Distractions

Distractions

By Dee

Author’s Notes: This is my favorite couple in Hogwarts, but this fic is for my sister. She dared me to use:1) sugarquills 2) the line, “Bring on the men, Just a little touch of sin” #3) a laptop and 4) *well we added this one in because for the life of me, I kept forgetting laptop, as did she, so we made this an alternative and I was just able to include all four…* lollipop. Tut tut, can I babble any longer? Ugh. Uh, right characters belong to J.K. Rowling, but at the moment, I have Draco Malfoy strapped to my bed, so just in case you all have been missing him…. ^^ And the song is from a musical play…..Er, ne-chan, what play is it from again? I can never remember! Right, on with the fic!!! *Sis: You’ve lost it, you know that right? Dee: Yup! Stayed up till 5 am finishihis his shit! Sis: Why? Dee: You ever get that feeling that if you don’t finish something, you’ll lost your train of thought or focus? Sis: Yeah…. Dee: I had that in multitudes last night (Okay everyone, It’s official, I’m certifiable. * big grin* )*

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Hermione Granger scribbled furiously, attempting to keep up with everything Professor Snape was outlining. He was pointing out the various uses for Witch’s Root and was demonstrating it’s remarkable ability to adapt to various temperatures. Hermione already had several rolls of parchment on this particular root, but she still continued taking notes, in case she had missed something in her extensive research. Especially because she knew that the next homework assignment would probably be on it.

Snape turned around to his cauldron that sat bubbling on his desk. He was adding a few ingredients and stirring it. Hermione glanced briefly around the room as he allowed the others to finish writing down what he had just said. Neville was falling asleep at his desk in the back, his lab partner, a Hufflepuff named Trini was idly playing with her hair. Her lab partner, Ron was next to her, doodling a small quidditch broom and golden snitch on his parchment. Harry was on the other side of her, sitting with his partner Blaise Zambini. They both were looking ratborebored and were flicking a small paper ball back and forth in the semblance of air hockey. Hermione caught a glance at Draco Malfoy, who had perched his chair oo leo legs, balancing off his desk. His partner, a Slytherin prefect, was staring at her paper. Hermione glanced back a Malfoy, her gaze drawn to his mouth, where he had a sugarquill between his lips. From where she was sitting, it looked like a cherry sugarquill.

Draco looked up and caught her glance. He quirked an eyebrow at her, then winked as she gulped. Hermione refused to look away, as he slid the sweet between his lips, leaving a slightly red tint on them. Draco’s tongue came out and licked the sweet juice off of his lips. Hermione’s mouth went dry, her mind playing a deadly game of “where-that-tongue-could-go-and-what-it-could-do.” Hermione mentally shook her head. This was not the time to be playing imaginary footsie with the ferret-boy across the room.

Draco saw Hermione lick her lips and smiled lazily in satisfaction. He knew that nothing could look more erotic than a sugarquill dancing between his lips. He saw her lick her lips again. Her tongue darting out and wetting those perfect, bow shaped lips. Ok, so maybe that definitely was more erotic than him licking his sugarquill. He watched in slow motion as she shifted her weight and crossed her legs. One long, tan limb crossing over the other. His eyes followed the line of that curvaceous leg, coming to an end at the plain white sock and mary jane oxford shoe. His eyes darted back up to hers, seeing her watch him. Draco smiled slowly. The sugarquill was between his lips again. He pulled it out and wrote a quick note on his parchment, his eyes never leaving Hermione’s.

Hermione shifted in her seat. She was sure that she was supposed to be doing something else than watch a candy flit between Draco’s lips. Her eyes kept his, in direct challenge, neither one willing to look away first.

“Longbottom, I see you sleeping back there, if you don’t wake up and pay attention to my class, then I’ll have no problem making sure you stay asleep for the rest of your natural life!” Snape’s dry voice cut through the world they had been weaving around themselves.

Neville sat up and blinked rapidly, desperately making an excuse that Snape would not take. “Leave it, Longbottom. Next time I find you asleep in here, your toad will not be the only thing missing. Five points from Gryffindor for sleeping in class.”

Neville gulped, but managed to nod his agreement.

“Good, now, back to the potion’s ingredients.”

Hermione strived to continue listening to the professor. She really did love Potions. More than any other class she had. She liked the logical way that everything fit together. How when one ingredient was mixed with others, it could cure someone of death, and how by changing just one of those ingredients, it could rob someone of life. However, no matter how hard she strived to continue with the note taking, her eyes kept wandering back to Malfoy’s table. The sneaky little Slytherin had managed to get a bit of red on his lower lip and seemed to be oblivious to the fact that it was there. Hermione itched to reach out and wipe that small smear of sticky sweetness of with her tongue. Hermione shook her head. This was not good. Her hormones were racing on and providing her head with other images that she would love to do the Head Boy’s lips. And what she would love his lips to do to her.

Draco looked up and caught her eyes again. Slowly, he brought the candy back up to his mouth, brushing it against his mouth. He saw Hermione’s eyes glaze over. He knew what she was thinking and where she’d like to have that quill go right now. He smiled to himself. She was there, in the palm of his hand. He slowly took a lick of the sweet quill and savored the taste on his tongue.

Hermione bit her lip in fascination. She sucked her breath in and chewed on the lower lip she had caught between her teeth. Her eyes smoldered as they danced over his face. His gray eyes had turned silver with desire as he swirled the surgarquill around again. Hermione’s eyes dilated, her lips parted. She re-crossed her legs and stared into Draco’s eyes, meeting his challenge head on. The smile left his lips and the quill left his mouth. He stared back, his eyes promising forbidden desires.

“And if our Head Boy and Girl would stop making eyes at each other, maybe I could finish this lecture and you all could continue on with making your potions.”

Hermione’s eyes shot forward and around her. Everyone was staring at her and Draco. Hermione blushed and mumbled an apology. Draco didn’t even try to apologize to his head of House, but looked straight ahead, his pen poised and ready for the assignment.

“As much as I hate to do this to my own house, ten points from Gryffindor and Slytherin. From now on, try to pay attention to class and not to your hormones.”

Hermione nodded and ducked her head. Draco gave a nonchalant nod and immediately finished copying the ingredients Snape had written on the board.

Hermione shook her head as Ron tried to get her attention. She didn’t want to look at him. She just wanted to shrink and hide away forever. She got caught. By Snape. She had lost points from her own House. And worst of all, she got caught making eyes at Malfoy.

Hermione raised her head and glanced over at him. He didn’t seem to be embarrassed in the least. He shot her a look and winked. Hermione bristled. She frowned. She would get her revenge. Oh how she would get her revenge.

***

Hermione was preparing for her last class of the day. She had her revenge all planned out. Right now, it was resting in her skirt pocket. Draco wouldn’t know what hit him.

Hermione hummed a snatch of a broadway song as she stepped out of her room. “Bring on the men….” She muttered to herself. She grinned at the challenge. She never stepped down from a challenge. “A little touch of sin,” she half sang, half chanted to herself as she gathered the courage of the Gryffindor soul that rested deep in herself and headed to Transfiguration.

***

Draco idly ran his hand through his hair as he leaned back in his chair, waiting for the rest of the class to get there. He was balancing his chair when he saw Hermione walk in and take her seat. She sat at the end of a row, near the front. He got a good look at her legs as she stood and shrugged out of her robe, draping it across the back of her chair.

Any healthy male would drool, and Draco was no exception. His natural male instinct was to grab her and run for the nearest broom closet. She was looking even more scrumptious then usual. Did he just say scrumptious?! Draco shook his head. He was going nuts. And he knew the reason for his out of character behavior. It was the curvaceous and well-developed female seated in front of him. Draco watched as she pulled out her notes. He watched the fabric across her well formed chest area stretch with her movements. Draco’s eyes almost fell out of his head as she accidentally dropped her quill on the floor and bent over to retrieve it. He smiled wickedly to himself. His wand came out before she could retrieve her quill and sent it rolling a little further away from her reach. Hermione glanced up at him, immediately suspecting him for the little trick. He gave her an innocent ‘who me?’ look and watched as she shrugged and stood up. Hermione bent down to retrieve her errant quill, giving Draco a perfect view of her well sculpted behind and long legs. A flash of white knickers had his mouth dry and his pants uncomfortably tight. She straightened and glanced back at him. Draco quickly pulled a straight face and pretended to look down at his notes.

Hermione sat back down and jotted down a note on her parchment. She acted nonchalant, but inside she was cheering. She had seen the look he had on his face. She had deliberately made her clothes just a smidge tighter and the skirt length that little bit shorter to show that little bit more of leg. She had deliberately dropped her quill and had retrieved it as she felt Draco deserved. She might have given a few other boys in the room the view as well, but she was pretty sure that Draco was the only watching her behind at the moment. Her efforts had paid off well, if Draco’s expression had said anything to the effort.

Professor McGonagall chose that moment to walk in, stragglers following behind her, quickly taking their seats. “Alright, ladies and gentlemen, I know this is the last class for many of you, but lets try to stay focused here today. That means you, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Zambini. I expect you both to pay attention.”

Both boys nodded in unison. Draco smirked. Weasley was getting in trouble, even with his head of House. He glanced over at the Gryffindor who had stayed in his thoughts and desires. She was currently searching in her pocket for something. He only half paid attention as she was unwrapping something, he diverted his attention instead to the thigh that once again had made its appearance from under her skirt. Whatever she had finished unwrapping, she immediately stuck in her mouth. Draco was sufficiently distracted from her leg and glanced at her lips, in time to see her drag a cherry lollipop from between her lips with a slight pop. Draco’s jaw dropped. He knew he had challenged her, but he hadn’t expected her to retaliate like this. He watched, fascinated, as she slowly ran the red lollipop across her lips, leaving a red smear across them, before her tongue followed the lollipop’s trail, cleaning up the red residue.

Hermione grinned to herself. She could feel his eyes on her, burning a hole through her. He was staring so intently, that he failed to notice the Professor asking him a question.

“Mr. Malfoy, while I appreciate intensity in my students, I think it would benefit you if you could focus that intensity on the class and not on your latesvenivenile issue.” Professor McGonagall gave him a hard look before returning to teaching her class. Draco grumbled to himself. He had been caught again, for the second time in one day, staring at the Head Girl. At least this time, the professor had not called attention to where his attention had been focused, although he was sure that she had noticed. She was a mean old bat, but she wasn’t stupid.

Draco tried to follow her lecture, but found his eyes once again being drawn to Hermione. Damn Granger! His breath hitched as he found her twirling the lollipop around in her mouth. He bit his lip, trying not to groan aloud. He could just imagine what that mouth could do for him. She pulled the lollipop out with a quiet popping sound. She crossed her legs and Draco’s eyes immediately followed the movement. He struggled again to tear his gaze back to the front of the room, just in time to catch the Professor’s next question.

Hermione’s arm shot up, the lollipop between her fingers as she dutifully answered the question regarding transfiguring an actual being into something inanimate. Draco adjusted his belt discreetly as Hermione smiled in pleasure when McGonagall agreed with her and continued on with the lecture. He almost lost his balance on the chair when Hermione ran her hand down her leg and back up, bringing the skirt a few inches higher. Draco slowly lowered his chair to the ground, trying to hide his obvious arousal with his robe. He was afraid that if she did much more, he would lose complete control and take her on the desk in front of everyone. Draco swallowed and leaned forward onto the desk, desperately trying to focus on the class.

Hermione smiled to herself. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him cover his lap with his robe and lower the chair to the ground. He was almost in the palm of her hand. It was time to up the stakes.

She leaned a bit back, giving him a better view of her. She slowly dragged the lollipop out of her mouth, making the popping sound again. Her mouth was slightly red, just as his had been earlier that day. Instead of licking the juice away immediately, she sat there with it glistening on her lips, taunting him. He was just too far away. If it was up to him, he’d lean over and lick it up for her. He’d make sure that every trace of the sticky sweetness was cleaned off.

Hermione lifted her hand and trailed a finger over her lips, catching up the lollipop’s trace amounts of sugar on her lips. She quickly made sure that Draco’s attention was focused on her before she took her finger deep into her mouth.

Draco almost fell out of his seat, this time he couldn’t blame it on balancing on two legs. He was riveted as she drew the finger in her mouth, sucked on it for a moment, then slowly dragged it out again. He almost flew from his chair when he saw that same finger trace her lips, then float over her throat and the sensitive part of her neck. Her hand passed by her breast on it’s downward trail, lingering for a moment. A breath of a caress he she side of her breast left Draco’s mouth dry as he caught he deliberate, but fleeting caress of her side. Her hand finally rested on her other arm in an innocent, but seductive pose. The other hand still gripped the lollipop and Draco almost dreaded what she would do next.

His eyes flicked towards the front. The lecture was winding down, but was still a good while from being finished. He’d have to remind himself to get the notes from Hermione, otherwise he’d be hopelessly behind from today’s little diversion. Making a mental note, he almost missed Hermione’s next move. She brought the lollipop back up to her mouth, sticking her reddened tongue out to swirl it around the tip of the lollipop before finally submersing the sweet back into her mouth. Draco’s breath hitched as he watched half of the stick disappear without any effort on her part. She seemed to absently push it further in, bumping the candy further down her throat before pulling it forward again.

Draco’s eyes were glazed with desire as he continued to watch her make love to her lollipop. He desperately wanted to grab her, haul her up and kiss her senseless before flipping her over onto her desk and ramming himself into her. Draco’s eyes widened as she let her hand casually caress her thigh, brushing the skirt up again. He caught sight of a sliver of her panties again. Draco shuddered. had had to get a hold of himself. This was not the time or the place to lose control. If nothing else, he’d have to get her back for this little deed. But first, he had to get control of his hormones. They had raced so far off, that it was hard to reign in control. He almost lost it again as she brushed her hand over her thighs, again leaving a fleeting caress across the bottom of her breasts.

Hermione smiled to herself. It was time to finish this. She turned her face and caught his eyes with her own. His gray eyes smoldered with desire as she slowly smiled, slipping the lollipop into her mouth again. She twirled it around in her mouth, never breaking eye contact. She let the candy slide out. She gave him a mea meaningful look.

Draco’s eyes burned into hers. She had done this all deliberately, his fogged brain slowly reminded him. She looked deep into his eyes, seeking out his desires, before finishing it right then and there.

Hermione brought the lollipop up again and with a quick and final snap of her jaws, broke the lollipop and chewed, coming up with the bubblegum filling.

Draco winced as she bit down on the lollipop. Ouch, not what he was expecting as she mercifully ended the torment. She grinned at him before blowing a bubble in his direction and then turned her attention back to Professor McGonagall who was wrapping up the lecture with a brief assignment for the weekend.

Draco sat there stunned. She had trumped him, he, Draco Malfoy. If was unconceivable. He couldn’t believe that she had bested him with his own game. Draco snapped to attention as students around him began to get up and grab their things. Hermione slowly gathered her books and parchments. She sauntered past a still slightly dazed Malfoy. She leaned down briefly to whisper in his ear. “You’re not the only one who knows how to play games.” With that, she straightened and headed out the door to return to their dormitories.

Draco quickly grabbed his items and was about to chase after when Professor McGonagall halted him.

“Mister Malfoy, can I see you for a moment?” It wasn’t a request, but an order. Draco gave up the idea of chasing after the impertinent Gryffindor seductress for the time being. He’d catch up with her later that evening in their shared dormitory. Suddenly he found being Head Boy a great perk with a Head Girl like Hermione in the room next to his.

“Yes, Professor?” he asked as he turned back to her.

***

Draco’s ear still stung as he trudged back to their shared common room. He had gotten a thorough dressing down from the Head ryffryffindor House. She had told him how she didn’t appreciate his attention being distracted from his studies and how if she caught his thoughts wandering again, she’d have no problem deducting points from Slytherin. Draco shook his head. She had then gone on to say that the Head Boy was to set an example for his peers and apparently staring at the Head Girl’s antics was certainly not a good example. Of course she left Hermione out of her tirade, blaming the entire incident on him.

“Did you see Hermione today?” Draco paused as he overheard two young men muttering as they walked in front of him from a connecting hallway. He listened as the two sixth year Ravenclaws strolled towards the Great Hall.

“Did I ever!” the other answered in obvious approval and admiration for the beautiful Head.

Draco grinned, he could understand the boys’ musings. She had looked damn good today. “I wanted to toss her down and fuck her right there in Transfiguration, in front of McGonagall!” the other muttered. His friend laughed raucously, agreeing in return.

Draco frowned. This wouldn’t do at all. Others could admire, but there would be not fucking His Hermione in Transfiguration unless it was him doing the fucking. He shook his head. Where did that come from? Draco again shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, listening once again to the boys.

“I swear, she’s a hottie. I envy Malfoy, sharing a dormitory with her. I would do more than just share a bathroom.”

The boys laughed again, implying they’d be sharing a bedso wso with the girl.

“Let me tell you, when she bent over to grab that quill, I almost lost it. She’s got one firm ass.” That was it. Draco had heard enough.

“Ten points from Ravenclaw,” he snapped. The boys froze and turned to look at their disapproving Head Boy. “For disrespecting a fellow student and the Head Girl.”

The boys stammered a denial. Draco waved his hand. “Enough. While I’m sure you’ll continue with your sick little observations later, I would rather not hear them in the common hallways, understood?”

Both boys nodded curtly. Draco strode past them, an aura of arrogance and leadership still resonating from him. He was well down the hall when he picked up a last, low-voiced comment that almost had him turning around and hexing the boys.

“That didn’t stop him from taking a good look up her drawers earlier.”

Draco gritted his teeth. Stupid boys, stupid idiots who couldn’t keep their mouths closed and their perverted thoughts to themselves. Nevermind that their thoughts had run along the same road as Draco’s own. Draco continued to stride towards his room. When he finally reached it, he growled the password and the portrait of the pirate swung open, giving the Head Boy a hard glare before rolling his eyes and returning to his original position.

Draco stormed in and threw his books on the coffee table in the common room. In spite of being sexually frustrated, he was still angry that others had noticed Hermione’s actions in class. She had put on that rather provocative show for him and only him. She had proven that she was a worthy opponent and had accepted his challenge, retaliating even better than he had anticipated. Draco groaned and flopped down on the couch. He shut his eyes and replayed her actions in the classroom. With Hermione’s mouth around a lollipop and then on his lips is how he drifted off to sleep.

***

Hermione sat on her bed and idyll plucked at her keyboard on her laptop. She’d had it magically altered by Arthur Weasley so that it would work on school grounds. She was staring at the email from her parents, not really bothering to read the words in front of her. Her mind was still going over her rather bold actions in the classroom. Draco’s reaction had been more than enough of a reward, but she was left still slightly frustrated. She wanted nothing more than to seek out the Slytherin and finish what they begun.

Hermione shook her head. She couldn’t believe that she was thinking this. They had been enemies for so long and now she was fantasizing about him. If she was truthful with herself, she would have admitted that she had been fantasizing about him for a few years now, but this was the first time she had ever acted so boldly upon her attraction to the blonde Slytherin. They had flirted occasionally, but this had took the cake. Her hands lightly skimmed over her breasts. Remembering how they had tightened as his mouth was playing with the sugarquill. She imagined that delicious mouth moving over her lips, then over her breasts. Hermione moaned lightly. Her fingers brushing again against her nipples. The light caress was Draco’s hands. She could see him running his long, calloused fingers over her body. Hermione moaned again, her legs parting slightly as a bolt of desire flared through her body. She slowly unbuttoned her school top and shrugged out of it.

She stood and went to her wardrobe, ready to change into her jeans and tank top. She slipped out of her skirt and left it in a puddle on the floor. She faced the mirror. She stood there in only her bra and panties. Slowly she ran her hands over her breasts again. She took a hardened nipple in one hand through the lace of her bra and rolled it between her fingers, imagining once again that it was Draco’s hands. Her other hand floated over her ribcage, fluttering down her stomach and towards her panties. She slipped it under the elastic and ran a delicate finger across the seam of her nether lips. Hermione moaned again. She arched her back slightly in pleasure.

Hermione backed up onto the bed and lay down on it, spreading her legs further apart. Her hands continued their dance over her most sensitive areas. Slowly exploring, Hermione imagined Draco kissing her throat, moving down, past her breasts, slowly kissing her flat stomach and trailing lower.

“Draco…”she murmured.

***

Draco roused himself from sleep. He heard faint strains of music coming from Hermione’s room across the common room. He shook his head. He wanted nothing more than to go over and push open the door and claim Hermione for his own. He shook his head. No. They were still playing. And he was determined to win the next round.

***

Hermione roused herself from the sleep of a somewhat satisfied, if still slightly frustrated woman. She cast a quick scourgify spell and righted herself. She slipped into her muggle clothes and ran a brush through her hair, throwing it into a pony tail. Hermione walked out of her room. She glanced towards Draco’s room, but seeing the door shut, she had no reason to find out if he was there. She saw that he had left his books on the table in the main room. She shrugged. His problem, not hers. With that thought, she headed down to the Great Hall for some dinner.

***

Draco stared at Hermione from across the tables. She met his gaze directly. She sent him a seductive smile and slipped her fork full of death by chocolate into her mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed in pleasure. Draco gripped the table. He watched the look of pure bliss flash across her features. She opened up her dark eyes and glanced at him with a look of pure desire that Draco had to shift uncomfortably as his pants became extremely tight.

“Draco,” a voice whined next to him. Draco tore his gaze from Hermione’s mouth that still had a spot of chocolate left on it’s lower half and glanced down at Pansy who was at his side, with her arm possessively around his. Draco frowned. When had she wrapped herself around him? He couldn’t recall. Draco tried to pry her arms from around his.

“What, Pansy?” he asked brusquely.

“I was wondering if you’d like to come with me to get a butterbeer in Hogsmeade next weekend,” she whined petulantly. Draco almost laughed. He hadn’t been with Pansy in months. She held no promise for him anymore. He’d had her a few times and had quickly gotten bored. And yet she still clung to him, hoping and wishing for more.

“I doubt it Pansy. I’ve got plans.” He glanced back over to Hermione. Her eyes had landed on Pansy and he thought he saw a flash of anger cross her features. Good. He hoped she was jealous, because at that moment, he saw Seamus reach over and grab a roll from her plate, brushing his arm across her chest. He saw it, she felt it, and both were filled with unexplainable feelings. Draco was startled to find that he felt rather jealous and slightly possessive of the brown-haired Head. Hermione felt slightly angry that Seamus had dared to touch her. It was not his place and while she would admit he had grown up to be very handsome, there was only one person she wanted to touch her right now. Only one person who had stirred the fire in her body into a full blaze and he was looking up right now at her. Hermione quirked an eyebrow at him and he shrugged as he once again tried to disengage the clingy pug-faced girl.

Hermione had a sudden idea. It was a bold move, but she was tiring of games. She excused herself from her housemates and slipped around the table. She headed towards the Slytherin table, as she walked, her hips swayed. The low cut jeans accented her every move as she stopped next to Draco.

“Can I help you, Granger?” he asked coldly, secretly loving the fact that she had come to rescue him. He was just as willing to end the games now.

“We need to talk, Malfoy,” she responded with the same amount of coldness in her tone as his had had. She leaned over as she had spoken, her hot breath brushing his ear. Draco suppressed a shudder of pleasure.

Pansy glared at the Gryffindor. “What could you possibly have to say to Draco? You’re just a filthy mudblood.”

Hermione frowned. “I’d be careful if I were you, Parkinson. I am Head Girl now. You would do well to address me with a bit more respect.” She straightened, her breasts brushing against his shoulder. Draco once again al shu shuddered. He promised to get her back for that. “And because you’re so interested, we do have duties as Head Boy and Girl. We need to set up an alternative schedule for patrols.”

Pansy sniffed. “What ever does that need the two of you for?”

Draco had had enough. He stood, disentangling himself from the girl. He got revenge on Hermione by brushing his palm across the front of her jeans and then once again across her rear, granting a quick, hidden pinch to the denim-clad flesh. Hermione almost jumped. The pain was beautiful and she fought a flush of desire. “I’ll see you later, Pansy.” He gestured for Hermione to proceed him, but she flashed him a saucy grin before leaning down in front of him so that she could whisper in Pansy’s ear. Her side was lightly brushing against the front of his pants. Draco tightened his hands into fists.

“You know, maybe we’ll work, but I really just want to take him away for a quick shag. You understand, don’t you?”

Pansy growled in response. “Like he’d touch a mudblood like you!”

Hermione lifted an eyebrow. “Well, that’s true, but then, when was the last time he touched you?” Hermione asked, knowing full well that the last time they’d been a couple had been months ago in the previous ye Rum Rumor had it that he’d been bored with the sexual board called Pansy Parkinson.

Hermione straightened. Draco had to keep from laughing at Pansy’s expression and followed Hermione out of the Great Hall. People stared after them. Most quickly went back to their meals, deciding that whatever had just happened was really a misunderstanding, after all, everyone knew the two hated each other.

Ron and Harry exchanged worried and slightly confused looks. Hermione knew how to take care of herself, she’d proved it time and time again, but they still couldn’t help but act like the big brothers they were. They just hoped that she knew what she was doing by riling up Pansy.

***

They exited the Great Hall and moved down a corridor towards their dorm. Draco looked around, making sure no one was around, before grabbing Hermione and pulling her off to a side corridor and into his embrace. He quickly pushed her against a wall and settled his lips over hers possessively. Hermione groaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, returning his heated kiss. Her mouth opened and invited his tongue in. A rough battle between them was raged in their mouths, each fighting for dominance of the kiss.

Draco’s hands roamed down her back and settled onto her rear, squeezing. He lifted her up and Hermione immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing his erection up against her. Hermione moaned at the contact. Draco ground his hips into hers, making her moan in pleasure again. Draco lifted his head slightly and his lips left hers to trail over her neck, sucking at the nerves that connected her shoulder and neck. Hermione groaned louder this time. She took Draco’s head and forced his head back up to hers where she kissed him hard. She tangled one hand in his hair and the other roamed down his back. Her legs gripped his waist tighter, brining him flush against her. It was Draco’s turn to groan aloud. His hand made it’s way up under her tank top to rest on her breast. He was about to slide it under the bra that barred his access to her bare flesh when they both heard students talking and laughing as they exited the Great Hall.

They stopped kissing and sucked in much needed air. Hermione groaned in frustration and buried her face in the crook of his neck. Draco sighed in annoyance. If it wasn’t for the fact that he really wasn’t into public displays, he’d have quickly given her what they both yearned for, regardless of who was watching. He would have paid a fortune to see Potty and Weasel’s faces when they caught Hermione and him fucking.

Hermione lifted her head from Draco’s shoulder and laid a quick kiss on his neck. She unwrapped her legs and slowly slid down his front. Draco groaned as she slipped down, dragging here body across his rather painfully hard cock.

Hermione pulled out of his arms and quickly righted her hair and shirt. She sent him a smoldering look before leaving first, allowing him to right his appearance and regain his composure. She looked a hell of a lot more composed than he did, he thought to himself. If figured. He was all hot and bothered and she looked like she had just come from doing homework or something as mundane as finishing dinner. Draco licked his lips, tasting the remnants of her dessert on his lips. Well, maybe she could be his dessert… With that thought, Draco pushed off the wall and followed behind Hermione.

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Hermione walked into their common room and waited patiently for Draco to return. She stretched out on the couch and picked up his Advanced Potions book. She opened it and the sugarquill he had previously been teasing her with fell into her lap. Hermione picked it up and an evil grin crossed her lips.

Hermione waited for Draco patiently, enjoying this game of cat and mouse they had been playing. Hermione giggled to herself. She had told Pansy the truth. She had stolen Draco for a quick shag. Hermione absently brushed the sugarquill across her mouth. She heard the portrait opening and in stepped Draco. He immediately spotted her on the couch. He strode over to her. Hermione held up her hand.

“Stop right there, Malfoy.”

Draco frowned. “Hermione, what the hell?”

Hermione raised an eyebrow. “You know this all started with one thing.” She held up the sugarquill. Draco smirked, but was still slightly confused. She got up off the couch and stood in front of him. She dragged the sugarquill across her lips, letting her tongue lightly wet it. She then dragged it across his mouth. Draco watched her intently.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since Potions,” she murmured. She leaned forward and took a hold of his bottom lip between hers and sucked. She pulled it into his mouth, then did the same for his upper lip, tasting the deliciously sweet mixture of Draco and sugary sweet sugarquill. “Mmmm,” she purred into his mouth. “Better than I imagined.”

Draco’s hands came up to grip her waist. “Lets skip this part and get back to where we were,” he growled into her ear.

Hermione frowned in thought. “I don’t know, Draco. I kinda like this bit of foreplay. I think it’s only fitting that we end this with how we started it.” She brushed the sugarquill across her lips thoughtfully. Draco’s arms tightened around her.

\"Okay,” he murmured. “You win, alright?” His hands traveled down her back to cup her derriere and pull her flush against him. “You win. You’re the queen of games.”

Hermione shook her head. “No, luv, I’m the queen of flirtation, you are the king of games,” she giggled and then brushed her hips against his. “And now you’d better take me to a room, cause otherwise I’m stripping you right here.”

Draco wasted no time and threw her over his shoulder. He went to his room and kicked the door shut behind them.

He tossed her onto the bed and immediately followed. “I don’t know why I want this, you, but I do.” He shook his head in confusion. “I want you more than anyone else I’ve ever wanted.” He nuzzled her neck for a moment. “You make me crazy, Granger, you know that? And no one has ever been able to make me lose control like I’ve done too many times today.”

Hermione grinned. “I’ll be honest, Malfoy. I’ve been fantasizing about you for awhile.” She ran her hands through his hair and down his back to his butt, where she squeezed it affectionately. “I’ve always wondered how you were in bed.” She giggled as he rolled his hips into hers. “And I’ve always wanted to find out first hand how big your dick was.”

Draco grinned. “I hope I meet your expectations, my lady.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow as she felt the evidence of his desire against her core. “Oh I’m sure I won’t be disappointed.” Her eyes turned serious for a moment. “Is this right, Draco? Forget hormones for just a minute.” Draco looked down at her, instantly comprehending what she meant.

“I’m different than I was a few years ago, Hermione.”

“I know that, but still, you’ve got this image, and I’m, well, I’m a Gryffindor-muggle-born.” Hermione looked up into his eyes.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen Hermione. Maybe after this, we’ll both decide to just leave it as it was, or maybe this will turn into something more. I’ll say one thing. We’ve been flirting all semester and I’ve had enough. I want you, ‘Mione. I know that much.”

Hermione nodded. She threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled his lips down to hers.

Draco responded quickly. They each threw consequences and tomorrow out of their minds as they began to kiss harder. Draco’s tongue slid into her mouth. Hermione arched up as his hands reached her breasts. Draco smiled against her lips as he quickly pulled her shirt up. Hermione leaned up, allowing him to pull the shirt up. She reluctantly broke their kiss so he could completely remove her shirt. She nuzzled her way to his neck and began kissing and sucking. Her fingers flew to his shirt and begun unbuttoning it slowly. Each inch of skin she bared, she ran her fingers over and elicited small groans from Draco.

Frustrated with their position. She flipped him over and straddled his thighs. She moved her mouth from his neck and slid it down over his chest. She finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it off of his shoulders. She gazed down in admiration at his finely toned chest.

“Quidditch has done you good.” She glanced up at him. Draco grinned cockily. Hermione leaned back down and began scattering kisses over his chest, paying special attention to his nipples. Draco groaned loudly as she pulled one nipple into her mouth and tweaked the other. He buried his hands in her hair, pulling out the band that was holding it up in a tail. The tresses instantly tumbled around her shoulders in an amber haze. Draco buried his hands in the mass of curls and brought her mouth up to his for another searing kiss. Hermione grinned to herself, as a hand slid down his chest to his pants. She began to unbutton it when Draco shook his head.

“Not yet, dearie,” he warned before flipping them again. He continued to kiss her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth with passion and finesse. Hermione moaned as he lowered his hips to come into contact with her core. Hermione spread her knees apart, propping her legs up on the mattress for leverage. She bucked her hips and Draco had to bite his lip to keep his reaction under control. Still he let out a groan and kissed her again.

One hand encompassed her breast as his other hand propped him up as he kissed a line down her throat to her pulse point. She sighed as he made his way back up her throat to behind her ear. Hermione moaned as he sucked at her spot. Right behind her ear. Draco grinned. He had been right, she liked this. Hermione moaned again, heat coursing through her as desire pooled between her legs. She felt her knickers dampen as he continued to lick and such at her spot. Draco soon let his lips wander again and made his way down to her collarbone and then down to her left breast. Her right still in his hand.

Draco frowned. That damn bra was still on. Hermione giggled as he muttered angrily and quickly unsnapped the front clasp and fell back onto her breasts. Hermione gasped as she felt him first lick then blow lightly on her hardened nipple. She arched her back, bringing her chest closer to his face. Draco smiled with masculine pride. He slid his hand up her arm and drew the bra straps off of her arms. She arched up and allowed him to slide the bra completely off of her form. He chucked it into the darkness of his room. Hermione giggled. She figured she’d have a hard time finding all of her clothes when the time came to leave. Draco’s lips moved over her stomach. Not that she’d want to leave anytime soon, if at all….

Draco came to her jeans. He dipped him tongue underneath the waistband. Hermione gasped. He undid the top button and slowly slid down her zipper. He then grazed his fingers down her legs. He sat up and ran his hands down to her feet. He pulled off one oxford shoe and then the other then stripped off her socks. He quickly pulled off his own shoes and socks. Draco returned to her mouth and kissed her hard.

Suddenly a thought struck him. “Hermione,” he questioned as he pulled away.

“Yeah?” she asked, breathless.

“Are you a virgin?” Draco tried to calm his breathing. If this was her first time, he’d have to go slower. To make it good for her.

Hermione smiled tenderly. “No,” she murmured and stroked his hair from his face. She curved her fingers around his chin and pulled him in for a tender kiss that said she understood what he had meant.

He pulled back and looked into her eyes, reading acceptance and eagerness that matched his own. “Thank Merlin,” he muttered and fell back onto her, his lips immediately claiming hers passionately. He pushed her back and his fingers went to her jeans again. Hermione helped him and lifted her hips allowing him to slip them off of her legs along with her panties. She reached down and began to fiddle with his as well. Draco sat up and quickly pulled them off then returned to her. He stroked one hand down her side, coming to rest on her hip, the other supported his upper body, keeping him from crushing her. His hand went on and found her center. Hermione gasped as his fingers traced her folds, testing her damp center.

Draco groaned. She was so ready for him. So wet and ready. He slid a finger along her seam and slipped his finger into her passage. It was tight and hot. Draco kissed her hard. She seemed to understand as she trailed her fingers down his back and then moved them over his chest before venturing over to his manhood. She smiled to herself. It was definitely larger than her last boyfriend’s. Much larger, she concluded as her fingers continued to explore his member.

Draco’s cock twitched when she touched it. Her delicate hands wrapped around it and massaged the tip. Draco nearly shouted his pleasure as she continued to stroke him. Hermione smiled against his lips and bit his bottom lip playfully. Draco groaned and allowed another finger to join the first inside her. Hermione gasped at the feeling. She bucked her hips.

“Draco! More!” His fingers continued to slide in and out, picking up speed.

Hermione shook her head. It wasn’t enough. She slid her fingers from his large cock and grabbed his ass. She pulled him towards her, spreading her legs further apart. Draco took the hint.

“I want to feel you, Draco. All of you, inside me.”

Draco grinned. “As you say, my dear,” he whispered huskily into her ear. He brought himself to her entrance, but paused. Hermione whimpered in anticipation. When he didn’t enter her, she opened her eyes to glare at him. Draco chuckled and bent his head, his eyes fixed on hers. He teased her entrance with his cock, slowly, torturously, sliding up and down along her folds, flicking briefly over her clit. Hermione moaned in reply. Draco dipped his head down and caught her lips. With that, he pulled away and entered into her with one smooth, deep thrust. Hermione gasped in surprise then sighed happily. He felt so good, filling her completely.

Draco groaned. Her heat completely surrounded him. He paused for a moment, enjoying the feel of her around him before beginning to move.

Hermione sighed blissfully as he slowly began to move between her thighs. She felt the friction of the slow pace and gasped. Quickly she became agitated by his slow, teasing pace. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him to her tighter.

“Faster, Draco. I want it hard and fast.” A growl emanated from the back of his throat at her demand. He complied and pulled back, almost completely out of her before slamming back into her. He adjusted his pace and soon both he and Hermione were spinning with pleasure. She saw stars as he continued up his pace.

Draco grunted as she squeezed her thighs around him, trying to get closer. Draco shifted and took her leg and draped it over his shoulder, shifting their position slightly. Hermione gasped at the new position. She could feel every inch of him as he continued to slam into her. Hermione shouted as she felt her walls convulse. She stiffened and then relaxed as her orgasm hit her. Draco tried to hang on, he wanted this to last, but he felt her walls tighten around him and he almost lost it. Draco slammed into Hermione a few more times before he shouted and spilled himself into her.

Draco pulled out of Hermione and then lay next to her. Hermione turned and snuggled into his chest.

“That was fantastic,” she murmured.

“That it was, luv, that it was.” He absently kissed the top of her head while smoothing down her hair. He ran his hand through the mass of curls as she put her head on his chest. Draco smiled down her. Her delicate face lifted up and her eyes met his.

“Draco?” she asked.

“Hm?” he asked.

“Can we do that again soon? I don’t think I’ve quite gotten enough of you to leave this alone.”

Draco grinned. He pulled her face up to his. He dropped a quick, but passionate kiss on her upturned lips. “I feel the same way. Whatever we have, we’ve got a lot of it.” He grinned. “Besides, next time, I’m setting the pace and I swear to make you moan, cry and beg for me by the time we’re finished.”

“We’ll just see about that.” Suddenly she began to giggle.

Draco looked at her. “What?” he finally asked irritated.

“Poor Pansy. I guess I won’t be lying next time I tell her I’m dragging you away for a quick shag.”

“Hmmm,” Draco smiled. “Technically, you didn’t lie to her this time either.” He nuzzled her hair, smelling mint and lavender. “Did I ever thank you for that save earlier today from her? I meant to, but then your lips seemed to have distracted me.”

“No, I don’t think you did.”

“Thanks, ‘Mione, for saving me from the clutches of Pansy.”

Hermione laughed. “Anytime.” She was about to stand up when he wrapped his arm around her back.

“Oh no you don’t. You’re going to lie there for the rest of the night,” Draco kissed her nose as it wrinkled. “And tomorrow, I’m going to make good my promise.”

Hermione smiled seductively. “You do that. But I plan on seducing you at least once more this night.”

Draco laughed. “I wont object much!”

Hermione snuggled her head into his chest. “I just bet you won’t.”

“By the way, Hermione, since you seemed to have sufficiently distracted me from Transfigurations today, I’m going to need both the notes and the assignment.”

Hermione giggled. “I can do that. I didn’t really take many notes today though.” She smiled up at him. “I was working hard to keep you distracted. But since you mentioned it, I might have to take a look at your Potions notes, since I seemed to have been occupied during part of class.” Draco murmured an assent.

Hermione smiled in satisfaction. She congratulated herself on a rather good performance. She had put up quite a fight, turning the table on the king of games. She nuzzled deeper into Draco’s side, sighing happily. Hermione’s eyes closed and she quickly dozed off. Draco pulled Hermione closer. He had never felt this way before. And now he was rather enjoying it. He kept her in his arms the rest of the night.

He had no idea who had won the game of flirtation, but he decided that he’d give it to her. After all, he’d never seen a sexier way to eat blowpops.

Draco kissed her forehead and quickly fell asleep.

-FIN-

Who do you think won that game of flirtation? Well, sis, I finished it for you. I stayed up till 5:30 to do so, but I fucking finished it. Okay, bed time, now….yes, sleep would be good…..

By the way, I know some parts are a bit OOC, but hey it’s my story, and I kinda like the idea of Hermione being a bit bad and a bit more knowledgeable in certain areas.

I\'m debating writing a sequel, please READ AND REVIEW!!!!! If you all want a sequel, I need to know now, so I can start working on it! Arigato!