It's fast paced, I know. It's just...this one shot has been sitting on my laptop for two months now and I really just had to do something with I guess this is what it turned into.


***I've had a lot of people asking me to write a sequel to this or make it a full-length story, but as of right now this is staying a one shot. I do have plans to continue this in some way, but that's AFTER I finish the two chapter stories I already started. I'm so glad you guys like it so much though!***

***So I have a second chapter written, but I don't know if people would want me to update it now, because with my other two stories the frequency of my updates would be really sporadic...let me know I suppose...***

Draco was currently sitting in his usual seat at the Slytherin table, glaring at the Golden Trio. Especially the not so bushy haired muggleborn know it all who was still beating him academically.

Yeah, his dad was real pleased about that one.

It was one thing to get beat out by another pureblood, but a muggleborn? Not acceptable. It was pathetic, and he needed to do something about it, and fast, before his dad killed him.

Just then all three of them looked over at him, and he scowled. Harry and Ron turned around, but Hermione raised an eyebrow as if to say,"You're not as intimidating as you think."

She turned back around and picked up the conversation with her friends, while Draco glared at her back.

"Have you heard she's supposedly dating Weasely now?"

Draco looked over at his best friend Blaise, a disgusted look on his face, but for what reason he wasn't quite sure. He didn't care to discuss Weaselbee's relationship, especially if it concerned Granger, because even she could do better.

"What makes you think I keep tabs on their personal lives?"

"Well as much as you stare at her-"

"Glare. I glare, Blaise. I do not stare. I occasionally scowl, but I do not stare." he snapped, even more irritated.

"Whatever you say mate." said Blaise, shaking his head.

Draco was already irritated, so instead of making a scene he stood up and walked out of the Great Hall. He didn't know where he was headed, but anywhere that was away from people worked for him.

Hermione spent the majority of her time in the library, attempting to avoid Harry and Ron's request for her to do their homework. She settled in to her usual table, books spread out in front of her, and started on her Arithmancy homework.

She liked Arithmancy...sometimes. It was the one subject that ever really gave her trouble, but she took pleasure in the fact that even though she struggled with it, she still did better than Malfoy.


She shook her head, why in the hell was she thinking about Malfoy?


She studied undisturbed for a few minutes before she heard someone sit down at the table next to hers. She looked up and saw a flash of blonde hair and groaned.

Why was he here? And why was he sitting so close to her? There were plenty of other open tables.

She tried to ignore him, instead focusing on the last Arithmancy problem that was giving her trouble. She was absentmindedly tapping her quill against the table, a habit she'd had since she was younger.

"Damnit Granger would you stop with the bloody tapping?"

She looked up and saw Malfoy looking at her. She opened her mouth to fire back some nasty comment, but instead decided to say, "Sorry,"

He raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Did you just apologize to me?"

"I'm trying to be civil, Ferret. Don't push it." she said through clenched teeth.

"Alright," he said, turning back to his work.

A few minutes later the tapping picked up again and he sighed. He knew her well enough to know she did that when she was trying to think of the answer to something.

She'd clearly been thinking on this for a while.

"Granger, for the love of Merlin, what the hell are you working on?"

She looked over at him, her eyes a bit wide from shock. "Sorry, was I tapping again?"

By the look on his face she could tell she had been, and sighed. "It's just this stupid Arithmancy problem."

Before he knew what he was doing he got up and moved next to her, "Which one?"

Hermione froze. She hadn't been this close to Draco since she'd punched him in the face third year.

He snapped his fingers in front of her face, "Earth to Granger, which problem?"

She shook her head and pointed to the problem. Draco looked at it for a second and then took her quill out of her hand and began scribbling down the problem whilst explaining it to her.

"Make sense?" he asked, not rude, but not friendly either.

Not that she expected that. She was surprised he had helped her, even if it was just to stop her incessant tapping.

"Yeah...thank you." she said awkwardly. This was definitely strange.

He nodded and stood up, returning to his table.

Fuck it all, he was supposed to be figuring out ways to beat her, not help her. He ran a hand through his hair, and tried to reason out what had just happened. He and Granger had been civil. He'd fucking helped her. His father would kill him if he ever heard about this.

But at least she'd stopped with the fucking tapping.

"You've been kind of out of it lately Mione. Are you sure you're okay?" asked Ron.

He'd been glued to her side for the past week and it was really starting to irritate Hermione.

"Yes, for the millionth time. I'm fine. Maybe I just need a little breathing room." she said, her eyes wandering around the Great Hall.

For some reason they moved to the Slytherin's table, or more specifically Draco. She'd been thinking about him ever since the week before when he'd been, dare she say it, nice.

He was listening to Pansy jabber on about something that was probably about as interesting as watching paint dry. His hair hung in his eyes and she found her eyes roaming over his arms and torso seeing how being the Seeker on a Quidditch team was really ...helpful for his body.

He was lithe and toned, and she could tell that he'd done some serious growing over the holidays. His eyes suddenly flicked over to her and he smirked, clearly smug that he'd caught her staring. For some reason he winked at her, causing her to spin back around, blushing brighter than Ron's hair.

"I mean look at you! You look all flushed. Are you sure you don't want me to take you to the nurse?"

"For Merlin's sake, Ron. Would you stop acting like my mother. I said I was fine." she snapped.

Harry ignored the entire argument, focusing instead on talking to Ginny, who gave her an apologetic shrug on her brother's behalf.

"Hey Mione," started Ron, in his 'can you do me a favor' voice.


"Do you think you could write down the potions homework for me? You're so much better-"

"At it than me." she finished for him, irritated.

"Is that really all you think I'm here for?"

"Jeez calm down. It's not that big of a deal." he said, his tone taking on that arrogant quality again.

She glared at him and said, "It may not be a big deal to you, but the fact that all you use me for is your own personal library-"

"Oh please, I never said that!" he said, loud enough that people were starting to look at them.

"You didn't have to. The way you act makes that pretty damn obvious!" she snapped back.

Draco raised his head and looked over at her, surprised to hear any type of foul language come out of her 'saintly' mouth. In actuality he thought it was pretty hot-no no no.

He focused his attention on a fuming Hermione and the red-faced Weasel.

"Well it's not like you do anything else."

Hermione laughed, "Oh, so that's what this is really about. Me not fucking you. Well I hate to break it to you Ronald, but you're just not my type."

Ron opened and closed his mouth, trying to come up with something to say, but it wouldn't have mattered, because Hermione was already storming out of the Great Hall.

Draco chuckled, quite amused with the entire thing. At least he knew Granger wasn't seeing the Weasel. That alone was enough to put a smile on his face, why he had no idea.

"Looks like trouble in paradise." said Pansy, her voice close by his ear.

He cringed at how close she was. He didn't like Pansy. Make no mistake, he'd fucked her plenty of times in the past, but she was just so damn irritating.

"I don't think it was much of a paradise in the first place." he said without thinking.

Pansy didn't seem to notice, she was too concerned with trying to get her hands on Draco, in any way possible. He just slapped her hands away and stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"Don't worry about it."

Hermione was fuming. She had never been so upset in her life, especially not from something her best friend said about her.

"Idiotic prick." she cursed quietly.

She was sitting at the back table in the library, trying to clear her head.

"Stupid fucking weasel."

"Such language, Granger."

She looked up to see Draco standing on the other side of the table, his usual smirk on his face.

"Oh sod off Malfoy. I'm not in the mood to fight with you."

He found himself feeling bad for the stupid witch, and let out a frustrated groan, trying to figure out what the hell he was going to do.

"Why are you still standing there?"

He looked at her, actually looked at her, and realized that she'd been crying. She'd been crying and she still looked fucking gorgeous.

"Fuck, Granger. You know he's not worth it right?"

"Oh, and I am?" she said sarcastically.

"You're worth more than that, that's for sure."

They both froze, as if trying to figure out what had just happened between them.

He opened his mouth to say something Malfoy-like to make sure she knew that they weren't friends, but she held up her hand, stopping whatever it was that he was going to say.

"Don't. Whatever snarky little comment you're about to say, just please don't." she said quietly.

He let out a long sigh and sat down across from her, pulling out his homework.

They went about their work, not saying anything to each other, but the silence was actually comforting.

For once in his life Draco felt like he could just relax.

But it had nothing to do with the witch across from him.

Not a chance.

They continued their routine of sitting together without speaking for three weeks before Draco broke the silence.

"I've never seen you this quiet before."

She looked up at him, pushing a curl that had fallen out of her bun away from her face before replying, "What are you talking about? I'm always quiet. I thought it was like an unspoken rule that we didn't talk to each other?"

He actually chuckled and said, "That's not what I meant."

She set her book down and focused her attention on him. "What did you mean?"

"You just don't seem like yourself."

She snorted, "Because you know me so well."

"I know you better than you think. Hell, I might know you better than you know you." he said, an arrogant smirk on his face.

She narrowed her eyes at him, and he realized that he probably shouldn't have pissed her off. He could tell she was already worried about something and for whatever reason he didn't want to add on to her stress.

"I'm sor-"

"No," she said, interrupting him, "Since you know me so well why don't you tell me something about myself that I don't know."

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ward off an impending headache. "Granger, let's not-"

"No, tell me."

"The only reason you even entertain the idea of being with the Weasel is because everyone keeps whispering in your ear, telling you that you should."

She opened her mouth to defend herself, but couldn't think of anything to say, because maybe he was right.

When she said nothing he smirked, "Exactly."

She sighed and dropped her head onto her hands, letting out a noise that was halfway between a sigh and a groan, but for some reason adorable.

Fucking quit it Draco.

"Isn't that why you're with Pansy? Or why you put up with her in the first place?" she asked, her eyes meeting his across the table.

"So what if it is?"

"Then that means that you don't get to look at me like I'm the pathetic one."

"I never said-"

"You didn't have to. You think you're so cold and calculating, but your emotions do show through sometimes." she said, picking up her book again, but Draco wasn't done with the conversation.

"I don't think you're pathetic."


"Granger," he said, reaching across the table and snatching the book out of her hands.

"Give me back my book Malfoy."

He smirked and shook his head. She stood up and tried to reach across the table, but he leaned back, easily out of her reach.

She stomped around to his side of the table, but he was already standing, holding the book way above her head.

"Give me back the damn book Malfoy."

"You've got quite the mouth on you Granger." he said, realizing how close they were, and not caring.

She jumped, trying to snatch the book back, instead knocking Draco down on the chair, but he grabbed her wrist on reflex, pulling her down onto his lap.

They both froze, their faces inches apart, neither of them saying a word. It was as if the air between them had become electrified, charged with an energy that was new to both of them.


"Don't," he said, closing his eyes for a second and actually allowing himself to enjoy how she felt on top of him. She was so different from Pansy, or any girl he'd ever been with. She was so...real.

He opened his eyes and looked at her, trying to decide what the hell he was going to do.

"Malfoy give me my damn-"

He leaned forward and shut her up with a kiss. He instantly felt all his muscles relax and he moved his hands to her waist, bringing her closer.

She caught them both off guard when she let out a small moan and wrapped her arms around his neck.

The only thing he could think was that he wanted her to make that noise again-needed her to make that noise again, needed her closer.

He slid his tongue along her bottom lip and then slid his tongue into her mouth, exploring the warm wet cavern with abandon. He tangled one hand in her hair and kept the other on her waist.

A few minutes later they broke away, both panting and very, very confused. Hermione shifted on his lap attempting to move off him, and Draco bit his lip. He hadn't meant for the stupid witch to make him hard.

Hermione thought him biting his lip was probably the sexiest thing she'd ever seen, but she knew that this just wasn't normal. At all.

"This is so wrong." she said, standing up, but not really moving away from him.

"Yeah, maybe. But you have to admit Weaselbee never made you feel like that." he said, that same confident smirk on his face again.

She smirked and leaned down, her hands on his upper thighs and her lips inches from his, "And you can deny it all you want, but Pansy never made you feel like that," she said, motioning to the tent in his trousers, "From just one little kiss."

She stood up and gathered her books, flicking her wand at the one that had tumbled to the floor during there little 'tryst', and headed towards the library door.

"Not a word, Granger." said Malfoy, still seated at the table, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Draco was beyond pissed at the stupid bint. For one she'd gotten him all hot and bothered and then left him to deal with his problem by himself, and now she was walking with the Weasel, chatting and fucking flirting like they hadn't just made out in the library a few days before.

When he knew she was looking he grabbed Pansy and slung an arm around her waist. He was being childish, and for no reason, but he took a strange satisfaction in the fact that Hermione narrowed her eyes.

"Back together again?" commented the weasel, but Draco wasn't paying attention to him, he was looking at her.

Hermione actually looked hurt.

"No, we're friends." he said cooly, catching Hermione's eye.

She seemed to relax a bit, but not noticeable to Ron.

Ron snorted and Pansy scrunched up her nose, "Not that it's any of your business what goes on in our relationship."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Like either one of us gives a flying fuck, Pansy."

She grabbed Ron's hand and pulled him away further towards the lake where Potter and Weaslette were sitting. Draco watched her for a moment longer before turning his attention to Pansy.

" old times."

"What?" he hadn't heard a word she'd said.

She let out an exasperated sigh and draped her arms around his neck, whispering against his ear, "I said, maybe we could go up to your room and have fun like old times."

And for a minute Draco considered it. He hadn't fucked in a while, and the idea wasn't half bad, but for some blasted reason his eyes traveled over Pansy's shoulder to Granger who had just turned away from them. He didn't want Pansy. Not really anyway.

"Thanks but no thanks Pans. I'm kinda tired." he lied.

She pouted but didn't argue. Thank Merlin.

Hermione didn't know what to think after she'd made out with Draco in the library. She was disgusted with herself for letting him charm her just like he did to all the girls at Hogwart's, but at the same time she couldn't deny the fact that she'd, on some level, enjoyed it.

He'd made her feel...wanted, and with two boys as protective as Harry and Ron, it was almost impossible for anyone to look at her in that way, let alone make her feel that way.

Yet there he was making her feel like she was wanted, like she was worth it, like for that one small moment in time she'd been all he'd been thinking about.

She let out a frustrated groan and dropped her head onto the library table. Her thoughts were going to be the death of her one of these days.

"Anybody ever tell you that you shouldn't think too hard Granger?"

She snapped her head up and found none other than the boy who was plaguing her thoughts only moments before.

"What do you want?"

"Nice to see you too." he said sarcastically, setting his books down on the table.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm studying like I always do." he said, not looking up at her.

She narrowed her eyes in irritation and tried to take a few deep breaths, trying to convince herself not to hex him into the next century.

She turned her attention back to her book, but couldn't help but notice how every so often Draco's gaze would flick to her.

Of course the only reason she knew that was because she was watching him too.

"What the hell are we doing?" she finally asked, looking up from her book.

He set his quill down and looked at her with a smirk on his face, as usual.

"What do you mean?"

She glared in response and he sighed, "We're sitting here like we've been doing for the past month and a half now."

"Yeah, but for the past month you haven't been looking at me out of the corner of your eye."

"Yeah well we hadn't snogged yet then either" he said simply, as if it didn't phase him, and in a way, it didn't. He didn't like her, there was no way, but she was a good kisser, and that was something not even he could deny.

She let out a frustrated groan and looked away from him to the window. Nothing seemed black and white anymore ever since she'd gone and blurred the lines.

"And why did we do that?"

He shrugged, "Because we felt like it."

"I most certainly did not feel like it." she denied.

He let out a long sigh and said, "Fine, I felt like it."

"Making out, or making out with me?" she asked, eyebrow raised.

He shrugged, "Does it matter? You were here and it happened."

She shook her head. Why was she even entertaining this? There was absolutely no point. None.

She gathered her things to leave, but he grabbed her wrist, "Don't go getting all emotional Granger. Stay."

There was something about the way he'd said stay that made her look at him. He wasn't looking at her, but there was something different about him. Something that looked almost...broken.

Against her better judgement she sat back down, but instead of reading her book she massaged her temples, already feeling the stirrings of a migraine coming on.

Draco was watching her, her eyes were closed and the sun cast an angelic glow around her, illuminating her wild mane of curls and making her look...dare he think it...beautiful.

He shook his head and averted his gaze, trying to focus on the Potions worksheet he should have had finished yesterday. The problem was he had absolutely no idea what he was looking at. He'd skipped class for the past week and was therefore behind.

Hermione noticed him staring at the paper with a blank look on his face and sighed. She remembered how he'd helped her, so she decided to just bite the bullet. She moved to the seat next to his and pointed to the first question.

"Alihotsy Draught causes hysteria when someone drinks the potion or inhales the fumes."

He looked over at her, an unreadable expression on his face, before he wrote down what she said.

She scanned the rest of his work and pointed to another question. "You're missing an ingredient for the Polyjuice Potion."

He scanned over his work and scrunched up his nose, trying to think of what it was that he could possibly be missing.

She chuckled when he bit his lip in concentration and decided to give him a hint, "Bicorn..."

"Oh!" he mentally smacked himself, "Bicorn's powdered horn right?"

She nodded, "Yep. Everything else looks right though."

He nodded, "Thanks."

She moved to get up, but he grabbed her wrist, keeping her in the chair next to him.

"What are you doing?" she asked, eyeing him strangely.

"I have no fucking idea anymore."

Without giving her a chance to think of a response he leaned forward, closing the space between their lips. She tensed up, but only for a moment.

She had no idea why he was doing this, but she really couldn't bring herself to care. He was a really good kisser and he was doing that thing where he made her feel like she was actually there.

Since it was late and they were sitting in the back, there weren't people around to see them. He took this to his advantage and pulled her so that she was sitting on his lap again.

The position caused her skirt to move up her legs, exposing more of her creamy skin to his touch, and he took advantage of that too, sliding his hands up her thighs, before moving one to her waist and the other to her hair.

She broke away, but he didn't want to stop. Something about her made him feel alive, which was something that hadn't happened since the war. Maybe even before that.

He brought his lips to her neck, gently kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh, causing little moans to escape past her lips. He was unconsciously running a hand through her hair, twirling a few of her curls, and she couldn't help but smirk.

"For someone who claims to hate my hair, you sure do play with it a lot."

Instead of responding he bit down on her pulse point, eliciting a louder moan from her, and smirked. He brought his lips back to hers and easily slid his tongue into her mouth while she ran her hands through his hair and over his toned chest.

He tentatively trailed his hands up her sides and cupped her breasts. She moaned into his mouth and he felt his cock twitch at the sound.

His mouth was hard and demanding against hers, but his hands were gentle, caressing her chest, her sides, her face.

All of a sudden they heard the unmistakable sound of heels clicking along the library floor and then, "Drakey, where are you?"

Hermione's eyes widened and she scrambled off him, accio-ing her things into her bag and sitting down at a different table before Pansy found them.

Draco wanted nothing more than to strangle Pansy for ruining the moment, but instead he just ran a hand through his hair and adjusted his tie.

"Oh, there you are! I've been looking for you." she said, her voice overly loud and shrill in comparison to Hermione's, whose sounded soft and sweet like honey.

"Why?" he simply asked, shifting in his seat in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure in his pants.

"Well I thought that maybe if you weren't tired anymore we could go up to your room and-"

"Pansy," he interrupted, not wanting Hermione to hear any of this, "I told you I wasn't in the mood."

"Yeah, but I know how sometimes you-"

"Pansy, I said no." he snapped.

She frowned, but then noticed the bulge in his pants, her eyes twinkling, "Oh, but you are excited to see me aren't you?"

She dropped her voice in what Draco assumed was supposed to be a seductive whisper, but it just made him want to claw his eyes out.

"No, that's not-"

"Get lost mudblood." she said over her shoulder to Hermione.

Draco tensed, but Hermione didn't seem to have any reaction whatsoever. "Gladly."

She grabbed her books, and without a second glance at either one of them, left the library.

Draco wanted to crawl out of his skin when Pansy slid onto his lap. It was strange how Hermione had been in this same position just minutes earlier, and it had been completely different. With her he'd felt alive, hell he'd felt aroused, but with Pansy it was like the exact opposite. He felt nothing with her. Not. A. Damn. Thing.

She ran her hands up his chest and moved her hips over his in a way that he was sure would have had him fucking her on the table within minutes, but something was different now. He stood up, catching her arm before she fell, but letting go as soon as she was steady.

"Pansy, just give it a rest would you?"

Without waiting for a reply he left the library to go take a cold shower.

Bloody hell.

The next morning Hermione was half asleep in the Great Hall, sitting between Ginny and Ron. She hadn't slept well at all, thoughts of Draco and Pansy taunting her whenever she closed her eyes.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and tried to breathe. Nothing was supposed to be this difficult.

"You okay Mione?" asked Ginny, her voice low.

Hermione nodded, "Just tired. Didn't sleep very well."

"You and Malfoy both apparently. I mean he looks like hell." she said.

Hermione looked over at Draco, who had already been looking at her, but before he could do anything she turned away.

"Yeah, what else is new?"

"Oh come on. Even you have to admit that he's pretty damn hot." said Ginny, a spark in her eye.

Ron decided to tune in at the moment and said, "Who's pretty damn hot?"


"Nobody!" snapped Hermione, shooting Ginny a look.

Ron just shrugged, but then tensed, "Why's Malfoy looking over here?"

Hermione glanced up, and sure enough he was looking directly at her. She just shrugged, "Who knows? Probably just trying to figure out new ways to torture us."

Ron glared at him, but seemed pleased enough by Hermione's answer to return to eating.

Harry however wasn't as convinced. He was very aware that Draco wasn't looking at them, but at Hermione, and he also knew that the look he was giving her wasn't contempt, but lust.

He would definitely need to keep an eye on that. It's not that he didn't believe Malfoy had, in some ways changed after the war, but he was still Malfoy, he was still a royal prick, and his parents still weren't fond of muggleborns.

I guess time would have to tell.

"Can we talk?"

Hermione had been sitting in her regular spot in the library when Draco approached her.

"Since when did you ask me permission for anything?" she asked, not looking up from her papers.

He let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair, sitting down in the chair next to hers.

"Because it' fault." he said awkwardly, clearly not used to admitting he was wrong.

She still didn't look over at him, just continued scribbling notes down on her parchment.

He sighed in frustration and snatched the quill out of her hand, causing her to glare at him. "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to fucking apologize Granger."

Her eyes went wide and she couldn't think of anything to say so Draco continued.

"I know that you're probably pissed-"

"Why would I be pissed? You can shag whoever you want." she said, attempting to keep the emotion out of her voice.

"You think I - I did not shag Pansy. I haven't shagged anyone in a while if you're curious." he said with a smirk.

Hermione was thoroughly shocked, but refused to let it show. "What? No one wanted to fuck you lately?"

"I think Pansy made it rather obvious that people do want to shag me, I just don't want to shag them."

"Why not? Why all of a sudden do you not want to?"


"All I've seen you do is flirt with anything in a skirt."


"And now you expect me to believe that not only have you not shagged anyone, but that you didn't want to. Please, get re-"

"Granger shut the fuck up and listen to me." he said, exasperatedly.

She did as he asked, too shocked to do otherwise.

"I don't know why. Really I don't. Because I don't want to like you. You always know the answers to everything, you're almost never wrong, you've been beating me academically for the past 7 years, and on top of it you decided to go and get hot all of a sudden."

That last part caught her completely off guard, and she opened and closed her mouth, searching for words.

"It just seemed like a good idea at the time to kiss you."

"But it wasn't?" she asked quietly, studying him with a passive expression.

"No, it wasn't."

She looked away from him and wondered for the billionth time what the hell she was doing, and why she was putting herself through this with him in the first place when he clearly didn't think that she was worth-

"And do you know why?"

"How should I know why? You're the one who keeps kissing me, who keeps finding me. I didn't ask for-"

"Because you drive me insane. I can't think straight with you in my head, and you're always in my head. You showed up and completely flipped everything upside down and I can't stand you for it. You're making me feel shit that I haven't felt with another girl, and call me selfish but I can't walk away from that. And I don't want to either."

Hermione's mouth was open and she was trying to quickly process what he'd just told her. "I'm not going to be some dirty little secret you keep Malfoy."

He ran a hand through his hair, "Did I say anything about that?"

"No, but-"

"Granger, I'm not keeping you a secret. There's nothing to keep secret."

She blinked a few times before responding. "Then why the hell are you here telling me all this?"

"Because maybe I want there to be something."

"What the hell do you mean something?"

"Fucking christ, Granger." he groaned pulling her onto his lap, not straddling him this time though, and looking into her eyes, "I don't know exactly what I want. But what I do know is that I want to be able to kiss you when I damn well please, I sure as hell don't want to see Weaselbee touching you, or any guy touching you for that matter. And I know that I want to do a lot more than just make out with you in this damn library." he said the last part with a seductive smirk and she couldn't help but blush.

"But what are your parents going to say if they find out. I mean we can be careful, but-"

"I don't want to be careful. I want to do whatever the fuck makes me happy."

"And what's that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

At that he smiled, something she hadn't ever seen directed to her, "You."

He brought one hand to the back of her neck and pulled her lips to his, kissing her way gentler than he had before, and it surprised her.

But she definitely wasn't complaining.

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