Draco couldn’t help but smirk as he left the library, his plan had gone perfectly well! He was extremely grateful that his father had supplied him with polyjuice potion just in case he ever needed it. That was his father for him, always giving him mysterious black magic objects or potions in case of ‘emergencies’.
Well this was an emergency. He thought grimly.
And Granger, he never knew she had it in her…
She was actually quit decent for a mudblood, it was probably the potion, I mean, Granger is all goody goody, she would never ask someone to fuck her in a library, ha! She’d probably be worried of damaging the books!!!
Draco continued down the steps to the dungeons whilst Crabbe and Goyle went off to the Great Hall to get some more lunch. As he descended the steps he bumped into none other than Pansy. As soon as she saw him, her eyes lit up and she pounced on him squeezing him tightly. Draco was completely taken by surprise at this action and then, he remembered...
Shit! The spray, I’m still wearing it!
Pansy had now let go of Draco but still left her hands on his upper chest.
“Draco! I’ve been looking for you! You hardly ate any lunch and then dashed off quickly.”
Draco, who by now had backed into a wall, just stared at Pansy wondering what would be her next move.
“I err… had some catching up to do so I had to go to the library.”
Pansy began to fiddle with his tie, “Well you know, now that you’ve finished, don’t you think we have some catching up to do?” One of her hands slowly drifted down to his groin. “If you know what I mean?”
Draco knew exactly what she meant and seeing as Pansy was decent, decided he might as well take up on the offer. He felt so good anyway, this would be his sort of, victory shag.
He bent down and whispered in her ear, “No attachments yea? Simply one off right?” Pansy nodded her head eagerly. So Draco slid his hand round her waist and hurried her off to the room of requirement looking back nervously to make sure no one was watching.
Hermione stood there in the shock.
Why the fuck did I do that!?!?!?
She quickly grabbed her bag from the desk and rushed off to the Gryffindor common room.
So many thoughts were running through her head as she made her way down the corridors. Her main thought was what had possessed her to kiss Malfoy. Looking back at it now, it seemed outrageous for her to do such a thing, but at the time it felt so right…
Urrr! What the hell am I thinking, yea it was fun…and I did get a bit carried away, I mean, in the library of all places!?!? Wow though, he knows what he’s doing…
She blushed at this point
But look at what a dickhead he is! Thinking he has the audacity to blackmail me like that!?!? Like he had planned it all along, but wait… he must’ve. How else could Crabbe and Goyle have gotten the polyjuice potion ready, and the camera? But then he would have known that I was going to kiss him, and who would have ever predicted that happening?
Where’d you get that cut from?” Ron asked when she rushed through the portrait hole.
“Huh?” Hermione wiped her lip and found that it was bleeding.
That stupid git!!!
“Umm, I err, walked into a wall.” Hermione hastily replied.
Ron frowned at her puzzled but then turned his frown into a smirk as he let out a laugh.
“Wow Hermione Granger, your first joke!! That was actually pretty funny as well!”
Hermione relaxed and just let out a fake chuckle, “Yea, that’s it, I’m joking.” She pointed her finger at Ron, “You caught me out there, thought I had you! Hehe...”
Ron was now too busy laughing to have realised that Hermione had sneakily walked off to the Girl’s staircases to find Ginny. Lucky for her, Ginny was making her way down the staircase. Hermione immediately grabbed Ginny’s free wrist and brought her back up the stairs to her room.
An hour later, Ginny and Hermione sat on the floor of the Head’s common room after having diminished three chocolate sundaes.
“See,” Said Ginny whilst scraping out the inside of her cup, “I leave you for a few hours, and look what happens?”
Hermione simply rolled her eyes, “I’m in shit aren’t I?”
Ginny paused for a second, thinking through what Hermione had just said before nodding her head in agreement, “Yep, pretty much so…”
Hermione let out a frustrated moan, “why me!?!?”
“Well you are actually really pretty, maybe that’s it eh? He also likes you underneath, but just doesn’t want to admit because of the whole mudblood thing. And this, well it’s just a good cover for him to be able to do this with you and not have to explain his actions.”
Hermione thought of this, she knew her looks had improved over the years, but she still couldn’t see Malfoy having a crush on her! That would just be absurd.
“And what about you? You fancy him eh?” Asked Ginny, breaking Hermione’s concentration.
“Well, I’m not going to lie. It was fun, I mean, he definitely knows what he’s doing…” Hermione thought back to tricks he had done with his tongue whilst they were kissing.
“Uh, Hermione? Ooooh, I think someone has a crush on a certain Slytherin!”
“Shut it!” Hermione said too quickly.
Ginny just raised an eyebrow and left it at that.
“Ur, if I have anymore chocolate, I think I might puke!”
Over a week had gone by and Hermione had done her best to stay out of Malfoy’s way. Whenever she had to sit next to him in lessons, she’d put her head down and do her work not looking up until the bell rang signalling the end of the lesson, even then she’d dash off leaving no time for Malfoy to corner her in anyway.
They were now approaching the end of their second week at school and Hermione was having to sit another potions lesson with Malfoy. He must’ve been in a bad mood or something because of the little remarks he kept sliding past her.
‘o0o0o, Draco fuck me please! O0o0o, you’re so good…“ Draco mimicked.
Hermione had finally had enough and retorted back to this comment, “Listen, first up I wouldn’t ever call you Draco, its Malfoy, always has been, always will be.” She lowered her voice to a bare whisper, “Second, I remember you also enjoying our little ‘session’ we had, but I guess you wouldn’t remember that little moan you accidently let out would you now?” Hermione raised an eyebrow.
Hermione saw Malfoy’s eyes widen when she said this and watched as blush slowly crept up his pale face.
Malfoy looked furious now, “Mudblood, I’d watch what you say, you really want Potter and Weasel to know what the real Granger is like?”
It was Hermione’s turn to blush now, “Shut up Malfoy.” Was all she could mutter back.
When the bell rang, meaning end of the day, Hermione grabbed her possessions and walked over to Harry and Ron who were still taking their time to pack up.
“Come on, what’s taking you two so long?” Hermione said clicking her tongue impatiently.
“Sheesh, what’s up with you?” Ron asked, shoving his books into his bag.
“Nothing, I’m just…hungry.” Hermione said nervously glancing over to Malfoy who seemed to be taking his time to put his potion book into his bag. He looked up sensing Hermione’s eyes on him and smirked in a mischievous manor.
Hermione started to get nervous; Malfoy looked like he was up to something. Harry and Ron had finally finished packing up and so Hermione rushed out of the potion’s room with them trailing along behind her.
“Hermione,” said Ron tripping up on the hem of his robes, “I’ve never seen you so hungry before!”
Hermione just let out a nervous laugh.
“Oh I have,” Said a familiar voice she only knew too well. Harry and Ron immediately turned round to face Malfoy, “Mind you, it wasn’t for food…”
Hermione swiftly turned round and alarmingly looked at Malfoy, his eyes connected with hers and dismissed her nervous expression.
“What do you mean by that?” Ron retaliated defensively.
“You should know Weasel, after all, didn’t you two go out?” He let out a little chuckle as Harry and Ron exchanged confused looks. Malfoy raised an eyebrow, “books.”
“What?” Said Harry through gritted teeth, “Books, Malfoy? I think you’re the one that’s hungry; you seem to be a bit delusional…lack of food – and brains that is.”
Ron laughed at this joke and Hermione couldn’t help but smile a bit at the way her friend’s stood up for her.
Malfoy’s eyes glinted maliciously, “I meant, she’s always hungry for more books, that’s all and you can shut it scarhead.” He spat before he stormed off.
“What was that all about?” Ron said still as ever confused.
Hermione tried to act as normal as possible and put on her best face, “its Malfoy, since when has he ever spoken sense?”
Harry nodded his head in agreement and they made their way towards the Gryffindor tower to drop off their bags. Hermione, needing to have a go at Malfoy told Harry and Ron that she’d meet them down in the hall later.
“But I thought you said you were hungry?” Asked Ron his eyebrows furrowed.
“Yea, I am! Totally, I just have to freshen up first, see you in a bit.” And with that she rushed off to her dorm.
As soon as she walked into her room she headed straight for the shared common room. Malfoy was no where to be seen so she walked over to his door and noticed that it was left slightly ajar…
She bit her lip wondering whether she should have a look and decided that she might as well. Praying that Malfoy was anywhere but in his room, she slowly pushed open the door and poked her head in.
The room was decorated in the colours, silver, black and green. Hermione entered the room cautiously quietly closing the door behind her. His room was around the same size as hers, however, he had a sofa in front of his bed in silk green lining with black pillows also made out of silk.
It looked so comfortable, so she approached it and sat down running her hands over the silk fabric.
“What the fuck are you doing here mudblood?”
Hermione jumped upright and turned to face Malfoy, his hair damp and only wearing a towel showing off his firm chest; he’d obviously just came out from a shower. She immediately blushed and looked away.
Malfoy let out a little smirk not before realising why she was even there in the first place.
“Answer my question then, why are you here?”
“I…err, I wanted to talk and well, the door was open…” Malfoy had now edged in closer to her.
Oh-my-gosh!! Shit!!! Why does he have to be so sexy!?!? No, remember, he’s a Slytherin, a sexy slytherin – No!!
“You remember the little deal we had right?” He moved her hair behind her shoulders.
Hermione felt as though she couldn’t move, she just stood there, paralysed. Even when Malfoy leaned in to kiss her, she just stood there, her mouth half-open.
It took her a while to start kissing him back, she had no idea why she was doing this, but it felt so good.
Okay, this is extremely freaky, why am I kissing him – cause he’s good. Plus the fact, he’ll tell Harry and Ron about the library incident if I’m not nice to him. So in a way, it’s compulsory, yea that’s it…
This time it was her asking for entrance into his mouth with her tongue and when Malfoy accepted, things really started heating up.
He slowly unbuttoned her robe and carelessly threw it aside still kissing her. She felt his hands move down her slim waist and rest on her hips, she pressed her body on him even more feeling the water from his damp chest wet her shirt, all along, their tongues still battling within their mouths. Malfoy slowly started stirring her towards the bed and before she knew it, felt her back hit the soft quilt.
They stopped kissing at that moment, Hermione rapidly breathing; a thousand thoughts were running through her mind at that time. Malfoy then got on top of her on the bed and began kissing her again once more. One of his hands slowly began to slide up her skirt where it rested on her thigh whilst she began to massage circles into his back.
Their lips broke connection as he started to move onto her neck, leaving marks all along her neck. Hermione moaned slightly only making Malfoy more eager.
He then started nibbling on her ears and she let out a slight giggle and then, it brought back memories…
Only one other person had kissed her there and that was Ron, her mind and senses came back to her and she realised what she was doing.
Shit! What the hell would Harry and Ron think if they new what I was doing!?!?
And with all her might, she pushed Malfoy off her making him fall of the bed in surprise landing on the floor with a thud.
“Oww, what was that for?” Malfoy said still lying on the floor, one hand supporting him. But Hermione was already retrieving her cloak from the corner of his room and within seconds, had left his room.
Malfoy didn’t seem to care much, because what had surprised him so much was that for once, he wasn’t wearing the attraction spray…