The two best Quiddich teams at Hogwart would soon be clashing again. You were the Chaser for the Gryfindor team and you were against your greatest ememy, Draco Malfoy. He hit on you every second of your life. You couldn't help the fact that he was totally hot. He had also been picking at you and your 3 best friends, Hermoine, Harry, and Ron since the 1st year. You were going to crush them, you knew it.

Just as you were going out to the pitch to warm up, you felt two hands wrap smoothly around your waist as if they had done it many times before, which they had.

"Hello Love." Your stomach flipped as you knew it was Draco and didn't turn around.

"Wh-what are you doing here, Dra-Malfoy?" You questioned.

"Just came to have a little, huh, fun." He murmured in your ear, his hands sliding ever so smoothly up your waist towards your chest.

You couldn't help it and you leaned a little into him.

"I need to go warm up, Malfoy." You responded. You felt him smirk, his lips in the side of your neck.

"Oh I can warm you up if thats what you want, baby." You felt his teeth nibble at your ear and his breath tickle your nose.

Even in your quiet daze, you could tell that he was loving every second of this; you letting him touch or even come near you and getting to hypnotize you like this. This is why he loved you so much.

You didn't know why you were not yanking his hands off of you or turning around and slapping him sensless like Hermione did in 3rd year.

"You are just trying to distract me from warming up so you guys have a slightly possible chance at winning!" You exclaimed.

You felt his hands slide right under your chest, making you shiver and almost moan.

"And I can tell it's working, love." He whispered, trailing kisses down your jawline.

"How exactly can you do that, you know this can't be affecting me, right?" You said quietly, slightly turning your jaw involuntarily so he could kiss you a couple more times.

You felt his hands slide back down your waist yet again, stopping to grip your hips and your heart lurched.

"I can feel your heartbeat and hear your breathing, darling." He whispered again.

You crossed your arms, trying to look defiant but you knew he had gotten you. His forehead was pressing against you temple as his hands climbed up to where your hands were crossed at your chest and intertwined his fingers with yours.

What he didn't know was that you could feel his breathing and his heartbeat as well. He was loving that fact that you were letting him do this to you. He adored the fact that he knew you wanted him.

Finally you couldn't take the urge anymore. You lurched youself around and smashed his lips into yours. You felt him smile, a true smile, into the kiss as your hands trailed up his neck and found their way into his hair. His hands stayed pressed tightly to your hips as if they were glued there.

Needless to say, he succeded at distracting you. You weren't very conentrated on the game that night. But yet again, neither was he.