Adrenaline Rushes

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AN: This took ages, didn't it? I'm sorry *sniffle* I got very distracted by the Two Towers and Lord of the Rings and especially Elves ... Harry Potter and co sank dramatically on my list of priorities ... one word of warning, I wrote this whilst under the influence of alcohol, Cadbury's Crunchie bars, a stoned mate and 'the 20 sexiest hits of all time' that came free with a magazine. I guess that's kindof a warning, lol.

Adrenaline Rushes

By: ms-dynamite

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Chapter Five : Hell Hath No Fury Like A Malfoy Scorned

Hermione wasted no time in leaving the library behind her, managing to refrain from slamming the door. The brunette then proceeded to stalk along the corridors, growling under her breath things that I am afraid I cannot repeat because they are just that awful. Let's just say that they involve a certain blonde Slytherin combined with a very unique use for a pot plant and kitchen utensil that wishes to remain anonymous. She was even cursing the stairs leading to the fifth floor when they made the mistake of moving away. The portrait saw her coming and politely inquired for the password, thankful that there was nothing Hermione could do to her .. apart from chuck her in the fireplace but that didn't bear thinking about. She gave the password and thundered up the stairs to her dorm room. Everyone, very wisely, gave her a wide berth.

The next day passed in much the same manner, Ron and Harry trying there best not to cross her, not being entirely successful but they're young and Madame Pomfrey said their eyebrows would grow back within the week.

Neville made the horrible mistake of asking her to help with his potions homework and returned to the boys dorms with a headache from the yelling, and a nasty black eye where Hermione's copy of 'Hogwarts a History' hit him in the eye.

And the evening passed with most of the Gryffindor tower ending up with some injury or another because of the wrath of the enraged girl.

*~That Night~*

'I will not go. I will not give in to him. I will be strong. I will prevail. I am woman. I am invincible .. I ... I .. I want to go....'

"Damn him!" Hermione exclaimed in frustration, throwing herself onto her bed and burying her face in the soft pillows. "Damn him all the way to Hell!" she continued, though this sentiment was somewhat muffled by eiderdown.

"Damn him, damn him, damn him!" she punctuated this speech with the customary thudding of her fists on the mattress. Rolling onto her back she lay there just scowling at the ceiling, which, thankfully didn't scowl back.

Well, you never could tell with this place.

Hermione was glad she was alone in the dorm room, she really wasn't in the right frame of mind to explain to anyone what was wrong without doing them serious bodily harm.

'I won't go. That's right. I'm not going to go. Nope. Not me.' She searched desperately through the recesses of her mind to find a reason to validate her not going, a sly smile graced her features when she found one.

'I won't go, I'll stay up here and knock that smug, stuck up, self centred, over confident, spoilt brat son of a Malfoy down a couple of pegs.' Her smile grew in volume as she imagined the look on that pretty face when he realised he'd been stood up.

Her mood lightened so much at that thought that she even allowed a giggle when she thought of how nearly every girl in the school was desperate to get into Malfoy's trousers and here was she, Hermione Granger, and she was going to stand him up.

It was then that she burst out laughing at the sheer absurdity of it all, she was going to stand a Malfoy up. Her! Of all people. Oh she wished she could somehow be there, that look on his face would be priceless. Clutching her sides and gasping for breath she managed to halt her endless laughter. Wiping her eyes she sighed to herself and giggled a little as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, tugged at her skirt, which had ridden up, and wandered off down the stairs to find Harry and Ron ... she owed them an apology .. to say the least.

~*~*~*~

Malfoy was getting restless.

She was late.

'Where is that little Mudblood bitch?'

The same phrase had been playing in his mind over and over again for the past fifteen minutes. He shifted himself, letting his feet slide off the table he'd been resting them on, allowing them to settle on the floor. He started then to sit up, groaning he lifted a hand to massage the back of his neck. He'd made the mistake of staring at the ceiling too long, so now his neck had seized up and was killing him. Cursing softly as it clicked he glanced towards the time.

21:53

With a low growl not unlike that of a seriously frustrated lion he tensed his shoulders and made a grab for his cloak. In one fluid, almost feline movement he threw it on, swept out of the library and slammed the door behind him.

As the sound echoed around him, shattering the castle's peace, thoughts raced through his mind, mostly along the lines of, 'I'll kill her. I swear I'll kill her.' Despite his black mood his footfalls were relatively silent as he made his way down the two flights of stairs. After one floor he shrugged the murder contemplation off with a feral smirk, at least the little bitch was putting up a fight. Which had never happened before but he guessed there was a first time for everything. Getting this one was going to be a challenge, and what was more fun than a challenge?

'A shag, you idiot.'

All right then, a challenge was the second most fun thing, but this chase would certainly make the conquest much sweeter when it came. If it was a challenge she was after then that was most definitely what she was going to get.

The blonde hovered momentarily outside the entrance to Slytherin, he turned back and hissed softly to the darkness.

"Challenge accepted."

~*~*~*~

Hermione hissed softly as she opened her eyes to the very unwelcome daylight, using daylight in it's broadest term, this being the bleak English midwinter. Sure enough, when she stumbled her way to a window and drew back the curtains she was greeted with the sight of black clouds and a collection of very damp looking sparrows perched on the windowsill. She groaned and leant her forehead against the cold pane of glass, her breath steaming the window.

'Stupid bloody weather.' She thought to herself, a dark day to clash with her bright mood. Typical. 'Oh well.' She consoled herself, 'At least it isn't pissing with rain like yesterday,' with that final thought she busied herself with getting ready to face the day .. or more accurately .. face the Malfoy.

She looked down at her watch and cursed when she realised she was late for breakfast. She ran out of the dorm so fast that she forgot a few important things that she would need to take on the day.

~~~

"Oh, crap."

"What's up, 'Mione?" Harry queried as they walked to class.

"I left my stupid Transfiguration book in my room, I'll have to run and get it."

"Well you better hurry! Or Professor McGonagall'll have a fit!" Ron yelled to her retreating form.

Hermione made her way up the seemingly endless flights of stairs to the Gryffindor dorm whilst putting every swear word in the English language to good use. Little did she know that a shadow was following her closely.

An ice blonde shadow.

The shadow halted and placed itself behind one of the many statues that dotted the corridors, watching her disappear round the corner and into her dorm. Patiently he waited for her to return, like a snake in the grass ... literally. Unsuspecting, she exited her dorm, shoving the damned book into her bag as she walked, not paying the slightest bit of attention to where she was going.

"Oomph!"

The inevitable occurred, mirroring a previous incident, she collided with something toned and warm. Hermione fell back and landed without even the slightest shred of grace on the hardwood floor. Cursing through her embarrassment, Hermione went to apologise when she noticed that the one she had collided with hadn't moved. Not an inch. No apology that any well brought up English child would have offered, no hand to help her up. Nothing.

Frowning, Hermione cast her eyes up wondering if she'd collided with a statue or something embarrassing like that.

No such luck there.

Malfoy.

A very pissed off looking Malfoy.

A very, very pissed off looking Malfoy.

A very, very, Very pissed off looking Malfoy, who had a look burning in his eyes that could of killed an elephant at twenty paces.

Hermione sat staring up at him with a mixture of anger and confusion. After a bit, some confidence appeared from God only knows where, and something in her head went 'snap'.

"Aren't you gonna help me up?" she snapped at him.

"Why would I do that, Mudblood?" he snapped back in a tone that made her flinch.

"Because any English Gentleman would do the same." She hissed, putting her influence on the word Gentleman.

Something flashed across his eyes that she couldn't quite pinpoint and his jaw tensed slightly.

"Fine." He snapped, "Just because I have our nations integrity to uphold." And he offered her his hand.

Raising an eyebrow sceptically, Hermione accepted the presented hand with a slight nervousness, unable to suppress the bolt of ice that shot down her back. His hand was freezing cold.

That was soon forgotten though, when she felt him tug her hand a little a pull her effortlessly from her feet, causing her to once again collide with his chest .. she did that way too often. Hermione didn't even get a chance to blush when she felt his grip shift and tighten around her wrist, and she felt herself being pulled away then pushed towards a wall, feeling his other hand grip her left wrist. She soon found herself pinned to the wall, her hands either side of her head, held in place by his, and his entire length pressed against her body.

And she was surprised to realise she wasn't entirely complaining. That was until she caught the malice in his gaze and felt that ice bolt down her spine again, fear flashed in her eyes before it was covered with irritation.

"What is your problem?" she demanded, as she attempted to tug her wrists away from his grip.

The ice down her spine returned once more at the smirk that shot onto his features.

"You."

"Beg pardon?"

"You, my little mudblood bitch. You are my problem."

The females eyes narrowed at his words and she attempted once more to get free, "You little bastard, you think you can just pounce on me, pin me to a wall and then insult me?"

"I just wanted to have a little talk about last night." His voice was innocent, but if anything his grip became tighter.

"Nothing happened last night." Came her rather smug reply.

His eyes darkened as did his voice. "Exactly."

"Look, if you're trying to get anything out of me. Give it up because it is not going to happen."

His smirk turned feral and the grey-blue eyes flashed as a sculptured eyebrow was raised. "Oh really?"

"Yes. Really."

"So what you're saying is, that if I was to say ... kiss you ... you'd do nothing?"

Hermione's mind went into overdrive at that question, a thousand thoughts rushed through her head ... and her attraction to him beat it's way to the top of the pile and sat there very smugly whilst a sly little Hermione took control.

"Yes. Nothing."

He looked thoughtful, his gaze drifting absently over her face. "Hmmm, interesting." He said softly, as he shifted his grip a little and gently massaged her wrists with his thumbs. "And if I was to say .. throw my tongue into that equation .. you'd still do nothing."

Inside her head, sly little Hermione's jaw hit the floor and the smug attraction part was so stunned that it was shoved off the pile by the 'he is sex on legs' thought.

"Still nothing, now get off me." Boy, was she glad she was a good actress.

The thoughtful look didn't leave his face for a second as he silently processed the information, he tilted his face to hers ever so slightly so that his hot breath brushed across her cheek. "So, if what you say is true, and I was to ... oh, I don't know .. kiss down your neck .. you'd do nothing."

The 'he is sex on legs' thought actually fainted at this and her higher brain cells fought desperately for control, losing dramatically to the 'get into his trousers, NOW' thought, who was grinning like a maniac. On the outside, Hermione looked like she was going to kill him ... inside on the other hand, she was a little puddle of goo, formally known as Hermione Granger.

"Still absolutely nothing, now get the fuck off me."

Malfoy's composure didn't falter once, Hermione wasn't the only one with vague acting skills. "Very, very interesting information." He told her in a husky tone that could've sent an igloo up in flames. "So, if I'm correct, this would mean, that if I was to do this … nothing would happen."

Hermione frowned at this, not disguising her confusion. "Do what." she inquired, albeit rather naïvely because I think anyone could've guessed his next move. But give her some credit, she is pinned to a wall with a Malfoy pressed against her.

He smirked that sexy, feral smirk once more. "Do this." No sooner had the words left his mouth, than he was grinding his hips against hers with agonising precision and slowness. He titled his head a little and his tongue darted out and licked her lips quickly before he nipped her bottom one. "Still nothing?" he asked, his voiced slightly heavier than usual.

Hermione's brain proceeded to go into overdrive, short circuit and blackout due to a Malfoy overload, but somehow she managed an audible response.

"No. Nothing." She forced out, her eyes firmly shut.

She didn't catch the look on his face, and his voice betrayed nothing. "All right. You won't mind me leaving now then?"

Her brain jumped back into working order and attempted to come up with a response but before it had finished rewiring, her wrists were released, the warmth lifted itself from her body and by the time she opened her eyes, all she saw was the corner of his cloak vanish round a corner.

It was then that she realised he had been holding her up, and her knees gave way causing her to hit the floor with a graceless thud for the second time in ten minutes. 'Screw class.' She thought, as she leant against the cold wall, trying desperately to sort out her thoughts and banish the thoughts Malfoy had placed in her mind. She shook her head almost violently, praying for them to disappear, the thoughts of him .. and her. With very little on at all.

Cursing him softly, she drew her knees up under her chin and lay her head upon her arms.

That is how Harry found her fifteen minutes later, Professor McGonagall had sent him to look for her when she hadn't turned up in class. He had asked her what was wrong, she had made up some story about feeling dizzy and so he took her to Madame Pomfrey.

Malfoy on the other hand was very nearly almost smiling. But not quite, the little mudblood was a better actress than he had thought and at first he had been a little worried that she really didn't want him, if that was possible. But he had seen the very faint flash of desire that had danced across her eyes for a split second before she regained control. It had been brief, it was faint.

But it was there.

And she was as good as his.

The only problem was that he was seriously hard now and would kill for someone to relieve his tensions. But he had decided he wouldn't touch another girl until he'd gotten under the mudblood's skirt.

The boys loos it was, then.

He nearly ran all the way there.

~*~*~*~

Another chapter down! Go me! Woo-bloody-hoo! I wanna thank everybody! You guys have the patience of a saint ... it took me v.long time to write this ... sorry .. *shuffles feet and looks at floor*.

I wanna let you know that I am slowly but surely reading and reviewing at least one of the ficlets by everyone who has reviewed, well, signed reviews anyway. But I must warn you, I am a very slow reader with a short attention span ... bad combination.

How did you all like this chapter that was hell to write? Let me know what you think and I'll continue. Otherwise I'll go live in a shack on the Norfolk Broads, maybe even the moors of Yorkshire? ... or up a tree in Sherwood Forest .. or since it's closer though less glamorous .. Epping Forest? Or should I stay in my college dorm room in Essex and drive my long suffering room mate insane with all my swearing at the new chapters of this ficlet?

You have the power, lol.

One last thing, a bit of shameless promotion. If you like v.pointless silliness then go read my Harry Potter / Lord of the Rings crossover which has a poor man, elf and dwarf babysitting three hapless Hogwarts students (Malfoy included) whilst tracking down kidnapped hobbits, fighting off 10,000 Uruk Hai and making it out of Helms Deep alive. Ah go on.

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