False Pretense

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Nothing Ever Changes
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Wet. Cold. Very Cold. Hermione shivered as she walked along the corridors dripping from head to toe in water. What hadn’t passed her thoughts was to use her wand and cast a drying spell because of that bloody prat of a Malfoy taking up all of her brain power. They had sailed out into the center of the lake where Draco promptly rolled his sleeves up and went to work. Hagrid dumped several buckets of foul smelling chum over the side of his large boats and they waited.

And waited…and waited. Hermione brought her hands to her knees and tapped her fingers against them lightly while Draco stared out into the water. He looked at her for a second before returning back to gazing at the water. Hagrid looked as if he were about to pass out from boredom but then something happened. Hermione and Draco’s boat rocked as a swell of black slithering world serpents swam to the surface.

“Eyes peeled,” Draco said, pulling his wand out as he came to a stand, “They’re devilishly smart and know….”

“Hermione! Draco!” Hagrid shouted as their boat was tipped over.

Hermione hit her head against Hagrid’s boat and sank into the water. Water began to fill her lungs as she tried to wake from the blinding pain behind her head. A large serpent swam around her like a shark swimming around its pray. She took a breath, not a good idea, and cut her wand through the water hitting the creature with a transfiguration spell. The creature changed into a rubber duck and floated upward toward the surface.

Losing whatever oxygen she had left, Hermione looked around for Draco but found him nowhere and tried to swim toward the surface. Her robes were weighing her down, making it impossible to reach air. She felt Draco grasp onto her arm and push her toward the surface, a bubble head charm already at work on his lovely features. Hagrid yanked Hermione out of the water and clapped her on her back causing her to sputter water.

“He’s down there, alone!” Hermione shouted, jumping to her feet.

She pried off her wet robes and threw her mass of curly locks over her shoulders. Clenching her wand between her teeth, Hermione was just about to jump into the water after the idiot when he came popping out. She was startled and fell backward into Hagrid’s boat, effectively cracking her head on the other side of the boat. Draco climbed into Hagrid’s boat panting heavily with a large gash on his side.

“Draco,” Hagrid said worriedly, pulling the Slytherin to a sitting position. “Yer bleedin’ all ov’r the place!”

“What an astute observation, Hagrid,” Draco winced, leaning back as his hand clutched his side. “I managed to shrink them to about the size of a tad pole but…ouch…they seem to be multiplying. I suggest we head for land and have Snape brew some anti-venom for the lake.”

Hermione sat up and moved to Draco’s side, batting his hands away. She ignored his protests as she tore his white shirt from him to look at the wound. It wasn’t too deep but mixed with his blood was a thick greenish ooze that made her want to retch. She looked up at him and noticed he had been staring at her with a smug grin.

“Told you I didn’t need …. Ouch!!” Hermione shut him up the best way she could, by pressing her robes against his wound, “I didn’t know you were into sadism…”

Hermione rolled her eyes as the boat made a turn about and shuttled to the shore. Once they landed on dry land, Hagrid helped Draco out of the boat. His face had begun to pale due to the lack of blood but he still managed to make quips about how ‘wet’ Hermione was. It seemed her little taunting of him a few hours back hadn’t put him in a mood for very long. Damn.

Now they were trudging through the corridors soaking wet with a bleeding Malfoy slung over Hagrid. This would be his second trip to the infirmary in three months. Maybe the position was still cursed after all. Madam Pomfrey took Draco from Hagrid and shooed them away, not that Hermione needed assistance in that area. She passed Snape in the hallway and frowned when he made a comment of how she looked like a wet dog. Fighting the urge to hex his bollocks off, Hermione pointed him to the direction of the infirmary to speak to Draco.

Draco returned to the Great Hall in time for dinner looking as if nothing had happened to him…at all. Students beamed at him as the rumors that he ‘saved’ Professor Granger and single-handedly killed the world serpents in the lake swarmed around him. She was sure it inflated his already engorged ego and groaned into her pumpkin juice when he sat next to her. She had to remind herself that if she hadn’t whacked her head on the edge of Hagrid’s boat, and had air in the lungs, that she would be able to help and she had properly transfigured one into a rubber duck. Maybe she’d keep that to herself.

“I see you’re still sour,” Draco said idly, putting large amounts of potatoes onto his plate.

“What would I be sour about, Malfoy?” Hermione asked, not bothering to look at him.

“Everything,” he replied, stabbing several potatoes with his fork, “Not being the big bad heroine, saving the day, trying to make me pissed about last night.”

Hermione’s lip curled as her eyes looked at him. He grinned down at her and she had the urge to stab him in the testicles with her butter knife. Instead, she cleared her throat and shrugged.

“It’s not my fault that I can’t remember anything,” she scratched her nose and cut a chunk of chicken from her meal, she chewed slowly and looked at him, “Just not that memorable…”

“Like you’ve had very many wizards!” Draco hissed, his face becoming quite red.

“How do you know? I could very well be a libertine,” she paused when Draco snorted and glared at him.

“Where would you find the time for that? Between trips to the library?” Draco glowered, “If anything, I’m the libertine here.”

“It’s ok, Professor Malfoy,” Hermione said in a small innocent voice, “Not everyone lacks talent…in those areas. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

She brought her hand out and lightly tapped him on his arm, shaking her head in faux sympathy before turning back to her meal. Her body stiffened when Draco’s hand shot to her thigh, gripping onto it tightly. He leaned in, breathing against her, with his lips brushing against her mane of curly hair.

“We’ll see how memorable I am…eventually,” Draco whispered, pulling away from to her resume his meal and join Sprout and Flitwick’s conversation.

Hermione’s cheeks grew red when his hand left and shifted slightly in her seat. Shaking the thought from her head, she finished her meal in silence. Stupid Draco. Bloody prat. Idiot extraordinaire!



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I’ll Make Your Remember
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Hermione barely spoke to Draco during the week. They ate their meals in silence and merely nodded when one passed. She did, however, find it more annoying whenever she had to go to the staff lounge and shoo away the gaggle of girls wanting to have a ‘word’ with ‘Dreamy Draco.’ She spent the good part of her free period scrubbing her desks free of random scrawls of how attractive, sweet, hot, dangerous Draco was. Why these bints decided to use her classroom as graffiti wall was beyond her.

The light in her study flickered slightly as she went on to grade several rolls of parchment from a particularly intelligent student in Ravenclaw. She marked spelling and grammatical errors with red ink and scanned through the margins of her copious amounts of notes. Crinkling her nose slightly, Hermione gave the student a passing mark. It was known that Hermione’s class was extremely difficult once a student became a third year. While she was lenient on first and second years, Hermione knew that students needed to get serious with school by the time they were fourteen. Some compared her to Professor Snape in how she taught and graded, others said she was worse than he was. No one was better than Professor Malfoy however. Bloody git.

She looked up when she heard the door to her office open and quirked an eyebrow. “Never heard of knocking, I suppose?”

“I don’t knock,” Draco replied, standing in the doorway wearing black robes, “At least not when I don’t feel like it.”

“What do you want?” Hermione asked, leaning back in her desk.

She brought her fingers to the bridge of her nose and pinched, “I’m hardly in the mood to deal with whatever you’re going to…”

“It’s not about school, students, or even world serpents,” Draco was quick to say, closing the door behind him, “It’s about what I told you earlier…”

“Mmm, and what was that?” Hermione asked, looking up at him as he took a seat in a black dragon hide chair that sat opposite from her desk.

“How I’m going to have a memorable night with you,” he grinned while Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Is that all you ever think about?” Hermione continued her assault with questions, rolling back in her seat to rise.

She picked up several books and went to the large bookshelf that stretched across one entire wall. Placing the books by alphabetical order, volume, and publish date, Hermione ignored Draco as much as she could.

“I think about other things, but recently you’ve been on my mind,” Draco replied, tapping his fingers on the arms of the chair, “Which is sad really. I hate having mudblood swimming around in my brain…”

“How unfortunate,” Hermione mumbled, standing on her toes to put the last book away. “Well it’s not going to happen, so I suggest you lea…”

She spun around and her eyes met with his chest. Staring up at him, Hermione quirked an eyebrow. Draco had risen and moved over her, his chest touching hers. She felt his arms trace over her shoulders and held a shiver from climbing up her spine.

“What are you doing?” Hermione asked, looking up at him, “More close talking?”

“No,” Draco replied huskily, leaning over, “Much more than close talking.”

Her eyes widened when she felt his lips brush against hers. Fighting the urge to kiss him back, she pushed him firmly away and pointed at the door.

“Get out,” she said in a breath, ignoring the fact that her chest was heaving, the fact that his lips glistened from their kiss, the fact that she wanted to kiss him. “Get the fuck out of my office, Malfoy. I won’t hesitate to…”

He grasped onto her wrist and pulled her to him, lips crashing against her. This time, Hermione lost. She grasped onto his robes and tore them from his shoulders, pushing him back against her desk. Draco didn’t hesitate either as he ripped her own muddy brown robes from her body, pulling her hair out of that pretentious bun she always held it in. He leaned forward and slammed her into the bookshelf, causing several to dislodge and fall around them.

Hermione moaned as his teeth bit into her bottom lip and brought her hands to the top of his pants. She tugged on his belt, fumbling to pry it off as he drank from her mouth. Draco brought his hands to her backside, cupping them firmly and lifted her up against the bookshelf. With one hand, Hermione grasped onto the shelf above her as Draco hiked up her long skirt, pooling it at her waist.

She let out a groan and startled cry as he sank her form onto his growing erection. Draco grunted with each thick, long stroke filling her completely to the hilt. Hermione’s back rubbed harshly against the bookshelf while her hand began slipping because of the sweat in her hands. She tilted her head back as her body jerked upward with each thrust and let out a loud moan. Draco planted his face firmly in the crook of her neck, grunting loudly.

He brought a hand to hers and collapsed his entire chest against her. Their hearts thumped against one another as he slammed his hardened length into her tight waiting quim. Hermione clenched her teeth as a cry exploded from her through and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, bucking her hips against his. She met his thrusts with much enthusiasm, feeling him stretch and pound into her cunt. Her lips parted for air and was met with his own, both drinking from the others’ mouths.

Draco groaned, digging a hand into her hip as he pumped into her slick walls, feeling them clamp around him like a vice. He traced his hand to her thigh and held it against him, angling his hips just right before slamming his hips into the apex of her thighs. Hermione cried out into his mouth, biting his bottom lip hard enough to taste blood. She wrapped her other thigh around his waist as his new angle penetrated deep insider her, sheathed completely in her warmth.

They panted against one another, the sound of skin slapping echoed in her office mixed with their mutual groans and moans. Hermione tilted her head back and gritted her teeth as a mind-blowing orgasm erupted through her body, clenching tightly around his cock. Draco growled his own released and dug his teeth into the sensitive part of her neck, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to leave bruises. With a few extra thrusts, Draco leaned against Hermione, slowly lowering her back to the ground.

Looking into each others’ eyes, Hermione’s lips parted for breath. Draco rested his forehead against the top of the shelf and closed his own eyes as Hermione’s fingers buttoned her blouse.

“Memorable enough?” Draco breathed, stepping away from her to fix his own ripped clothing.

“Possibly,” Hermione shrugged, knowing her mind was literally screaming that it was the best sex she ever had. Quiet stupid head!

“Just…possibly?” Draco asked, pulling his belt through the loops of his pants.

“Eh,” she replied waving her hand a little to show that he was ‘so-so’

Draco sneered and slicked his hair back, “Hm, you do realize that I know you’re lying right?”

“If I’m lying then why are you still here?” Hermione asked, fixing her hair to put it back into a bun.

Draco leaned on, his hand resting on the desk, “Because I want you to say it. I want to hear you tell me I’m the best you ever had…”

“Keep dreaming, now are we finished? I have papers to grade,” Hermione said, cleaning herself up with her wand.

She looked at Draco and noted his annoyed expression but quirked an eyebrow in defiance. Draco pulled his robes back on and strode out of the room, slamming the door shut. She found herself smirking menacingly at the door and looked down at her stack of papers. They could wait, right now she really wanted a shower and to check out the bruises on her back, neck, thighs and just about everywhere else.