The Kindling Fire Between Us

The chemicals between us
The walls that lie between us
Lying in this bed
The chemicals displaced
There is no lonelier place

Than lying in this bed

In an instance they were running, trying to decipher just which hallway Filch was storming through. They ran halfway down one but quickly saw his shadow making the turn at the end of hallway, thankfully, before he did. In a second they were back in front of the library. That damned library. It was as if they were forsaken to forever end up there. Hermione took the lead, grabbed Malfoy's hand, and ran down some stairs.

"Excuse me if I'm wrong, but I do believe our dormitories are up,"

"Trust me, Malfoy. I know a thing or two about this building and patrolling it does allow one to discover a few short cuts,"

She opened a heavy door with an unlocking charm and quickly led them down a dank hallway. She stopped for a second, making sure Filch hadn't followed. No sound. Her heart slowed. They were safe.

"That was quite a close..."

But she was cut off by the sudden creaking noise of the door she had just closed. Again they were off, trying to run as silently as possible. They ran through a maze of doors, not even pausing to see if it was the correct door. From far away they could hear Filch's voice, yelling of how he was going to find them if it was the last thing he would ever do on this God-forsaken earth. Though they were obviously escaping, the thought of Filch's punishment pushed them further into the darkness. Up a few more stairs, across a couple hallways. They only stopped when they entered a hallway with a dead end and a door that disappeared right after they entered it.

"Fuck, thanks to you, not only are we lost, but stuck,"

"I thought you would have learned by now not to undermine me,"

"Not to burst your extremely overfilled bubble or anything Granger, but not even your overly-exalted intelligence will get us out of this,"

"First of all, I'm do not have a large ego," Hermione said as she made her way to the nearest wall. "Second of all, my intelligence has not been over-hyped, you're just jealous," She was feeling the wall. "And third of all, I will get us out of this," With that she pressed against two bricks, which caused the wall to turn slightly, leading into the hallway outside of their dorms.

"But, if you want to sit here and brew, go ahead. I'll just step through and close this wall behind me and you can find your own way out,"

With a look of sour contempt, Draco followed her out of the hallway, crossing his arms.

"I knew you'd see it my way,"

"Why do you always have to brag about how smart you are?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. I just happen to always out smart you,"

"No, I'm sure you know exactly what I'm saying. It's like you always have to be the best. No matter what the situation. Even in the heat of the moment. No wonder you've never been laid. Probably always competed with Weasely or Potter at who could out do the other in bed,"

"Shut up," Hermione responded sternly.

" No! I think you know I'm right. And just that disgusts you. You figured that you could hide behind your books forever, and you're upset that me, Draco Malfoy, your obvious superior, has gotten under your skin and won't leave. I've undone your every move you've made to try to achieve the image of the perfect daughter for your parents and relatives and teachers to fawn over,"

Hermione than did something she hadn't done a couple months. She slapped him, hard.

"You bitch"

Hermione stepped close to his face. Though she was a good couple inches shorter than him and his figure was obviously towering over hers, she wasn't scared. Their eyes met in an intense glare. His jaw was clenched, a slight red mark appearing in the area in which she had hit him. Her hands were fisted, ready to fight if necessary. He suddenly grabbed her wrists and pushed her into the door.

"Are you as turned on at this moment as I am?" He breathed out as he pressed his forehead to hers, still looking into her eyes.

"More,"

In a second they were kissing again, hungry and deprived. They separated for a moment so Hermione could mumble the password, and they walked backwards, still kissing, passing Hermione's room, the common room, and entering, or rather falling, into Draco's room.

'Odd how you picked this room instead of your own.

Oh, so you're back now that there's some action going on. Such a wanker.

Oi, speak for yourself, which you are in a way, considering that I am you. You know, the more you think about it, the more confusing it becomes...

Sorry to interrupt, which you know I HATE to do, but I must put my mind to more demanding issues right now, like Malfoy's lips.

Oh, so sorry, Miss Queen of Seduction and the Games of Sexual Intention. You know, without me you wouldn't even be near ANYONE's lips so be thankful this perverted brain of yours dropped by from time to time and saved you from celibacy...

Yes, thank you, I praise you, I owe you the loss of my virginity but I'm turning you off now and will be sure to consult you when this is over and I most likely will be filled and leaking with regret.

Hey, you can't just..."

Hermione opened her eyes and peered down at Malfoy. He was quickly unbuttoning her oxford shirt, kissing the patches of exposed skin.

"Eager little bugger" Hermione whispered to herself. She realized they were on the floor at the foot of his bedey hey hadn't even made it onto his covers. Not that she minded though. She would take Malfoy wherever it was possible. God, when did she become such a nympho? Well, she assumed that she was always like that but subdued that part of her character to pursue not so fulfilling areas of her life. She realized she had always given in to the way people pigeonholed her and Malfoy was allowing her to reverse the way she viewed herself. Perhaps it would be making up for all the times he truly made her hate who she was. Or not.

Her shirt was completely unbuttoned by now and he was attempting to pull it off her. She mused over the way he was concentrated trying so hard to get the damn thing off her without her help.

"Does this amuse you, Granger? Am I a clown?"

"Just the situation, Malfoy. Although you do closely resemble a circus worker,"

" Look, we don't have to do this, it was all for your benefit anyway. I could be fucking anyone I want right now, you have no idea as to how many girls are just panting to be with..."

"Malfoy, let's not kid around here. You want me just as much as I want you. I'm just more sensible and can admit and realize that. And with me being the more mature one here, I suggest we do this properly and take this to your bed,"

"Oh, because you have sooooo much more experience in this area than I do,"

"My sexual experience has never been disclosed to you so stop making assumptions. Yes, I will admit I haven't slept around but I just think it might be better on a bed,"

The tension between them was thick. The line between their want and hate was completely erased and both feelings were now mixed in an intoxicating elixir.

They stared at each other with complete disdain until it broke and they were once again locked in a hungry kiss. Between the biting, the teasing, and the reminders of hate, they somehow made it to the bed and Malfoy was on top of her unzipping her uniform skirt, having finally gotten the hell forsaken oxford shirt off.

"God, how I hate you, Granger," Malfoy whispered angrily into her ear as he sucked her elegant neck, leaving a trail of red patches.

"My contempt for you cannot be expressed by any words," Hermione replied coolly as she felt him slide her skirt down her legs.

"Do you suppose that's what drives our want?" Draco questioned, starting in at her neck again.

"It's the only logical answer," Hermione whispered harshly as he sucked on her ear lobe.

They rolled over together until Hermione was straddling his waist. She could definitely feel how much her hate had driven his want. She unbuttoned his oxford shirt as well and peeled it off him, allowing him to strip it off his arms and lay back down.

Draco's body was so hard and defined. His milky skin was perfect. No marks, no flaws. His hair was like a halo crowning his immaculate face, which caused Hermione to laugh a little since she knew if there was an after life, Draco would definitely not be donning anything heavenly. He was so toned. Slim, yet muscular. Broad shoulders which led to a perfectly formed six pack, which then dipped into strong hips, which then led to the most brilliant part of his body, which was sadly clothed.

"Done ogling me yet, Granger?"

"I wasn't ogling you. I was thinking how overly clothed you still are,"

"And, what are you planning on doing to correct this profound problem?"

Hermione slid her body down his, laying soft kisses across his chest, dipping her tongue along his abdomen.

"Gods" He whispered with the air that he was holding in since she began her descent. It was almost sick how much fun she was getting out of teasing Malfoy.

She continued down his body, zoning in closer to the one area he wanted her to touch so badly. She heard him let out a soft groan as her lips met the waistband of his trousers. She unzipped the zipper, undid a button or two and slid them down his legs. She moved up again and kissed his toned stomach and discontinued her ministrations. She waited till he looked down with a look questioning her intentions and why she stopped. Another moment passed and Draco was about to ask why the bloody hell she was stopping when he watched Hermione do the sexiest thing he had ever seen or imagine a woman to do. Now certain he was watching, she took the waistband of his boxer between her teeth and slid them down, being extremely careful near his throbbing erection. He couldn't help but tremble when she was done and had positioned her mouth right above his penis. She looked up through thick lashes and took the head of his manhood between her lips.

He groaned at the first touch of her mouth on him. The warmth of her tongue enveloped him and he couldn't help but stare. She was looking back at him as she worked his arousal farther into her mouth. He couldn't believe his luck. Gryffindor's Head Girl (no pun intended), Miss Perfect was giving him the best head he had ever gotten. He would pay anything for Harry and Ron to walk in right now. To see how Hermione was better at other things besides doing their homework. He couldn't believe how talented this first timer was.

He felt her lick him from the base to the tip, taking her sweet time. Draco tangled his fingers into her hair as she pumped him. He threw his head back and groaned as she sucked. Though he was thoroughly enjoying Granger's oral talents, he knew if she kept licking him like that, the day would end with extreme embarrassment.

"Granger, you've got to stop before it's all over," He pleaded half-heartedly.

Hermione gave him one more popsicle strength suck and released him.

"Malfoy, it's a wonder to me how you got such a reputation for being a sex god," Even during sex, Hermione couldn't restrain herself from unleashing a snarky remark. She could see Malfoy was first mad but then an all-knowing smirk formed from his agitated frown.

'Now you're in for it, Granger'

Draco quickly flipped her over and parted her legs with his fingers as he kneeled between her legs. Before she could say anything, he slipped one hand into her knickers and was rubbing her slit, taking in how wet she was, as he laid hot kisses across her collarbone. His fingers kept teasing the outside of her sex and his lips made their descent down her body. He stopped at her bra, licking the tops of her breasts. Hermione arched her back, signaling for him to take off her bra, but he just kept licking, from time to time slipping his tongue beneath the cloth. To make her point clear, she thrust her back up again. He looked up innocently.

"Is there something you want?" With that he licked then blew cold air in the valley of her breasts.

"You know exactly what I want, Malfoy," Hermione was becoming agitated.

"I'm sorry I have no clue as to what your going on about," He laid another wet lick onto the exposed part of her breast.

"Take the bloody bra off or I'll do it myself!" She was already reaching to her back when Draco took hold of her hands and held them above her. He leaned his head in close to hers.

"All you had to do was ask," He chastised her with a sadistic smile then slowly reached around her and unclasped her bra. He slid it down her arms gently then finally revealed her.

"Those school robes really hide what a nice rack you have. You should think of investing in some new ones," Before she could respond he licked his way to her nipple, lapping it with his warm tongue. Hermione was in utter heaven. He had such a gifted mouth. He would lick the underside tenderly then unexpectedly nip at her nipple. She would voice a surprised moan, which drove him on even more. He lapped tips of her breasts, taking each one into his mouth and slowly sucking on it. Once thoroughly done covering her chest he moved his head lower, dipping his tongue into her navel. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the descending blond head of hair. She could only anticipate the feeling of his tongue in her. This time when he reached her knickers he took them off without making her beg. He slid the underwear down her slim legs and threw them unceremoniously across the room. He parted her thighs and look pleasantly upon what he had yearned for- her sex. He could smell how turned on she was. He couldn't wait to taste her, but he had to make her want it bad. He slid a digit half way into her, feeling her clench around it. He pushed his finger farther into her, feeling how wet and hot she was. He was definitely enjoying this. Soon he had two whole fingers in her, pumping them in and out at a leisurely fashion, watching her writhe above him.

"Malfoy..."

"Yes?"

"I need..."

" You need what?' He crooked his finger upward, causing her to moan loudly.

"Goddammit, Malfoy! I want your tongue,"

" You know, I never would have thought you to be the demanding type in bed," He replied as he finally removed his fingers. For a second she regretted the loss but was soon rapped in extreme pleasure as Malfoy filled her with his tongue, leisurely moving it as he did with his fingers. Hermione couldn't believe how long she had been deprived of his god-sent tongue. She couldn't believe that she wasn't timid either. With anyone else she surely would have tried to cover herself up, but Malfoy was much too addictive. Anytime she would have spent trying to hide herself would have just been more time away from his mouth and the wonderful muscle it hid inside, which was now touching her more intimately then anyone had ever before. He moved his tongue with such a precise rhythm. Licking, flicking, caressing. She felt a tingling feeling rise from her center outward, like in that fatal dream that quite possibly could have been one of the main factors as to why she was there. She arched her back in complete pleasure. The feeling surged on. It was as if she was on fire. She still felt his tongue moving quicker now, flicking across her clit. She clenched her fists, grabbing at his black silk sheets. The feeling was so intense, so satisfying. It was as if the world exploded behind her eyelids and she could care less because Malfoy's tongue was still working its magic. His heavenly mouth had brought her to her first orgasm. Beside the ones in her dream, she had never experienced the real thing. Now, even though her climax had left her feeling a bit drugged, she wanted more.

After a few more caressing pumps of his tongue, Malfoy climbed up her body, lips glistening with her juices. He moved his lips slowly over hers then held her in a deep kiss, letting her indulge in her own taste. As they kissed, she felt him move between her legs, the head of his erection pressing into her. He ended the kiss and looked at her questioningly. She knew what the look was for. Was she ready?

"Malfoy, if we don't do this now, I'll be forced to resort to drastic measures,"

He smiled his notorious smile, adjusted her legs to the side of his hips, and positioned himself in front of her. He rubbed the head against her, enjoying the feel of her wetness. The act just increased his and her need. He looked into her dark orbs and slid in quickly. Hermione squeezed her eyes closed. She felt as if her whole being had been torn in two. Though she had wanted this for some time, she hadn't anticipated the pain that came with it. It was hard for her not to scream out, to thrash about the bed in a tantrum, and what made it worse was that she knew Malfoy didn't care. She knew he had probably taken the virginity of plenty of girls by now. was was nothing special to him. But then something unexpected happened. Draco's warm mouth had enveloped hers. 'What the hell is going on?' His tongue swept over her lips in a tender, soothing effect. Hermione's pain quickly subsided and she could feel every sensation of pleasure pouring forth from his lips. She couldn't feel any pain, just his soft lips covering her own. The action could easily be mistaken for being sentimental. Was it? Was this a peek into the real Malfoy? Beneath the hard, jagged exterior, was there a real being, a soul craving the affection of another? But as quickly as it had started, it ended. Hermione was too in shock to even comment on it, nor did it seem as if Malfoy cared to either, by the look on his impassive face. The pain of her deflowering had disappeared and she experimentally moved her hips against his and felt a delicious fullness. She moaned in response, to her own surprise.

"Cumming already, Granger?" Yes, the sweet Draco had definitely left the country.

" Don't flatter yourself, it'll be awhile before you'll be able to make me cum,"

"Oh, really? You wanna make a bet?"

" I wouldn't feel right accepting a bet against someone who's bound to lo-" But she snide remark was cut off by another involuntary moan that was caused by Draco's sudden thrust into her.

"If you're so sure of your gonna win, why not bet?"

"What are the terms?"

"Let's see who can make the other reach completion first,"

"What does the winner get?"

Draco moved his mouth to her ear, lowering his voice to an irresistible pitch.

"The sweet success of victory, and the ability to say they finally conquered the other,"

"It'll be fun seeing you lose,"

Maybe she was just imagining it but it seemed as if the room had gotten a hundred times hotter. Draco lifted his head from her shoulder and crashed his lips against hers as he ground himself into her. She felt him pull out ever-so slowly then slide in at an even slower pace. Oh, he was determined to win. Hermione pulled her head away from his, seeing that he looked as concentrated as he seemed. He moved his hands to her hips, again slowly sliding himself out. She couldn't believe his control. Here she was dying, literally. It took everything in her not to scream for him to go harder and faster. Not only was he filling her, the was hitting a spot Hermione never knew existed, only that he didn't want him to stop. Yes, he was definitely experienced and she appreciated that, but if she was going to win, she couldn't allow him all the control.

"This isn't fair play, Malfoy,"

With that Hermione turned him over onto his back and began to rock slowly on top of him. Draco had to admit that the thought of competition was quickly overtaken with the incredibly erotic sight of Hermione Granger straddling him. With a slight sneer on her face (which he liked to think she got from him), she ran her hands through her hair, eyes half hooded, enjoying the feeling of being impaled upon him. He felt a strong tug on his cock. (That was a close one, Draco. Keep it cool. Something unsexy...something unsexy...Snape in a pink thong...) But even the extremely undelicious image of Snape couldn't help Draco from almost losing the bet when Hermione ran her hand over her own breast, eliciting a small moan. The sight of her autoeroticism not only turned him on, but also surprised him. Granger was always so timid when it came to anything sex oriented, yet here she was, pleasuring herself for anyone to see. He quickly grabbed her hips and thrust up into her hard, over and over, taking her by surprise. She locked her now fully aware eyes with his and moved along with the rhythm. They were grinding into one another, relishing in the feeling of the other's body. Draco enjoyed this more than he wanted to admit. Hermione was just so hot and tight around him, gripping him like a vice. He could feel every sensation her body was transferring to his. She was riding him like a pro and he had to admit she looked more gorgeous than ever. Though her hair was everywhere and her lips were swollen, it was just that that appealed to Draco. She was his sex goddess. To him, her body, her hair, her moans were perfect. How did he live so long without this? He wasn't falling for her, but rather was now enjoying her acquaintance more than ever.


They were both so close. All he had to do was hold out a little longer. Just a few more seconds. He could see Hermione's eyes flutter as all coherent thought went out the window. So close. A few more hard thrusts up into her and he would be the winner. He was so deep within her. Their dewy bodies were crashing upon each other, grinding and pulsing. He had his hands upon her rolling hips, feeling sensations he never did before, pleasure he knew he could never explain. She was arching her back, moaning loud enough to make the whole castle wake. But that didn't matter because all he could concentrate on was being the victor and how incredibly tight and wet she felt around his erection. He was going to win. He was so sure, until something he had definitely not anticipated occurred. Hermione looked him straight in the eyes and moaned in the most honest and erotic voice she had within her,

"Draco!"


I want you to remember
Everything you said

~*~*

They were both so close. All she had to do was hold out a few more moments and she could say she conquered Malfoy. Pureblooded, haughty, annoying, incredibly sexy-especially at this moment- Malfoy. He was thrusting into her so hard, but she didn't care. All she felt was pleasure and the exceptional pleasant pain. He filled her up so right. It was like a lost puzzle piece she had just recovered. The way his stormy, haunted eyes were rolling to the back of his head as he ground into her was perfect. She needed this. She feasted off this. He was the forbidden drink of the Gods. He was her sweet nectar. It felt so right yet so forbidden. He was everything she wasn't and everything she craved. He filled the gapping void within her. It was too much. The way he ground his hips against hers as he held her waist, the way his hot breath coated her neck when she bent down, the way his golden blond hair had fallen into his eyes and gave him a look not of this earth. She felt him throb within her. He was going down, and she was going with him. That was the moment he went from Malfoy to Draco, and she couldn't hold it back.

"Draco!"

Every driven word
Like a hammer

~*~*~

That was it, screw the competition. The way her soulful eyes locked with his and how beautiful her mouth curved as she said his name lustfully cut away any bit of restraint he had and sent him over the edge. He flipped her unto her back and pounded away at her, reveling in how delicious it felt to fill Granger- no, Hermione. He groaned her name, her real name, into her ear as he trembled and pushed as hard as he could into her, hitting the spot he knew would make her never forget him. She softly moaned his name, which sent another chill down his spine. He felt her clenching around him, which only extended his pleasure. He thrust into her hard one more time as he felt her bite his shoulder, reveling in the beyond belief pleasure of the sweet release he had been yearning since the beginning of the term. He felt like his whole body was on fire, like all his nerves, especially those that were located in his nether region, were tingling from the extreme ecstasy. He thrust into her a few more times, reveling in the milking effect of her body, and slowly slowed down till he was spent.

~*~
Just as Hermione uttered his name, Draco flipped her unto her back and pounded into her. Though it hurt, Hermione was only concerned by the intense pleasure his hard rod was giving her. He was sliding up and down her body, thrusting everything he had into her pussy while creating a delicious friction against her clit. It was too good to be true. He filled her up so right. He was pounding so hard. He was fucking her so well. She felt herself begin to pulse around him. The intense pleasure she experienced before began to take over her body again andase ase in such beautiful rapture she felt she might cry from the pleasure. And Draco was still thrusting, extending the intensity. She felt him spill into her as her orgasm died down in stages. She never imagined sex would be that good

~*~
He laid on top of her, but made sure as to not crush her. He felt her dewy lips against his neck and he lifted his head to peer down at her. Just seeing her made his stomach knot a little. She laid there looking up at him, completely sedated, her eyes still hooded, with a slight smile across her face. All in all, she looked well fucked.

Yes, he certainly was enjoying her company now more than ever before.