ATTENTION! This is very important. I've revised the old version of this story. Rearranged some things and I'm working on the draft for the next few chapters. I'll be reviving this story very soon. If you remember it from the good old days when it was alive, then HIII I'm glad to be back and I'm sorry that I took such a long break but hopefully, if all goes well, I'll be wrapping this story up soon. And afterwards I'll be able to completely some of my others stories that I let die over my long absence.

On to the main attraction, We're on to something Chapter 16 revised!

Just cleaned it up a little, and connected it with old Chapter 17. Will be posting new chapter 17 within the week hopefully.

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Hermione stood encased in the arms of Draco Malfoy with her jaw slack. His right arm was around her shoulder, his left was wrapped snugly around her waist. She sucked in a breath as his thumb rubbed small magical circles over her hip. The things he made her feel were down right criminal. It seemed that the two of them were developing a dangerous pattern of completely rash habits.

"Draco?" She breathed and he mumbled something into her hair that she didn't understand. "What're you doing?" She asked quietly, biting her lip.

"You're hair smells wonderful." He hummed, completely ignoring her question.

"That isn't what..."

She was cut off as his fingers lifted her chin and she was suddenly peering into his eyes.

For a moment she was frozen by the intensity in his eyes. "You," His lips moved slowly, entrancing her, "are annoying." He breathed.

She sucked in a breath, almost mad, but somehow she couldn't find it in herself to be. Once upon a time, had he spoken those words to her, she would have turned on heel and stomped away, or rather, she might have cleaned his clock had he caught her on a bad day. At this point, at this moment, those words that would have previously made such a dramatic negative result within her, merely confused her. "Oh, is that so?" She asked slowly, without bite.

He nodded. "You never stop talking, and you're scared to touch me." He smirked as he rubbed his nose across her forehead in circles. "Isn't that so?"

She shrugged in his arms as her confusion was doused by a more vibrant form of bliss. When his hands began kneading the kinks in her lower back, she hissed like a snake . "I guess." The words melted in her mouth and fanned across his skin.

He smirked wider, "You don't have to touch me." He whispered.

She nodded and closed her eyes as his cheek rubbed against hers, dragging his smooth lips down to her neck. He planted kisses there. "You don't have to do anything. It's probably better that way. Less confusing." She was sure he was talking to himself at this point, trying to tell himself that this wasn't a big deal. That it wasn't what it seemed like.

What did this seem like? She wasn't sure anymore. All of the talking was making the fog thin out that had previously given her liquid nerves, and she was becoming more confused by the second, and less passionate. However, she didn't have time to linger there before his eyes bore into hers again, and soon they were in motion again.

She didn't move as he walked her towards the nearest wall, the one by the front door, pressing her against it, not yet touching his lips against hers, but instead teasing her by slowly running his tongue against the veins in her neck. "I'll do everything." His lips flattened against the soft skin of her shoulder as he pushed the collar of her shirt aside. It wasn't hard to do since it was so loose on her. She gasped as his teeth grazed her skin.

For a moment, his hands which gripped her waist so tightly it almost hurt, and his teeth that sought out her skin hungrily, and even his smooth voice, made her head whirl. Or maybe she just couldn't convince herself that it wasn't what she wanted. Maybe all of these things could be the reason her hands clung to his shoulders, and her right leg had now fastened itself around his left. Maybe all of these things could be the reason that she moaned when his warm hand slipped under her shirt, massaging her midsection in slow, hard circles.

Maybe, just maybe, she was crazy.

When those silver gaze that could only belong to the beautiful man in front of her lifted to catch her own, she was heaving and shaking from a bit of every scary emotion she could possibly feel.

Nervousness, because she wasn't sure she was ready for this and especially not with someone so intimidating. Excitement, from all the adrenaline and hormones telling her that this was going to be, well, amazing. Embarrassment as his fingers brushed against her skin, and his mouth tasted it in ways she would have never imagined. It was all overwhelming, but she found that no matter what voice of reason she knew should be strong enough within her rational mind to tell her to stop him, the steadiness of his long fingers and the intoxication way his cold eyes made her want to throw caution out the window were just too strong to resist. She was officially jumping ship and joining the passionate and inconsequential.

Draco Malfoy, was a man in over his head as his body literally and quite violently, reacted to every move the woman in front of him made.

As his hands ran across the delicate skin of her stomach, her hands, the right tangled in his hair, the left gripping his shoulder, squeezed him tightly. He groaned as it pulled his hair, and somehow it made him feel so much more desperate. He had to fight not to push her on the ground as his fingers brushed over her ribcage, his knuckles dusting ever so slightly the skin of the lower part of her breast and his shoulders shook as she groaned.

She would be the death of him. "Granger," He breathed and lifted his eyes to face her own big brown eyes. She met him with a heavy lidded stare that was laced with a subtle tint of embarrassment and pleasure. He held her gaze for a moment, before leaning in and capturing her lips with his.

Kissing Hermione Granger was not like kissing any girl he'd ever experienced before. Hermione's lips were rough. Not cracked or dry, but rough in a way that was surprising but pleasant. Her lips were plump, but not big, and they were gentle and hesitant. This was something he'd never received from a woman. Women he'd been with previously were all desperate, and they kissed him with intent. This was different. Hermione's kisses were shy, and though passionate, it was subdued and subtle. They made him shiver with delicious content.

Before he realized what she was doing, Hermione was pushing his coat over his shoulders, maybe because it was itchy against her skin, maybe so that they would be even, but he hoped because she was as desperate for him as he seemed to be for her.

He was almost annoyingly attuned to her as she hesitantly parted her lips just far enough for him to run his tongue across her bottom lip. He smirked into her mouth as she giggled at him. He pulled away for a moment, his muscles tensing.

That sound. He had never heard such a beautiful sound coming from her lips, brought on by an action of his. It was intoxicating, and it almost withdrew him completely from the intimacy of the moment.

However, a new smile rounded her cheeks and the euphoria was back.

"What? He asked, amused. He traced the line of her waist, starting from the side of her breast down to the line of her panties and up against before her giggling ceased enough for her to explain.

"It tickles." She said breathlessly. He smirked against before it faded as her face made him pause. She was smiling, but this was different. He felt his heart hammering in his chest and it sped up as he gazed down at her. She wasn't just smiling a polite or general smile. This was a genuinely adoring smile. This was the kind of smile he used to see her give the Potter, and even the Weasley. He had to bite the inside of his cheek. This wasn't the smile you give someone you don't trust or dislike.

She smiled at him intimately, her coffee colored eyes holding his gently, with a hazy and heartfelt joy within them. He closed his eyes for a long moment, before exhaling a deep breath, and taking his hand and cupping her jaw. "Hermione," He began, but she cut him off, kissing his jaw, and her fingers went to the top button of his white and black pinstriped shirt. He gritted his teeth as her slightly trembling fingers worked their way down his chest.

"Shh," She whispered, "If you keep talking I'll be forced to evaluate my situation and talk myself out of this." Her voice was so raw and honest, that he knew she was telling him the truth.

"I wouldn't want that would I?" He asked quietly.

"Probably not." She told him, placing a chaste kiss on his chest before pushing off his top layer, and pulling off the only remain clothing covering the top part of his body.

Draco's hands skimmed her stomach so quickly, with such persistence that Hermione felt somewhat dizzy as he breathed into her ear, stopping only to place a hot kiss on her lips, his mouth hard and his lips impatient.

Not one moment did she ever stop to ask herself: What are you doing? She didn't have time. His kisses were so persuasive and wonderfully new. His strong arms were around her waist now, pulling her into him, pressing her hips against him. She could feel his manhood delve into her belly and it made her gasp into his mouth.

There was actually, physical proof of his desire. Were she not so preoccupied with the sudden jerking of his hips against her, she would be shocked.

He breathed her name in her ear, her first name, and she felt her knees, give out and as she did he immediately compensated for her lose; his hands shooting to her thighs, just below her bum and he lifted her off the ground, matching her waist against him. Unwilling to fall, and somewhat simply to be closer she wrapped her legs around him, hooking them behind his back.

His lips were fevered against hers and she found herself have to gasp to receive air properly. With every jab of his hips her back pressed sharply against the wall, her lower back pounding against it almost painfully and just as loudly. Her grunts and groans were coming in well timed waves at this point, that she was ineffective in stopping.

It was then that his silver eyes found hers and his pale slender face was unreadable. It was like a splash of cold water hitting her in the face to see such sheer fright in his eyes. She hadn't seen a look like that in his deep eyes in many years. They were kids the last time, and then it had been in the face of true terror. This was not the time for such fear as that and it made her legs shake with emotion. In turn, it frightened her as well.

For a long moment he simply gazed at her, but his eyes were unfocused. When his lips parted his voice was raspy and his grip on her hops loosened as she dropped her feet away from him and back down to the ground. "I didn't mean to..." His words slowly died off, as if carried away by a breeze.

She swallowed a down a lump in her throat. "It's not that." She knew her voice was no very convincing.

He took a big step away from her, gazing at the ground at her feet. "I know you don't want this." He told her, his voice cracking, but no tears or emotion could be spotted on his face.

She shook her head. "No, I don't," She wasn't sure what to say. Hell, she wasn't even sure what just happened. She didn't want to lie or saying anything that wasn't true. "I don't know what this is."

He nodded very slowly, his gray eyes going hazy. "I'm sorry." He breathed and bent down picking up his jacket. "I'm sorry." He repeated dumbly before sliding his wand out of his pocket and apparating away. She was left standing in there, and after a long moment, her knees gave out and she found herself on the ground with her eyes going blurry.

So angry was he that as soon as Draco arrived in his room, his hands found the first thing they could and slung it across the room. The first victim was a vase. The second a small crystal dragon that was a gift from Pansy Parkinson.

Yelling something nondescript his hands swept across his desk by his bed, uprooting a stack of books as they flew across the room. His foot found the leg of a chair and that he kicked too, feeling his chest constrict painfully. He had to gasp for air.

He squeezed his eyes shut, turning towards the balcony he gazed out over the Malfoy estate before returning to his room and finding a way through the mess on the floor he'd just created and into the bed, where he stared at the ceiling until he no longer saw anything but the Hermione in his dreams.

He was surely an idiot. A big stupid idiot.

How was he anything but an idiot. When he heard that noise, so abandoned and unlike the Hermione she normally was with him, it was a very eye opening thing. It was like a flood gate of emotions.

Mostly however, he was struck by how completely and totally it hit him. It was like, with that joy in her eyes, he was absolutely at peace. It was something that he had never felt before and it hit him like a ton of bricks.

Maybe he did love her. Maybe he did love Hermione Granger.