Unrequited

Don\'t own anything except the plot.
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Even I\'m impressed by that stroke of genius. Ha. Permit me a cruel chuckle.

I fully intend closing the deal with Granger, but only on my terms. Oh how I loved seeing her writhing underneath me. I\'d bet my entire fortune that Weasley had never done that to her before. And that was just the beginning. When I had her pliant and liquid, I was going to blow her eager little mind.

Unfortunately, that line of thought was doing nothing to deflate the growing problem in my pants. I refused to take care of it myself. Not that I\'m against a bit of self-gratification. But why should I be bothered when there\'s any number of people who would be willing and able to relieve me. I went into my common room. Ah. Blaise was there. Good. He was one of the few around Hogwarts, male and female alike, who knew how to give head properly. I suspect the dear boy could suck the gold from a Galleon. Luckily enough, he and I were the only ones there. He was actually studying. Too bad.

I glided over to him. \"Blaise...\" I ruffled his feathery black hair.

He turned to look at me suspiciously. \"What is it, Draco?\"

I put on my most charming smile. I was good at being charming. \"I was thinking that perhaps we could...get a bit of study time in my room.\"

Blaise\'s face tightened. He shrunk back from my caressing fingers. \"I don\'t think so. Now if you\'ll excuse me, I have work to do.\" Zabini turned away from me and I was flabbergasted.

He dismissed me. Me! Well, I wasn\'t going to stand for that. \"Oh come on, Blaise. You know you want it.\" I injected a firmer tone into my voice.

\"No, Draco. I can\'t. I\'m not some convenient little whore you can come to whenever one of your ladies won\'t pony up.\"

I raised my eyebrow. \"So, what is it that you want?\"

\"I\'m tired of just being the one you find when there\'s no one else around. Either you make this an exclusive thing or the whole deal\'s off. Find someone else to bugger.\" His forest green eyes shone with unshed tears.

Oh, save me from melodramatic queens. I didn\'t want to be tied down to anyone, let alone this weak little sapling who\'s serviced more of the school population than I have. \"Look, Blaise darling. We\'ve been over this more than once. I\'m not committing to anyone. If you can\'t handle that, then I do suppose we *are* off.\"

I turned to leave and surprise, surprise, he didn\'t follow. I only heard the soft scratching of his quill on parchment. I really wasn\'t disappointed, though. It seemed that Granger was starting to ruin me for others. Everyone else was too easy. I liked the challenge.

And as I closed the door to my room, the light bulb (as I understand the Muggle phrase to be) went on.

Seems that Granger likes the challenge as well. How about that? The girl has been playing her own little cat and mouse game with me. And I - just like a stupid, typical man - played right into her little paws. Well, at least I gave a bit of her own back. She should be gagging for it right about now. Marvelous, simply marvelous.

Now, to attend to my own state of arousal. A well-placed Deflating Charm should do the trick. Ah. Relief. Would\'ve been a shame to ruin this particular pair of trousers. Ran me about thirty Galleons. Damn. Makes me remember how I got in that state in the first place.

Granger.

She does have a lovely body. For someone so little she is very well proportioned. Long legs for her height, too. Now that those God-awful teeth have been fixed, courtesy of moi, she\'s really blossomed into prettiness. And oh, fuck.

Seems I\'ve ruined the trousers after all. Damnit all to hell.
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I had to take a very long and punishingly arctic shower after that little stunt Malfoy pulled. And now, instead of feeling relaxed and ready for bed as I should have been, I was all keyed up. I could feel a low thrum of arousal along with sheer jitters. Damn him. Now it was after hours, the professors were patrol ton tonight and I needed to blow off some steam - fast. I considered the options. No way was I going to Ron. And I wouldn\'t dare fuck up my friendship with Harry. That left precious little choice. Neville, Seamus and Dean were out of the question.

I pondered whilst I dried off. I pondered whilst I threw on some clothes. Then it dawned. The Room of Requirement. All I needed was Harry\'s cloak. But what was it that I required? Aside from a good hard bang, that is. I decided that I\'d let the room figure it out. I was a bit beyond mental aerobatics at this point. Isn\'t it ironic, in the Alanis Morrisette way, that the smartest witch in Hogwarts shouldn\'t be up to using her brain? I got a good chuckle out of it in any case.

I crept out of my room and slunk along the corridor until I got to the Gryffindor portrait. The fat lady looked at me oddly. I gave her the password and she opened with a suspicious sniff. All eyes were on me when I climbed through. I hadn\'t been in my house\'s common room since term began. Bugger off you curious cows. I said nothing, merely rolled my eyes and loped up the stairs to find Harry.

I should have known better.

Ron was there and Harry was trying his best not to serve him tea and sympathy. I\'m sure by now that Ron has it all over the school that he saw Malfoy and I making out in the hallway. Gossipy little prat. He\'s worse than his mother. Even faithful Harry was giving me an odd look. And he wasted no time in questioning me about my affairs. Nosy little messy haired git. I regret the day I ever Repaired his spectacles.

\"Why Malfoy, Hermione?\" Harry gave me that big green eyed puppy dog stare from behind round lenses. I\'ve always destested that look.

\"Why not?\" I snapped, not in a mood for his interrogation.

\"Shall I list the numerous reasons or are you well-versed in them already?\" Harry managed to sneer at me.

\"Don\'t you try to out smart-mouth me. You\'re not even in my league, Harry James.\" I flounced on his bed and picked up a strawberry scone. When I said tea and sympathy, I literally meant the tea part. I tried to ignore Ron and his scowling but I finally gave in and addressed him.

\"What is it, Weasley?\"

\"Oh, Weasley is it? Just a few weeks ago you were moaning \'Ron, Ron\' and leaving scratch marks in my back.\"

\"That was before I discovered that you\'re a low-down dirty pup who sniffs at anyone\'s backside.\" I took a bite of the scone and chewed it with relish. The house elves really are the most wonderful cooks.

\"You act as if I have no discernment, Hermione.\"

\"You don\'t, Weasley. Ne eve everything in a skirt catches your attention.\" I poured myself a cup of tea, still feeling a bit anxious.

\"You\'re one to talk - taking up with the prince of Slytherin.\" Ron\'s mouth tightened into an unattractive line.

\"Better a prince than a pauper.\" As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted them. Even Harry was staring at me in disgust. Hell, I disgusted myself.

\"You know, if I didn\'t hit girls...\"

\"Please. You wouldn\'t dare. Besides, I didn\'t really mean it.\"

\"Yes, you did. My being poor didn\'t bother you before.\"

\"It doesn\'t bother me now. I was just being catty.\"

\"Must all that hanging around with *him*. He\'s rubbed off on you in the most unpleasant way, Hermione.\"

\"And a few very pleasant ways as well.\" I smirked with the remembering. I\'d finally hit on the reason I was being so antagonistic. I was spoiling for a fight due to sexual frustration. Typical, Granger, oh so bloody typical.

\"You\'re disgusting, Hermione. You\'ve picked up all of *his* bad habits.\"

\"*His* name is Draco. What? Is he now to be placed on a pedestal like Voldemort? Is Malfoy the new He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? Merlin\'s feet. You\'re bloody damned ridiculous, Ron. Don\'t ascribe Malfoy powers which he hasn\'t earned.\"

\"Ohh. I see. We\'ve become all-knowing now, haven\'t we?\"

\"No. Just knowing better is all.\" I fixed Ron with a hard glare. \"What do you care anyway? I was just one of a crowd, Ron.\"

\"You\'re confusing sex with love, Hermione. Yeah, I shagged those girls but I didn\'t *love* them. I loved *you*.\" He gave me this look that said that I should happy with what I\'ve got. That pissed me off. So I popped him one right in the eye.

\"You dozy prat. That is complete and utter bollocks. You don\'t screw around on someone you love.\" I was incensed that Ron had the nerve to even fix his lips to say that.

\"JESUS HERMIONE!\" He took his hand away from his eye. It was already swelling shut. Good. I certainly felt better now.

\"You deserved that and much more. I can\'t believe I ever dated you, let alone shagged you. We\'re utterly through. Don\'t talk to me, don\'t look at me, don\'t even *think* about me.\" I turned to Harry, who was really trying to decide whether to laugh or be appalled. \"Thanks for the scone, Harry.\"

\"No problem, Hermione,\" he managed to get out around a mouthful of chuckles. I guess amusement won out.

I conjured up something and tossed it to Ron. \"Here. Don\'t say I\'ve never given you anything.\"

He caught it and gave me a horribly mean stare. I laughed and left. I could hear Ron slapping the ice pack over the lovely shiner I\'d just given him.
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My problem regarding Malfoy still wasn\'t solved, however. I was torn between kicking the shite out of him or shagging his brains out. Sod it. I could wait it out. I wasn\'t a slave to my libido. Then again, Malfoy did have a talented tongue. Oh oh, stop that line of thinking Granger. You\'ve only just cooled off. There. I\'m fine. I\'m good.

But those hands...oh God. Now I\'ve done it. I\'ve gotten all gooey again. Pathetic, Granger, really pathetic. I went back to prowling the halls of the seventh floor when a door appeared in front of me. Finally. The RoR decided to make itself known. When I opened the door, there was nothing but empty space. The floors were a golden oak, the walls white. I realised that the room was bare because I had no idea what I needed exactly, other than a good screw. As the Room couldn\'t provide me with a warm body (pity really), there was nothing else there. But then there was a shiver in the air and by that I mean that the air actually quivered.

In front of me there was a large hanging boxing bag and in my hands a pair of gloves. Mats appeared under my feet and I sunk down into the foam a bit. I slipped on the gloves and began pounding away. I imagined Malfoy\'s smirking visage before me as I punched the bag like mad. I think I went on for twenty minutes before I noticed that emblazoned on the bag was a wizarding photo of Malfoy making all sorts of evil faces. Wonderful. Absolutely fucking splendid. Now I can\'t concentrated I\d I\'m all sweaty. I tossed off the gloves and left the chamber.

I managed to get back to my room without being caught. There was still a huge wet spot in the middle of my bed. The room still smelled of sex. Unfortunately the smell wasn\'t entirely deserved. I snorted derisively at that thought and applied a swift drying charm to the bedlinens. Now if only I could do the same to the underwear I was currently wearing...

I tossed them off along with the rest of my clothing and took yet another shower, and slipped on my most horrid flannel nightgown. That went a long way towards making me feel incredibly unsexy. But here at the base of Gryffindor Tower, at the end of summer, flannel was incredibly hot. So I transfigured it into a long cotton singlet. Ah, relief. Beneath the cotton sheets that were charmed to stay cool, I finally was able to sleep though my dreams were full of *him*.