Maintaining Appearances

"Mudblood!"
Hermione Granger's fists clenched in fury at the sound of Malfoy's smug voice. She rounded on him. "Malfoy, you son of a bitch!"
"Calm down Granger, don't get your knickers in a knot." He came as close to her as he dared, just out of slugging range. Hermione caught his hesitation. "What's the matter? Afraid I'll rearrange your pretty little nose again?"
Malfoy smirked. "Hardly. I have business with you."
"Really. And what's that?"
"I want you to meet me in the fourth floor corridor tomorrow before the Hogsmead trip."
"Yeah right. How stupid do you think I am, you slimy little-"
"I'm serious. And I'm not planning anything. Look here, just to prove I'm not lying," he looked around, saw Nearly-headless Nick and flagged him down. "Look," he addressed the ghost. "Will you escort her tomorrow? She doesn't believe me that I'm not going to hex her."
"You wouldn't be above murder and kidnapping either." Hermione muttered darkly. Malfoy glared at her. "Anyway, would you please escort her? You wouldn't let her get hurt, would you?" He smirked in a way that made the hair on the back of Hermione's neck stand up.
Nearly-headless Nick looked profoundly puzzled. "Oh course I'll escort you if you want. I wouldn't let him harm you. I'd have Dumbledore there before the spell left his wand."
Hermione looked as though she was swallowing a lemon. "Fine. If you so much as blink at me wrong, I'll kill you where you stand!" She turned and stormed off.

"Hermione you can't!" Ron and Harry bellowed together. "Who know what the bastard is planning?"
"I know, I know," the three of them and Nearly-headless Nick were heading for the front doors. "Look," she said, handing Harry a watch, "I enchanted it. If I need help, I'll just contact you on this. Just like James Bond." Ron looked confused.
"Anyway," Hermione ground her teeth, "I've been waiting for a chance to get that slimy little bastard for a long, long time now."
With a last, concerned look, Harry and Ron left for Hogsmead and Hermione and Nearly-headless Nick headed off to the fourth floor. When they got there they found Malfoy, pacing just a little and looking anxious. The instant he saw them his cool smirk reappeared on his face and he stopped pacing. "Finally. I've been waiting forever."
"Shut up and get to the point."
"I'd like to talk to you alone; without your escort." When Hermione only glared at him he said, "Alright, look here," he pulled out his wand and she sprang back, ready for a curse, but instead he handed it to her, butt-end first, as one might hand off a gun. Hermione took it gingerly, as though it might bite.
"Now look," Draco said, "I'm unarmed, and no one is here but you and me. Now can I please talk to you alone?" Hermione was startled to see a look of desperation in his eyes. Malfoy desperate? On a cold day in hell maybe. What on earth was going on?
Curious, she waved off Nearly-headless Nick, who floated away. "Now, what do you want?"
"Why do you have to be so suspicious? I already told you I'm not going to hurt you."
"Why am I suspicious?" Hermione cried, "Why? You are a slimy traitor and a-"
She was cut off abruptly as Malfoy rushed forward and kissed her, his tongue forcing her startled mouth open. "Mmph!" She writhed out of his grip. "What the hell!" She turned to run but he caught her around the waist, pinioning her arms to her sides, kicked open the nearest door, and dumped her inside. She tried to run again but he caught her against the door as it sung shut. "Stop it! I told you I won't hurt you!"
Hermione remained silent, tears of pure terror in her eyes. What was going to happen? "Granger, look at me!" Malfoy's cool demeanor had completely vanished. His eyes were wild and desperate. Hermione stayed frozen, her eyes shut tight, like a child trying to get up the courage to go into a dark room. Draco was standing over her with her hands on both sides of her head. He nuzzled close to her cheek. "Come on Granger. I'm sick of seeing you with those two? those two; sick of seeing you everywhere and not being able to touch you. I need you-"
"LIAR! Liar-liar-liar-liar-liar-liar-liar-"
"MY FATHER'S A DEATH EATER!" Malfoy roared so loud it shocked Hermione out of her momentary hysteria. "If he EVER found out that I had even THOUGHT of this the very best I could hope for is disownment! Why would I risk everything I have on a silly trick?"
Hermione's wand was out so fast he didn't have time to move before a blue light hit him with a flash. When the light dimmed there was a blue mist around him. "It's a truth spell," Hermione said curtly. "If you lie, it turns red and I turn you into a worm. Now keep talking."
Malfoy blinked. "I'm telling the truth. I need you. I've been I aching for you. You can see for yourself," he gestured to the mist around him. It was blue as a robin's egg. Numbly, Hermione sank to the floor. Black hate and confusion were knotted in her stomach. She turned her face to the wall.
"Please Hermione, I'll make it better," he turned her face towards him and again kissed her. She flailed to get away but he held her head still; then something snapped in Hermione's head. She returned the kiss fiercely, almost knocking Malfoy backwards. He laughed as he caught his balance and pulled them both to their feet. Hermione drove him backwards, still kissing him fit to bruise his pale lips. The back of his knees hit a chair and he sat down with a thump, Hermione on top of him, straddling his lap. Malfoy came up for air, panting a little. "You're a quick one aren't you? You knew that chair was coming."
"Uh-huh. Now stop talking before I hex you." Hermione kissed him again. This is the worst damn idea I've ever had. Hermione thought. Malfoy smirked under her lips; to Hermione's horror it sent a tiny thrill of pleasure through her. "Just so you know I think you look like a ferret."
"Fair enough," he grabbed her knees and yanked her forward so his hard-on was pressing right between her legs; Hermione shivered. "Because you're a know-it-all and a spoiled brat."
Hermione snarled and bit his lip. With quick fingers he undid the buttons of her vest and yanked it off her. Hermione ground her hips against him, telling him not-so subtly that he was going too slowly. He grinned. "Ok, Granger, lets play rough."
She squealed in surprise as he grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her up, put her on a desk and nipped at her knees. He undid her school shirt quickly and yanked it down her shoulders, pinning her arms. He flicked open her bra and descended on the tender skin of her neck, grinning hungrily. He bit hard right on her pulse point and she flinched, hardly noticing that he was pulling her panties off underneath her skirt. "Why do you call me horrible names if you need me so badly?" she asked, panting. He grinned wolfishly at her. "Have to maintain appearances, love!" He cut of her reply by sticking two fingers deep inside her and twisting. Hermione screamed and arched her back as a wave of hot pleasure swept over her. Draco found her g-spot and twisted relentlessly against it while pumping his fingers in and out of her. The feeling was so intense that it was almost painful. She pitched forward and clung helplessly to Malfoy, writhing against him as waves and waves of pleasure washed over her unrelentingly, bringing tears prickling to her eyes. "Malfoy!" she gasped, "stop! I can't stand it any more!"
Malfoy grinned. "Am I hurting you?"
"No, just the opposite." She looked up at him and realized just how much he was enjoying this. "You're a bastard." She reached up and bit his neck hard enough to bruise. He moaned. She could feel his hard penis pushing into the inside of her thigh. Breathlessly her hands dropped to his pants and started undoing the button and the zipper. She smirked. "No boxers huh? I figured you'd have bright green silk ones with little silver snakes on them."
He growled. "Would you like it if I did?"
Hermione laughed and teased him by abandoning her efforts on his pants and pulling his sweater over his head and starting on his shirt. "I hate green." She grabbed his tie and tugged his head down to kiss him. He growled again in frustration but Hermione just smiled into the kiss and kept stripping off the shirt. Draco yanked off the tie and tossed it and the shirt aside. Hermione's eyes wandered down and she moaned. Draco had a very, very muscular stomach. He had a well-defined six-pack and a v-muscle that led temptingly below his belt line?
"See something you like, Granger?"
"You're still an asshole," Hermione muttered, her hands wandering down his chest. She shivered as her hands found his muscles. Her fingers traced down the triangular muscle in between his hips and ducked under his open fly. Malfoy cried out as she gripped his penis and started to massage it. He sagged against her, letting her play with his erection. She was very, very good at it. She started jacking him off, going faster and faster, making him buck and moan. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to climaxing. He bit his lip hard and moaned, throwing his head back as the sensation washed over him. When he opened his eyes Hermione was grinning at him and licking her fingers clean. He shivered. Unable to stand it any more he grabbed her roughly and pulled her forward, looked her in the eye for a fleeting moment and then pushed inside her.
Hermione cried out and her fingers dug into his arms. He stopped. "Am I hurting you?"
"No!" about to burst from frustration, Hermione wrapped her legs around him and ground her hips into his, making them both moan. Malfoy took the hint and started thrusting in and out of her, harder and faster each time. Hermione moaned, grinding her hips to the rhythm. Their movements intensified, both spiraling upwards in a dizzying crescendo. At the very last moment Malfoy wrapped his arms around Hermione and actually lifted her off the desk, pushing himself as far into her as he possibly could. "Oh god Malfoy!" Hermione screamed as she came, floating in free space. She shook so hard it felt as though she would break apart if his arms had not been holding her. Malfoy shuttered and nearly dropped her as he came just as hard a second later.
Gasping he set her back on the desk as gently as he could manage and let his knees fall out under him. He collapsed into the chair. Hermione slipped off the desk into his lap. He moaned softly as she nibbled the soft skin of his neck. "Believe me now, Granger?" Hermione muttered something incomprehensible against his skin. He laughed. "What?"
"I said, `my name is Hermione'."
He lifted her head up and looked into her eyes. "Hermione," he whispered softly, leaning to kiss her. She shivered. Maybe he's not such a prick...
Draco broke the kiss. "We should go before Potty and Weasel try to skin me alive."
Hermione scowled at his back as he gathered up the clothes. Nope, still a prick. But maybe I can deal with him at least. They both gathered their discarded clothing and redressed. Draco made to leave but Hermione stopped him. "Forgot your wand."
He reached out to grab it and squealed as a beam of light shot out at him. Hermione's wand was hidden up her sleeve. "It's a kind of silence spell. If you try to tell anyone what just happened, your tongue will blister and swell up," she said matter-of-factly, pulling him into a stunned kiss.
"Why?" He managed to stammer around her lips. She broke the kiss and smiled sweetly, her eyes glittering wickedly.
"Have to maintain appearances!" She kissed him one last time and disappeared out the door with a wink, leaving a stunned Malfoy behind. He blinked. "Know-it-all..."