Punishment for Gryffindor

I don’t own any of the characters and I don’t make money off of any of them.

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Draco watched Hermione coming in to the morning class next day with puffy eyes.
He almost asked what was wrong, but knew that he had to take it slowly if he wanted anything between her. They had such a long history together, and a day wasn’t going to make up for all he did.

At the moment, Hermione didn’t really care if Draco existed or not, because all she could think about was professor Snape.

She still loved him, despite what she said to him the night before. But she felt that Snape was too cold hearted to love her at all. He did slap her in the face, and she wasn’t going to forget that.

Snape soon realized that Hermione stopped talking to him at all. He tried a few times to start up a conversation, but he knew that he had crossed the line when he slapped her in the face.
But he couldn’t get her out of his mind. He didn’t want to admit it, but he loved her.
She was intelligent, beautiful, and maybe the first woman to ever love him despite his cold attitude.

In class, the same Slytherin girl flirted with Mayfoy. And even if Malfoy was interested in Hermione, he couldn’t resist a good flirt. He was a Malfoy after all.

Snape tried to get Hermione’s attention by taking points off from Gryffindor, but soon realized that she didn’t say a word. Malfoy did as well, but the three of them pretended that nothing happened.

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“Granger! Wait up.” Draco said as he ran after Hermione who left the class room right when the bell went off.

“What is it Malfoy.” Hermione said as she kept on walking down the hall with out changing her pace.
Draco lowered his eyes down to her bottom to see if she had the same thing going on like the day before. But Hermione didn’t have a vibrator in today. It was no fun with out Snape involved in any activity.

“I just wanted to tell you that Snape wanted us to get some books about Dermicula Potions from the library.” He said, trying to keep up with her steady pace.

It was the truth about Snape asking for the books, but Snape wanted Draco to go on his own. But Draco took the opportunity to get Hermione involved.

Hermione stopped and looked up at Draco, angry that Snape asked by using Draco and didn’t ask her him self.

“Fine.” She said, cursing to her self about what a coward Snape was.

Draco smiled as he watched Hermione walk away, twisting her little hips.

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Draco and Hermione were in the library at the ‘potions’ section. They were both quiet as they worked, and Draco knew it wasn’t a good sign when a woman didn’t say anything.

“Have any luck finding the books?” He asked, in a sweet voice.

“No. And you asked me that like a minute ago so stop asking.”

He looked away assuming she had her period, but soon went back to have a conversation.
Not knowing that he asked the wrong question.

“What’s up with you and Snape anyway? You seem like you hate each other more than ever.” Draco said, pulling out a book that contained information about love potions.

Hermione glared and snorted.

“He’s just a immature bastard. I don’t care much for him.” She said in her snobby tone.

Draco grew quite, trying to think of something else to say.

Hermione kept on picking, opening, closing, and returning books to look for the Dermicula Potions. She was repeating the process and was starting to get bored.
But something caught her eye on the book shelf, and soon discovered it was a book nothing to do with potions.

‘Karma sutra...’ She thought to her self as she picked up the book. It made her wonder what it was like to use the book with professor Snape. But soon she erased her thoughts about the man as she opened the book slowly.

“Ah.. I see you found the book of love.”
Draco said, watching over her shoulder.

She gasped, for she had no idea he was standing behind her.

“Malfoy. I was just....” She said as she turned around, embarrassed to be caught looking in a book about sex.

Draco stretched his hands to the wall made out of books, trapping Hermione between his arms.

“It’s the book of love, but other’s consider it to be ‘lovemaking.’” He said, whispering in her ear. Hemione couldn’t believe she didn’t push him away by now, but he was good with his words. “I see it as a form of art. I like Art.... Don’t you?”
He said, as he hissed like a snake.

Hermione felt his breath on her face, warm and moist. She could feel her self getting warm as he leaned forward.

But soon he turned his face, as if nothing had just happened.

Hermione could feel her heart racing, from the unexpected chemistry that formed between her and Draco.

Draco knew what he did to Hermione. And he congratulated him self with his first step.
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Hermione and Draco been acting quite intimate with each other, and Snape soon realize the changes between them.

Draco stopped flirting in the class with the Slytherin student, and Hermione kept ignoring professor Snape.
Snape was wondering if he could restore her love for him, but started to think it may be it was too late.

Hermione still had feelings towards Snape, but knew she had needs as a woman. She will still have dreams about Snape, but when she woke up she knew that her dreams were never to become true. Instead, Draco gave her some excitement everyday which gave her some relief.

Draco has been quite sly and slick around Hermione. One moment he seemed like he was coming on to her with his soft words. But soon he would turn away like nothing had happened.

One time when Hermione was trying to reach for a potion on a shelf, he helped her by carrying her up by her hip. She could feel his warm hands around her, and as soon as she got the potion he let her down.
And soon he whispered in her ear to becareful about reaching for high places, and walked away.

Three weeks has pass since the encounter in the library, and Draco felt like it was time to nail the confused witch.