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A/N~ Thanks again for the reviews, although they are dwindling, I am glad to know I can count on my “regulars” to leave some kind words for me. I am relying on you Jenn and Helen!!


If you are faint of heart, I am warning you now, there is some violence of the sexy kind going on in this chapter. The way I figure it is I don’t see Hermione and Draco’s first time being all gentle and tender. Both don’t want to fully give in to what they are feeling, and I am trying to convey that. I hope you enjoy…..


Draco awoke to the sight of the dark green curtains that canopied the four poster bed in his private room. He sighed deeply, knowing he had pissed Granger off when he left her in the Restricted Section last night. He could remember practically seeing the steam coming out of her ears. He tried not to think about how delectable she looked when she was staring at him furiously, her mouth still shinning with saliva, her knees red from the hard stone floor, her eyes glowing with rage. Perfect, now he had another problem in the form of his manhood pitching a tent in his boxers.

He hadn’t meant to be so mean, okay, so maybe he had, but he had slipped once again, and the only way to make up for it was to say something hurtful. That’s what he always did, they way it was between them, he would saying something insulting and she would get mad or hurl an insult right back to him. He would walk away feeling accomplished and reassured in his superior intellect; only this time he didn’t get the sick satisfaction he usually felt after he insulted her. No, this time he felt regret, a first for him, and worry that she won’t ever let him touch her again. Neither sensation was tolerable.

At the thought of never getting to feel Granger’s soft skin, never getting to kiss her again, never getting to shag her eventually, Draco got out of bed and immediately kicked whatever was closest to him, which happened to be his school bag. This action caused a loud “Fuck!” to reverberate through out the room; partly because Draco was letting his emotions override his level-headedness and partly because it was not a smart idea to kick a bag full of books barefooted.

Get it together man!

Limping to his personal bathroom, Draco tired to regain his control. He knew how disappointed his father would be in him, not only for carrying on with a Mudblood, but also for allowing said Mudblood to be the undoing of seventeen years of working to retain control in all situations in a matter of minutes. Draco was quite certain that it would take his whole Sunday to recover his composure. He decided he would spend some time in the Slytherin common room with others who were taught the importance of self-control.

* * * * *

An hour and a half later (handsomeness and debonair of Draco’s nature took time to perfect) clad in black slacks and a dark grey shirt, Draco strolled down the stairs that led to his room into the Slytherin common room. He automatically went for his chair near the fireplace, not bothering to walk down to the Great Hall for breakfast. He was going to avoid Granger for as long as he could. One look at her and Draco knew that the chanting he did in the shower (“Calm, Collected, and Controlled”) would be a total waste and he would end up ravishing her in front of the whole school, including those two tossers she called friends. That would put his whole mantra to rest forever, and Draco needed it for times like this, not that there were ever many, but it is really the principal of the matter. He was not going to let her unravel him again.

Draco surveyed the room, looking for someone to have some sort of intelligent conversation with, but the prospects were not good. At the rear of the room, Crabbe and Goyle were binging themselves with leftovers from breakfast that they had snuck out of the Great Hall. Do they even chew? Revolting! Turning his head to the right, Draco witnessed Pansy trying to convince Millicent to let her do a makeover to get boys to notice her more, but Pansy wasn’t keen on admitting what everyone else knew; Millicent liked company of the female persuasion. Sighing heavily, Draco looked straight ahead at the person occupying the chair similar to his on the opposite side of the fireplace. There sat Blaise, legs elegantly draped over the arm of the chair, reading the morning issue of the Daily Prophet.

“Since when did Slytherin host such miscreants?”

Blaise looked up from the paper in his hands only to look at Draco as if he were a stranger that had just approached him off of the street.

“I’m sorry, were you speaking to me?”

Draco sighed nosily once more, rolling his eyes.

“Oi man, get over it! It’s been a month.”

Draco was of course referring to the night, about a month ago, when Draco and Blaise got completely sauced off of a smuggled in bottle of fire whiskey while playing a game of wizard’s chess in Draco’s room. For some reason, they thought it would be a brilliant idea to fall into a heated snogging session with each other only after arguing which of the two boys was a better kisser. Soon after, they both passed out, and Blaise awoke the next morning to find that Draco had somehow pushed him out of his room and had spent the rest of the night uncomfortably stretched out on the stone stairs outside of Draco’s door. Blaise did not take this lightly, not because he was kicked out of the room, but because Draco didn’t have the civility to simply wake him up and save his expensive clothes from being wrinkled. This action had in turn caused Blaise to give Draco the silent treatment.

Blaise folded the paper, straightened himself, and smirked evilly at Draco.

“I am over it. I have been for about a week now; I was just waiting to see how long it would take you to realize that there is no one else you could carry on an intelligent conversation with.”

“Prat.”

“Yes, yes, on with the name calling. Really Draco, you are too predictable.”

“So is your mother. You should really tell her to spice it up a bit. I am completely bored with her. There are other ways to get me off besides sucking my dick, you know.”

“I will remember that next time I am crawling off of Narcissa. She seems to have no trouble in that department.”

Draco smiled, happy to be back in the swing of things with one of the only people he would call a friend. This was a common topic of conversation, each other’s mother; neither boy ever took offense to the other’s comments. Any outsider listening would in fact believe that both Slytherins were carrying on with the other’s mother and would not be able to comprehend why the two were sparring verbally rather than physically. Idiots.

“So, how goes things with the Head Girl these days?”

Draco narrowed his eyes in response. Damn it! Just when he had finally gotten the girl out of his head, Blaise brings her up.

“There is no need to stare daggers at me Draco, I was just curious.”

“Well, it’s none of your damn business.”

“Hit a nerve did I? Tell me, have you finally resolved that sexual tension between the two of you?”

Draco could feel his heart pounding faster, but kept his face emotionless. Did Blaise know? Had he seen them in the library? There was no sure way of knowing if anyone had witnessed their little encounter. Better to just play it cool than go around acting as if Draco was a part of the Spanish Inquistion.

“What the bloody hell are you getting at?”

Blaise smirked again. Damned if he didn’t he steal it from Draco when he was sleeping. Draco was most certain that it still looked better on him.

“Cut the shit, Draco. Anyone would be stupid not to feel it. Luckily for you, this school is full of imbeciles. I passed by you two during one of your little homework sessions. The friction was so thick I almost had to swim through it.”

Draco continued to look at Blaise as if he were reporting the weather. Apparently Blaise took this non-reaction as cause to continue.

“Not that I can blame you. Granger, although a Mudblood, has gotten quite attractive over the years. Of course she is no beauty, but I wouldn’t say no if she wanted to fuck me.”

“Funny,” Draco drawled, “that’s exactly what happened with your mother.”

Blaise merely laughed at Draco, and thus, their conversation ended.

* * * * *

Draco spent the rest of his Sunday with Blaise, but anytime the subject of Granger came up, he avoided it they way he avoided the namesake. Blaise thought this was extremely funny and brought it up anytime he could, even if she had nothing to do with the discussion at hand. When Draco, thoroughly tired of such antics, threatened to really have a go a Blaise’s mother, knowing it wouldn’t be very difficult to achieve, Blaise quickly changed topic and left the Head Girl out of the rest of the day’s conversations. Draco also used the day to retrain himself, not letting his stoic expression slip even when Neville Longbottom tripped and fell halfway down the stairs. He only smirked slightly as he stepped over the groaning boy on his way to dinner.

Draco tried his best to keep Granger out of his sight in order to keep his indifferent attitude intact, and it worked surprisingly well. He ate lunch and dinner with his back facing Gryffindor’s table, and spent the rest of his time in the Slytherin common room where he was quite certain she would not show up. Now reclining in his bed, Draco couldn’t help but smile to himself. Not only had he kept his emotions in check all day, but he was fairly positive that he could handle himself with dignity and poise during his next interaction with Granger. He could give into his physical urges all the while managing the growing passion that Granger brought out in him. The exceptional things he could accomplish in one day! He was also confident that Granger had gotten over his little insult and was presently desperate for his company. She would be all smoldering gazes and weak knees during the classes she shared with him tomorrow. How could she resist him?

* * * * *

How in the bloody fucking hell could she resist him?

She had been ignoring him all day, sitting in their classes actually paying attention. The nerve of her! She just sat there at her table, swinging her legs, biting her bottom lip, smiling at that damned Harry fucking Potter, driving Draco completely insane! She never even looked at him once, not even when he dared to whisper her surname during Arithmancy, not even when he accidentally (on purpose) bumped into her while reaching to get an ingredient off of the self in potions, and not even when he lined up behind her to put his vial of Pepper-Up potion on Snape’s desk and ever so gently blew on her neck; he saw the goose bumps, but where was the reaction, damn it?

To make matters worse, her blatant disregard of Draco did nothing more than arouse him even more. So not only was he frustrated that he couldn’t get any recognition from Granger, but he was also pissed that it turned him on. This produced the all too familiar sneer to grace Draco’s handsome face and a sour disposition for the rest of the day. The only content thought Draco had was the acknowledgement that he did not once feel his veneer slip, and later that he would make Granger pay for snubbing him.

Therefore Draco was currently staked out behind the massive stairs later that night waiting for Granger to come down from Gryffindor Tower to the Great Hall for dinner. He knew she would be coming down them alone because he had seen Weasley and Potter a few minutes earlier walking together talking excitedly about Quidditch while giving each other puppy dog eyes. Right now they were probably stuffing their faces while feeling each other up underneath the table. Merlin, did they ever just need to admit to everyone they were in love and get it over with.

Hearing lone footsteps, Draco shook all thoughts out of his head as he peaked above the banister to see the bane of his existence slowly descending the stairs, still wearing her Hogwarts uniform and humming softly to herself. As soon as she reached the bottom step, Draco sped quietly out of the shadows and grabbed her upper arm.

“Malfoy, what in the hell do you think you are doing?”

Draco said nothing as he forcefully dragged her into the nearest empty room, which happened to be a classroom. Shoving her inside, Draco followed while shutting the door, whipping out his wand and muttering a silencing and locking spell.

He turned to face her while replacing his wand, taking note that she was quite furious. Her brown eyes were already gleaming with rage and she had her hands on her hips. She was standing right next to the teacher’s desk, ready to use it as a barrier. Stupid girl, as if that could stop him.

“Just who do you think you are? You can’t just grab me and push me into a room. Don’t you come near me, Malfoy.”

He had started walking towards her, still not saying a word, smirking mischievously. When she pulled out her wand and pointed it at him, he only snorted. He knew she wouldn’t use it on him.

“Put that away Granger, unless you have some deviant fantasy you would like to live out.”

Color rose in her cheeks as she understood exactly what Draco meant. He loved catching her off guard. When he got close enough to her, he reached out and took her wand from her, setting it on a table near by.

“Stop right there, get away from me.”

Her face was determined, but her voice sounded shaky. Draco had almost broken her down.

“Why? We both know what you want, what I want. Or else you wouldn’t be with me right now.”

“You grabbed me Malfoy! I had no choice. And right now the only thing I want is your head on a silver platter.”

Draco stopped right in front of her, his eyes studying her, right from the top of her head where she had her hair gathered into a ponytail, to her chest heaving with anger, to her delicate hands balled up in fists at her side, to her feet placed shoulder width apart. She looked as if she were ready for a battle.

“What is your problem Granger?”

“My problem? MY PROBLEM?”

She was screaming now. This was not good. Instead of the desire she should have been captivated by, Malfoy now understood it was pure and unadulterated wrath.

“You are my problem. It is not okay to force someone into an empty classroom, it is not okay to take her wand away, and it is most certainly not okay to leave me in the fucking Restricted Section after treating me like one of your slags, and may I add, even having the bollocks to compare me to one of them! You, Draco mother fucking Malfoy, are my problem!”

Draco was completely dumbstruck. He had never heard Granger talk like that before. Not in all the years of throwing every insult he could think of her way had she ever snapped and yelled at him like she just did. It was then that Draco knew the proverbial shit was about to hit the metaphorical fan.

“About that Granger, I had somewhere to be. I am a very popular person.”

She laughed, but it was nothing like he had ever heard before. It was bitter, full of disdain and malice.

“Oh drop the act Malfoy. I know why you left the way you did. You lost control, you let your cover slip, and it was because of me. You couldn’t stand the fact that a lowly Mudblood such as myself was the only person able to crack through that iron mask of indifference and coldness. You couldn’t handle it.”

Draco felt the anger start to bubble up in his stomach.

“Don’t you dare speak about something you have no idea about.”

“Oh but I do have an idea Malfoy. You want to be an individual, a leader, you want everyone to emulate and respect you because you are different, but you aren’t. You are just like your father. You are cruel and calculating, and I have never been so disgusted in all my life.”

Draco could feel his rage hanging on by a thread. How dare she speak about his father, equate him to his father. He was not like Lucius, he was different, wasn’t he?

“I’ve got a contrast for you Malfoy.”

His cool steal eyes met sparkling brown. How dare she use his concept of contrasting them, the bitch. The thread was wearing thin.

“The difference between you and me, I embrace my emotions; they are what make us human, what sets us apart from the animals. But you, you are like a fucking robot-”

“A what?”

She sighed at the interruption. It wasn't Draco’s fault that during her tirade she compared him to some muggle object that he had no idea about.

“You show no emotions, you are inhuman, and you deny everything that sets you apart. How can you live like that? You might as well go through life in a catatonic state if that is how you plan to be. You are nothing!”

The thread violently snapped.

“Fuck you Granger. You know absolutely fuck all about it”

He could hear his voice, and it was just as loud as hers had been. Somewhere in the back of his mind he could feel the nagging sensation that not only had all his hard work from yesterday been in vain, but he was a right git for once again going back on the pledge he made to himself.

“I am ‘nothing’ because that is how I was raised. You think you are so fucking great because you become a mess of affectivity every time some minuscule thing happens? You are so easy to break, why do you think I am able to do it so often? I show no emotion because emotion shows weakness, and I am not weak, you are!”

“But you are weak Malfoy. You are weak because you just let your anger take over you.”

“It’s because of you, you silly bint! You fucking do this to me. You make me feel things I only know how to keep repressed. You think it is easy wanting to fuck you into the floor every time I see you, but keeping it in check so I don’t? I may be weak right now, but I am strong every fucking hour of every fucking day.”

They were both breathing hard, exhilarated from their yelling. Granger’s eyes no longer flashed with rage, but with desire instead.

“Then show me.”

Draco rushed over to her, pushing his burning lips on to hers, picking her up and slamming her body down on the desk she still stood next to. She groaned loudly as Draco reached down and ripped her blouse in two, sending buttons scattering all over the room. He grabbed her breasts roughly as she arched into his hands, her hands diving into his silky hair, grasping on tightly as Draco moved from her now swollen lips and attacked her neck with his lips, tongue, and teeth. He moved his mouth down, biting at her exposed flesh until he reached her satin covered breast. He looked up at her, her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed. She had never looked more enticing. When he bit down on her erect nipple though the bra, she let go of his hair and reached out for his shirt, splitting his as he did hears. More buttons flew.

Draco pulled away from the warmth of her body only to grab at the elastic band that held her hair in place and yank it from her hair. It fell around her in a mass of brown softness, and Draco felt his now painful erection grow even harder, if possible. He pushed her to lie down on the desk with her legs hanging over, briefly taking in the vision of Hermione Granger, Head Girl, on top of a desk, hair wildly sprawled beneath her head, shirt ripped open, chest barring teeth marks, skirt pushed up to her waist exposing her white cotton knickers, legs open, waiting for Draco Malfoy to fuck her senseless. It was a beautiful sight.

Reaching down, Draco roughly tugged Granger’s panties down and placed the tip of his cock at her dripping wet entrance before asking her the question he knew was bound to come up sooner or later.

“Granger, are you-?”

“No.”

It was simply and hastily stated and Draco wasted no more time before he rammed into her violently. Her back immediately arched as both moaned loudly in unison at the joining of their bodies. Draco could feel her tightness envelop him, and she felt so warm and wet, with her internal walls constricting around his dick, that he almost came right then and there. Instead, he pulled out and slammed into just as harshly, picking up speed each and every time he repeated the action.

Granger whimpered and writhed under him, whispering “Yes”, “So good”, and when Draco hit the right spot and pinched her clit at the same time, she yelled “Fuck” so loudly he could have sworn the walls shook.

Thrusting in and out of her as if his life depended on it, Draco heard himself say through clenched teeth, “Am I still weak? Is this strong enough for you, you fucking Mudblood?” He heard the breathy “Yes” as his answer as he felt the tightness surrounding him contract once more. Draco could stand it no longer, and came with the girl panting and moaning underneath him, filling her with his essence.

He rested on top of her struggling to get his breath to become normal again, and she let him, running her hands up and down his sweating back. When he finally pulled out of her, he grabbed her wand still on the table next to them and whispered a contraception charm, better late than never. He then helped her up off of the desk, now a few feet from it's original resting place, and muttered “Reparo.”, mending both of their shirts. He waitied as she gathered her messy and tangled hair into a ponytail before giving her back her wand.

As they straightened their clothes and adjusted their apperance, neither of them said anything, Draco because he was honestly at a loss and Granger probably because she was over analyzing, just like she always did. Draco did the only thing that came to his mind, he looked at her pretty flushed face and smiled. She smiled back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night in the library Malfoy.”

After releasing the silencing and locking spell Draco had placed, she walked out of the classroom like she didn’t have a care in the world, humming the same song from when she was coming down the stairs, like she just hadn’t gotten savagely fucked by her best friend’s enemy.

Draco chuckled at he left the classroom, only to laugh harder when he realized that they had just shagged for the every first time on the desk of Professor McGonagall, Granger’s Head of House.


A/N~ Steamy! Sorry if this chapter is a little off. I am on loads of medication, and my head is all muddled. So tell me what you think and leave me lots and lots of reviews.

1/24/07~ So I just did some editing, and boy was I out of it yesterday! I hope you liked the chapter, and the yummy sumt. If you like it, you'll leave me a review... :-)

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