Unrequited

Don\'t own any of it except the plot.
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Ok. That spooked me. Stirred up all kinds of squishy feelings. I couldn\'t remember the last time someone had done something that nice for me. Even though I knew that Malfoy only did it to get into my knickers, I still appreciated the effort. Hell. What if he decided to come up here after what I did? I\'d have to pony up then, wouldn\'t I?

Not that I have a problem with it, but I\'d like to prolong the game just a little longer. But this puts a different spin on things. Now I have several questions. The one uppermost in my mind was how long had he been watching me. There were not many people who knew that daisies were my favourites and that I preferred sweet wine to a drier variety.

Then again, haven\'t I been doing my own bit of spying through the years? I doubt that Pansy would know that Draco\'s favourite place on Earth was the sea. I\'d heard enough bragging over the years of his boat and his fishing trophies to know that other than on a broomstick, the sea was the one place Draco would rather be than anywhere else. And...dear Lord. I called him Draco. Twice. How does one go from thinking of him only as that bastard Malfoy, to Draco. Surely I\'m not that soft. Maybe I am. Shit.
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She\'s more thoughtful than I would\'ve supposed. And she\'s been a Nosy Parker, listening to what I say and knowing what I prefer. Then again, I wouldn\'t have expected anything less. I kept my room like that until the charms wore off on their own. When the last of them wore off I mourned them slightly. But then she would have many more opportunities to charm me and my surroundings. I grinned a bit at that.

I let the clock tick by until around midnight....well, 2 am, actually. It became clear that she wasn\'t coming and I felt oddly disappointed. Then again, we *are* back on equal footing aren\'t we? I would have to come up with something that would get the sweet little tigress back in my territory. That was my last thought before slipping into sleep.

Unfortunately, those stupid friends of hers continued to thwart my every move. I\'d just about given up hope of the situation when that Friday, walking along the corridor, a hand grabbed me and pulled me into a little used hallway. And there she stood, not in her school robes and uniform but in some insufferably Muggle outfit. I have to admit the truth: it turned me on. It wasn\'t overtly sexy, oh no. Just a fitted button down black oxford shirt and a pair of jeans. The hem of the shirt just skated along the top of her waistband. As she moved I got treated to a glimpse of buttercream skin.

\"What is it Granger?\"

She wasted not one bit of my time but pressed against that cool wall and began ravishing me with kisses. You wouldn\'t hear me complaining. So I decided to up the stakes a bit. I pushed away from the wall and backed her into the opposite wall. I could feel her smile under my lips. I renewed my kiss, and felt her pointed little tongue seeking entrance to my mouth. I granted it and our kiss was nearly feral in our struggle to gain mastery over one another. I slid my hands along her waist and over her back under her shirt.

\"Mmm,\" she breathed out. I wanted to make her do it again. Instead she made me moan when those hot little hands of hers grabbed my bum. For such a little girl she has a hard grip and I was liking it. And then reality intruded. In the form of a Weasley, no less.

\"Hermione! What the devil are you doing?!\"

We broke apart and the lust induced fog cleared enough for me to see that Rodent was hanging about in our little nook, slack-jawed by our activities. Splendid.

\"I was giving Malfoy here a good snogging. Now if you don\'t mind...\" She turned back to me when Weasel started blustering.

\"I bloody well *do* ! Wh! What you on about, with the likes of *him.*\" Weasley gave me a gimlet glare.

\"Well, Weasel. I suppose Granger here has decided to trade up. Can\'t say I blame her.\"

\"Why you little...\" Weasel started for me and Granger stuck herself in the middle.

\"Look, Ron. It\'s over. Why don\'t you go find Padma or Parvati or Hannah or one of your other groupies.\" With hands on her hips she stood her ground like a miniature Amazon. I was quite impressed.

\"Because I don\'t WANT them.\" He looked around, clearly discomfited by having this conversation in front of me. I relished it, not even trying to keee sme smirk from my face. \"I want you.\"

\"You\'ve got a funny way of showing it.\" Hermione\'s lip curled with disgust.

\"I know, I know. But I swear to you, they meant *nothing* to me. Please. Let me make it up to you.\"

And then, in a move more than worthy of a Malfoy, Hermione yawned widely. \"Have you any idea of how cliched this is? Please. You\'re wasting both my time and Malfoy\'s. Now, I suggest you run along.\" She turned back to me and I had the utter satisfaction of seeing Weasley\'s face crumble into little bits.

\"But Hermione...\" I decided it was time for me to step in.

\"I thought the lady made herself quite clear, Weasel. You\'re dismissed.\" I felt Granger\'s arm wind around my waist in a show of solidarity.

Weasley\'s face tined ned up and he left the alcove without a word. Good riddance. I looked at her. Her little face surrounded by its mass of curls was blazingly angry. Good. Angry shagging is some of the best around and I perved on having it off with her in a public place.

\"Come on, Granger. I think we have some unfinished business to attend to.\" When I leaned down to kiss her, she pushed me away.

\"No. I don\'t think we do,\" she replied coolly.

\"Really? Because I seem to remember *you* snogging me, not the other way around.\"

\"Yes, well. That was then.\"

\"Did the sight of Weasel put you off that much? Forgive me if I find that hard to believe.\"

\"Believe what you like, Malfoy.\"

I was beginning to see what it was really about and I was getting highly pissed off. \"So. Now that you\'ve paid Weasel back you\'re just going to cast me off? Is that it?\"

\"I said no such thing.\" She looked hurt by my conclusions.

\"Then, pray, what are you saying?\"

\"Oh come on. You of all people can\'t be hurt. You only want a chance to say you shagged the hardest-to-get witch in school. Admit it, Malfoy. You just want to get into my knickers.\"

I towered over her, purposely being a bit frightening. \"Perhaps I do. What\'s so wrong about that?\" I dropped a kiss on the side of her neck, feeling a bit justified when she drew a deep breath in.

\"Nothing.\"

\"What are you waiting for?\" I nibbled a bit on her neck. Apparently she liked that, because she ran her hands over my shoulders, pulling me closer. I stroked my fingers into the open collar of her shirt. I began peppering her sensitive skin with light kisses, enjoying the feel her nails sinking into my shoulders through the material of my shirt.

The fingers that had been playing so lightly at the silken skin of her collarbone, I slid down to undo the top two buttons of her shirt. Who\'d have known that Granger\'s skin would prove to be so soft? I was nearly on my knees, working my way down to her breasts. They peeked out at me through a black lace bra and I licked my lips in anticipation. When I latched onto a nipple through the flimsy fabric, Granger went limp in my arms. Seems that she\'s particularly sensitive there. I filed away the info for further use and continued on.
Thank Merlin for front clasps. I flicked it open and ran my hands over her nipples, finally coming to my knees. She purred under my ministrations and I undid the rest of the buttons on her shirt, getting my first good look at her. Contrary to the sprinkling of freckles across her nose, she was completely unblemished in the midday sun. Her breasts were small and pert with pale rose nipples crowning them. As much as I would\'ve liked to have stayed on my knees, the flagstones were killing them.

So when I stood up, I caught her beneath the arms and carried her with me, pressing her against the wall for leverage. Big mistake. So much for romance.

\"Malfoy?\" Her voice sounded small and timid in my buzzing ears.

\"Malfoy.\" This time it cut through some of my preoccupation. Then, too, her hands were still fisted in my hair, taking all that my mouth would give her.

\"Draco....\" Her use of my given name, even in resistant passion, was like a slap in the face. \"Put me down,\" she ordered. And I did so, backing away.

She made quick work of righting her clothing. I stared at her bemusedly. \"What are you doing?\" I enquired.

She flicked me a rueful smile. \"Buttoning up. I really think that\'s enough for today.\"

I couldn\'t believe what she was saying and I\'m sure my face showed it, among other things. \"You\'re going to leave me in this state?\"

She raked her eyes over the tent in my trousers. Granger pulled out her wand and conjured up a small bottle. She tossed it to me. \"Here,\" she said. \"This should take care of that.\"

And she flounced out of the corridor, her formidable control back in place. I looked at the little bottle. It was lube. The snarky little wench. But I had to admire her style.