It felt like the world imploded all around her. He grabbed at her and pulled her closer. Desire streamed in her, pulsing through through every pore. Hermione's eyes snapped open, and she pushed at Malfoy with all her might. He landed on the cold stone floor, bouncing against the wall, the candle that illuminated the hall flickered then stilled.
"What are you doing? Didn't I tell you that you were not allowed to touch me? Did I stutter when saying those words?" Hermione lashed out. Malfoy glanced at her. He looked to be in pain but simply got up and shrugged.
"When do I ever listen to what anyone has to say? Especially you." He responded as if it was a mundane subject, rather then an important one.
"I am quite aware that you don't listen, Malfoy, but this is a little difficult to understand," she continued on, "you kissed me, on your own free will! Why would you do that?"
"I told you I wanted what the Weasel was getting, and since you weren't going to comply with my wish, I had to go out and get it myself." He shrugged again, and walked towards the window. The moon shone on Malfoy, making him look mystical. Like an angel. Like something from out of this world.
Malfoy looked at her, not in the way that seemed normal, there was a feral look in his eyes. He wanted her, anyone could see that. But Hermione didn't want this, couldn't want this.
There was so much at stake. Her friendship, her reputation, everything. No, it couldn't be done. She was going to fall for his charm- or lack thereof.
"Well, you are still not going to get it, so you're wasting my time, and yours. I'm sorry, Malfoy, but it just isn't going to happen." Hermione turned, and slowly walked up the stairs. Glancing down, she saw Malfoy looking up at her. He didn't look defeated; he looked as if a war has just begun.
And she was the prize.
When she finally made it up to the tower, it was after 10 O'clock. The staircase went on and on, and she was on a tour that would never end. She wondered around, ventured into every nook and cranny. Why? Well, she wanted nothing more then to forget about everything that took place.
The emotions. Those terrible things that made people sad, angry, hurt and happy. She hated feeling vulnerable; she didn't want Malfoy to find a route that would lead to her caving into him.
She was with Ron. Ron! Oh Dear Merlin, she forgot all about Ron.
So, when she finally entered the tower, Ron was fast asleep on the rosy red couch, cuddled up to a pillow. The light from the fireplace created shapes and shadows against the wall, it sent shivers down her spine. She quietly walked to where Ron was laying and smoothed down his hair.
While sleeping, Ron looked relaxed, instead of his brooding features. He didn't look quite so irritated or put out with everything and everyone. It was strange seeing him like this, for she had never slept with Ron, never saw him in this state. They shagged, and went there separate ways. Simple as that.
But this was more intimate. And she wasn't sure if she liked it.
Although there were many times that Ron wanted her to stay with him but she refused. She came up with excuses. And thinking about it now, she knew that she was right. It wasn't right for them. They weren't meant to be more then what they were.
Hermione glanced down, and saw that Ron was slowly starting to wake up. She backed away, and made for the stairs.
" 'Mione, you there?" he murmured. Closing her eyes, she sighed and trudged her way over to where he lay.
"Yes, Ron. I'm here."
"Where have you been? I was waiting up for you. I got worried." His brow scrunched up in concern.
"I walked around for awhile. Malfoy just bugged me, it's okay." She wanted to leave. She wanted to sleep. She wanted to forget.
"Oh.. Well.. Do you maybe want to continue?" Glancing down she could see that he was rock hard through his pajamas.
"Actually, I'm exhausted. We'll do something tomorrow." She kissed his brow, and quickly ran up the stairs before he could utter a word.
Entering the bedroom quietly, the windows were open, whipping the curtains from side to side. She stepped over scattered shoes and clothes to get to her bed. The room wasn't very big but held three single beds, all with drapes to give more privacy. It was nice to have her own private area just to herself. Luckily Lavender and Padma were sound asleep, so she didn't have to answer a million questions as to why she was up so late. Instead she shed her clothes and dove under the covers.
Hermione curled on her side, clutched at her pillow, and prayed that she would sleep.
A/N: Hey guys! I am looking for a Beta. To re-edit some chapters. If you could message me ASAP, so we can get started. That would be great. Thanks!
Hope you enjoy the chapter. This goes to go out to Vinny- who beta'd it. lol