False Pretense

Song:
Eric James & The New Century – Long Road For The Lonely
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X9tD-H-YjDw



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All You, This Time
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Students sat with their heads down, scribbling harshly over several rolls of parchment, in the Transfiguration classroom. Hermione was perched against her desk, flipping through a large tome given to her for Christmas by Neville Longbottom about the various ways one could use sea weed. Her eyes fluttered over the pages at a student with blond hair trying to peak over at his neighbor’s paper. She flicked her wand up and instantly the student’s test flew into the air and soared to her. Snatching it out of the air, Hermione quirked an eyebrow at the student watching him turn beet red as other students had turned to look at him. She had no problem giving cheating students a failing grade and always affirmed that position by being fair to everyone, that included not showing favoritism.

Hermione mouthed, “After class,” to the young Gryffindor and went back to reading her tome.

Time ticked by as students finished their exams one by one. She’d allow them to leave after they finished to enjoy the outdoor sun and compare answers outside the door to see if they had it correct. One by one students rose and handed their exams to Hermione before rushing outside, eager to begin their weekend. All that was left was the young Gryffindor, who still sported a scarlet face.

Hermione closed her book and placed it on her desk, walking over to the student where she sat in a seat in front of him.

“I can explain?” the student said, questioning whether that was an answer that would persuade the teacher.

“Then explain,” Hermione replied, unfolding his test and placing it in front of him.

“Well, you see…I was stretching and my eyes just scanned the…I mean…” the student blushed again and twisted his robes, “Please don’t owl my mum…I don’t want to get another howler.”

“You wouldn’t get howlers if you didn’t cheat, Mr. Thompson,” Hermione answered matter of factly, “As you know, the school rules state that I must report you to the headmistress…”

“What? Please, Professor Granger. I won’t do it again, I swear!”

Hermione took a breath and continued, “I have to report you to the Headmistress and write to your parents….but…”

He looked hopeful and widened his eyes, sitting closer to Hermione, “But?”

“If you write me a twenty-four inch paper about the history of switching spells, then I won’t inform the Headmistress of this incident,” Hermione said, “But I will still write your parents.”

His face fell but at least he was thinking over the situation, “Alright. When is it due?”

“Two weeks from now,” Hermione replied, watching him count the days on his fingers.

“O-Okay,” he replied, gathering his books, “T-Thanks Professor, I mean it. I won’t ever cheat again…”

“Good, because if you do…” Hermione raised both of her eyebrows and the student knew what she would do, and wouldn’t hesitate at that.
“I know, I know. Thank you,” the student smiled at Hermione and rose, dashing out of the room. “Hi Professor Malfoy.”

Malfoy. Hermione rolled her eyes and looked up at the doorway where Draco stood with his arms crossed leaning against the frame.

“Ah, so you’re not the strictest Professor at school. I guess Snape retains his title,” Draco laughed as Hermione rose from her seat.

She ignored him and moved to her desk, piled high with exams. She was known for her difficult, extremely long exams but she wanted her students to be thorough and know spells and techniques instead of reading the skeleton version of the text.

“Can I help you?” Hermione asked, swinging around with her back to her desk, “Come to annoy me some more?”

“Possibly,” Draco replied, moving from the door.

Hermione couldn’t help but watch the way he walked, with an air of aristocracy and pouring with sex. His hair was mussed up as if he had spent his entire free period running his fingers through his hair just to mess it up. Wearing expensive dragon hide dress shoes, black slacks with a platinum serpent belt buckle donning emeralds for eyes, and a cool gray dress shirt with the top buttons undone Draco looked like sex on legs. It irked her, made her feel flushed and nervous, but she kept her emotions in check and he approached.

“Students are heading to Hogsmeade tomorrow,” Draco said with a mild shrug, “I figure I’d take you for a butter beer or, if you’re not scared, something with more oomph.”

“Are you asking, or telling?” Hermione asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Whatever makes you want to come along,” Draco grinned, “Do you like it when people tell you to do things? Or would you rather I ask proper, although everything we’ve done so far is far from proper.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and pulled away from her desk, coming to stand in front of Draco unconsciously. She looked up at him and averted her eyes when they connected.

“I’m going to be busy tomorrow,” Hermione simply said, looking elsewhere.

“You’re a terrible liar,” he laughed, his shoulders rolling back with each deep chuckle. “Look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn’t want to spend the day with me…”

She looked him square in the eye, “I don’t want to spend the day with you.”

Draco’s grin fell as she moved, secretly grinning to herself. She rounded her desk, piling the exams high into a stack. Hermione sighed internally at the large stack in front of her. She would be up all night, but that gave her an excuse to ignore the stupid git. Picking up the stack, Hermione turned around and grunted as she ran into Draco.

“Are you trying to confuse me, Granger?” Draco asked in a soft drawl, plucking some of her exams from the massive stack in her arms.

Hermione quirked an eyebrow, “Is it working?”

“No,” Draco replied, following her to her office with a stack, “I think it’s confusing you more than me…”

“What in the world are you talking about?” Hermione asked, plopping the exams onto her desk. She took her wand out as Draco placed the other stack on her desk and waved it to make them arrange themselves in alphabetical order.

“You’re trying to deny that you want me,” Draco purred, breathing against her throat, “I know what I want and I go for it but you…you’re playing hard to get…why?”

“Want me to make a list, Malfoy?” Hermione breathed, biting her bottom lip as his cinnamon scented breath bathed over her.

“If it’d help,” he said, tracing his hands over her shoulders and down her arms, “List away.”

“You’re a cad,” Hermione began, closing her eyes when his hands were brought to her hips, pulling her to his back, “A womanizer, a git, you think you can get anyone, I know that you think shagging me will add another notch to that belt of yours and…”

“And…” Draco whispered, kissing her shoulder, “I’m competitive, selfish, egotistical, and I get what I want.”

“Why?” Hermione parted her lips when she felt his hands slowly pull her skirt up, his fingers dancing over the smooth skin of her thighs.

“Why?” he asked, brushing her hair out of his way with his free hand, “Why what?”

“Me,” she breathed, leaning back against him as his fingers caressed her inner thigh, inching their way to the apex of her thighs.

“Why not?” Draco asked, nipping at her shoulder, “Books and cleverness…kind of a turn on.”

“Books?” Hermione gasped at his touch, the pad of his index finger pressing against her growing clit.

“I like intelligent women who don’t give a damn,” Draco grunted, pushing his excitement against her back, “See what you do to me?”

Hermione moaned softly but suddenly stopped and snapped her eyes open. She pulled quickly from Draco, pushing down her skirt. Her face was flushed, she knew that much, and what was worse she had that itch between her thighs and knew only he could satiate it.

“Get out,” Hermione panted, trying to flatten her hair, “Don’t come in here again.”

Draco frowned, “You’re going to do this every time, aren’t you?”

“Yes, now get out,” Hermione pointed to the door, her hand shaking.

“Fine,” Draco spat, “Enjoy your bloody exams. Mudblood.”

“Ferret,” Hermione snapped, frowning at him just as he frowned at her.

“Cocktease.”

“Bastard.”

“Bitch.”
“Prat.”

Draco and Hermione glared at one another, standing toe to toe with both of their chests barely touching. She watched his upper lip curl and her nostrils flared. Draco spun around and brought his hand to the door knob but Hermione moved, pushing the door close and blocking his exit. His eyes widened a little as she grabbed the back of his head and pulled his lips to hers.

His grunted against her and pushed his mouth against hers, drinking heavily. Hermione pushed him back toward her desk, shoving him hard against it all while sending papers fluttering to the ground. Draco leaned up against the desk and felt her crawl over him, their hands ripping at one another. He brought his hands to the hem of her skirt and pooled it around her waist while she pulled on his belt.

Throwing the gaudy thing to the side, Hermione pulled from the kiss panting heavily onto him. Draco shot up and grasped onto the back of her neck, pulling her to him. His chewed on her bottom lip, tasting her passionately all while grinding up against her centre. Hermione moaned and pushed him back down, snaking a hand between them to free his length.

Draco brought his hand between them as well to assist, prying his engorged cock straining to be released out. He grunted heavily feeling Hermione sink onto him. Leaning back against her desk, Draco stared up at her with a halo of golden light surrounding her flushed form. Hermione bit her bottom lip as her hips began falling and rising on top of him.

She leaned over, resting her elbow beside him as her hips bucked quickly over him, feeling him stretch her completely. Draco grunted while settling his hands on her waist, guiding her to the perfect rhythm. She parted her lips to let out a small cry only to have them captured by his own mouth. He held onto the back of her head and began thrusting into her heat, feeling his testicles slap against her as her walls clenched around him.

She bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as her body shook over him a quick orgasm rushed through her. Draco growled and sat up, pulling her with him. They sat at the edge of her desk, her hands digging into his shoulders as she bounced atop him, moaning heavily from feeling full. Hermione tilted her head back as a thick cry broke through her throat as her slick walls fluttered around him. He, on the other hand, grunted and brought his lips to her throat, tasting her sweet skin dotted with tiny drops of sweat.

Her hand gripped onto the back of his neck, grasping onto his hair, as she moaned his name. Draco pushed her chest against him by resting his hand on her lower back and brought another to the back of her head. He growled another release feeling her continually roll her hips until he was drained of every speck of hot seed. Draco and Hermione panted against one another, their lips lightly touching. He pursed his lips, capturing hers for a moment before she moved from him.

Draco leaned back against her desk, propping himself up with one hand, and smirked. Hermione pulled her skirt down, cheeks flushed, and heart thumping against her chest. She pulled her wand out and cleaned herself, taming her massive hair, and finally brought her eyes to him.

“That was all you,” Draco grinned, “This time.”

Hermione bit her bottom lip and shrugged, “And?”

“And nothing,” Draco said, tucking his semi-hard length away.

He zipped himself up and fixed his clothing before running a hand through his hair. Hermione stood away from the door, half expecting him to just up and leave. Draco approached the door but swerved and came to her. He grasped onto her waist and pulled her to him, giving her a brief kiss.

“I’ll meet you in front of the Great Hall at noon,” he whispered into her ear.

“I never said I’d go to Hogsmeade with you,” Hermione frowned, watching him pull away.

“No, but you will be there,” Draco grinned, “Dress warm, it hear it’s going to be a little chilly tomorrow.”

“W-wh…but…I….” Hermione stammered as Draco left her alone, closing the door lightly. She groaned and leaned back against her desk with her head in her hand, “What am I going to do with you, Hermione?”