Getting Ahead

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I finally was able to get this chapter posted, I have no idea why it wasn't showing up for me!

I am slam in the middle of final exams, so I apologize for the delay. Thank you all SO much for reading and reviewing!

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Chapter Five – Voodoo? Who do?

Draco woke up feeling incredibly smug. It was common knowledge that Hermione Granger was unclaimed territory, and he was going to revel in being the one to break her seal. Willing or not, she was going to be his plaything, for the fall semester at least; and if by some chance he wasn't yet tired of her after Christmas break, 'doubtful, but not impossible', he'd keep her around. Claiming Hermione Granger, day one.

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Hermione had torn her bedroom apart searching high and low for her Head Girl badge this morning, it was no where to be found. She determined she must have lost it sometime during her classes the day before. She had even walked up and down the hallways murmuring "Accio badge" every few minutes for about an hour before the rest of the castle was stirring this morning. All she had found were two prefects badges and a "Potter Stinks" badge from the Triwizarding Contest held during their fourth year; she had quickly disposed of that one. Giving up on her search, she convinced herself that it would turn up, someone had probably already found it as a matter of fact. She just didn't realize how true that was. She hurried back up to the Heads Dorm to meet Harry and Ron before breakfast.

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Around three, Hermione made her way down to the dungeons with Lavender for Advanced Potions. Waiting outside of the classroom were a large group of Slytherins, and a few of Hermione and Lavender's fellow house mates. Blaise caught her eye and smirked sexily. She looked down at her feet to hide the small smile playing at her lips. When she looked back up, Draco Malfoy was directly in front of her.

'Please don't let him make a scene, please don't let him make a scene, please don't let him make a scene' Hermione prayed silently. "Yes, Malfoy?" Hermione addressed him coolly, sending warning signals with her eyes for him to keep his big stupid mouth shut, fat chance. "I was just going to ask if you minded if I partner up with you today? I've been struggling in potions." Hermione's hand itched to snatch her wand from her bag and curse him into next week. What did he think he was playing at?

Hermione felt as if all eyes were on her, waiting for her reply. She was damned if she agreed, and damned if she didn't. Just then, Snape rounded the corner and stopped in front of the small crowd of Slytherins and Gryffindors, saving her from replying.

"Ms. Granger, you seem to have forgotten your clothing in my classroom last night," He paused for a very 'Snape-ish' melodramatic effect, "for whatever petty reason. Ten points from Gryffindor for carelessness." Snape handed a bundle of black robes to Hermione. The blush that rose to Hermione's chest and face was so overwhelming that she felt lightheaded. 'Guess that explains my missing badge…'

"And Mr. Malfoy, although I do not applaud members of my house receiving detention, you did a superb job cleaning the cauldrons." Draco smirked smugly, his eyes never leaving Hermione's face. "Thank you, professor."

"Ms. Granger, I think your pairing up with Mr. Malfoy is an excellent idea. As for the rest of you, choose a member from the opposite house as well." As an afterthought, Snape added sarcastically "Dumbledore will be thrilled." An audible groan passed through the gathering of students as they entered the classroom and began taking their seats.

"I'm going to be looking into voodoo doll magic, right after this class you ass." Hermione hissed quietly at Draco as they took their seats behind a table in the back of the class.

Draco grinned and reached over to intertwine his fingers with hers on her lap beneath the desk. She quickly covered her shocked expression with anger and sent a glare at him the moment Professor Snape turned his back to the class to write instructions on the board.

Once given the mandate to do so, Hermione practically jumped from her seat to gather the ingredients they would need to complete the assignment. In the storage room, she tried to catch Blaise's eye, but he was purposely ignoring her, his jaw tight. The discovery of her robes made her look a liar, she knew, but really, Blaise couldn't possibly believe she had messed around with Malfoy. 'Absurd notion…'

Hermione slipped back into her seat after settling the various materials around the cauldron, but kept both hands on top of the desk. She avoided even looking at Malfoy as she flipped to the page in her potions book they would be using, and began dicing a black borkin root. Draco pretended to lean over to check the page of the book, and nipped gently at her neck; they were in the very back of the class, no one could see them unless they turned around, so why not? Hermione's hand clenched tighter around the small pairing knife she was using, but continued to ignore him. Draco placed his hand on her bare knee and began drawling small circles with his index finger. He watched her face for a reaction, but she merely dumped the diced borkin root into the cauldron and began grinding seeds with her mortar and pestle.

Draco Malfoy had never considered himself to be a very patient man, but brash, yes. He slid his hand up her leg and grasped her inner thigh tightly. Hermione jerked her head up to glower at him, then glanced at Snape, who was preoccupied at his desk, grading papers. Just the site of that desk brought back explicit images and feelings from Malfoy's detention.

"Do you mind? If you aren't going to help, at least let me work in peace." Hermione growled under her breath, barely loud enough for him to hear. "By all means Granger, carry on." He whispered back, his arrogant smirk plastered to his face.

His thumb was rubbing back and forth against her inner thigh, she couldn't concentrate. She huffed in annoyance but refused to meet his eyes again. 'Don't give him what he wants Hermione, focus on the potion.' Part of her loved the awareness that she was finally desirable, to some degree, to a man that had belittled her from day one at this school; while the logical side of her was screaming that he was the enemy.

Hermione used her wand to heat the contents of the cauldron to a low simmer. She had just begun adding drops of mandrake tears when suddenly she felt Malfoy's fingers brush against her center through her panties. Hermione's leg jerked so hard that her stool made a scraping noise against the stone floor. Hermione looked up at Snape, just in time to see him roll his eyes and look back down at his desk. Gritting her teeth, she added the last few drops and began the next step.

'Keep your eyes on the prize…' Draco advised himself confidently. He continued skimming his fingers over her slit, increasing the pressure marginally. Her core, protected from him by only a thin barrier of cotton, was emanating heat, and he could feel her moisture beginning to dampen her knickers. He trailed his index finger along her panty line before dipping his fingers beneath the elastic. His eyes almost popped out of his head in surprise. "Merlin Granger…" Draco breathed. Who could have guessed that the Gryffindor prude would keep her nether region completely hairless? He sure as hell hadn't.

Hermione shifted in her seat, spreading her thighs slightly to his ministrations. Never, NEVER had Hermione been touched in this way. She breathed in slowly through her nose, and out through her mouth. She continued to stir the potion, adding three drops of salamander blood after every other counter clockwise stir.

Draco Malfoy went in for the kill. He plunged his fingers into her hot, slick folds, and after successfully spreading her wetness over his digits, he expertly located her small hooded nub. He heard Hermione's breath catch in her throat. He methodically stroked the swollen bud slowly for a moment or two, then abruptly quickened the pace. Hermione's cheeks were pink and her eyes were slightly glazed over. He felt her begin to lightly grind herself against his hand.

Hermione thanked her lucky stars that her shallow panting couldn't be heard throughout the class over the bubbling cauldrons. She had decided it was official; living with a Slytherin had totally corrupted her. She didn't even feel guilty for letting her worst enemy get her off - during class - fifteen feet away from the man that she had been with the night before. All that mattered to her right now was the tightening feeling in her stomach.

Draco heard Hermione mumble something, but he didn't catch it. He leaned in towards her and raised his eyebrows in askance. Two words, two beautiful words. "Harder Malfoy." The bulge in his pants twitched violently. He complied enthusiastically, applying more pressure and working her clit as fast as he possibly could from the awkward angle of sitting next to one another and effort to remain inconspicuous.

"Time is up. Begin putting away your materials. I will be coming around to check your potions." Snape stood and Draco slowly pulled his hand from Hermione's panties. He nudged her leg gently with his own. When she glanced over at him, he sucked his finger into his mouth, his eyes never leaving hers. Her full pink lips parted in a silent "O", mesmerized by the swiping movements of his tongue over his glistening finger tip. Hermione looked away quickly and busied herself with cleaning up their area.

"Mr. Malfoy…Ms. Granger" Snape addressed them, stepping up to their lab table and glancing down into the contents of their cauldron. "Midnight blue in color, light mist over the top. Well done." He placed each of their graded potions essays in front of them. Hermione was outraged to see that Malfoy had received the same outstanding grade as she had. "Struggling in potions my ass Malfoy!" She muttered, furiously stuffing her books and materials into her bag. She cleared the contents of the cauldron and waited with her arms crossed impatiently beneath her breasts to be dismissed. She refused to even sit back on the stool next to Draco, choosing instead to stand as far away as she could while still behind their lab table. When the time came, she rushed to Lavender's side and tried to exit without delay amongst the congregation of students following Snape from the class.

'Come on Granger, seven years and you don't know me better than that?'

"Granger," Draco called over the crowd. He watched her back stiffen as she slowed and turned to look back at him. He crooked his finger at her, gesturing for her to return.

"Go ahead without me Lavender, I forgot I promised Snape I'd look over Malfoy's essay for him." Hermione miserably lied to her friend, and then trudged to the back of the classroom, where Draco still sat calmly on his stool.

"Well, Malfoy?"

Draco stood to his full height of 6'2 and began to slowly approach Hermione, like a sleek panther stalking his next meal. Hermione hastily made to grab at her wand, but Draco suddenly charged her, knocking her bag to the door and sandwiching her body between his and the stone wall behind her.

Blaise was a wonderfully charming man; honestly a gentleman and very pleasant to live with. Last night with him was something special. His aim had been to please her and he refrained from stepping over any boundaries. With Blaise, she was an equal. And truly, Hermione respected that, and didn't take it for granted. But this? Being controlled and dominated by Draco Malfoy? Having the enemy pursue her, and then being harassed into submission? It's a naughty fantasy every girl has had at one point, so Hermione refused to feel shame in her eagerness to have him touching her all over. Of course, she wouldn't make this too easy for the bastard…

Hermione raised her chin defiantly to stare icily up at the platinum haired wizard clutching her upper arms and pinning her against the rough stones. A gasp was torn from her throat as he suddenly spun her body around and lifted her arms above her head. She trembled at the feel of his fit body pressing against the entire length of her backside, especially his stiff cock pressing against her bottom. He placed her hands palm flat against the stone above her head. As he trailed his hands slowly down her arms to her shoulders, he leaned in to whisper into her ear "Keep them there Granger, understand?"

"I'll be damned Malfoy-" Her authoritative voice was cut off midsentence when Draco savagely pinched one of her nipples through the material of her blouse and bra. "I said keep them there. Are we clear, Granger?" Draco asked calmly. Hermione, being too proud to answer him directly, nodded.

Draco gripped Hermione's well rounded left hip in one hand and reached under her skirt to slide his other hand into her modest white panties. He used one of his polished shoes to ease her ankles a little further apart. It was time to make an impression on the goodie goodie Gryffindor that she wasn't soon to forget. Bypassing her clit this time with his fingertips, he began caressing the slick exterior of her small passage.

She whipped her head around suddenly to meet his eyes. Hermione's usual confidence was long departed and her voice had a nervous shake to it as she impulsively spoke out, "Malfoy I've never been-" He leaned in and kissed her, almost tenderly. "I know."

He gingerly slid one finger into her tight channel. Slowly he pulled the finger back out and trailed it up to rub her clit furiously before impaling her a second time. After establishing a steady rhythm, he added a second finger. Hearing Hermione Granger's soft moans and shallow breathing was the biggest turn on he had experienced in a while; but knowing that he caused it was the biggest turn on he'd felt in his entire life.

Hermione was grinding her bum into Draco's groin and working herself against his skilled fingers. Her pride was dead, a need for release had replaced it. When he curled his fingers within her, she tipped her head back in ecstasy. Draco continued to pump his fingers rigorously, and leaned in nibble at her earlobe. He could feel her walls beginning to clamp down around his digits. He pushed his fingers one more time into her slick, narrow core and curled them, hitting just the right spot.

Hermione's body stiffened and the tight coils in her stomach released. Draco roughly bit down on the tender flesh of her neck. He continued to massage her tiny bundle of nerves throughout the duration of her orgasm.

After catching her breath, Hermione lowered her arms. She waited for Malfoy to take his hands off of her before turning around. She straightened her skirt and stepped around him. She was already ten minutes late to her Advanced Charms class. She felt his hand tighten around her wrist and pull her back to him. He dipped his head down to kiss her, nearly bruising her lips with the force.

He released her without saying a word and then nonchalantly sauntered from the room. Hermione's was sick to her stomach with shame. Somehow, she was going to have to explain things to Blaise. She wasn't willing to hurt the Head Boy, but she sure as hell wasn't willing to give up this, whatever this was, with Draco Malfoy.

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