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/ / indicate Draco’s POV

Chapter 5: Combustion

Draco entered the Great Hall with a grim look on his face. He went straight to the Slytherin table and sat down. He could see all eyes were fixated on his swollen cheek.

/Bloody bitch! I tried being nice to her and she slaps me./

He clenched his fist tightly and pounded on the table in anger. Pansy scooted over to his side and ran her knuckles over his cheek.

‘Baby, what happened to you?’ She leaned closer and tried to kiss his hurting cheek, but Draco just pushed her away.

‘It’s none of your damn business, you nosy bitch. Get away from me.’

Pansy sniffed in indignation and got up to sit at the other end of the table. She may be promiscuous but she did have some pride.

Draco just rolled his eyes and looked around the Hall. He glanced at the Gryffindor table. Potty, Weasel and the Weaselette were looking around just like him.

/Where is she?/

Blue-gray eyes met green. Draco smirked when the Idiot Who Lived cast him a look that exuded pure hate. The world probably stopped turning for a moment, and must only have resumed when the glaring match ceased.

/What a loser./

The redheaded Weaselette suddenly whipped around to look at the direction of the Great Hall’s door.

And there she was.

His Granger.

And her goddamn neck.

She was flushed, as if she had been running for hours. She was walking towards the Gryffindor table when she turned to glare daggers at him. She sat down in a huff.

/Still angry. I wonder if I should apologize./

Draco shocked himself by thinking this. He really was getting soft.

/A Malfoy never apologizes. What’s wrong with you?!/

He sighed.

/I’m in love with a disgusting Mudblood. What can be any more wrong than that?/

He thought for a while and decided that a fresh bout of verbal war with the Gryffindor Golden Trio will wash away his longing for the girl with chocolate eyes and a beautiful neck.

He was about to get up when he saw Potty lean closer to Hermione. He was whispering something in her ear. The girl blushed a little and said something very long.

/Probably explaining where she was./

The green-eyed boy tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear and ran his fingertips along the side of her neck. The neck HE desired.

Draco growled.

/He’s putting the moves on my Granger, the bloody annoying git./

He frowned. The girl wasn’t his, and he knew that. Neither should he want the girl. Not even a little. Not even at all.

He watched them very closely. Especially Hermione. He wanted to see if she was responding to Potty’s pathetic little flirtations.

She giggled when Harry whispered some presumably sweet little nothing in her ear. She was biting her lip and blushing ten shades redder than the Weasel’s hair.

Draco was on the verge of an apoplexy when he saw something that nearly made him jump around in satisfaction.

Potty tried to hold Hermione’s hand, but she pried it away from Harry’s and laid it on her lap.

Draco grinned. Poor little Harry Potter was looking ridiculous, obviously trying to apologize to the miffed girl. Granger was rolling her eyes and pulling at the robes to make the pathetic boy sit down.

She looked at the Slytherin table, and saw Draco’s eyes filled with mirth, an amused grin on his face.

Hermione scowled a little and then got this look on her face. Draco just couldn’t tell what it meant.

He found out soon enough.

She grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him down. She leaned in closer and whispered something in the boy’s ear.

Then she blew lightly, mimicking the Slytherin prefect’s movements earlier.

And licked.

Draco gasped.

/Fuck!/

Of course Potty gasped too. The boy removed his glasses to wipe the sweat from his brow. He then turned to Hermione, confusion in his green eyes.

The girl, however, wasn’t paying attention to him. She didn’t even hear his voice when he said something. She was paying attention to someone else, and had eyes only for that person.

She opened her mouth slightly and her tongue slid out.

She licked her lips ever-slowly.

Draco gasped again.

/Merlin! What in the hell is she doing!?/

Hermione then turned her head to place a massive kiss on Potty’s lips. She was brushing her thumb against the side of his mouth when she felt her arm being seized by strong fingers.

She saw Draco’s face, pain and fury reflected in his eyes.

‘You are coming with me,’ he roared harshly.

‘No.’ she said decisively. She tried to pry her arm away, but he was just too strong. She looked at her friends, but they were just looking at Draco in utter and complete astonishment. Ginny’s face was as red as her hair, Ron looked like he was about to hurl slugs again, and Harry, well, he looked like an. . .

/Idiot./

‘You are coming with me,’ he repeated.

He dragged her away from Potter, away from the Gryffindor table.

As soon as they got outside the Great Hall, Draco released her arm. He was getting quite tired with her struggling.

‘YOU!’ Hermione screeched.

It was like a replay of the scene before. She raised her hand to slap him, but he caught her wrist again. Only this time, he didn’t push her to the wall. He released her wrist, quickly slipped an arm around her waist and another around her knees and lifted her over his shoulder, her backside raised in the air.

Hermione opened her mouth to scream.

/Oh hell./

‘Shut up,’ he ordered fiercely.

Draco realized, as he was carrying the struggling girl on his shoulders, that the feeling of Hermione in his arms was the sweetest feeling in the world.

He brought her outside, to the Quidditch pitch.

‘Let go of me,’ she said simply.

He did just that. He dropped her and she landed on her rear.

‘Ow. Not like that!’ She got up slowly, rubbing her butt.

Draco shrugged.

‘Now what?’

She was looking at him, a mixture of hate, amusement and interest on her face.
The sound of thunder rumbled through the sky. She looked up. Gray storm clouds were hovering above.

‘Are you going to tell me anytime before it rains?’ She placed her hands on her hips and tilted her head.

/Beautiful. Simply beautiful./

Draco felt raindrops falling and looked at the girl.

‘Guess not,’ he drawled. With a grin, he took one step closer. It was beginning to rain harder, and they were getting soaked.

Hermione was drenched, head to toe. The sight she made aroused him to the fullest. Her wet clothes accentuated her curves, water dripped down her legs.

He gritted his teeth to keep from moaning.

/Don’t do this to me, Granger./

‘We’re gonna get sick, Malfoy. Will you just say what you want to say?’

She was shivering now. He wanted to envelop her in his embrace.

‘What the hell were you doing back there, Granger? Kissing Potty to annoy me.’ He took a step closer.

‘I wasn’t’ was her only reply.

/No violent reaction?/

She was fixated to the spot she was standing on. She didn’t move. She merely opened her mouth to speak.

‘I was trying to make you jealous.’

Draco’s jaw dropped open. Raindrops were falling inside his mouth, but he didn’t care at all.

/Did I hear her right?/

‘What?’

Hermione bit her lip. ‘You heard me.’

He took another step closer, searching the girl’s eyes for something that says she’s lying. There was none.

In her eyes, an ongoing battle was taking place. Hesitation against want, hate against passion.

Such was the battle ongoing in Draco’s own heart.

He took another step, and this time they were a hair’s breadth away from each other. He cupped her face in his hand brought his face closer.

He growled.

‘I can take you right here, you know. And you won’t be able to do anything.’ He was teasing, instead of threatening. ‘I can rip your clothes off and ravish you right now.’

‘I know,’ she replied. ‘That’s why I did that.’

He growled and let go of her chin.

‘I don’t understand you, Granger! What the hell is it that you want?!’

She shrugged. ‘You brought me here. What is it that YOU want?’

Time stood still. He turned around to leave. He only got around to taking a few steps when his mouth dropped open again at her words.

‘Do you want me?’

He whirled around to face her. They were both soaking and cold. Inside, though, he felt like he was burning. Heat was spreading all over his body, warming him to his toes.

He stood in front of her once more and leaned in.

‘Yes.’

And before he could kiss her, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him first.

/Bloody hell./
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