The Library

Sunday, August 31, 1998

Draco's eyes rolled into the back of his head as a hot tongue slid its way up his shaft.

Fuck. Was this really happening?

He looked down, blinking a few times to make sure this wasn't just another dream his sick mind had thought up to mess with him. But it wasn't. She was there, kneeling on the floor in front of him while he sat on the edge of the bed. Most of her clothes were in a pile on the floor where she'd discarded them only moments before. All she had on was a pair of blue, lacy knickers though those would be removed shortly if he had any say in it.

She looked so bloody appetizing right now. If it weren't for the fact that she was doing him a service right now, he would have already taken her before they had even made it to the bed. She smirked when she noticed him staring at her.

Salazar, those eyes. That look. It was like his own personal vision playing out right in front of him.

Granger on her knees. Granger looking up at him with those bloody seductive eyes. Granger sliding her warm tongue....

His fingers were already knotting themselves in her long brown hair by the time her mouth consumed him.

"Holy shit." He muttered as her hands gripped his knees, her tongue rolling along the smooth underside of his penis.

She's done this before. There was no other explanation as to why she was so comfortable down there, swirling her tongue around the head, flicking it across the slit. Damn, she was good.

She bobbed her head, humming as she did so. It sent electric jolts through him. He couldn't even think straight as she took him into the hot, wet place that was her mouth. He felt his head hit her throat and her teeth bit down softly at the same time.

He was dangerously close to the edge. His fingers dug into her scalp as he tried not to thrust his hips forward, driving himself further into her mouth. He didn't want to choke her, but it was getting impossibly hard for him to sit still. She was looking up at him as she let him slip out of her mouth and then took him back in.

Fuck. Why hadn't they done this sooner? How could something so wild be living inside that bookworm exterior? It was bloody criminal.

Then she did it again, sucking him hard, looking up at him, her tongue working wonders along his shaft. Gods, had anything felt this good? He couldn't stop himself.

"Shit!" He thrust forward, his hand gripping the back of her head as he pushed himself into her mouth. She didn't resist. Instead, she opened her mouth wider, allowing him to hit the back of her throat freely. She gagged once but didn't pull away. She fixed her eyes on him as he moved inside her and when he came she didn't make a face or spit it out. No. she looked right up at him, looking him dead in the eye and swallowed.

"Damn, Granger." He breathed, "That was sexy as fuck." He pulled her off the floor, and into his lap, her knees now on either side of his legs. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into him, kissing her hard. He could taste himself on her lips, it was slightly salty, but altogether not that bad. He wasn't one that normally kissed girls after they went down on him, but this time, he hadn't cared. He ran his hands up her bare back, taking in how soft her skin was.

She arched her back at his touch, her own hands grasping his shoulders and working their way up to his face. Her tongue dipped into his parted lips as she fought for dominance, but he wasn't going to allow that. He dug his fingers into her hips, slamming her pelvis into his.

Her knickers were causing a problem.

He needed her.

Now.

Hermione gave a startled cry when he flipped her over onto her back, tearing the blue lace off her body savagely. His fingers found her, wet and ready for him. Just how he liked it. "Hmm. Sucking me off turned you on that much, Granger?"

"No." She replied, her face turning a bright shade of pink. "Of course not."

"You're such a bad liar." He smirked, sliding a finger inside of her. She moaned and tilted her hips to drive him deeper. "Like that do you?" He asked, adding another finger.

"Mmm. Hmm."

He sucked her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue in small circles before biting down on the pink flesh. "And how about that?"

She arched up, groaning. "Yes."

He continued his ministrations as he moved his attention from one breast to the other. He felt her hands traveling up and down his body as she mewed softly. He withdrew his fingers and rubbed her engorged nub, enticing a rather loud moan to reverberate from her throat. "Ah...right there."

"Hmm...you want more?"

"Yes! Oh, gods!" She pleaded, her legs shaking violently as pleasure surged through her body. He knew she was close. He could feel it by the way she was quivering beneath him.

He leaned down, moving his fingers from her and replacing them with his tongue. She about lost it. He could tell. She grabbed a fist full of his hair as he glided his tongue across her clit. She tasted good, a mix of salty and sweet. Rather perfect if you asked him. He slid his tongue inside of her and she cried out, bucking her hips up. She was like putty in his hands. He leaned up, taking his mouth off of her and fingered her again, waiting, watching her face as she came, crying his name and throwing her head back in ecstasy. It was a sight he wanted to see again.

He pulled her legs around him. "You're too sexy for your own good."

"Am I?" She asked her voice low and slightly tired sounding, but he knew she wasn't tired, just coming off of orgasmic high.

"Most definitely." He told her, leaning over to grab his wand off the table. He had to do something before he went any farther.

When he didn't enter her right away, she leaned up on her elbows. "What are you waiting for?" She asked, impatiently.

He considered her. "Want me that bad do you?"

"Maybe." She grinned as he whispered a few words while waving his wand over her abdomen. "What was that about?"

"Contraception charm." He disclosed as he returned his wand to the table.

Her brows rose. "Didn't know there was such a thing."

"Well, now you do." He replied crawling between her open legs. "So you can add it to the exquisitely, long list of useful information you possess."

"I wouldn't say it was that long." She stated, kissing him.

"Hm, alright, Granger." He smiled. "Now, hush. Before I put your mouth to better use."

"I'm going to take a shot in the dark and say that you enjoyed it."

"You have no idea how much." He smirked, biting down on her erect nipple before she had time to respond. He kissed his way up her chest and bit down on her left shoulder as he pushed himself inside of her. She groaned and wrapped her legs tighter around him, bringing him closer.

Gods she was beautiful, so hot around him. He was going to melt into her. So tight. So hot. So bloody good. He kissed her again, not letting up until she was begging for air. He slammed into her, over and over again, loving how amazing she felt underneath him, how delicious she looked right now, her lovely chest heaving, and her plump lips moaning incoherent words.

"Fuck, so beautiful." He groaned, pressing his forehead against her shoulder, driving himself into her at a more rapid pace.

"Oh...hell..yes..." Her voice was like honey to his ears. "Draco..."

Circe, the way she said his name, in that half moan state, drove him mad. He pulled up, grabbing her legs and pushing them forward, so his hands gripped the back of her knees, as he thrust harder, again and again. "Merlin, you're so bloody tight..." He moaned, taking in the sight of her breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust, her head tilting back exposing her neck and all the red love bites he'd given her. It was just a testament as to who she belonged to now. She was his.

"Hermione." He breathed. "I can't...." He felt her walls clamp down around him and he couldn't hold back any longer. He pumped into her three more times and came hard, closing his eyes as he did so.

"Holy shit," she whispered. "That was.."

"Fan-fucking-tastic." He finished.

"My sentiments exactly." She mused, leaning up to kiss his jaw.

He sighed and pulled out of her, moving to lay on his back. He wanted to relish in the bliss that was his life at the moment. There was nothing he wanted more than to shut his eyes and drift off to sleep.

But then the bed shifted and he watched as Hermione got up and started putting her clothes back on. He leaned up on his elbows. "Where are you going?"

"I've got to get back," She said, slipping on her nearly ruined knickers," Besides, Zabini will be coming back soon..."

"Blast...I forgot." He sighed, lying back down.

"Malfoy?"

"Hmmm?"

"I just want to reiterate, I used you today." She looked serious. "For sex."

He chuckled. Was she still playing the 'This is wrong' card? "Your point?"

"I..well...I just want you to know it doesn't change things between us."

She really was something else. "I didn't really expect it too."

"This was the last time, Malfoy," She stated after a moment of silence and moving to open the door. "I mean it."

He grinned and without opening his eyes replied, "You can say that all you want, Granger, but we both know you'll need me again."

"You are so fucking full of yourself." She huffed, grabbing her jacket. "And I'll be taking this back!" She exclaimed, exiting as quickly as she had come.

Yes. Maybe he was full of himself. But that didn't mean he wasn't right. He'd seen the look on her face as she came. She'd be back. And if she didn't....well he would go to her. Either way, he knew this wouldn't be the last time he tasted mudblood.

Draco Malfoy, that arrogant, impertinent git.

"You'll need me again." She mocked in her head.

Pah! As if. He just wishes I needed him, lousy no-good Slytherin bast-

Hemione was cursing Malfoy and still buttoning up her shirt when she half slammed into Blaise in the hallway. "I'm sorry," she muttered, stepping aside to allow him to pass.

He took a look at her frazzled appearance and grinned. "Got your business taken care of then, Granger?"

She looked up at him and cocked her head. "Business?" Her eyes widened. "Oh yes, the prefects are well taken care of. Thanks for sneaking me in. I appreciate it."

"Not a problem." He assured her as she headed past him. He took a step then called after her. "You know, you can drop by anytime you like."

She gave him a curious look over her shoulder before replying, "Thanks, Zabini, but I won't be needing to come back anytime soon." She waved at him as she sped down the hallway, wanting to get as far away from her wicked deeds as she could.

She didn't see the Slytherin smirk as he opened the door to his room to see his naked and passed out roommate across his bed. "Heh, That's what you think."

Saturday, September 5, 1998

Seventh (or Eighth if you counted the fact that Hermione was supposed to have graduated already) year had started without a hitch. Or mostly.

She hadn't talked to Malfoy since that night, and she was relieved to find that she'd only shared two classes with him, Ancient Runes and Potions. While she still felt his hot stares on the back of her head, she tried to ignore his existence. It didn't quite work out, though, because try as she might, her eyes always subconsciously drifted to him when she wasn't paying attention. And then her mind would wander to places it shouldn't. Her brain was throwing her into fantasies that she normally would be blushing over, and it wasn't that hard for her to envision because she knewexactly what he looked like under those robes. So that spurred on the images of his muscular arms holding her down and his mouth working its way over her most sensitive areas...

Shit.

She should stop right there. This wasn't what she'd signed up for. She thought sleeping with him again would get him out of her system. But undoubtedly it had proven to be more of a fix. She was just adding to her newfound addiction. She'd gone and slept with him again, out of her own petty desire to feel wanted, appreciated, and probably for her own self-gratification. She'd known he wanted her, so she allowed herself to do what she wanted, what she needed and gone to him. But she wasn't planning on doing it again, or at least, she hoped she wouldn't do it again. She knew he'd wanted to continue their little exchange, but the risks of being found out were too high. She was weighing the pro's and con's in her mind.

Yes, he was sexy as hell.

Yes, he was a good kisser.

Yes, he was a fantastic lover.

But she knew he was not good for her, So she tried to forget about her undeniable lust for him as the days wore on. She had enough to worry about, thank you very much. She was still in love with Ron, despite the fact that he had been seen with many different girls the past week, including Gabrielle, and she still hadn't gotten word about her parents. So No, Malfoy was not on top of her priority list, albeit, she was probably number one on his.

Stop fucking thinking about Malfoy!

She needed to study, not worry about boys and her hormones.

That's why she was here after all. To study. To retain information. To take the N.E.W.T.S and pass. To become a Ministry official, or maybe a professor. To make something out of herself. So, here she was, in the library; chewing on her bottom lip, staring intently at her transfiguration book and trying desperately to forget all the things that transpired between her and Malfoy the last two weeks.

Though that was easier said than done.

The sound of a chair moving next to her and the sweet smell of a certain cologne drug her attention from her book and to the presence next to her.

Oh hell.

"You look so sexy when you're deep in thought." His husky voice purred in her ear. "It really turns me on."

"Wow, you sure know how to charm a lady, Malfoy." She rolled her eyes and slammed her book shut.

"Not to your liking then?"

"Not hardly." She stood up quickly, not wanting to remain in his vicinity. If she stayed, who knew what would happen.

"Ok, how about this," He asked, standing and following her through the library. He opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it. "Nevermind, let's just skip the formalities."

"I already told you, Malfoy. That was the last time."

He grabbed her hand and pulled her into an empty aisle. "Are you sure about that?"

"Yes." She said, her voice barely a whisper as she looked up into his silver eyes.

"Really? Because the way you've been eye-fucking me the past two days tells me you want another go."

"What?" She gasped, totally shocked at his accusations, no matter how true they might be. "I was not eye-fucking you."

"I beg to differ." He smirked, placing a galleon in her palm. "But in any case, I brought this, so you could keep in contact if you decided to fess up."

She looked down, confused. "What?"

"I used the Protean Charm." He stated, continuing down the aisle and looking around to see if anyone was close by. When he saw no one he released her hand and leaned back against the wall. "It's so we can contact each other."

"Are you really that hell bent on having me again?"

He didn't even blink as he responded, "Yes."

"Godric..." She sighed, pocketing the coin. "Ok, listen. What we did...it was great, fantastic even, but we can't keep doing it."

He shifted his eyes and folded his arms across his chest. "I don't see why the fuck not."

She threw her hands up in defeat. "It isn't right. We are from two very different worlds...and we don't even like each other for Godric's sake."

"Who cares, Granger? How many times must we go through this? It's strictly physical. No strings. You have to have some understanding considering you came to me remember? We both knew what we were doing. I thought we sorted out your emotional shit."

She cut her eyes at him. "Obviously not."

He moved then, coming so close she could feel his breath on her forehead. "Come on, Granger. Why do you keep fighting it? It's bloody pointless. I've already had you twice."

"And you still want more?"

"Of course." He grinned, tilting his head down to kiss her neck. "You have no idea how bloody decedent you taste." His hands moved up her skirt, pulling the thin material covering her to the side. He slid a finger between her wet folds, stroking them gently. "Or how good you feel." He rubbed his thumb against her clit as he hummed the words in her ear. "It makes me hard just bloody thinking about it."

She moaned at the contact. He smirked into her hair and pushed her back against a wall, spreading her legs slightly with his knee.

She let out a startled gasp before his mouth covered hers. When they broke away she knew she was done for. He was already fumbling with the buttons on his pants as he trailed kisses down her neck and moving back up to her jaw. "Malfoy."

"Hmm...?" He hummed into her ear, making her shiver.

"I...we...honestly we shouldn't..."

He ignored her words and kissed her, his tongue slipping into her hers swiftly, overtaking her own without hesitation. Her senses were on triple alert now and she felt herself becoming more and more aroused with each passing moment. She could already feel his throbbing erection against her. If it wasn't for his boxers being in the way he'd already be inside her. The thought excited her. If she just reached down she could....

No!

No. she shouldn't be doing this. She couldn't blame this on alcohol, or her need for attention. Besides, they were in the library for Godric's sake. It was wrong on so many levels. And then there was the fact...that she still loved Ron. Even if he was behaving like a complete prat. Malfoy needed to get that through his head.

She broke the kiss. "Malfoy...even though I want you...it's wrong...because...I...I still love Ron."

His lips brushed against her ear as he breathed softly, "Then tell me to stop."

Her heart slammed against her ribcage. He was still giving her a choice. She could walk away from him without an even further guilty conscious. But the way he'd just spoken so softly in her ear was replaying through her mind. She wanted to hear more of his breathy moans. She couldn't bring herself to tell him to back off. She needed this...she wanted it. As much as she loved Ron, this was something only Malfoy could give her. The distraction. The way out of her life as bookworm Granger. For this reason, she didn't answer him and instead leaned up and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. She was done fighting herself.

He moaned and ground against her. "I told you you'd need me again, look at you." He lowered his voice just a tad. "You're already wet and ready for me."

"Just shut up and kiss me, Malfoy."

"So demanding." He smirked, grabbing her right leg and holding it up, effectively rubbing her entrance with his clothed arousal. She heard him mutter a charm and she groaned bucking her hips forward, loving the feel of him rubbing against her. It was driving her crazy. More. More. She wanted him inside her now!

"Please...." She moaned into his neck.

"Please, what?"

"You know what." She said, almost whining.

He seemed to enjoy toying with her. "No...I don't believe I do." He replied, giving her neck another love bite.

"I..I want you. Please....Draco..." She breathed, running her hands through his hair.

He pulled himself free and kissed her hard, entering her in one hot thrust. She cried out and dug her fingers into the back of his robe.

He put his hand over her mouth. "Shh, Granger," he whispered, sinking back into her deliberately slow. "We're in the library."

She kept her eyes locked with his for a moment as he pumped into her, his hand still covering her mouth. She moaned into it and flicked her tongue out, causing him to smirk. "You're so naughty, Granger."

He seemed to understand what her eyes conveyed, the actions she so wanted to show. She wanted him. Hard and fast.

He quickened his pace, his hand still pressed firmly on her mouth. The air was coming out of her nose, tickling his knuckles as he pumped into her. He loved this. Fucking her in broad daylight, watching her lusty eyes boring into his. Gods, he could fuck her into oblivion.

She never took her eyes off him as he took her against the wall, his hand never leaving her mouth. She wanted to take it all in. The feeling of him moving in and out of her, the sound of his moans as he filled her up, the fact that he was doing this with her in the library. The anxiety and thrill pumped through her veins as the adrenaline kicked in. They could be caught. At any moment, someone could walk around the bookshelf and see them. She was covered by his body, so they wouldn't really be able to see her, but they would no doubt know what exactly it was they were doing.

For some reason, the thought excited her and she felt herself rocking against him, her hips meeting his thrusts in a new eagerness.

He leaned into her, pressing his forehead to hers as he rammed into her, hard, fast, wanting to be lost in her hot heat. She was the best thing he'd ever gotten a taste of. She was so different. So...forbidden. Maybe that's why he wanted her so bad.

They both heard the sound of footsteps nearby.

Shit.

This was bad.

But they couldn't stop. They were long past that. So he kept moving, and she kept quiet, anxious for their release. It was growing now, the hot sensation in their groins. A few more. Just a few more.

The footsteps were closer.

They were in for it now.

He snapped his eyes shut as he came, sinking his body into hers and releasing her mouth. She gasped, breathing in the air she was lacking and pulled him around the shelf, and away from the impending footfalls.

She giggled as he stumbled away from her, fixing his pants and looking all to flustered. "That was close."

"But so worth it...I didn't know you could be so daring, Granger."

"Well, you started it."

He smirked and kissed her again. "To think the bookworm likes to get it on in the library....it's quite fitting."

"Shut up." She replied, kissing him back.

He pulled away from her. "As much fun as this is...we really should get back to class....I think we've spent a little too much time studying...." He said, walking towards the exit.

She reached out and grabbed his sleeve before he'd gotten too far. "Wait."

He turned around to look at her. "Yes?"

"If we're going to...to continue doing...whatever this is...I uh...I have three conditions."

He leaned back against the shelf. "Alright, I'm listening."

"First thing, this," She pointed at herself, then at him, "remains a secret."

"Already planned on it. The coins remember?" He made a point by bringing the galleon out of his pocket and maneuvering it between his fingers. "So let's get to the second condition."

She took a deep breath. "I know this is far fetched and I don't even know if I want him back...but...if Ron and I get back together, this ends."

He sighed but nodded. "Fine."

"And the last one, you've already said before, but let's leave emotions at the door."

"I accept your conditions, Granger." He smirked. "It'll be a pleasure working with you."

"Likewise." She gave him a grin before sliding past him, letting her lips brush against his ear. "I guess I'll see you later?"

"You can bet your sweet arse you will." He replied, giving her bum a quick smack as she retreated.

Yes. This was the beginning of a wonderful, beautiful, relationship...friendship...thing? At least, that's what they thought before everything started unraveling around them.