprisingly good my libido is. I\'m just concerned you won\'t be able to keep up,\" The ante has just been upped. Draco was stating that he was not backing down. Now all that was left as to see if Hermione would do the same or run out and pretend the whole things had never happened. Silence passed. Bodies were still. Silver eyes were locked with honey ones. Hot breaths mixed in mingled dances.

\" As I said before, we\'ll just have to find out, won\'t we?\" Draco\'s eyes narrowed and a small smirk reappeared across his lips. This new Granger, this voyeurist he had up against a bookshelf had him more turned on the he\'d ever been in his life. His erection throbbed violently in his pants, but he ignored it for now. Because right then, right there was a cosmic event just waiting to take place. He could feel it and he damn well knew she could. Now all he had to do was conquer and ride it for all it was worth.

Hermione couldn\'t believe she had said it. She felt like such a traitor. Like she had just slain all her morals.

Her mind disagreed.

\' I can\'t believe I\'m going to do this! Maybe I was set to get some before, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe I can run. Maybe this is actually all just one of my many unfulfilled dreams.

Good lord, this is the one time I decided to leave you alone so you could just feel, not think, yet you come to me for help.

You don\'t understand! If I do this, it\'ll affect not just me, but you as well. This is going to be a life altering, history gingging event!

Okay, I\'m going to say this once and you\'re going to have to listen carefully. Ready?

I suppose...

It\'s only sex!!! Hot, passionate, loathsome sex!! That\'s it!!

But it\'s so much more...

I\'m giving up!! I am now handoverover the power of thought to your arousal.

But...

Sorry, if you\'d like to make a call please hang up and try again. If you need help, hang up, and dial your operator...

Alright, alright!\'

Hermione focused on the enticing figure in front of her. He was still looking at her with clouded eyes. She starred at his lips. His lustful lips. Those lips that spewed out hateful words. Those lips that seduced her to no ends. She waited for his response.

\" I guess we will,\" Looking up from his lips to his eyes, she knew there was no turning back. As if initiating this thought, he leaned forward crushed his lips to hers.

At first she was shocked. She had imagined that moment for so long and now that it was there she didn\'t know what to do. She felt his tongue move over her lips, yearning for entrance. So she did the only thing she could do, she opened her mouth. His tongue invaded her essence. His lips moved forcefully over hers. His fingers were pulling on her hair, her body was crushed up against a bookshelf, but she could care less. His tongue. That tongue. That soft, piercing, delicious tongue was warming over every crevice of her mouth and that was all that mattered. He was sucking the life out of her and she wouldn\'t trade it for anything.

After a few more strokes from his tongue, a sudden and somewhat frightening thought popped into Hermione\'s head. Perhaps Malfoy thought he had finally conquered her. Perhaps he sensed that he was leaving her spellbound with this kiss and thought he had won the game. A typical Malfoy thought. Well, she had to even the score. She wrapped a leg around his waist and slid her tongue over his. She felt him tense up for a second, obviously not expecting her to react. Right when she thought she had gained the upperhand, he smiled against her lips, brought his hand to her arse, and further ground himself against her. She threw her head back, biting her lip, trying not to moan. He took this opportunity to lay a burning trail of kisses to her ear. Yes, his kisses were delicious, but she needed more than that.

\" Malfoy, foreplay is great and all, but do you mind if we move somewhere-more comfortable?\"
Draco looked up at her with his shinning, mischievous eyes and let out a light laugh.

\"My, my, Granger, quite the direct type aren\'t we? Well, whatever you desire...actually whatever you desire and I like...will be done,\"

With a roll of her eyes, Hermione unhooked her leg from his hip, grabbed his tie, led him to her table (even at times like those she remembered her books), took hold of her bag and books, then led him out of the library.

\" Not that I don\'t like being man-handled by you, but, really, I can manage to walk on my own,\"

\" Well, it didn\'t seem...\" But Hermione\'s argument was caught off short by his finger being placed her to her lips. At first she was going to protest but suddenly understood what he was listening for. Filch. The good ol\' git was apparently on their trail and was closing in on them.

\" Follow me,\" Hermione shut off her natural instincts to yell at him for such a blunt demand, but there was no time for her to protest. He grabbed her hand and began to run at a stealthy, but quiet pace. They rounded a corner then stopped, catching their breaths, listening for the slightest sound. Suddenly, Filch\'s voice rang out too close for comfort.

\" Stupid little prats! Running \'round, acting like little hooligans! When I catch you, I\'ll hang you by your thumbs!\"

Draco\'s hand found Hermione\'s again and they ran at a faster pace then before. Really, in retrospect, it was quite silly. Two 7th years running from an old, greasy man. But at that moment, the idea of Filch hanging them by their anythings wasn\'t too pleasant.