Addicted

Just to confirm, I definitely don't own any of these characters, nor do I make any money from this story.
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Draco stormed off the train, hurrying towards the carriages that were waiting to take all but the first years to Hogwarts. He quickly jumped into the first one that he came to, settling himself in the far corner before proceeding to pout.

What happened earlier on the train was very, very fucking unexpected. The sexual tension he'd experienced with Granger had been a little more...visceral than he'd expected and considering his significant lack of experience in this arena, he was feeling more than a little gun-shy. While he hadn't expected to come off as a completely experienced lady's man, he had expected Granger to be in possession of the same level of sexual experience that he was; namely, none. The second she had turned her "sex kitten" vibe output to high, he had turned to mush and the infamous Malfoy control had fled the room thanks to Granger's undulating fuck-tease. At least he hadn't creamed his pants. Fucking hormones.

He had to gain control. While he was obviously out of her league sexually, a good plan could take you far and being a Slytherin, he knew all about planning. He needed to strategize and until he had a solid plan in place he would have to find a way to avoid Granger. No easy feat considering they were expected to share the same quarters. He smacked his head against the side of the carriage. If only he had put more thought into Operation: Seduce Granger. Had he learned nothing from the past?

Never underestimate Hermione Granger. Ever.

He had for the first few years of their time at Hogwarts and look where it had gotten him. Solidly placed in second. And now, when he had been expecting to find an attractive but sexually inexperienced girl, he had found an attractive but seemingly extremely experienced woman. He had expected to be on the same sexual level, maybe even a little bit more experienced thanks to being a recipient of the Pansy Parkinson special. This wasn't an entirely unwelcome development, but it had unsettled him and he found he was far off his game.

Ugh. His thoughts were on repeat. This is not productive, Malfoy! GET IT TOGETHER!

The sudden lurch of the carriage alerted him to the fact that not only had they left the train platform, they had arrived at the school itself. Okay. This was bad. Now he wasn't even aware of temporal changes and movements in his surrounding environment? What's next?! Achieving all 'E's on his Newts?

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Hermione watched as Draco jumped down from the carriage. He was so cute looking all wound up and lost in thought. Some of her favourite Draco moments involved watching him in class while he was lost in the process of solving a problem in Arithmancy or working out the proper ingredients to add to a particular potion. Watching the furrow in his brow often led her eyes to trail down his strong jaw line to the wide breadth of his shoulders. He had come a long way from the pointy-faced jerk that he had been when they first met.

He pushed past several of their classmates, moving through the crowds in the Great Hall and over to the Slytherin table. He dropped down on the bench, moodily glaring down at the table in front of him.

Hmmm, she thought. I guess I got to him.

Like most people, she knew that Malfoy had bought wholeheartedly into her "good girl", bookworm image. It was very satisfying to be able to shake him up enough that he was contemplating the change in her hours later after their encounter. While she had expected him to want to indulge in a little down time with her, he was a hormonally driven teenage boy after all, but she hadn't expected him to have reacted so strongly to their encounter. And truth be told, she hadn't expected to react so strongly either. Her underwear had been soaked just from the brief touches they had shared. And if his skin felt that good through his clothes, she couldn't wait to have him naked and writhing against her.

At that moment, Draco looked up and met her eyes before flushing pink and looking away quickly. This might be a problem. She hadn't wanted to spook him. But she was starting to expect that he hadn't fucked as many girls as rumour held. And if that was the case, then this put a new spin on the whole chase. She would have to tread carefully before she did something that scared him so badly that he started ignoring her. She looked at Draco one more time, noting that he was trying to avoid looking back at her, before turning her attention to the entering first years.

So, he was definitely going to go with the "ignore Hermione" ploy. She sighed heavily. Time to re-evaluate things. The last thing she wanted to do was scare Draco off.

She had to get him alone.


Tonight.