Bad Romance - Time

Hermione sat in the library and brushed a hand through her messy curls. Her homework essay for her DADA class was not going well. From the look of concentration on Neville’s face, sat opposite her, neither was his.

Hermione put her quill down and looked around the dim library. It was Monday evening after dinner and the library was full of students rushing to finish their homework for the weeks lessons.

The door to the library opened and Draco walked into the room. His eyes met Hermione’s for an instant before he disappeared into the restricted area.

Hermione looked around her, then sending Neville a smile, she followed Draco.

She found him looking at a book from one of the higher shelves.

‘How’s the homework going?’ he asked her, not looking away from the book.

‘Slow,’ she replied and lent against one of the tables next to the shelves of books.

‘Need some help?’

‘From you?’ she raised an eyebrow.

‘I’ll have you know I completed my DADA homework the night it was set and expect to get a fairly decent grade on it.’ He closed the book and turned to look at her.

‘Well I’ll have you know that I never settle for a fairly decent grade and set my aim much higher!’ She folded her arms across her chest.

‘Oh do you now?’ he murmured and moved over to her so he was stood just inches away.

Hermione made to nod her head when he grabbed her chin in his hand.

‘I want to kiss you,’ he whispered, causing Hermione’s breath to catch in her chest.

Her lips parted and she watched as Draco’s gaze flitted from her eyes to her mouth.

‘I want to kiss you and I don’t want to stop.’

She couldn’t speak. Her voice wouldn’t work. All she could do was lift her head a little, giving him better access to her mouth.

Draco lowered his blonde head so that his mouth was just barely touching hers. ‘You smell so sweet,’ he whispered, his breath against her lips causing her to shiver.

His head moved lower but instead of his lips touching hers he moved her head slightly, with his hold on her chin, and he kissed her cheek. He then moved his mouth over her soft skin and nuzzled her neck. Hermione couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped her and she heard him chuckle in response.

‘I want to kiss you,’ he repeated. ‘And to touch you...’ His breath against her neck had her shivering in pleasure. ‘I’ve finding it more and more difficult to keep my hands off you, Hermione, do you know that?’

All she could do was sigh as his hand, not holding her chin, moved from her shoulder down her arm and then held her waist. He pulled her body into firmer contact with his own and she felt the evidence of his need against her stomach.

‘Draco...’ she sighed.

‘And you know what else?’ His mouth came up to nuzzle and nip at the small shell of her ear as he whispered. ‘I really, quite desperately, need to see you naked!’

Heat blazed through her veins at his words and her eye sought his.

‘Kiss me!’ she begged him, wanting the contact, wanting to feel his mouth take hers.

Hermione closed her eyes waiting for the feel of his lips. When nothing happened and his hand left her chin she opened her eyes to see Draco walking away from her.

Instant hurt and confusion baffled Hermione. Where was he going? Why had walked away? She shivered, feeling suddenly very cold.

‘I’ve been looking for you, Hermione.’ Neville’s voice broke into Hermione’s thoughts as he rounded the corner, and she gave a slight jump in surprise as he walked over to her. ‘I need your help, again,’ he moaned.

Hermione sighed and realised that Draco must have been aware that Neville was approaching.

She gave her friend a weak smile and led the way back to the table they were using.

Frustration and irritation at having such a moment with Draco ruined kept a scowl on her face as she gave Neville the help he needed.

Spending time with her friends instead of Draco was not good for keeping her mood bright.

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Draco pace the worn rug on the floor of the shack and impatiently waited for Hermione. He felt like he’d been waiting hours.

All day he had seen her, shared classes with her and watched her. Yet he had been able to talk to her. Apart from one rushed muttered ‘Meet me at the shack after dinner,’ as they had both walked out of potions.

Since their encounter in the library the evening before Draco had found himself impatient to see her again, alone.

It was ridiculous, he told himself. He shouldn’t be feeling like this! She was just suppose to be a little fun. A distraction for him while he finished school. They were just suppose to be enjoying being reckless with each other.

His plan wasn’t working. It had killed him to suggest to her that they meet less so she could spend more time with her friends.

He had thought that by now he would have been growing bored of her company. But he wasn’t. He found himself looking forward to spending time with her, no matter what it was they where doing, whether they were studying or just hanging out. Or making out.

Now that was something he thought he’d never get bored of. Maybe that was it, he told himself. Maybe that was the problem and once they took things further then he’d grow tired of her?

Thinking this he slowly shook his head. He doubted it. For some insane reason he wouldn’t allow himself to rush her. He knew she wasn’t as experienced as himself and he didn’t want to make her feel pressured, well not too pressured. He was teenage wizard after all. And he had needs. A major one was her. The more he saw her, the more he kissed and touched her, the more he wanted her. Flat on her back, with her legs spread in welcome.

And the thought that annoyed him most was that he didn’t just want that!

He wanted all of her. Mind, body and soul.

Damn him, he cursed himself. He was going soft. If it had been any other girl he would have had his fill of her by now and been done with it and her. But this wasn’t any other girl. This was Granger.

He was afraid to admit to himself - and so wouldn’t, that Hermione was special.

He heard her soft footsteps approaching and so stopped pacing to face her.

‘Hi,’ she said a little breathlessly when she was facing him.

Her cheeks where slightly pink, whether due to the slight breeze outside or to seeing him he didn’t know. Her deep brown eyes seemed to sparkle as they looked at him and Draco couldn’t stop himself from pulling her into his arms and finishing what he had started in the library.

She relaxed against him straight away - complete trust. Draco bit back a groan and pulled her closer. Hermione’s small hands rubbed up his chest and made their way to his hair. He was holding her against him with one hand at the back of her neck and the other around her waist. He pulled her ever closer and then realised she was straining on her tiptoes to reach him. With a growl he grabbed her waist with both hands and picked her up.

Hermione wrapped both her legs around his him and Draco couldn’t help but press his hips into hers, showing her how hard he was for her.

He backed up so that the back of his legs hit the couch and he sat down with Hermione sitting astride him.

‘You make me burn!’ he bit out against her mouth.

Hermione pulled her mouth from his and bent to kiss his neck. Draco wanted to feel her. He needed to see if her skin was as soft as it looked. He pulled her blouse out of her skirt and plunged his hand underneath it, stroking his fingers across her belly and waist.

Hermione moaned and copying him, she pulled his shirt out of his trousers. Her fingers struggled to undo his shirt buttons but she soon had the shirt spread apart and her lips travelled down from his neck to his chest.

Draco moved his hands from her torso and gripped her legs. He slowly moved both hands up her thighs and under her pleated school skirt. He heard her gasping as she lifted her head and caught her lips in another heated kiss.

His hands continued to travel up her thighs until he came to the crease where her waist met her thighs. He moved his right hand, tracing the outline of her panties and Hermione rocked her hips, trying to make the contact firmer.

Draco’s mind seemed foggy. He had one thought and one thought only. With a devilish glint in his eye he whispered against her lips. ‘Are you wet for me, sweet?’

Hermione shivered. Draco chuckled and moved his fingers inside her panties, her body froze and Draco found out exactly how wet she was, he then stroked a finger over her clit and she melted.

‘Oh...my... Drac-’

‘Shush,’ he whispered. ‘Just feel... Relax...’

He rubbed his finger again and again and felt her shivering. She rocked her hips gently in time with his fingers and Draco couldn’t keep the smile off his face. She was so responsive.

He started building up a rhythm and her breath began to leave her in gasps and pants. Her sweet, musky smell was feeding his senses and Draco realised how much he wanted to taste her. Not now, though, he told himself. He’d save that for another time.

‘Draco! I-I...’

‘Just ride it, baby, go with it. Come for me!’ He plunged a finger into her as his thumb rubbed harder against her clit. ‘I want you to come,’ he told her. He couldn’t take his eyes of her face. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes tightly closed. She looked like a goddess!

He put another finger inside her and continued to thrust in and out as he rubbed against her clit. ‘Open your eyes, look at me and come!’ he demanded.

Hermione’s brown eyes, dusty with lust, found his blazing silver ones and then she trembled, bit her lip and the walls of her cunt tightened around his fingers.

‘Dr-Dracooooooooo!’

The sound of her screaming his name was nearly his undoing. He nearly creamed his trousers there and then.

Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she continued to ride her orgasm. He moved his fingers out of her and lifted them to his lips and gave himself a small taste of what he wanted more of. She watched with her eyes wide and shivered some more

Draco wrapped his arms around her and she snuggled against him. Her head resting against his chest.

She wiggled to get comfortable and Draco bit back a groan.

‘Don’t wiggle so, baby, it’ll me my undoing...’ he softly told her and Hermione tightened her arms around him.

‘Do you- I could....’ her voice was mumbled against his chest.

Draco lifted a hand and stroked it down her curls. ‘Another time. Now was for you,’ he whispered and snuggled her.

The air around them seemed to be charged with something so powerful neither one of them could ignore it. They had just shared a highly intimate moment and it was one that they would both remember for years to come.


Hours past and finally Draco walked Hermione back to her common room, both of them keeping to the shadows. They were both breathing hard as they said good bye. Draco didn’t dare kiss her goodnight, he would already be having difficulty sleeping that night.

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Damn, damn damn! Hermione cursed as she rushed through the corridor on her way to her defense lesson. Damn! She had lost track of the time in the library and now she was going to be late. She hated being late!

And she couldn’t blame it all on the library books being distracting. It was thoughts of Draco that kept distracting her. Thoughts of what they had did, or more correctly what he had done to her.

Merlin! She wasn’t stupid, she knew that eventually they would explore the physical attraction that was between them. After all he was Draco Malfoy, Slytherin prince and Hogwarts sex-god! It was her own reaction she couldn’t understand. she’d been so responsive to his touch and kisses. Never had she responded to Ron in the same way. They again her stomach didn’t do the somersaults it did around Draco when around Ron. Malfoy definitely had a different effect on her.

She had to get him out of her head though, she thought, shaking her head, she’d never be able to concentrate on school work otherwise.

‘...Turn to the correct page and begin to make a list of all curses and magic that could lead to being used in a dark manner-’ Professor Lynch was saying as Hermione rushed through the door. Her robes billowing out behind her.

‘Miss Granger, you decided to join us, I see?’

‘I’m so sorry, Professor. I lost track of the time, I was in the library.’

‘Alright. Take a seat. I’m afraid it’s ten points from Gryffindor.’ Lynch waved a hand over the class. ‘And follow the instructions on the board. You find me today feeling unwell so I’ve planned on a quiet lesson of theory for you all. That does not mean you can chat about your upcoming weekend plans.’ She shot two Slytherin girls, sat giggling together, a warning look.

Hermione looked around the room and saw that Ginny and Neville where sat together. The only other empty seats where either besides Jamie Smith or Draco.

Hermione tried not to rush to Draco’s side.

As she sat down, took her off cloak and sweater, as it was warm, and then pulled out her book, parchment and quill, she felt Draco looking at her.

‘I almost thought you were going to choose to sit next to Smith.’

Hermione tried not to smile. ‘Well, I did consider it but the view is much nicer from this seat.’ She turned her head and glanced across to the window.

‘For me too,’ he whispered and as Hermione turned to look at him she caught his gaze on her chest.

She felt herself blush bright red. Draco watched the pretty colour light up her face and couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped him.

A few students looked up and over to see what Draco was laughing at. Hermione buried her head in her book and hoped that no-one else noticed how red her face was.

Professor Lynch shot them one of her warning looks and then sat down to begin looking through parchment at her desk.

‘Sorry,’ Draco whispered.

‘You are wicked!’ she cried under her breath.

‘Don’t tell me you’ve only just realised?’

‘Ha! Stop it Draco!’

‘I love it when you say my name.’ Hermione wouldn’t risk looking at him but could hear the smirk in his voice.

‘Stop it!’

‘What?’

‘Stop looking at me like that!’

‘Like what? You aren’t even looking at me so how can you possibly know how I’m looking at you?’

Hermione picked up her quill but when it came to actually writing down something her mind went blank.

‘Because I can feel your gaze on me!’ she hissed at him.

‘Hmmmm, I’d rather you could feel my hands on you.’

Hermione gave a little gasp as she suddenly felt Draco’s hand on her knee. She put her quill down and looked up at his face.

The expression in his eyes was serious and Hermione found herself not being able to breath.

Draco’s hand squeezed Hermione’s knee and then slowly she felt his thumb stroke over the soft flesh.

Tingles spread from that one contact point and warmed her whole body. His thumb moved again and Hermione bit her lip. His hand moved further up her thigh and she hand to stop herself from moaning out loud.

It was really hot in the class room, she thought. Too hot.

Draco continued to stare into her eyes and Hermione couldn’t break eye contact with him. She didn’t care that they where in a class room, that anyone could notice them. All she wanted was for Draco’s hand to move further up her thigh again. All she wanted was for him to pull her close and kiss her!

‘Oh, Goodness!’ Professor Lynch suddenly cried. She stood up from her desk, looking slightly green, and with a hand over her mouth she ran out of the room.

‘Is she sick?’

‘She looked awful?

‘Merlin?’

Speculation buzzed around the room as disorder broke out and student’s began to talk.

Hermione noticed Ginny stand and follow Lynch from the room. She was grateful that Ginny was the one to go. If no one had she would have felt the need to go herself. And she knew it would have killed her to tear herself away from Draco.

‘Come on,’ Draco whispered. He stood and collected their stuff.

Hermione felt the loss of his hand on her leg like the loss of a limb.

‘But - wh-?’

‘Shush,’ he whispered and felt him cast a disillusionment spell over them.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her from the class room. They where barely in the shadows before he pushed her against the cold stone wall and began kissing her.

Hermione felt like she was drowning. Deeper and deeper down she went. Every nerve, every sensation she felt screamed Draco’s name and Hermione pulled him closer to her. She couldn’t get enough.

‘I need you!’ He whispered against her neck as he gently nipped her. He pressed his lower body against hers and took great pleasure in the gasp she gave.

She nodded her head and tried to get her hands on the bare skin of his back. His shirt was in the way, she frustratingly thought. ‘The shack!’ she gasped.

Draco pulled away from her and Hermione gave a little mew of distress. His hand came up and stroked her cheek.

‘Are you sure?’

Hermione stared into grey eyes that had turned stormy with passion. ‘I’m ready,’ she whispered. She wouldn’t allow herself time to think differently, she thought. She wanted him, he wanted her and she wasn’t go to over-think it like she did with everything else.

Draco pressed his lips hard to hers and then pulled her by the hand out of the school and towards the Whomping Willow.

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A/N: Happy New Year!!! :) Thank you for reading and reviewing. I know I left it at a small cliffie but I really couldn't have continued because the chapter would have been far too long then! Hope you enjoy xx