The Chemicals React

Chapter 8

Hermione walked to the library with guilt on her shoulders. She didn't like going to see Malfoy right after she had a tender moment with Jason, but she promised she would. Hermione wanted to see him again. The pressure from being away from him was making her body ache and unable to walk her toward her dormitories.

She needed to talk to him about this, how could she be the mate of two Veela's? She had never even heard such a thing about Veela's.

She entered the library confidently as she made her way over to her usual spot where Malfoy was sure to be. She noticed the goggling eyes from as she strode by study tables but she chose to ignore it. She was used to it by now and didn't like the new attention. Now I know why Flur seems to be such a snob, she just wants to be left alone.

Suddenly Hermione felt a hand snake around her waste. She turned to protest at the boy but she instantly felt who it was and silenced herself. It was Malfoy. He didn't look at her. He kept his eyes focused on glaring at the entranced boys as they walked by. Hermione could fill the looks of jealously Malfoy got from them.

He didn't say anything to her until they got to Hermione's study table.

"Could today gone by any slower?" He complained as threw his things on the table.

Hermione forced a smile, "I had the same problem."

Malfoy suddenly stopped causalities as he noticed her guard up.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Hermione looked at him surprised, was she really that readable?

"Nothing," She said trying to brush the question off.

Malfoy rolled his eyes, "I know when's something's bugging you Granger, your eyes get all guarded."

Hermione looked at him surprised that he watched her so carefully.

"Don't look at me like that," He snapped at her.

Hermione shook her head, "It's Jason," She said after a moment.

Malfoy suddenly went cold, "West?"

She nodded in response.

"What about him?" He questioned too quickly.

"Did you know he's a Veela too?" She asked afraid of his reaction.

His eyes went black instantly, "He's a what?"

She instantly put her hand on his arms to calm him down.

"Don't look at me like that," Hermione said calmly throwing back his own words.

He didn't relax, "When did you see him?"

"Just before I came to see you," She answered.

"He didn't try anything did he?" He asked his voice hard.

"No Malfoy that's not what I'm trying to get at… he mentioned something I think is somewhat impossible," She said slowly, she would have to tell him sooner or later.

She took a big breath.

"He thinks I'm his mate too," She said looking down away from his eyes.

Hermione instantly felt his body stiffen.

No wonder he despised West, more so than any other person. West was a Veela too Malfoy thought suddenly. Malfoy couldn't control his body, if he moved he was sure to do something he would regret, like knock all the books off the nearby shelf that so easily could be ripped apart. So he did nothing, instead thinking of ways to plot West's murder in his head to keep him in place.

He stayed dead silent for a long time. Hermione was afraid to say anything afraid he might lose his temper. So she waited, waited for him to make the next move.

"What do you think," He said darkly. Hermione could barely hear him he said it so quietly.

Her eyes snapped up to him. His eyes were silver, not the cold black ones she was expecting.

"I… I don't know what to think," She answered honestly, "How could I possibly be yours and his?"

Malfoy suddenly brought her close to him, his face instantly dark again.

"Listen to me Granger, you are not his. If you belong to anyone it's me, and only me," He said dangerously close to her lips.

She didn't say anything only being able to concentrate on breathing. It was like fresh air being this close to him, like a weight had been lifted on her shoulders. Malfoy's sent filled her body like a medicine.

Malfoy's eyes suddenly went back to sliver noticing that he had scared her.

He suddenly let go of her putting his hands on his head.

"What's going on with me?" He asked mostly to himself as he ran his hair through his perfectly messy blonde hair.

Hermione's body was screaming for Malfoy's touch again. It was like she couldn't control her self anymore. She realized that they were more connected than she had let on before. Malfoy's emotions must be connected with mine, Hermione realized.

"Draco," Hermione said.

Hermione felt him freeze from the use of his first name.

Malfoy couldn't believe how good it felt to hear his name roll from her mouth. Like she was only meant to say his name, like she shouldn't belong to anyone else.

"Will you hold me?" She asked simply.

Malfoy face suddenly changed, Hermione couldn't pin point what it was but she could feel his face grown into surprise from her request. He instantly gave into her as he stepped forward to her putting his strong arms around her small figure. Hermione felt alive again, the pain from his absence was gone again and she could function normally. She leaned forward slightly to rest her forehead on his chest and closed her eyes.

Malfoy instantly felt his body relax and felt himself breathe normally. Her smell made him weak and he hated it. He hated how he needed her, how he wouldn't be able to live without her. He couldn't leave her though, he would give into her ever demand now without being able to help it.

He rested his head on hers as he took a deep breath.

Suddenly he could smell a different sent than hers, it was the disgusting smell of West.

He instantly felt jealousy pang inside him.

"Did he touch you?" Malfoy asked trying to keep himself calm.

Hermione felt herself tense, "I- um well he hugged me goodbye, but that was all."

Malfoy glared at her, "I didn't know you were so close already."

She glared back, "Stop acting childish, you know for a fact that I might be his mate to no matter how impossible that may be!"

He shoved her against the stoned wall making sure he didn't hurt her in the process, pounding his fist on the wall. His possessive side was coming out in him and it was taking control of his body.

"You're not his," He repeated darkly.

Hermione stood frozen his face so close to hers she could feel his breath on her face. She knew that she should be frightened or concerned, but his close proximity was getting to her. Hermione's eyes drifted to his lips. She instantly wanted to know what they felt like, if they really were what she imagined in her head so many times.

Malfoy noticed her eyes move down toward his lips as his body instinctively grew closer to her making his breath grow ragged. He couldn't stand being so close to her as his will power was slowly fading, he wanted her.

"Hermione you better leave right now," Malfoy said suddenly to her.

Her eyes snapped back up to his ones again.

"I'm not moving any where," She said looking into his silver eyes.

Not a moment later his lips were on hers. Hermione's body felt like it was on fire, that someone had just put the life back into her. His lips felt better than anything she'd ever known. He was so strong yet gentle, so forceful yet patient. His lips molded with hers perfectly. She felt like she wouldn't need anything else in this world.

She broke the kiss needing air.

Malfoy couldn't believe that he had just kissed her. He couldn't believe that he actually enjoyed it, wanted it. It's like she has the other half of me, he thought.

He took a moment to study her, like he needed to, he thought sarcastically to himself. He had every part of her memorized. Her perfect chocolate brown hair matched her gorgeous brown hair perfectly. Her skin flawless and a pale color making her pink lips stand out, making them a perfect tease for his uncontrolled emotions.

"You're really beautiful Hermione," He said running his hand through her hair before he could stop himself.

She suddenly smiled at him and leaned in to his lips again.

This time he was bolder, his hands wrapped around her small body bringing her closer. He couldn't stop kissing her; it was like it was as natural as breathing. He felt her hands run through his hair as he felt himself get more restless.

He picked her up and set her on the table not breaking the kiss.

Hermione couldn't believe what was happening. Never in a million years did she think she would ever kiss Draco Malfoy, much less enjoy it. But she did, in fact she craved it.

Hermione bit his bottom lip in spite of herself.

Hermione almost jumped with surprise as she heard Malfoy growl with pleasure. He began to press his body more closely to hers.

Hermione pulled away again. Malfoy finally opened his eyes, there shade a dark purple.

"We need to go," Hermione said unwillingly looking down at her watch, "It's almost past curfew!" Hermione's eyes grew wide wondering how long they must have been kissing.

Malfoy kept his arms around her, "Your not going anywhere after that stunt," He said breathing hard.

Hermione smiled mischievously, "What on earth are you talking about?" She asked innocently.

Malfoy suddenly smiled to, a rare sight anyone got to see. It was the most beautiful thing Hermione had ever laid eyes on.

"Fine, you win this round Granger, but don't expect to win anymore," He said leaning in for one last kiss.

Hermione kissed back eagerly savoring the moment of his full attention.

This time Malfoy pulled away from her.

"Do you have to go?" He said almost pleading.

Hermione's body instantly wanted to stay. Whenever he truly pleaded with her on anything she wanted to say yes, she would always want to say yes to him. It made her weak in the knees to know that he needed her.

"You know we can't stay here," She said reminding him.

"Then let me walk you to your tower," He requested.

"What if someone sees? You really want people to know?" She asked him, truly curious to know if he would put his reputation on the line.

Malfoy gave a scoffing laugh, "You think people in my house don't already know? They know I'm a Veela and they know my mate is almost certainly you. They've known because I stare at you every time you pass me in the hall way, every class I have with you my eyes always wander to you. I can't date any other girls because I have no interest in them. Trust me, they already know."

Hermione stood still taking in his speech. Now this is proof that Draco Malfoy was indeed changing.

"Ok," She said after a moment of silence not willing to fight him.

They silently got their things as Malfoy and Hermione walked out of the library side by side, bidding the librarian farewell. They received a strange look from her but she quickly regained herself replying goodnight to them shaking her head once they were out of sight.

Hermione couldn't believe that she and Malfoy were getting along, really getting along. Walking with him as friends was rather amazing, she almost questioned if this was just all a dream.

They turned the corner getting closer to the Gryffindor tower passing a group of students rushing to get to their towers when Hermione finally spoke.

"Can I ask you something?" Hermione asked cutting through the silence.

Malfoy looked at her curious nodding.

"Do you… really think about me often?" She asked innocently.

His reaction threw her off guard as he looked away from her smiling slightly.

"I really don't want to own up to that question," He said not looking at her.

She didn't say anything as she looked down at her feet.

"Why?" He asked finally looking at her.

She shrugged, "I wondered if it was just me."

Malfoy didn't reply as he smoothly slid his hand in hers.

Hermione instantly felt better as she smiled in the inside.

"Can I ask you a question?" He asked now.

She nodded to him, keeping her eyes on the path ahead making sure she didn't give away the stupid happy girl that was screaming inside of her.

"Can I see you tomorrow?" He asked.

Hermione's head turned back to him finally.

"Don't I see you in almost every class with you tomorrow?" She asked.

Malfoy let out a loud puff of air rolling his eyes, "Never mind."

Hermione smiled again inside and trying to contain it from creeping to her face.

"Only if you plan on spending the day with me," She said looking out the window to avoid his eyes.

She instantly felt his mood lift.

"I hope I can survive a full day of you," He said pretending not to really care that she had said yes as they finally could see the fat lady's portrait in sight.

Hermione decided to bite back, "I could always go hang out with Jason if you don't want to?" She said only teasing, but she didn't realize that she had made a big mistake.

Malfoy's eyes instantly went cold as he dropped her hand stopping in his tracks.

Hermione stopped to her eyes growing together.

"What?" He asked coldly.

Hermione instantly tried to fix her mistake, "No Malfoy I didn't mean-"

"Didn't mean what?" He cut of angry his voice growing louder attracting attention from the students surrounding them.

Hermione glared at him, "It was only a joke Malfoy!"

"Well don't," He growled, "If you rather hang out with West fine."

He turned to leave not being able to control himself with the jealously he was feeling, but Hermione grabbed his arm.

"Malfoy don't go," She pleaded hoping he wouldn't leave.

Malfoy gave a loud sigh as he didn't budge for a moment closing his eyes trying to stay calm. He slowly turned to face her again keeping his face guarded.

She stepped in closer to him so they were face to face.

"Will you meet me here tomorrow morning for breakfast?" She asked dangerously close to his face almost in a husky voice. She didn't like using persuasion usually to convince someone to do something she wanted, but she used it as a last resort hoping Malfoy would give in.

Damn her, Malfoy thought knowing that he would eventually give in to her request. Because truthfully he didn't want to leave her side, ever. He was now afraid more than ever to leave her alone, what if Jason took her right out from under him?

He sighed again, "Fine,"

Hermione immediately felt relieved.

"But don't think I'll forget that comment," He said darkly.

She rolled her eyes pulling his hand toward the fat lady just down the hallway.

"I wouldn't imagine it," she mumbled under her breath.

They stayed silent until they reached the portrait. They stopped as Hermione faced him waiting for him to bid her goodnight.

But he didn't say anything he pulled the hand he held backward so Hermione would come forward knocking her into his toned chest.

He not even sparing a moment kissed her long and hard, making her head spin and unable to control her own body. She kissed him back willingly suddenly wishing he wouldn't leave.

He pulled away all too soon.

"I bet West can't make you feel like that," Malfoy whispered on her mouth, "That will give you something to think about tonight…Goodnight Hermione."

He gave her one last longing look as if he was deciding on whether to just go up to bed with her but he turned to leave not a moment later walking away from her.

"Goodnight," She whispered watching him go.

Malfoy heard her turning as he gave her a beautiful crooked smile. Hermione's heart stopped wishing she could take a picture of it but he turned his head around and proceeded to keep walking.
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