Rough Hands

A/N: I dedicate this chapter to the other half of Natokie. I love you!

At the end of the meeting, Hermione hastily got up and started for the door. She could almost feel her soft comforter incasing her agitated body. Maybe she would even take a bath with the chocolate flavored bubble fluid, complimentary of the Head Girl’s bathroom.


“Oh Hermione!” Zacharias called out after her.

With a deep sigh, Hermione turned around whilst simultaneously shooting him a tensely fake smile “Yes, Zacharias?”

“I hope you are aware that today is Tuesday”

“Of course I’m aware it’s Tuesday,” she replied instantly. Inside, Hermione was slowly dying. She had completely forgotten that it was Tuesday.

“Tonight will be excellent for prefect training. The first years will no doubt be wandering the halls in a confused frenzy,” Zacharias chimed, laughing at his own wit.

“Indeed. Perfect…”

Cursing her fate, Hermione looked around the library only to find Malfoy and Hannah missing. She stalked out of the library and immediately spotted Malfoy, with his arms crossed and sporting an irritated expression.

“It’s about time you showed up, Granger”

Hermione looked Malfoy up and down, sizing him up. He was everything she hated, encompassed in the vessel of some pompous albino. All of a sudden, Hermione was stricken with a hilarious notion. What if Malfoy was actually jealous of her color pigmentation? Hermione, possibly from stress, was unable to hold back laughter at the ridiculous thought.

Draco, on the other hand, was not amused. “Well, I see you’ve finally gone off the rail. Can’t say I didn’t expect the world’s walking encyclopedia to retain her sanity for too long.”

Hermione stopped laughing to give Draco a piercing glare. “If you’re done making poor attempts at humor, I’d like to get this night over with.”

“That’s fine with me. Just don’t go having any psychotic episodes while we’re doing rounds.”

Hannah, who was standing nearby, looked nervously to Malfoy and then to Hermione, already anticipating a fight. She quickly ran over some protection spells in her head, in case her two bickering classmates decided to escalate their feud.

“Will do,” Hermione replied starkly “as long as you abstain from making any obscene comments.”

“Well I can’t very well do that. That’s like me asking you to change your pedigree!”

Hermione let a frustrated growl. She knew that she couldn’t strangle Malfoy because Hannah would be a witness and she didn’t feel like obliviating any innocent bystanders. Nonetheless, it didn’t stop her from fantasizing Malfoy cowering beneath her, ogling her with a terrified expression he reserved only for the Dark Lord. Hermione was so pleased with this vision; she decided to completely ignore Malfoy’s comment and began to walk down the corridor. She looked back to see Malfoy and Abbot following her lead, with Malfoy looking as if this were a march to the Dementor’s Kiss Chambers in Azkaban.

“We’ll start with the dungeons and work our way up until we get to the towers. Both of you should keep watch of any unusual activity. First time violators are granted warnings, the second violation warrants a detention and a third time violator is liable for suspension.”

Halfway through rounds, Hermione had to admit that the night had gone surprisingly well so far. Malfoy had succumb to his fate and settled for blatantly hitting on Abbot, while she giggled merrily. ‘Hmm, great help these two are,’ Hermione thought. Every so often, Malfoy would shoot Hermione the evil eye but for the most part he stayed out of her way. That was fine with her. She would take a listless Malfoy any day. Once they reached the NorthTower, Hermione soon realized that she had been too quick to feel at ease. Passing by the Divinition classroom, they encountered two stray first years that had forgotten the password to the Gryffindor dormitories. Malfoy, in reaction to the young Gryffindors, attempted to scare them off by summoning Peeves but seeing Hannah’s face fall he decided that frightening the girl he wanted to shag didn’t seem to work out in his best interest. Apparently, Peeves had given Hannah quit a fright during her Fourth Year, causing her to fall down the stairs and spill Bulbadox Powder on herself, making her skin break out in boils. Needless to say, he had severely damaged the girl. Hermione hurriedly gave the new students the password River Troll and turned to soothe, a now hysterical, Hannah.

“Iz jus that h-he came out of no whey,” Hannah said between sobs, as Hermione rubbed her back.

“It’s alright Hannah. Listen, why don’t you go back to your dormitory. Malfoy and I will finish up here.”

“A-are you surre?”

“Yes, we’ll be-

“No, she’s not sure,” Malfoy panicked. “I’m not going to do this alone with you, Granger.”

“Well it’s your fault for frightening the poor girl so think of this as a punishment,” replied Hermione with the first smile she had shone all night, even though it was a sarcastic one.

“Abbot, quit acting so maudlin. Really now, you’re acting like a Hufflepuff,” Draco said unsympathetically.

Hannah raised her head to reveal bloodshot eyes. “I AM A HUFFLEPUFF!”

And with those parting words, Hannah ran down the stairs, wailing as she went.

“Bravo Malfoy,” Hermione condescended.

“Shut up!” Inwardly, Draco decided that he would need to come up with a new catchphrase.

“Wonderful argument. Really, where did you learn such eloquent retorts?”

“Your mother,” he mumbled.

Hermione scrunched her face in confusion and then looked towards him. She could not comprehend whether Malfoy had just made a joke, with her of all people. Maybe the intoxicating fumes from Professor Trelawney’s classroom were getting to his head. But being the bright witch she was, she quickly learned that the best way to deal with Malfoy was to simply block certain things out.

“We’re almost done. All we have left now is the Astronomy Tower,” Hermione said huddling inside her robe. It was cold at this point and her words were being carried on a billowy cloud. Draco followed her in silence, rubbing his hands together for warmth. As they approached the Tower, Hermione could hear droplets of rain sputtering outside the windows. She walked into the Tower, hoping to get a good look at the night sky and scope out the weather. It seemed that no sooner had she walked inside, the rain picked up and turned into something of a light storm. Hermione heard Draco’s footsteps pause from behind her. All of a sudden, there was a flash of lightning and a loud rumbling. Hermione gasped and backed away from the windows and into Draco’s chest. He looked down at Hermione, not even trying to disguise his contempt, before nudging her off to dust off his immaculate robes.

“Granger! I don’t know if you are aware of this but I’m not some bloody activist for mudblood security. I could care less if you’re scared of lightening so I’d appreciate if you didn’t touch me with your tainted flesh. Thank you.”

“I am not scared of lightening. I was just caught off guard. And as far as tainted flesh goes, I’m pretty sure you’re the more likely candidate. I mean you have slept with most of the female population at Hogwarts. Honestly, did you think I hadn’t heard of your promiscuity?”

Hermione really should have stopped there because Draco was now visibly livid and she didn’t think that he had any qualms about strangling her.

“To cap it all off, if the way you treated Hannah today was any indication of your regards towards women, Merlin only knows why any girl would want anything to do with you,” Hermione finished.

Without a moment’s hesitation Draco took a few steps towards Hermione. He didn’t understand what had compelled him to listen to Hermione’s monologue for so long. Maybe he was sincerely interested in her opinion of him or maybe he was just granting her the privilege of speaking her last words. He quickly conceded it was the latter and proceeded to watch his prey. His eyes turned from their usually impassive cobalt to a stormy grey, identical to the heavy spell of rain going on outside. Hermione sensed the danger and drew back, wishing desperately that she could dissaperate out of here. More rain began to make its way into the Tower, splashing loudly against the stone. The water seeped through window-less structure, making it smell of damp leaves. The seemingly innocent storm now became ominous to Hermione, and her pulse quickened with each menacing droplet.

For the first time, Hermione was terrified of Draco and the lack of proper lighting didn’t help the situation. Walking backwards, Hermione failed to notice a rather large puddle of rainwater and slipped, making a loud splash as her bottom reached the floor. At this point, Draco was utterly confused. He didn’t know whether to laugh or to take advantage of her vulnerable position. Before he could make his mind up, his eyes zeroed in on her exposed thighs, wet and shiny from all the water. Her skirt had risen from the impact of the fall and her light blue panties were just barely visible. Strangely enough, what Draco found most erotic was when he noticed water trickling down her hair, causing it to frizz with each new blow of wind. At this moment, he determined that she looked like one of those dazzlingly beautiful witches on the cover of his “wizarding gentlemen” mags. She looked chaotic and dangerous, which in Draco’s mind, she was.

Hermione didn’t notice any of this because she was too busy clutching her foot and moaning slightly with pain. Draco looked up at her contorted features, finding some disturbing parallels to expressions he received from witches he had particularly rough sex with. He bent down to her level, not caring that his knees would get soaked. At this, Hermione momentarily let go of her injured foot to gawk at Draco, looking quite defenseless. She had random hairs sticking to her face from all the rain and her cloak was completely soaked. Draco, on the other hand, was dry save his knees. He placed a warm hand on her leg, just above her foot and slowly began to move his hand upward. Although there was no friction to deter him, he wanted to take his time.

Hermione looked at him in shock “Wha-Wha-What are you doing,” she sputtered.

Indeed, what was he thinking? Draco knew but was unsure whether to say it aloud. Instead he opted to keep her anxious, loving the power he had over the girl he deemed fearless. He kept his face void of expression to confuse her even further. Hermione tried to push his hands away but he quickly grabbed both her hands and placed them behind her back. Hermione gasped as he freed one of his hands to get his wand, casting a binding spell on her and a silencing spell on the Tower. ‘Oh Merlin,’ Hermione thought, ‘I’m going to die.’ She decided that she had to be brave. Maybe this was a little test, a bit disturbing perhaps but a test nonetheless. He wanted to see how strong she was. He wouldn’t really kill her…would he?

“You’re not going to break me Malfoy!” She said, regaining a miniscule amount of confidence.


“Oh I have no intention of breaking you,” he said in a sultry voice. Then, seeing Hermione cast a confused glance at him, he smiled darkly at her and got right up to her ear and whispered “I just want to see how far you’ll bend.”


Out of nowhere, his lips attacked her, swallowing the small yelp Hermione was about to release. But Hermione quickly recovered from the sudden shock and immediately began devising a plan on how best to gain the upper hand. She accepted the kiss. Draco, who was expecting to get his lip bitten off, was more than a little surprised when her soft lips were compliant to his demands. His mind completely blacked out, concentrating only on the girl in front of him. Hermione, on the other hand, was trying to keep his last words from ruining her concentration. However, she was only human and couldn’t help but think of the delicate way his hands cupped her face, also noticing that they bore a striking contrast to his forceful lips. There was no denying he was amazing but then again, how could she have expected any differently? He was no stranger to the practice. He sucked gently on her bottom lip before entering her mouth with his deft tongue, getting to know every crevice. Her tongue intertwined with his, making Draco emit a low moan.


Hermione knew that she had to stay on task. She just had to think of this as an assignment. Unfortunately, homework didn’t make insanely sexy noises or make her nipples hard. Before she could get anymore sidetracked, Hermione pulled away from his embrace only to be greeted with Draco’s hooded eyes. Noticing the separation, Draco looked upon Hermione, who was casting him a silent plea to be untied. Feeling the arousal in his trousers, Draco figured that Hermione was just as overcome with lust and thus released her from her magical binds. He closed his eyes for a second, to keep from ravaging her on the spot, and leaned in for another kiss. Instead of Hermione’s lips, Draco tasted cold granite as his face fell onto the deserted floor, the sound of distant footsteps echoing from somewhere outside the door. Draco growled and punched the wet floor. By now, Hermione was already out the door and he knew he wouldn’t be able to catch up with her.