Dracalle: This chapter contains a bit of snogging because I'm pleasantly twisted like that.

Disclaimer: Lucius is outrageously wicked and so is his devilishly sexy spawn, Draco, which is exactly why I have complete claim on them. (Oh, please.)

Summary: Seduction is the name of the game when Draco takes a sudden interest in Hermione. The only thing she really can do is to steer clear from him, but even that is impossible when you share a dormitory with the one who's chasing you. 2/10?

Etc: In case you all are confused on how the story works, it's like a mobius strip. Once you get to the end, go back to the top. We wanted to be slightly original so we started with the end. Did it work?



You want to know ... why? Hermione was suddenly aware of their close proximity, the way his skilled fingers traced her lips, caressed her cheek; the way his warm breath kissed her. Oh, if only she wasn't trapped between his arms. If only someone could barge in the library now and stop him.

She held her breath, the sound of her heart pounding loudly in her ears, as he pressed himself against her, slowly, seductively and leaned forward and whispered in her lips:

I want you.

His lips brushed against her own, like a rose petal smoothing out velvet, but the most enchanting thing about it was that it was not a kiss. It was something light and feathery, tender and sweet, something a kiss could not even convey. Before he pulled back, he let his tongue linger on her cinnamon-sweet lips before holding her gaze with his steely eyes that now expressed a whirlwind of emotions - desire, a loud crave that seeked someone as true and pure as the witch who lay trapped underneath him; boldness, for he actually considered luring a mudblood; and love, which was unknown to him but certainly in working progress. He didn't know that yet.

Oh ... my. Her words barely escaped her lips when he kissed her neck and suckled the flesh underneath her ear. Draco, I ... ! She gasped as he pulled her closer, allowing her to feel the yearning that was growing steadily inside him.

You see what you do to me, Hermione? I need, want to have you. His lips tickled her neck. You're out of my reach, a sweet obstacle I have become uncharacteristically fascinated with ...

Her hands gathered a fistful of his robe to keep her steady even if she was on the table. She silently thanked Merlin that there was something supporting her because she feared that if she were standing up, her legs would have given way any moment. Oh gods, he was driving her inexorably to the brink she had never crossed, and he was only teasing her! Merlin, was that even possible?

You may be a muggle-born, pet, but you are no less desirable no matter what I say that contradicts that. She was now sensitive to the wandering fingers that had somehow moved inside her robes and toying with the hem of her skirt. And the best thing? It's our little secret. Out of our walls, we're Granger and Malfoy, Gryffindor and Slytherin. It's risky, sexy ...

Oh! If Ron and Harry found out about this ... no, she didn't dare.

Forcing herself out of the dreamy ecstasy that she was drowning in, Hermione pushed him away, her stomach dropping as his playful fingers left. Draco looked at her in wonder, an entertained glimmer in the eyes that reflected the moon and sea.

This idea ... us ... it's completely ridiculous. There isn't even an us', what am I talking about? She shook her head as she stood up from the table. I think I just find you attractive because you're something I can't have. I admit that. But that's all. You're an attraction as am I. Besides, all there is, is want. My principles - I - want more than that.

Draco straightened his form, brushing a hand elegantly through his white-blonde hair that seemed to glow even brighter under the glittering diamonds and crescent moon that shone through the library windows.

He said slowly. Suit yourself, Granger.

Despite his words, Hermione couldn't help thinking that he didn't agree with his nonchalance. In fact, his eyes said something else. It was always about the eyes.

So you're basically running away on something you might love, might enjoy.

As true as it sounded, she wouldn't agree with it. She couldn't - the idea was blasphemy personified. It was bad, sinful, sweet ...





You are such an awful git. She spat and turned to exit the library.

Draco smiled in self-satisfaction.

Run all you want, pet, but it only heightens my determination. With a swish of his robes, he, too, left the library to join his Slytherin friends.

Cat and Mouse
[ confrontation ]

The Great Hall was already swarming with students eating off their plates, as more food appeared magically before them. The loud chitter-chatter reverberated around the room, the ceiling a reflection of the night, to make it appear that their voices echoed into an endless black velvet. A soft, warm wind wafted in the hall to enhance the illusion further. Hermione gathered her composure, trying to forget the event that happened hours ago in the very bathroom she and Draco shared. Even with all the classes she had following that ... interesting incident, it still haunted her in the back of her head.



Harry was calling out to her, signaling for her to come over. As she approached closer, her face contorted with mild disgust as she watched Ron bury his face in a bowl of gelatin. She cleared her throat; the redhead looked up at her then looked down at his food then back up. He grinned cheekily and resumed to eat his dessert. She took a seat next to Harry and watched as a golden plate appeared before her.

Hungry, is he?

Harry grinned and nodded. He's been at it for twenty minutes nonstop. Speaking of which, where have you been?

Professor McGonagall wanted to speak to me, said one of her students needed help, and I was to tutor the student tomorrow afternoon.

The youth flinched. What a waste of an afternoon. The weather is supposed to be wonderful tomorrow. Could you possibly get out of it? You could watch Ron and I practice for our upcoming Quidditch match.

Hermione shook her head, reaching out for a candy dish.

I'm afraid not. McGonagall said the problem needed to be fixed immediately. You see, this student is supposed to be one of her top students, too, but all of a sudden he or she decided to slack off this year for no apparent reason. Strange, I daresay.

Are you sure?

Yes. Sorry, Harry.

That's quite all right. By the way, who is this student?

Hermione smiled. It's highly likely I would've told you if I knew who the student was in the first place.

He chuckled. Of course.

She finally lifted a piece of chocolate from her dish and raised it to her mouth, but before she could (and for no apparent reason) her eyes flitted towards a certain Slytherin. Much to her confusion - and chagrin - he was staring at her too. Strangely at that. She watched, befuddled, as he dropped a dollop of what seemed like chocolate pudding on his hand. What in the world ...?' Her question was answered, finally, and suddenly she wished she didn't look up. Oh god, oh god ...'

His tongue shot out, licking the chocolate off his hand and all the while staring at her, that damnable smirk on his face. A stray strand of blonde fell over his eyes. He didn't even flinch - just kept staring at her with that bewitching gaze, hot and fiery and secretive. When all traces of chocolate was gone (or so she assumed since he put his hand back down) he licked his lips, slow and sensual then licked off any remaining brown on his canines. It was lusty and vampiric; she couldn't believe she was going to say this but it magnified his sexuality.

So she was sorry that she had done it to him hours ago, but it was an honest accident (except for that last time). Why would he go and do it to her? Sure, the Hermione Granger wouldn't have reacted but the estrogen overtook her and was determined to react to the action she was now witnessing.

Oh my! Lavender, Lavender! I think he's looking at me! Parvati giggled wildly.

Her high-pitch voice broke Hermione from her stupor and her gaze switched to the other Gryffindor. The whispering started up again. Hermione sighed. Half of her was relieved that the possibility of him staring at someone else was an option, but the other half was disappointed. It made her feel special. Even though she was looking for something more than lust - love - it made her feel wanted.

Harry? Ron?





She rolled her eyes at Ron's inability to swallow before speaking.

I'm going to the library. I want to get a head start on Snape's assignment.

Ron audibly groaned and dropped his head on the table. Wah woo hab choo mind ush?

She looked to Harry for help.

Why did you have to remind us. He answered.

Oh. Well, you were bound to forget it. I might as well be helpful and remind you. She smiled. Genuine friendship, you know. It's all about helping each other.

Ron swallowed his food. Helping each other, huh? Will you-

No, Ron. I will not do your homework.

Was worth a try.

I suppose so.

As soon as she left the Great Hall, cloudy eyes stared at her retreating figure.

- - - * * - - -

Hermione found the silence of the library comforting. It always was since there was no one at this time of night to bother her. So, she removed a parchment, quill, and ink bottle from her bag followed by her book. She was about to open her book when a hand reached over her shoulder and shut it. She screamed. Another hand reached over and covered her mouth. She stopped. She recognized that heat anywhere.

She removed the guilty hands and turned around.

God. Malfoy, what is wrong with you? Leave me alone, I'm trying to study.

No can do, pet. At the end of the day, we're always going to end up in the same dormitory whether you like it or not. You're going to have to get used to me.

You're wrong there, Malfoy. In fact, I can avoid you for a whole day if I wanted to. At the end of the day, I can always spend the night with Harry.

For a quick second, she thought she saw him snarl.

You're wrong there, Granger, he mocked. Girls are not allowed in the boys' dormitories if I recall.

Fine. Then I could always take him here and we could sleep here. Hermione chastised herself for saying it. Her past years of liking Harry had somehow resurfaced.

His eyebrows twitched. I suppose that if opportunity presented itself, you and Potter would have a good snog then?

She huffed. Now leave me be.

Then, in a flash, she somehow found herself on her back on the table with Draco hovering above her, dangerous and ready to strike.



Oh, honestly, Draco. We're mortal enemies; we have been since our first year. This is ridiculous. For Heaven's sake, you're acting ridiculous.

How so, Hermione? Opposites attract, do they not? Then, without warning, he bent down and kissed her fully on the lips.

While trying to resist the urge to respond to the heated kiss, she tried to shift on the table and found it rather uncomfortable trying to squirm around with him quite attached to her, so to speak. Not only was their position awfully kinky, she noted with disgust and berated herself mentally for even thinking about it, something was digging into her thigh. She was afraid to look.

Hermione pushed him off her for the second time that day.

But why now, Draco? Why?

{ end chapter ii, dracalle }

Yum. Draco can be such the sexy fiend if I make him out to be. Out of curiosity, how was it he was portrayed as such in the first place? Ah. Review please.