Out of Control

Chapter Three

"Well? Did you catch them?" Phil asked as his bodyguards stalked into his private room.

"No, they got away," a huge man mumbled, in a deep husky voice.

"What? I want to know what they were doing in my room! And how exactly did they even get in here, I've been sitting here for hours, I would have seen them!" Phil boomed, pacing around the room.

The men all looked questioningly at each other. "But Big Phil, you were down just moments before, you know, having your way with one of them chicks from the dance floor," another man said, clearly baffled.

"What on earth are you talking about?" Phil yelled.

"We saw you take that girl up to your room Phil, so we tried to stop that blonde bloke from coming after the both of you. Remember?"

"No, I have no idea what the hell you lot are talking about," Phil replied, sitting down on his couch, scratching his head.

The men continued to look around the room uneasily, waiting for further instructions from their boss. Suddenly, one of the men walked over to Phil's bed. "Hey look here, it's that girls purse."

And sure enough, there sat Hermione Granger's purse, on the floor with its contents spread around the carpet.

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Draco had woken up about an hour after they had each dozed off, due to nature's call. He walked over to the sink and splashed some water in his face, then grabbed a towel to wipe away the refreshing liquid. He poured himself a glass of water and began to drink it when suddenly he heard Hermione scream at the top of her lungs. She had startled him so much that he dropped the glass, and didn't even hear it shatter on the floor over her earsplitting screech. He raced into his bedroom, cutting his bare feet on the shards of glass, and found Hermione wildly sparring under his bed covers.

"Get away! Get off of me!" she screamed into the night.

"Hermione, calm down," he said as he approached the bed. Out of nowhere, her leg kicked him with a huge force straight in the stomach, and he fell over onto the bed with the wind knocked out of him.

"Get off of me! NOW!" she continued to shriek as she pushed his body off of the bed with a hard shove from her legs. The loud 'CLUNK' from Draco's body hitting the floor brought her out of her oblivious state and she finally managed to get her head out from underneath the covers. Her eyes frantically looked around her, her heart was beating furiously under her breasts, and her shirt was sticking to her from sweating. She untangled herself from the covers as she quietly said to herself, just a dream, it was just a dream. Okay, well more like a nightmare-

"Ohhh," she heard someone moan from the floor. She looked down and sure enough there was Malfoy, lying halfway under his bed with his bloody feet sticking out.

"Draco!" she yelped as she leapt off of the bed. "What happened? Why are you bleeding?" she asked as she lent her hand to him to help him sit up.

"Well, you were having a nightmare and you accidentally kicked me in the stomach," he said, chuckling at the situation. "It kind of hurt," he said as he rubbed his abdomen.

"I'm so sorry! I was having a nightmare about that horrible man, I guess I thought you were him," she said embarrassed.

"I'm fine, no problem," he said trying to stand, but forgetting that his feet had glass stuck in them. "Ahh," he hissed at the pain. "I was drinking a glass of water and when you screamed it surprised me and I dropped it, then stepped in it while I was running in here," he explained at her suspicious stare.

She felt flattered that he had run to help her, even more so that he didn't care if he had to step on glass to do it.

He reached down and attempted to pull some of the glass out of his heel, but Hermione's hand slapped it away. He looked up at her questioningly.

"I'll go get my wand," she said as she hopped off of his bed and went to where her shoes and purse were on the table. However when she reached the table, it suddenly struck her that she didn't remember bringing her purse to Draco's. She gasped out loud.

"What is it?"

"My purse, it's not here," she said frantically searching for it. "I don't recall bringing it here," she said as she turned to look at Draco. "This is bad, Draco, my wand is in there," she said walking back over to him.

"Well, we will look for it tomorrow, there is nothing that we can do right now," he said. "Do remember where you last had it?"

"I know I had it when we left the coffee shop, and I remember I was wearing it across my shoulder when we were dancing..."

"And?"

"And I remember Phil threw it on the floor once he hurled me inside his room," she whispered as she recalled the nights events.

Draco gulped nervously. This wasn't looking good, Draco would prefer to never meet Phil and those men ever again. And he was sure that the same went for Hermione. She looked into his eyes tensely.

"We'll figure something out, don't worry," he said. He began picking at his feet again but Hermione stopped him. She went and fetched his wand, then performed a healing charm for him.

"There, good as new," she said. She followed him into the bathroom, where he cleaned up the rest of the mess.

"Draco, do you mind if I take a shower?"

"No, go ahead," he said gesturing for her to help herself.

"Thanks," she said as she closed the door and peeled the sweaty T-shirt off of her body. "Gross," she laughed to herself. "That must have been one intense nightmare," she mused.

"Here are some towels, and a wash-" Draco stopped dead in his tracks.

Hermione spun around and clutched the shirt to her chest, her cheeks burning.

Draco just stood there, staring at her tan and well-developed body. Wow, he mouthed silently, as he saw her blush. He realized that she had caught the silent comment, and he quickly departed muttering a soft "Sorry."

Hermione shook her head and hopped into the shower. When she finished, she wrapped herself in one of the dark green bathrobes and began to towel dry her hair. She walked back into his room and saw him lying on his stomach on his bed.

"Hi," she said, breaking the silence.

Draco lifted his eyes to greet hers and sat up immediately. "Sorry about that, uh, I didn't mean to, that is..." he trailed off.

Hermione smiled. She never thought she'd see the day where Draco Malfoy was rendered speechless.

"It's okay," she said as she sat herself down next to him.

He could smell every inch of her, and he desperately wanted to taste her shimmering skin. Without a second thought he scooted up to her and licked some water off of her cheek. He began to lick his way down her neck, drinking the water off of her moist skin.

Hermione gasped out loud. Wow, whatever he was doing felt...really good.

"Hermione," he whispered bringing his lips to hover over hers.

"Yes?"

"You taste so good," he murmured beneath his breath.

She had no chance to reply, as she was now rendered speechless as he nipped at her bottom lip. She stuck her tongue out to moisten her own lips, but got an opposite response as Draco captured it and began to suck on it slowly. A moan erupted from deep within her throat and seemed as though it set Draco loose. His kisses intensified, and immediately her body was bombarded with shivers as his fingers roamed over her back. She gave a surprised grunt of approval as he caught her waist and flipped her over so that she now lay underneath him.

"Draco," she said, "slow down," she whispered as he abandoned her mouth and began work on sucking on her neck.

"I want to taste you," he whispered back.

"Okay, just a taste," she said breathlessly.

He nodded understandingly, and continued to move his lips over her collarbone as his hands wove themselves in her damp hair. He found it erotic that she smelled like...him. Her hair smelled of his expensive mint shampoo and somehow it turned him on even more. I could definitely get used to this, he thought.

After several minutes of intense snogging, Hermione and Draco crawled to the top of his bed and situated themselves under the covers. Hermione was disappointed at first when Draco lay facing the opposite direction. She sighed and turned to face the opposite direction as well. She kept her eyes opened, thinking of what she had just done. It had felt...exciting. It had been too long since she had had this feeling. She smiled at the giddiness he arose in her, and at the butterflies currently swarming her stomach just at the sound of his soft breathing. She smiled even wider as she felt him turn over and embrace her, spooning her from behind. I could definitely get used to this, she thought.