Reflections Of Sensuality

Sweet holy hell, we were just having some fun and then he had to interrupt. Him, with that shocked outraged expression. Draco stood up and straightened his clothes, making sure they weren't mussed. He didn't want Seamus to be more suspicious than he obviously already was.

"Seamus?" Hermione asked with surprise in her voice.

"Herm, what are you doing with that Malfoy?" Seamus glanced at Malfoy as he spoke.

"Nothing! We were doing nothing!" Hysteria tinged her voice.

"You were lying on the floor together!"

"Look, Seamus..."

"Ron and Harry told me to check on you since they have Quidditch," defended Seamus, looking around suspiciously. Hermione's face was pink; she was obviously embarrassed about something.

"Seamus, you can't tell," Hermione desperately pleaded.

Seamus didn't answer that appeal, instead moving on to an apparently unrelated topic. "Ron and Harry are my friends," Before they could stop him, he stomped off.

Hermione groaned, letting her face drop to her hands. "Oh gosh! That's why I didn't want us talking to each other! Because people would find out!"

"Embarrassed, Granger?" asked Draco curiously.

"Well, not really."

"Because I've been meaning to ask you where half of my Barbie's clothes were-" Draco moved restlessly. He really liked those clothes.

"Malfoy! This isn't the time! We have to get some dirt on Seamus so he won't tell!"

"But it is time! My Barbie is freezing!"

"ARGHHH!" Hermione glared at Draco, throwing the Barbie top at him.

The top went sailing through the air and landed on Draco's hair, but he didn't shake it off. He grinned at her. She was so cute, with her two pigtails and her cute little nose. He wanted to cuddle her to death. He shook off the feeling.

"Now, where did that top go..." he asked, pretending to look around. Hermione tried to hold back a giggle, and he couldn't help it. She was so cute and innocent, he just had to do it.

"Malfoy!" her muffled voice sounded as he embraced her. "What are you doing?" she sounded like a trapped mouse. He messed up her hair and leaned over to kiss her. She hesitated and then backed away. "Er, I better go back the common room," she said, biting her lip.

"Yeah sure," said Draco's disappointed voice. Now he had two goals! To get dirt on Seamus and get Hermione back. Why were they all friendly and close all of a sudden? God, he hated it! Was he actually turning into a good guy? No, he couldn't. Not now. Not ever. Something landed on his face and he cried out in surprise. Oh. It was the Barbie's top.

She reached her bed, breathless. His scent, it was so sweet and musky, she had gulped at his touch. She closed her eyes, her hands wavering over her legs, thinking about how his hands would feel down there. Maybe his fingers could trail a line toward her breasts? She tried to push these thoughts away, thinking it was rather immoral. She breathed in softly and exhaled sharply. Gulping she sat up in bed, thinking about how delicious his lips were, and wondered would it would feel like to have his sweet tongue rubbing against her dull teeth. Why did he do this to her? She hated him. And now she was trying to blackmail Seamus to not let anyone know about them. Was there really something between them? Or was this just a game? And if it was, exactly how many players were allowed?

"So what happened?" asked Ron, sitting down next to Harry. They were both wanting to know why Seamus looked to upset, or rather, nervous.

"Listen, you were right about Hermione getting different, see, oh my God!" exclaimed Seamus, who'd been rummaging through his drawers, trying to find something.

"What is it?" asked Harry startled.

"My diary, it's missing!"

"What? You have a diary?" asked Ron, stifling a laugh.

"Yes. Oh, bloody hell! I know exactly who took it...I can't talk now," he said, rushing out of the room.

"Hmmm?" Draco woke up yawning, and then caught sight of him in the mirror. He almost screamed. Why on earth was he wearing lipstick?

"What the fuck!"

Someone giggled. Draco pulled the curtains aside and saw Hermione. "Hello, Madame." she said, giggling. He wanted to pull her and suffocate her by cuddling her, yet again.

"Granger!" he said, chasing her through the Slytherin dorm.

"Shh...the rest of the Slytherins aren't up yet," she said, as he pushed her against the wall. It was only 4:00 in the morning.

"What did you wake me up for?" he asked trying to sound annoyed, which would've worked, apart from the fact that he wished she had woken up with him...

"I found Seamus's diary! I got the biggest dirt in this diary, his secret, his crush, everything! You won't believe it!" she said, choking with laughter. Pansy's snores from the separate dorm became louder.

"Shh," he said, putting a finger to her lips.

Hermione blushed furiously in the dark. Draco licked his lips and put them against hers. The kiss was mushy and sloppy, but yet, it was hard and rough at the same time...

His hands went to the small parts of her neck. She let out a muffled moan, pulling him closer, her thigh reaching up to his hip.

He pulled on her hair tightly, and she almost let out a shriek.

She backed away from his embrace, terror running through her eyes.

"No, we can't."

"Can't what?" whispered Draco, his whisper going through her ear sweetly.

"Draco..." she hissed, her gulp giving her away. Draco leaned close and pressed his hands up against her cheeks. She gasped a little trying to let go, but he had strong hands. Their foreheads touched each other and for a split second Draco's silver eyes searched against Hermione's sweet brown ones.

"Kiss me..." she breathed, without even knowing what she was saying.

"My pleasure," he merely replied before he dug his hands against her hips and bucked himself forward. Hermione sunk her breath down his smoky scent that smelled of ginger and good smelling wine.

This boy's too bad. She leaned in close; her nose dug into his pale covered chest, breathing still of his essence.

"Hermione?" he asked, pulling her chin up. Hermione didn't answer. She jumped up and kissed him slowly, letting her chapped lips explore his experienced ones.

His tongue pushed against her lips, wetting them with slight saliva and she let him in at last. His tongue explored her teeth first and touched the tip of her tongue gently.

Hermione pulled away. What the fuck was she doing, anyway?

Draco didn't want to be the good boy anymore. He didn't want to have so much respect for her. She turned him on, and he knew he turned her on, he could feel it through her clothes. He smirked.

He was going to be the bad boy this time.

Reaching for her backside, he pulled her up, ignoring her silly squeals and attempts to get down from his arms. He wanted, needed, urged himself...he wanted to have the advantage.

Pulling her against him, he smelled her hair, which smelled of sweet shampoo.

Her legs unintentionally went to his sides.

It was a rather awkward position that they were in. Hermione's legs were trapped against his hips, and between her legs was pushing up against Draco's peculiar stiffness.

"No...." she whispered, even though her body was denying her.

"Yes!" he demanded, and pulled her close to him, kissing her roughly. She squirmed a bit but her hands soon relaxed on his shoulders, rubbing them broadly. Catching a moan in her throat as he licked his way through her lips and now had his hand pressing down there, Hermione couldn't take it anymore. She was tired of her morals. She just needed him, right there, right now. Wet as she was, she pressed far against him, making him bash against the wall.

He didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, they kept on kissing.

They heard a clunk fall behind them. Letting go, Hermione fell from his arms and took her balance to stand up. "The Slytherins are waking up!" hissed Draco.

"You'd better go."

Hermione nodded silently and walked out. He wondered how she got the password.

"Draky? Go to bed," said Pansy, entering the boy's dormitory.

"Go to yours," he replied. Pansy hugged him, which caused Draco to flinch, and she went to bed.

"Argh!" he felt something as he lay down on his bed. "Oh...that bloody Granger!" he spat, and saw the Barbie, but a different one. A Malibu Barbie. "Oh Lord." he muttered, but he cuddled it into his chest and fell asleep. Three rooms away, Hermione Granger was giggling into the darkness.

"I can't believe Seamus is gay!" hissed Draco. They were in a broom closet in the Potions classroom, skipping Care Of Magical Creatures. Draco had no idea how he had convinced Granger to skip class, but she had done it, and now in a small broom closet was too much too handle.

"Seamus came crying to me yesterday. I told him I wouldn't give him the journal till seventh year ends," said Hermione. Even though it was dark, Draco knew she was smiling. "Well, we better get out. Hagrid knows its weird to skip class, especially for me. I'll go first." She ran outside

"'Mione! How nice of yer to join us!" exclaimed Hagrid.

"Where were you?" asked Ron with concern.

"Just, urm, hanging out." she said.

"You? Hanging out!" shouted Ron. Before Hermione could make up an excuse, Draco came out of the building.

He was breathless.

"I am sorry Hagrid," apologized Draco.

Everyone stared at him in disbelief. Draco Malfoy did not ordinarily apologize. Ron and Harry looked at him suspiciously.

Suddenly, Professor Dumbledore appeared in view. "Ms.Granger, Mr.Malfoy," he said, motioning them to follow him. Harry gasped in surprise. Hermione bit her lip and looked at Malfoy. Dumbledore looked grimly in Seamus' direction.

Fifty points each from Gryffindor. One hundred points! And she was working her whole life to be Head Girl. Now what had she been getting into? Draco hadn't been speaking to her much lately, and since she always had a sad face on, Harry finally asked her what was wrong.

They were alone in the Gryffindor Common Room when Harry found her weeping. It had been brutal at the Quidditch practice, and as Harry had been looking through his things for some new parchment for his next class, he'd heard a sob from the Girl's dorm. Harry squinted his eyes and entered. "What's wrong, Hermione?" he asked, concern in his eyes.

"Nothing," she answered.

He patted her shoulder.

"Nothing? You and Malfoy have been in trouble together, you still haven't told us why, and your always wearing this miserable face. Malfoy hasn't been bothering us at all. What is going on?" he asked.

"It's too complicated."

"How?"

"Okay, what if you started to have feelings for somebody that you aren't supposed to?" asked Hermione without thinking.

"Oh. Well, I guess it depends. Who is the person your not supposed to have feelings for?" asked Harry, his voice very weird and somewhat as if frightened, but in his eyes, it seemed he already knew the answer. Harry felt his heart beat. Could this mean...? Did she like him too? He felt a shiver, wishing she would say, "You".

"Well, he's, er an enemy," she said in barely a whisper.

"Oh!" he said louder than he meant to, and turned very red. Of course. She would never fall for him.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing. I have to go. Talk to you later," he said and walked out of the room. What an embarrassment! What if Harry had actually told Hermione that he liked her more than a friend? He shook his head and thought about whom she could have feelings for. An enemy? He mentally smacked himself. Of course.

Fifty points from Slytherin! Granger lost one hundred points, however. Damn! he thought to himself. Look what Granger had gotten the two of them into. And now Granger seemed to be ignoring him. "Argh," he said, but his face softened as he saw the Barbie on his dressing table. What was the other Slytherins think if he was dating a Mudblood? It's for the best... he thought as he tucked the Barbie into his clothes.

"Malfoy?" a familiar voice said behind him. He didn't turn around, he knew that voice. "We have detention same thing 1st year. Forbidden forest at eight. Alright?" Her voice was professional.

"K," he muttered, not turning around. Hermione sighed and he felt her presence leave.

Hermione sat at the corner, waiting for eight o'clock. It was only six. "Hermione?" Harry's voice sounded in the common room as he sat next to her in front of the fireplace.

"Hmm?" she mumbled, trying to get Draco's face out of her mind and looked at Harry. "When you said you were having feelings for someone you weren't supposed to, was it er Ron or Malfoy?"

Hermione held back a gulp. Harry had found out, even though she should've thought he would've. He wasn't an idiot. "Ron? Why in the world would it be Ron?" asked Hermione, trying to change the subject.

Harry's mouth gaped. Then he closed it. "Its Malfoy?" He sounded shocked.

"Well..."

"Oh Lord." he muttered.

Hermione remained silent for a few moments.

"Well, you ought to know by now, Harry," said Hermione.

"Yeah, but I was shocked because of what you said about Ron..."

"What?"

"Never mind," said Harry, getting up.

"Harry?" Hermione called. Harry turned around and waited for Hermione to say something. Hermione got up and kissed him softly on the lips. "G'night." she said. He looked rather surprised for a moment but then reacted.

He nodded and walked away.

Suddenly, Hermione felt a pang in her heart. What had she done?