Snogs Galore!

Chapter Five

Ginny followed Hermione up to the library. She was trying very hard not to laugh at her friend's foul humor. Hermione was practically stomping up the steps. It seemed Zabini had managed to get under her skin. Good, it's about time something besides homework captured her attention, Ginny thought. Ron and Hermione had tried to develop something together over the summer holiday. Nothing ever came of it though. Their friendship ran deep, but there was no passion. Ginny remembered when Hermione had come to her room that summer.

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"I love Ron, really I do. But when we kiss it's just, I don't know how to explain it. It's kind of like I'm kissing my brother." Hermione sat on Ginny's bed and put her head in her hands.

"Ew, please don't make me think of that." Ginny made a face and sat down beside Hermione.

"I'm scared he'll hate me. I couldn't live without his friendship," Hermione sobbed.

She put her arm around her friend. "Listen you need to tell him how you feel, it might hurt at first. But better now than later."

She and Ron eventually sat down with each other, Hermione thanks to Ginny's urging and Ron after talking with Harry. It seemed they both felt the same way, and remained close friends.

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"Stupid, smug git-, thinks he can tell me, I'll show him. Just because he's the best looking thing on two legs gives him no right to be so..."

"Hermione you're muttering," Ginny chuckled.

Hermione stopped outside the library and turned to face Ginny. "No, I wasn't. I was merely gathering my thoughts, so I will know exactly what to say to that, that-"

"Best looking thing on two legs," Ginny suggested.

"You're supposed to be my friend Ginny Weasley. If you can't help then what are you doing here?" Hermione growled.

"It sounds like she's talking about me," A silken voice drawled behind Ginny.

Ginny turned slowly, knowing who it was. She was dreading yet anticipating being this close to him again. There he stood in his partially opened black robes, and his white broadcloth oxford with the top three buttons undone. This left a small patch of skin at her eye level. Her eyes traveled up the column of his throat. Past the sexy smirk on his lips, to meet his gray eyes slightly hidden behind a silver lock of hair that had fallen over them. Bugger and Damn, but he's right. The whole castle could have fallen down around her and she would not have noticed.

Hermione stood watching the byplay between these two. Ron would kill her if he knew but she was going to leave them alone to sort things out. "I'm going in to meet Zabini."

"Go ahead Granger, we'll be along shortly. I've got some things to tell Red." His eyes never looked away from Ginny's.

Hermione looked to Ginny, but she got no response from her friend. She shrugged and entered the library.

"So Red, we meet again. Please finish what you were saying. I believe it started with 'I'm the best looking thing on two legs'." Draco stepped closer to her.

Ginny shook her head. "Sorry Malfoy, you're not who I was referring to."

"Who was it then? Surely, not Potter? I saw that sickening display in the Great Hall. That was done for my benefit was it not? Just trying to make me jealous." He narrowed his eyes and stepped another step closer.

"What if it was Harry? And why would I want to make you jealous?" She stepped back but was forced to look up as he was still advancing on her. He was herding her into a dark alcove off of the stair landing.

"That's a good question. Why would you care if I were jealous? That would imply you cared what I thought." By now Draco had her back up against the wall. He placed his hands on either side of her head and leaned in closer.

Ginny snorted, "If I recall you were the one who couldn't take his eyes off me throughout the entire meal." Ginny didn't like feeling trapped. She knew where this was going, but it was going there on her terms. She reached up and slowly traced a small lazy circle where his neck met his chest. "Were you?" She leaned forward and softly touched her lips there.

Draco closed his eyes and let his head fall back hoping she wouldn't stop. "Was I what?" He murmured.

Ginny slowly unzipped his robe a little farther so she could gain better access to him. She slipped her arms around his back and leaned in for another taste. "Jealous." Her tongue traced his collarbone. He moaned.

"Is that a yes?" she chuckled while pulling back to see his face.

Draco's eyes opened and captured hers in a heat filled gaze. He tangled his fingers in her long red hair and pulled her in closer. "That's a hell yes," he whispered before capturing her lips in a hungry kiss.

Her mouth opened for him and they were both swept away. Ginny slid her hands up his back and clutched at his shirt. They couldn't get close enough to each other. Frustrated, she moved her hands to the front of his shirt and started to undo the buttons. Her small hands explored the planes of his chest.

Draco leaned into her and pressed her against the wall, trapping her hands in between them. His body was in full contact with hers from chest to thigh. His tongue battled hers. She tasted like the strawberries she had for dessert.

Ginny pulled her hands out from between the heat of their bodies and settled them on his back, squeezing and kneading the muscles. She stood on her tiptoes and turned her head, slanting her lips across his.

Through the haze of desire Draco overheard two people talking as they walked by. He tore his lips away from Ginny's and kept her close. Even though they were fairly well hidden in shadow, he had to get control of himself. Things had heated up entirely too quickly. He laid his head on top of hers. As his cheek rested in her hair he closed his eyes and inhaled the fragrance.

Ginny's head was tucked under his chin and nestled against his chest. She was trying very hard to gain control of her breathing. It was made a little more difficult by the fact that with every breath she was taking in his scent. She put her hand on his chest and pushed away, giving herself some room for composure.

"I think we've established one thing," Draco said while watching her chest rise and fall with each quivering breath.

Ginny grinned while she proceeded to button his shirt back up. There was no way she could have a conversation with that much muscle exposed. "What is that?"

"It was definitely me you were discussing with Granger," he said smugly.

She stopped smoothing the white cotton over his chest, and stepped farther back. She hated that he was so smug. She also hated the fact that she couldn't seem to control herself around him either. "You arrogant prat. Do you really want to know who I was talking about?" She poked him in the chest. "It was Zabini."

Draco stared at the girl in front of him. Was it possible? Granted, Blaise was a handsome bloke, if you were into the tall dark and swarthy type. But after that kiss he found it hard to believe she was attracted to Blaise. "You aren't his type luv." A perfectly manicured finger reached out and tucked a lock of fiery hair behind her ear.

That stung. Ginny knew she was no raving beauty, but to have him point that out to her hurt, more than it should. She slapped his hand away. "I'm not your luv." She could feel the tears tingling behind her eyes. He would not see her cry. She stepped back when he tried to grab her. "Don't touch me," she hissed.

"You were the one with her hands all over me a minute ago," he sneered.

"I promise you I won't be making that mistake again any time soon." She turned and fled down the stairs.

Draco watched her go. He ran a weary hand through his hair. That went downhill fast, he thought. He adjusted his robes and headed back down to his room. His body was in no shape to try and help Blaise and Granger tonight. A nice cold shower was exactly what he needed.

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Hermione walked up to the dark haired boy sitting casually in the overstuffed chair. She had thought she would find him at the table in the weapons section. When he was not there, she wandered the library trying to find him. He was in the far back corner, near the big window. It was a place study groups liked to occupy. Five big comfy chairs surrounding a table were tucked back behind a row of bookshelves. The view outside was spectacular. You could almost see beyond the lake on a clear day.

Blaise looked up from his reading when she planted her hands on her hips and huffed. Good she's angry. Her robes were open to reveal her uniform, white oxford and skirt. But the most alluring thing he noticed was her blazing eyes. He loved to see her this way. "So good of you to come," he drawled. "Have a seat." He indicated the chair next to his.

Hermione sat on the edge of the seat. She opened her mouth to tell him that she didn't appreciate his tactics when she looked into his eyes. The full moon shone through the window and sparkled in the pools of blue. Once again her wits failed her.

Blaise leaned forward in his chair; put one tanned finger on her chin and closed her mouth. He slowly sat back letting his finger trail along her jaw.

Hermione's skin tingled. She had to get back in control. "I've found some new information," she stated as she pulled back her shoulders and sat upright. "Neville found another arrow earlier today."

"Great. Do you have it with you?" Blaise glanced around.

"No it disappeared. According to Luna these arrows disappear once they have wounded someone." She refused to make eye contact with him again, so she looked down at her lap and fiddled with the hem of her skirt.

"And just how does loony Luna know this?" Blaise smirked.

Hermione gave him a condescending smile. "I agree that she does have some far fetched notions. But all the evidence supports her opinion. The arrow from this morning disappeared after wounding Ginny and Draco."

"Draco didn't mention anything about a injury." Blaise looked skeptical.

"That's because the injuries disappear as well." Hermione said smugly.

"Where did Longbottom say he found the arrow?" Blaise asked.

Hermione looked appalled. "You know I never did ask. I was too excited about the other information." At Blaise's questioning look she continued, "Neville remembers that there was some type of ancient writing on the arrowhead. He has promised to do some research tomorrow. Did you find anything?"

"No. Nothing, and I find it rather odd. There was absolutely no information about golden enchanted arrows in any of the books on weapons." Blaise rubbed his chin while in deep thought.

"Maybe that's because it's in the restricted section," she said tentatively.

Blaise sat forward. "So, you think maybe it has something to do with the Dark Arts? But nothing has happened to Draco and Ginny."

"Or Ron, Harry, Neville, and Luna," Hermione said, frowning.

"Blimey! How did they all get hurt?" Blaise was very interested in hearing this answer. "Wait till Draco finds out the kind of company he's in." He couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yes, he's quite the odd one out." Hermione sneered. "The poor lone Slytherin in a group of do-gooders." She stood up and tried to get by Blaise.

"Wait just a minute. Don't get brassed off at me. I'm looking at it from his point of view, not mine." He gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her down into the small space on the seat beside him. When she tried to get up he placed a strong arm across her body.

Hermione put her hands on his forearm to try and push it out of the way. As he tensed up to keep her still she couldn't help but notice the ripple of muscle under her hands. She stopped struggling and quickly put her hands back into her lap.

He turned to her and trapped her with his body. He could feel her softness all along his left side. "Draco may be my best mate but I don't share his views on many things." Blaise took her hand in his and brought her fingers to his lips. "For instance," he kissed one finger, "I happen to admire a beautiful girl no matter which house she was sorted into." He turned her hand palm up and proceeded to lay soft kisses upon it.

Hermione was mesmerized watching the top of his head as his lips ventured down to her wrist. His tongue darted out to trace the delicate veins there. She could no longer resist the urge; shyly she reached out with trembling fingers and touched his soft sable locks.

He raised his head and their gazes locked. He leaned closer, so that their lips were mere inches apart. Hermione nervously ran her tongue along her bottom lip. Blaise's blue eyes followed the movement. With a small groan he closed the gap and softly touched his lips to hers.

Hermione returned the gentle pressure while allowing herself the luxury of threading her fingers through his hair. Blaise shifted to make Hermione more comfortable, all the while never breaking contact. Her hands ran down and settled on his broad shoulders. When his hand brushed her leg and settled above her knee she tensed up and pulled back. "This isn't right." She pushed at his arm once again.

"Why isn't it right?" He let her up but held a firm grip on her wrist.

Hermione looked down into his face. "It can't be right. You're..." She gestured wildly with her fee hand.

"I'm what?" He stood up and faced her. "A Slytherin." His eyes narrowed.

"Well, yes, there is that. But more importantly you're..." She hung her head as her cheeks reddened. "You're what every girl in this school wants," she whispered. "Which means you're not for me." She sharply yanked her hand out of his grasp and fled the library.

Blaise watched her go with a look of confusion. After a moment he grinned. I'm what every girl in this school wants, huh? With that final thought he swaggered out of the library.