The Kindling Fire Between Us

The sound of a slow creak bounced against the walls of the library as Hermione opened the door. She knew she wasn\'t supposed to be there. She knew she could easily get caught. But she also knew this was the only place she could feel at peace. Since the little incident in the closet, she couldn\'t concentrate on anything except the burning heat between her legs.

Carefully setting down the lit candle that guided her through the eerie halls, Hermione took off her cloak and began to wander the aisles. She gently grazed the spines of the bounded pages of literature with her fingertips, searching for something that might soothe her mind. She pulled out a particularly large book and began to flip through the pages when she heard a small noise from the front of the library. Peeking around the shelf, Hermione searched the dimly lit room, but saw nothing. Deciding, or rather hoping, it was just a rat, she placed the book back and began to search again.

Another five minutes passed, but to no avail, she couldn\'t find anything that seemed promising. As she made her way back to her table, out of the corner of her eye she could have sworn she saw a figure walk to the back of the library. Being the curious one, Hermione walked quietly towards the back. She could feel her heart pumping madly in her chest, wishing to break free and flee from a possibly dangerous situation. Her eyes darted across each shadow, looking for anything suspicious. As she let a c a cold breath she heard the noise of cloaks swishing. She quickened her pace, she had to find out who was there. She heard the poignant noise of feet meeting stone. The noise was near. She made a sharp right. She knew she was too close to whoever it was to just give up. Millions of thoughts were racing through her mind, in rhythm with her steps. Who would be in the library at this time, besides her? A student? Voldemort? Or, even worse, a teacher? She knew that if a teacher caught her in library that late without any special reason, her title of Head Girl would definitely be taken away. At this thought Hermione considered stopping and tip toeing out of the library as silently as she could. She slowed her pace to a halt. The door was to her left, the endless rows of books to her right. She was torn. She knew that she could easily just leave, but she would forever wonder who it was. Plus, if it was Voldemort, by the time she awakened Dumbledore, he could have already struck.

Her conscience wasn\'t helping much either. There was no right or wrong in the situation. If she left she might have the weight of hundreds of souls forever burdening her. If she didn\'t leave, and if it wasn\'t Voldemort, the impeccably satisfying title of Head Girl could be ripped away from her. She glanced at the door. It was incredibly inviting. All she had to do was run away. She then turned back to the aisles. Her eyes searched the darkness again. She never thought the library ever looked that scary. The moon was pouring through the windows, spreading an eerie light onto well-worn floor. Suddenly her eyes caught another light. The sound of footsteps returned. Whoever it was, they were making their way through the aisles as she had. She glanced at the door once more then made her choice.

She crept through the shadows, trying to follow the sound their feet were making. She decided the best way to go about this was to catch whoever it was with the art of surprise. She listened again. Their pace quickened, and so did hers. She was practically running. This time she was ready. Wand drawn, she ran down another aisles. The light was close. She turned the corner and slammed into something much softer than a bookshelf.

\"Good heavens, Ms. Granger! Of all people I didn\'t expect it to be you!\"

Hermione steadied herself as her eyes adjusted to the bright lantern being pushed into her face. Slowly, the face of Madam Pince was appearing.

\"Ms. Granger, I expect a good explanation as to why you\'re in the library at this time when you know perfectly well that you aren\'t allowed to come in here in at night,\"

Hermione face now closely resembled a deer in headlights.

\' Okay, Hermione, you can do this. Think of something. ANYTHING!

I\'m not prepared for this at all. I won\'t lie. I\'m no good at it! Anyone can see right through me. I\'m like glass!

Alright, then let\'s look over our options, shall we? Either you tell her the truth and watch yourself enter the incredibly familiar realm of self-loathing, or tell a tiny, little white lie.

I just...

You\'re going to have to finish this chain of thought because I think you\'ve left Madam Pince in awkward silence for long enough.\'

\" Ummm...I.......I.....I thought...I mean...I heard that some...kids...were planning to...do...something...something bad in the library tonight...so I took it upon myself to...um...investigate. Yes, investigate,\" Hermione inwardly slapped herself for rambling on as long as she did. But she was pretty sure that the story was convincing...to those who were deaf.

\"Investigate what exactly?\"

\"Uhhh...a suspicious...thing...\"

\"A suspicious...thing?\"

\"Yes...I, I...I heard something...a rumor!...that a first year was planning to...to...steal books..yes..a first year was planning on stealing as many books as possible tonight. So I decided to take it upon myself to protect the...the..books,\"

Another long silence passed between them. Hermione could feel herself sweating bullets.

\" I\'m very concerned for you Hermione. You\'ve always been one of my favorite students. I would hate to see you slip. But if your reasons are true, then I would like to warn you that it\'s not safe to roam around at night, even on Hogwarts\' grounds. You never know what could be lurking around. I advice you to conduct your investigating with another next time after alerting a teacher,\"

\" Yes, Madam Pince. I surely will,\" Hermione was elated. She couldn\'t believe she just did that.

\" Now, can I trust you to walk yourself back to Gryffindor tower?\"

\" Sure, I mean, yes, I\'ll be fine,\"

Madam Pince gave her one last questioning look then walked out. Hermione let out a large sigh that had been building up for awhile. She felt safe again and walked to her table to retrieve the candle that she left there. As she leaned across the t, sh, she felt arms wrap around her waist.

\" What the hell...\" A hand covered her mouth. She could feel the person\'s warm breath against the back of her neck. The smell of peppermint and myrrh pervaded her senses. She knew that only one person could smell that good. And that one person was now pressing up against her, sending shivers down her spine, settling between her legs, warming the fire she was trying to ignore.

\" I definitely agree with Madam Pince. You should always \"conduct your investigations\" with a partner. Though it would be fun to watch you try to solve the \"problem\" by yourself, I wouldn\'t mind joining in,\" That statement alone was making Hermione wetter than she\'s ever been before. Shet wat wanted to give up, let him take her to a state of ultimate pleasure.

Sensing the calm that overtook Hermione, Draco let go of her mouth and began to move his hand down her body. Besides the brief time in the closet, he had never been able to thoroughly touch her heavenly body. Now he had the opportunity, and he was going to use it.

His hands traveled to the sides of her breasts. He felt her begin to tense up, but he knew exactly what the remedy for it was. He brushed his thumbs against the sides of her breasts, using his index fingers to massage the underside. He heard her breath in sharply. It was working. Ever so slowly he moved his hands under her shirt, slipping his fingers under her bra.

\'Payback time, Granger\' Draco thought as he became acquainted with the soft flesh.

He moved his finger and thumb closer together across her right breast till they landed on her now hard nipple. She had to bite her tongue to keep from shouting out. He began to rub the pebbled skin, with aching slow movements, just waiting till she gave up the fight. Knowing she might be holding back her moans of pleasure, he decided to give her some encouragement.


\"C\'mon, Granger. There\'s no need to hold back. I know you like this,\" He began to rub her nipple harder, pressing his erection into her back.

\"Do it. Just let go. I know how much you like this. Let me hear how much you want me to continue,\"

Hermione had to bite onto her bottom lip till it hurt so she wouldn\'t cry out his name. It was too much. The rubbing. The whispers. His erection pressing into her from behind. But she knew that if she let herself go and did give him the satisfaction of her moans, he would have the upper hand. And she just couldn\'t let him have that. Power. Power was everything. There was no love in the little encounters they had been having. No, it was power. It was who could conquer who. Who could make the other give up first and exclaim their need. And she knew they both found that extremely intoxicating.

With that, she bit her lip harder and shook her head, knowing Draco would be angry.

\' Oh, so the little Mudblood wants to play hard, eh?\'

He left her breast and ran his hand over the taut skin of her stomach. His fingers lingered over the waist of her skirt. He further lowered his hands over the cloth, slowly moving in towards her center. Hermione was beginning to shiver, knowing what was about to happen. Draco\'s strong fingers pushed on her thighs, causing her to press against his erection further. She felt his lips graze lightly over the back of her neck, up to the sensitive skin behind her ear. She suddenly she felt his tongue dart out and lick her ear, bottom to top.

As he continued to worship her neck, his hands traveled under her skirt, fingers tracing a path towards her center again. Tracing the edges of her underwear, he kissed her jaw line. Instead of putting his fingers inside of her like she wanted, he placed one hand on top of her soaked panties and rubbed roughly. At that point, Hermione could swear that Draco\'s fingers were made by the gods themselves. They oozed sex as they rubbed her clit through the thin material.

\" God Granger, you\'re so wet, \" Draco whispered huskily into her ear. He wanted to hear her say it. Wanted her to verbalize how bad she wanted him. After that, he would have control. Fuck her as much as he wanted to than do away with her as he pleased. He would forever hold the mudblood\'s virginity as a trophy. He knew Harry and Ron secretly wished they could take that prize, possess the knowledge that they corrupted Ms. Perfect\'s primness, as most of the rest of the 7th year boys wished as well. But she was too strong for all of them. No, she wasn\'t a slut. Just a hardheaded girl with certain hungers that needed to be satisfied. And Draco was sure he\'d be the one to do it.

While Draco dreamed of taking her virginity, Hermione was doing a bit of thinking as well, between the intense bursts of pleasure. She wanted him. She needed him. Or rather, she needed what he had to offer. His fingers being so close to her was making her feel the most intense rapture. His skillful hands working with precise rhythm, making her reach the point where she felt it was too much. It was like he was making the most eloquent erotic song and she was his instrument. It was unreal. No one would suspect that her, Hermione Granger, would come together with the boy that had been the bane of her existence since they began Hogwarts. She was letting her guard down to the boy that almost everyday she wished would implode. His fingers were now teasingly dipping under the elastic of her panties. No, she wouldn\'t let this happen. \' Remember to always have the upper hand! Use him like he\'d use you.\' He wanted her to moan, call out his name, admit that he was the one making her wet and not her imagining it was someone else rubbing her, which would be a typical Hermione excuse. \' Sorry Malfoy, but not everyone gets what they want.\'

She ran her hand down Draco\'s arm, making it seem as if she was coaxing him on. When she reached where his hand was now busy, she grabbed it lightly, pulled away from him, and let go, looking at him with a smug expression. He was completely puzzled. One minute she was writhing in the palm of his hand, the next she acted like she had just spit in his face.

\" What the fuck is wrong with you, Granger?!\"

Hermione leaned into him, looking him straight in the eyes. They were clouded over like before, except this time it seemed not only out of lust, but a little bit out of curiosity. She ran a hand down the front of his shirt, tracing his well-defined abs. She reached his belt and dared him to react, but he was frozen. After a few moments of no movement, she grazed her hands over his cock. He closed his eyes and breathed out. Wanting more, she closed her hands around his member. His head tilted backwards unwillingly. He looked as if he was in some kind of immense pain. Trying to gauge him for another reaction, she moved her hand up slowly. Inhaling sharply, he began to shiver.

\" Stop it...\" He whispered harshly.

\" Why?\" Hermione had to hear it. She was so close to making him give in.

\" Granger...I know what you\'re doing, and trust me, I\'m going to win,\"

Her hand stilled and she leaned in, licking his bottom lip, savoring the bitter- sweet taste.

\" We\'ll see,\"