Just for Tonight

Title: Just for Tonight
Rating: M
Summary: “Yes! Um, yeah… I’m fine really. I just slipped in the bath and hurt myself. I’m ok, though.” She hadn’t thought yet of the story she was going to tell Ron and Harry if they were to ask her whereabouts.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything is this story other than the plot.
Author’s Note: Ok, so this isn’t my first time writing fanfiction, but it is my first time writing Harry Potter fanfiction as well as my first time writing smut. So, I hope this story isn’t too disappointing, haha.

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“Bye, Hermione!”

“See you later, ‘Mione.” Ron and Harry said as left her sitting at a table in the library.

“Bye, guys.” She knew that they didn’t like sitting in the library and studying for hours on end like she did, but she figured she could at least spend some time with them. They haven’t been inviting her to do much of anything anymore. Granted, going flying, playing quiddich, and checking out girls wasn’t something she would be itching to do, but she felt that at least they could invite her. So, she invited them to do something. Or rather, she reminded them that they had a paper do for Potions the next day, and promised that she would help them with it if they accompanied her to the library. Hermione thought that if she helped them do all the work, short of writing their papers, they would be more inclined to stay. She obviously thought wrong. They hadn’t even been in the library for half an hour before Lavender and Pavarti waltzed by, inviting the boys for an “evening stroll.”

“Evening stroll, my arse.” Hermione muttered to herself. Of course she knew that they were growing boys, almost seventeen with raging hormones, but she still didn’t feel that justified them completely ignoring her. Ok, so maybe they weren’t completely ignoring her; if you want to call the normal pleasantries and a few “can you help me on these assignments” paying her attention. In all honesty, she was really starting to hate being alone.

She used to like her alone time, but that was when she couldn’t get Harry and Ron to leave her be for more than five minutes. Now, though, she only wished that were the problem. She supposed she could always try and get closer with the other girls. Although she didn’t flaunt it, Hermione was still a girl. She liked make-up (not on herself, mind you), and she liked boys. She had subscriptions to magazines at home that she read during breaks. She was into movies and gossip, too. But that just wasn’t her life here at Hogwarts. Here she was a student, and she needed to devote her time to her studies and getting good grades. It would help her in the end, after graduation, when she was applying for jobs. And where would all the other girls be at that time? Struggling to find work with their average education, because they spent too much time lolly-gagging their way through school. She would have all the time in the world to do all the girly sort of stuff as soon as she finished school. But for now, she was stuck here, without any real girlfriends, and with best friends that don’t pay her attention.

She heard the door of the library open and saw Ginny walk in. Hermione was about the grab her stuff and go talk to Ginny but decided against it when she saw her run up to someone else. Ever since Harry had started seeking attention from other girls (not that he really needed to seek; he was Harry Potter) Ginny had stopped hanging around with them. Ginny knew that Harry was looking for someone who wanted to have fun and snog, and then wouldn’t be hurt when he found another girl to do that same thing with. But Ginny was not that type of girl. So she broke away from the group that she had been trying so hard to fit in with and turned her sights elsewhere. Seamus Finnigan, more specifically. Turns out her and Seamus got on quite well and have been seeing each other. Not that the news was very public at the moment. Hermione is still surprised at the fact that they have been dating for the past 4 months and the news of their relationship hadn’t broke yet. Or maybe it had but people just weren’t interested. She couldn’t blame Ginny for not wanting to publicize her relationship with Seamus, though, with Mr. Punch-first-ask-questions-later as her older brother. Hermione giggle softly at the nickname she gave Ron. Her giggles died down and she was again left feeling sorry for herself.

“This is insane!” Hermione stated exasperatedly. She wasn’t going sit there and have her own pity party anymore. She began to clean up her area and put her books into her bag.

“Talking to yourself, Granger?” Came the arrogant drawl from behind her.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” Hermione asked without turning around.

“Ultimate power, for your kind to be exterminated, world domination, female domination.” Malfoy said, smirking at her. Hermione turned around looking disgusted.

“Didn’t know you were the submissive type. But then again, you do bow down to your Master, so I should have guessed.” She barely had enough time to gasp before she felt herself being turned around and pushed into the bookshelf that was once behind her. Her cheek made a slight smacking sound as it connected with the leather bound books on the shelf. Malfoy pushed against her from behind, trapping her body between him and the shelf. Tangling a hand in her hair, he pulled her head back.

“Better than bowing down to Scarhead.” He snapped. “But you’re probably used to being on your knees for him anyway.”

“You’re just jealous that Harry gets all the girls and you’re stuck with Pansy. A little frustrated lately, Malfoy?” Hermione had no idea why that came out of her mouth. Leave it to the ferret to bring out the worst in her.

“Quite a mouth you have there, Granger” Malfoy actually looked amused. “Too bad you’re a mudblood or I would be inclined to see what else it could do.”

“Let me go, Malfoy! Harry and Ron will be back soon. So why don’t you save yourself the embarrassment of getting your arse kicked, and bugger off.” She had really had enough of this little power play and she was getting a kink in her neck.

“Such language, Miss Granger. What would the Headmaster say about a Prefect using those words? Especially, against another Prefect. Nice try there, though. If I hadn’t seen Potty and Weasel snogging some Griffyndor whores outside I might have actually believed you.” Then he pushed her cheek back into the books and leaned in to whisper into her ear. “Seems to me that you spend an awful time alone lately. Did your boys finally realize that you’re not good for much other than a quick fuck? And that they could get better elsewhere?” With that he let her go and backed away. She stood facing the shelf so he wouldn’t see the tears in her eyes. His words had hit hard. She didn’t have the sexual relationship that Malfoy liked to imply she had with Harry or Ron, but still. What if the boys did only find her good for a few things, such as helping with their homework and getting them out of trouble? Ignoring her was one thing, but forgetting about her? That was something that she wasn’t ready to deal with… that she couldn’t deal with.

“We have rounds tomorrow tonight. Try not to be late.” And with that, Malfoy left. And Hermione was left in her thoughts again. A dangerous place for her lately.



It was dinnertime and everyone was down in the Great Hall eating, except for Hermione. She was up in her room still thinking over what Malfoy had said to her. She knows that she should never take anything he said to heart, but what he said had been true. If he could see it, then how many other people could see it, too? It really made her angry that Harry and Ron couldn’t see that the friendship that has always existed between them has all but evaporated. Hermione knew that she should go down to the Hall and eat something, but she just couldn’t find her appetite. She resolved that she would go relax in a hot bath.



Hermione entered the prefect’s bathroom, locked the door and set her stuff down on a bench near one of the baths. After turning on the faucet she began to strip off her clothing. She grabbed a hair clip she had brought in with her, twirled her hair up into a semi-contained mound of curls and then secured her hair with the clip. She tested the water. It was to the point at where the temperature would be almost unbearably hot and she smile.

“Perfect.”

“I know I am. But thanks for the compliment.” Hermione screamed, and spun around. Too fast, though, because she lost her balance and fell backwards into the bath. Breaking the surface on her way up, she sputtered and coughed, trying to catch her breath again. Hermione pushed the wet hair sticking to her face, which obviously had fallen out of the clip during her unceremonious entrance into the bath, out of her way and glared at the intruder.

“What the bloody hell are you doing in here, Malfoy?”

“You keep coming at me with that mouth, Granger, I might well forget your blood line.” Malfoy, clad in nothing but a very small towel resting low on his hips, said sauntering over to the edge of the bath, and peering down at her. “Furthermore, I might even ask you nicely to come at me with that body of yours too.” Realizing that she was seated before Malfoy with nothing to cover her but the water, and that did so much, she gasped and threw her arms across her chest and crossed her legs.

“Get out of here! Go you – you pervert! Peeping Tom! I can’t–” She stopped when she realized that he wasn’t listening to her. In fact, he was laughing. Or well, she thought that was what he was doing. She wasn’t too accustomed to anything other than insults, sneers, and smirks coming from the ferret. “What? I see nothing funny about this!”

“Of course you wouldn’t. However, had you know that you walk in on me. You locked us both in this bathroom here and proceeded to give me a strip show… Well, then I think you might think this is quite humorous.” Hermione glared at him again. “Or maybe not.”

“What are you talking about? No one was in here when I came in. The door wasn’t locked. And most certainly, you weren’t here!”

“See now, that’s where you’re wrong. Not about the door not being locked, though, I’ll give you that. It wasn’t. However, I was in here before you. The fact that you didn’t see me is not my fault. The fact the you took your clothes off for me, however much I enjoyed it, again, is not my fault.” He was getting too close to her bath, so she backed away even further. “What’s the matter, Granger? Never seen a half naked man before?” At the widening of her eyes he added, “Then you’ve never seen a fully naked man either, hmm?”

“Mal–” But she was cut short by the sight of the towel, that was once covering Malfoy’s lower regions, dropping to the floor. Hermione quickly brought her hands to her face to cover her eyes, forgetting that she was using them to hide certain parts of her anatomy from him. She felt the water shift and Malfoy hiss.

“Damn, Granger. You trying to scald yourself in this water?” Malfoy winced as he stepped fully into the bath with her. “Mmm, but it does feel rather nice once you get used to it.” Hermione gasped again and took her hands away from her eyes when she realized that Malfoy was approaching her, in her bath, without any clothes on!

“I don’t know what you’re playing, Ferret, but you have no right to be in here with me! Aren’t you afraid that I’ve contaminated the water?” But he was still slowly coming towards her. “Anyone could walk in here right now and see us. What would you do then? How would you explain this away?” She got her desired result with that comment and he stopped his advances. She should have stopped at that; he wasn’t coming towards her anymore. But no, she had to add in “What would your father say?” and next thing she knows, he has her pinned against the side of the bath, sitting on the small ledge, with himself pushed up against her and standing between her legs.

“Shut your fucking mouth about things you have no idea about, Mudblood. You would do well to stay out of things that don’t concern you.” Malfoy hissed and his eyes flashed. She hadn’t seen him truly angry with her in a while, which of course she didn’t realize until this moment, when she found herself staring into his fiery eyes again. She had three choices: First, sit here, do as he says, and he’ll eventually let her go. Second, scream at the top of her lungs, hoping that someone would hear her and that maybe she’d deafen Malfoy. And third, thrash and wiggle around until he breaks his grasp on her, and then run like hell. The second choice was out of the question. She didn’t want anyone to see her and Malfoy in this position, especially with their lack of clothing. The first choice wasn’t one she wanted to explore either since she didn’t want to know what Malfoy would do with her. So, she knew what she had to do and did it the best she could. She began to trash around the best as she could, trying to wiggle out of his grip. What a strong grip he had on her, too. Oh, great, she thought. I’m turning into a nursery rhyme. Vowing to herself that her next thought would not be along the lines of, “And what big hands you have” she continued to try to escape him.

“I would stop doing that if I were you, Granger. Unless you want to take this situation down a completely different path.” Malfoy grunted, and Hermione froze. The anger that had flashed in his eyes a few seconds ago was gone, and he now held a deeper and darker look. A look that she couldn’t place until she felt a certain part of Malfoy brush against the inside of her thigh. She gasped, at both the realization and at the fact that the touch had elicited a feeling inside of her that she was not used to. She looked at him with wide eyes but he wasn’t looking at her. His eyes were half closed in what she guess was arousal. She didn’t understand at first. Here was Draco Malfoy, git-extraordinaire, hater of all things mudblood, and he was obviously turned on by her. She felt a surge of power at this thought, though. She, Hermione Granger, had the power to arouse Draco Malfoy. To test her theory she moved again, this time rolling her hips upward, brushing Malfoy’s cock with her thigh. He grunted again and responded in turn with a thrust of his hips, causing Hermione to moan as Malfoy’s cock glided across her lower region.

“You did that on purpose.” Malfoy panted as he opened his eye fully and started at her.

“Prove it.” She smirked. Malfoy raised an eyebrow and smirked right back at her. He rocked his hips forward, brushing against her core once again, and watched as she closed her eyes, head thrown back slightly and lips parted as she inhaled a sharp breath.

“You did that on purpose.” Hermione gasped.

“Prove it.” He responded, dropping the smirk and staring at her. She felt a little unnerved with the sudden severity of the situation.

“Am I making you nervous?” Malfoy questioned. When did her become so observant? Hermione composed herself quickly and steeled her gaze.

“No.” She told him and he smirked again. That damn smirk!

“Too bad” What the hell was that supposed to mean? She was about to tell him, again, to get out, but her attempts were cut off as Malfoy leaned forward, closing the rest of the distance between them, and pressed his lips to hers. Her eyes widened at contact and she brought her hands up to push him away, but the sudden grazing of Malfoy’s hand against her hip caused her mind to forget the task at hand. Hermione closed her eyes as he pressed further into her and deepened the kiss. He ran his tongue across her bottom lip, nibbling gently on it until she parted her mouth for him. Granted access, Malfoy slipped his tongue into her mouth and she followed in suit. She ran her hands up his chest and around his neck, playing with the wet strands off hair that settled there. He loosened his hold on her and ran one hand down the caress her breast, his other hand keeping a firm grasp on her hip, holding her to him. Hermione hissed and arched her back as Malfoy’s hand brushed against her nipple.

“Like that?” Malfoy asked, palming one of her breast and massaging it gently.

“Shut up.” Hermione gasped out and arched into his hand. Malfoy rarely did what he was told but this time the reward for doing so was much more appealing. He dropped his head placing small kisses down her neck and across her chest, finally reaching his destination where he traded his hand for his mouth. Hermione let out a deep moan at the new feeling. So caught up in the feel of Malfoy’s mouth on her, she didn’t feel his other hand move from her hip to her center. Despite the water encompassing the two of them, he could still feel how wet she was. His fingers began to probe her outer lips, softly running back and forth. Suddenly he spread her and drove two fingers into her. Hermione cried out, both in pleasure and pain. It felt good, don’t get her wrong, but she is not the kind of girl who went around doing all sorts of things like this, so the intrusion was met with some discomfort. Malfoy seemed to pick up on this and pulled out his fingers. Before she could ask what he was doing, he stood up, grabbed her hips and hoisted her up on to the ledge on the bath.

Spreading her before him again he leaned forward and licked along her slit. He was using both of his arms to steady her and make sure she didn’t fall, but he somehow still managed to maneuver one of his hands around in order to massage her clit with his thumb. Malfoy began to ravish her, alternating between long licks and gentle sucks, all the while keeping his thumb rubbing her clit. Hermione leaned back slightly despite the difficulty of balancing on a narrow ledge. She suddenly understood what every girl was raving about. Malfoy began to work his fingers back in slowly easing her into the feeling, and soon he was pumping them in and out of her at a steady pace. He took this chance to look up at her and watch as she began to tighten around his fingers. Hermione felt a tightening low in her stomach and then suddenly she couldn’t breathe. Stars exploded in front of her eyes and she cried out Malfoy’s name.

Malfoy heard his name shouted from Hermione’s lips and this aroused him more than he wanted to acknowledge. Standing up quickly he grabbed on to Hermione once again and situated them on the floor next to the tub. He rolled off of her for a second in order to grab his wand that was sitting on a chair next to them. Pointing it at her he quickly cast a contraception charm, then he tossed his wand in the direction of chair and settled himself back in between her thighs, positioned at her entrance. He looked down at her for confirmation to continue but the look on her face made him pause.

“What is it?” He asked gruffly. Could you blame him, though? He was aroused beyond compare and was mere seconds away from pushing into her and relieving this ache.

“This is it, isn’t it? You’re going to go back to hating me after this.” Hermione voiced tentatively. He looked at her with a blank expression.

“Probably.” He replied and Hermione closed her eyes.

“Can we, just for tonight, forget who we are? I’ll be ok tomorrow, but for tonight –” She was silenced by his lips. He pulled back and looked at her. Didn’t smile, didn’t smirk, didn’t do much of anything but stare. And then finally:

“Yes.” And with that one word he began to slowly push inside her with shallow thrusts. When he got deep enough he felt the resistance. The barrier of her innocence. Draco Malfoy was going to be the first to have Hermione Granger. That terrified him as much as it excited him. What the hell is this girl doing to him? Finally he resolved himself and looked back down at her.

“Granger, this is going –”

“I know.” She said cutting him off. “It’s ok. Just doing it.”

So Malfoy pulled out, leaned down to kiss her, and once she started to respond, he pushed all the way into her. Hermione cried out into his mouth, squeezing her eyes shut tightly causing tears to spill out the corners. Malfoy remained still allowing her to adjust to him. He bent his head to take a nipple into his mouth. He gently sucked and nibbled out it before moving to the next. He snaked one of his hands down between them also and circled her clit with his fingers hoping it would help ease some of the pain. Not because he cared… but because he wanted to fuck her already. After a minute she experimentally moved her hips up to met his. The pain was still there but she began to notice another feeling behind it. A feeling like she just had a few minutes ago with Malfoy in the bath.

Malfoy brought his hand back up so that he could stabilize himself and pulled back slightly. He re-entered her again, but slower. After a couple thrusts the pain had pretty much subsided and Hermione started to find Malfoy’s rhythm. The pace began to speed up and Hermione was meeting Malfoy thrust for thrust. She looked at him and noticed his intense expression. The concentration lines between his eyebrows stood out prominently on his delicate face. Small beads of sweat were starting to form on his brow and she has the desire to lean up and lick the salty liquid from his face. She didn’t think she had ever seen him more beautiful. Malfoy caught her staring and smirked at her. He reached down and looped his arm behind her right knee, raising her leg up and onto his shoulder, allowing for him to hit that spot deeper within her.

Pushing harder and deeper, Malfoy was eliciting a cry from Hermione with every thrust. She felt that familiar tightening again in her stomach, and then she was falling back into the stars, screaming Malfoy’s name. He was almost there. Feeling Hermione tighten around him was almost enough, and then he heard her. She just screamed his name. Not what she normally calls him though; not Malfoy. But Draco. She cried out Draco and that did it for him. He stiffened and spilled himself inside of her. He then collapsed on top of her, resting his head in the crook of her neck. Her breath was coming out in fast, short puffs and it tickled the hair at the nape of his neck, but he was too tired to care. After a minute or so, once they both calmed down, he rolled off and slipped out of her, dropping unceremoniously by her side. As they lay there for a few they could both feel the awkward tension slipping in. Malfoy had enough of that and sat up to find his clothes.

Deciding that putting on his clothes right then was too time consuming he opted to just fasten his robe around him. When he turned back around he saw that Hermione had already taken care of her herself and was pretty much clothed, save for her skirt. She was moving a little slow, too, obviously a bit sore from their little escapade. She heard him make a disgusted sound and then he opened his mouth.

“Granger –” He started.

“Just for tonight… remember, Malfoy? Please?” She refused to look at him, instead she concentrated on trying to get her skirt on without pulling anything. She hated sounding as weak as she did right then, especially in front of Malfoy, but she was too tired emotionally and physically to fight with him. She finally got her skirt fastened and sat down on a bench in order to put of her shoes. She heard Malfoy open the door but just let him go.

“After what just happened here, I’m going to need another bath. I’m too tired tonight, but I might get up early tomorrow to take one before breakfast. Say around 6:00?” Malfoy said, causing Hermione to look up at him with questioning eyes. “Just letting you know, in case you plan on making barging in on me in the bath a daily routine.” And with that he was gone.



Hermione relayed the password to the Fat Lady and walked through the portrait hole into the common room. She winced slightly as she made her way past the few students that were still hanging about.

“Oi, Hermione!” Harry said as he and Ron practically jumped out in front of her. “You missed dinner. Where were you?” The sudden bombardment caused her to take a large step backward and she was reminded that abrupt movement in her lower half was to be avoided for a while.

“Are you ok?” Ron asked noticing her wince.

“Yes! Um, yeah… I’m fine really. I just slipped in the bath and hurt myself. I’m ok, though.” She hadn’t thought yet of the story she was going to tell Ron and Harry if they were to ask her whereabouts. Truth is she hadn’t been expecting they would ask her anything about where she had been. She’s surprise they actually noticed she was gone.

“Do you want us to look at it?” Harry questioned, obviously concerned. Hermione’s eyes widened. If they only knew what they were really asking. She giggled causing the two boys confusion.

“No, that’s ok. Thank you very much, Harry. You too, Ron. I’m just going to go to bed. It’s late. I’m tired… And I have an early morning.” She wasn’t in the right frame of mind to think about what their sudden interest in her was, so she gave each one a kiss on the cheek and carefully made her way to the stairs that led to the girl’s dorms.

“Late? It’s barely seven.” Ron commented to Harry.

“I know, Mate. Did you see her though? She looked completely worn out.” Harry rationalized and Ron nodded in agreement. “Plus, she did say she had an early morning.”

“I just hope she doesn’t plan on waking us up to help with whatever she’s getting up early for.” Ron said.

“Depending on what it is, it might be some useful information.” Again, Ron nodded in agreement with Harry. “Wanna play some Wizard’s Chess?”

Finis