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It’s too hot in here. Or maybe it was too much tequila.
She feels giggly, warmth bubbling in her veins and leaving her dizzy. Hermione spies him out of the corner of her eyes, watching him chat on with Blaise, the low glow of the fire illuminating him.
“Watcha looking at?” Ginny leans into her, wobbling slightly and nearly knocking Hermione off her already unsteady feet.
“No one in particular.” She smiles and shares a look with her friend, sending them both into a fit of giggles.
Malfoy’s head turns slightly, his gaze catching on her as he raises a brow.
Oh, he’s much too handsome for his own good. She wants to sink her teeth into him.
Hermione gives her friend's arm a squeeze, slipping away, letting her hand drag along the wall as she goes. His gaze burns into her, following her as she moves back into the corner by the exit.
“You’re going to get me in trouble,” Malfoy speaks low, slow as he approaches her.
The silver of his eyes gleam in low light of the room, sharp in a way that usually signaled a warning, but now all it felt like to her was a promise.
“Me?” She smiles innocently, pressing herself against the wall.
“Do you want to get caught?” The words leave his lips in a rumble, goosebumps covering her exposed skin. “I don’t think anyone in this party would be too pleased to know what I do to you behind closed doors.”
His gaze drops to the hemline of her skirt, watching as she squeezes her thighs together.
“Please.” She drawls, fingers carefully tugging at the end of her skirt, exposing more of her flesh.
His eyes flash dangerously.
“Behave.” Malfoy closes in on her, trapping her in to block her from anyone who could look over.
“A little kiss to tide me over,” She pushes out her bottom lip in a pout, very aware she’s testing his patience. “Then I’ll be good.”
He tilts his head down, nose brushing against hers, lips hovering so temptingly close to hers. He smelled like whiskey, like lingering traces of his cologne that nearly drove her feral.
“And what if they see?” His breath is warm against her lips. “What will they think of their precious golden girl then, hm?”
“I don’t care—“ She sing-songs, snagging her fingers into the soft fabric of his jumper, tugging his lips onto hers.
Warmth blossoms in her chest, spreading from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. His chest presses to hers, an arm wrapping around her waist to keep her upright.
His fingers quickly find the gap between her blouse and waistline, burning as his thumb rubs along the curve of her hip.
Hermione whimpers against his lips and his eyes flash open, heated and dangerous as they break apart. He’s stolen the breath from her lungs, leaving her panting and desperate for more.
“Grab your bag,” He stands to full height, turning to see if anyone had been looking. “We’re going back to the dorm.”
Hermione hides her grin, turning a little too fast to grab her beaded bag from the counter, almost stumbling before his hand finds the small of her back to steady her.
Oh, she would get exactly what she wanted. Smiling to herself as anticipation fizzled in her belly at what waited for her back in their dorm room.