Why not!

Why not?


Draco entered his head boy quarters, removed his shirt, dumped his bag on the chair next to his bed and ran his hands frustratedly through his light blonde hair. He took a minute to calm himself down and then walked over to his big bay window overlooking the grounds of Hogwarts and the quidditch stands and watched as what he assumed to be the Gryffindor quidditch team judging by their red and gold robes practiced for their upcoming game against Ravenclaw next Saturday. He craned his neck to see if he could spot a head of wild curls amongst the onlookers in the stand. He guessed she’d be there, supporting potter and the weasel and probably getting a bit of time to study in the meantime.

He leant his arm against the cold glass and leaned his forehead against his arm, not tearing his gaze away from the stands. He couldn’t understand why he kept thinking about her! What was it that had gotten him so fascinated? He had slept with nearly all the girls in his year and some girls from the years below but he has one crazy night of passion with the head girl and suddenly he can’t get it up for anyone else, it was just weird!

He normally didn’t make it a habit to sleep with the same girl twice, sure when he did sleep with someone he’d show them a bloody good time and make sure they were properly satisfied, that’s probably where he earned his status as the Slytherin sex god, sometimes he’d even let a girl give him a blow job to keep him sated in between classes but that was about as far as him and relationships went.

So why was he all of a sudden acting like a love sick puff with no life? God it was just crazy, sure this year working closely with the head girl had start to make him realise that she was actually rather amusing and in a way kind of sexy but to crave and want Hermione Granger, it was just wrong!

They still fought most of the time, although for some reason he’d stopped calling her mudblood and there fighting had become more like flirtatious banter but when he got her all riled up, her cheeks flushed with anger, her voice husky from shouting and eyes blazing with rage he just wanted to bunch up that over sized school skirt she wore, pull down her knickers and give her a good seeing too that would leave her unable to stand properly for days.

So a week or two ago, he’d finally succumbed to the urge when he’d come back from quidditch practice in an extremely pissed off mood as his imbecile team mates had failed too even score any points (even if it was just practice) and had moaned about how cold it was, he’d told them all to piss off before he hexed the lot of them dickless and had proceeded to pack up the gear and storm through the castle hurling insults to anyone who got in his way.
However when he opened the portrait into the head dorm chambers and had come upon the sight of Hermione sitting in the middle of a pile of parchments, ink smudges on both cheeks and hair tumbling from the bun she’d put it in earlier, sucking on the end of her sugar quill eyebrows furrowed in concentration he’d simply groaned and voiced his opinion on how he thought she looked as sexy as hell and if she was up for it they could go up to his room, or just stay here on the couch and fuck until both of them passed out from exhaustion. Expecting her to either scream and hex him or laugh and throw one of the many parchments at his head he was pleasantly surprised when she’d thrown down her quill smirked at him and declared ‘why not?’

So they’d proceeded to have sex in the middle of the common room floor, then not long after, halfway up the stairs to his room and again later kneeling on his bed while he pounded her from behind. He’d also been pleasantly surprised when he’d awoken to the head girl; excuse the pun, sucking him off early the next morning. But that was that it seemed. He was for once willing to break his own rule and have her again anytime they both pleased but she’d simply ignored him. Ignored him!

It was like it had never happened, they were simply nothing more then acquaintances now, they nodded to each other in the hall and even occasionally she’d bantered with him like they did at the start of the year but it was like she’d forgotten they’d ever had a steamy night of sex, sex and more sex. He was used to girls falling over themselves to be with him again after he’d slept with them, he’d normally have to tell them nicely but firmly ‘no thanks, I’m too busy at the moment look me up in a year or two.’ Maybe that’s why she hadn’t left his head lately, and why yesterday after having to sit through a whole meal of a painfully hard erection just because he’d glimpsed her tucking into her desert of strawberries and melted chocolate he’d had to go and relieve himself in a small alcove because he couldn’t make it to the loo.

But the absolutely worst part of it was that she seemed to have spoilt him for anyone else, on his way back from detention with McGonagall earlier having simply been in detention for what she called ‘lack of concentration and appalling disrespect’, basically he’d been caught ogling the head girl as she’d bent over her desk to reach for a spare quill from her bag, he’d got a tantalising glimpse of her cleavage and had tried, unsuccessfully, to charm the buttons on her blouse to pop open. Unfortunately unbeknownst to him McGonagall had been standing behind him the entire time. He’d left the transfiguration classroom after two whole hours of the uptight woman lecturing him on proper mannerisms and so on blah blah blah, and had begun making his way back to the head dorms when Evie Summer, a 5th year Slytherin had cornered him and offered him a bit of stress relief.

Evie Summer had good legs, huge tits and long blonde hair but later on when they’d decided to detour to a broom closet and had moved beyond snogging roughly, she’d started to unbuckle his belt buckle and he’d had a momentary feeling of regret but he’d pushed it aside and continued along the path that was sure to lead to a good shag.

Well it hadn’t.

No matter what she did, stroke him, suck him and even ripped off her shirt and start fondling her own tits, he just couldn’t get himself hard. Every time he closed his eyes he’d see Hermione in-between his legs the morning she’d woken him and he’d watch as she looked up at him, hands and lips around his cock, lips already swollen and then get back to work he’d feel momentarily aroused beyond belief until he opened his eyes and looked at the blonde girl, who he had to admit wore way too much makeup for his liking, and the arousal would instantly deflate.

Well this was just fan-bloody-tastic! Granger wasn’t likely to have sex with him again and he couldn’t get it up for anyone else.

He groaned still watching the Gryffindor team souring around the stands, the only conclusion he could come to was that he wasn’t going to have sex for the rest of his life.

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Hermione Granger sat watching The Gryffindor team souring through the stands, she only vaguely registered hearing Ron scream like a girl and then hearing a big thud and loud screams of pain.

She stood and looked down and saw Ron spread eagle on the floor, face down, and wailing as Harry tried to get him to turn over so he could check he was okay, trying extremely hard to stifle a giggle she looked on affectionately as Ron’s bright red face turned towards Harry and mutter something she couldn’t quite make out. She watched as Harry stood up angrily and declare that ‘He was only trying to help, there was no need to be so grumpy just because he’d fallen off his broom because he’d been practicing his flying technique and had banged into one of the three hoops just because he’d looked to see if Hermione had been watching him.’

Hermione grinned down at Harry as Ron turned even redder and buried his face back into the ground obviously cursing Harry with all the nasty words he could think of.

She sighed and sat herself back down now that it was obvious Ron wasn’t at deaths door, she liked Ron honestly she did, she’d fancied him a while ago, maybe she still did she wasn’t sure. It was just every time Ron touched her leg it didn’t send little shivers up her spine, every time he leaned towards her and she caught a whiff of his scent it didn’t make her swoon, and every time he kissed her lightly on the cheek and lingered just a few seconds longer than he should of it didn’t make her heart beat faster in anticipation of what was to come.

Not like him.

It had been 11 days now, 11 days since her and Malfoy had indulged in a sex fest and still every time she saw him she wanted to taste him all over again. Since the start of the year when they had been told they would have to share a common room and dorms, Hermione had waited patiently for what was to come. It had all started last year when Hermione had been on her way back from the library. She’d been walking fast and trying to be as quiet as she could. It was late, past curfew and she shouldn’t have been up. She’d fallen asleep again, and nobody had bothered to check where she was obviously because everyone had left and the lights had all been turned out.

She’d been rubbing her neck and trying to get some feeling to return to her right cheek when she’d heard a moan. Stopping and looking around she noticed a small dim light was coming from one of the classrooms down the opposite corridor, drawing her wand and walking towards the door she stopped again when this time she heard a groan followed by what sounded like a kitten mewing.

She walked forwards and ever so gently, even though everything in her right mind told her not too, she pushed the door forwards.

The sight that greeted her was amazing.

A fourth year Ravenclaw whose name she didn’t know was lying on a desk, legs spread, and a head of blonde hair was kneeling in between them. She new she should have turned around and run, maybe even fetched a teacher but she was rooted to the spot. She’d know that hair anywhere, so what that meant was that Draco Malfoy presently had his head between a fourth year legs and was licking her, down there!

A couple of minutes later Hermione had come to her senses and had fled from the sight, not stopping running until she was up in the girls dorms in Gryffindor tower, but as she lay awake she couldn’t get the image out of her head, and even more annoyingly she couldn’t get the low ache out of her stomach.

So the summer before her 7th year Hermione had discovered a longing for that closeness with someone else, something incidentally Harry had discovered too. They had agreed they would never tell Ron. Ron could never find out. One night while they both talked and planned on what to do about the evident task Harry had ahead of him Harry had admitted that whatever happened he didn’t want to die a virgin. So Hermione being as selfless as she was, decided to rid him of that little fact. A summer romance some would of called it, but admittedly they shagged quite a lot and experimented with oral sex too. But now they were back at school it was all over and they were as much friends as they had ever been, granted they’d shared more than most friends do.

And then 11 days ago Malfoy had had to go and proposition her to a good shag session and he’d called her sexy! Well how the hell was she supposed to refuse that? And the morning after they’d spent the whole night having wild, passionate sex she’d woken up and had had the urge to taste him, she just had to have one more lick of him before it was all over and when he’d lazily opened one eye than the other and effortlessly had her wet and wanting another session, just by simply grinning at her, she’d nearly bitten his big hard cock off just so she had something to remember him by! He’d looked so good dressed in his quidditch gear hair damp from the rain and she’d wanted him for a long time now, so what was the problem?

The problem was that now she wanted more, not only did she want more, she wanted it all! She wanted Draco Malfoy to fall at her knees and beg to be in a real relationship with her, no seeing other people, no messing each other round, just him and her, lots of sex and a proper relationship. Since the start of the year she’d started to enjoy his company more and more, the flirtatious smirk he always gave her and the witty conversation, if you could call it conversation, that they had together. It was exhilarating and fun and now it was ruined.

Draco Malfoy never slept with the same person twice, something Hermione Granger was painfully aware of.

So now instead of jumping him, and forcing him to pleasure her, whether he wanted to or not she had to keep her distance and brought herself away from temptation. Did she mention that Draco also happened to be her best mates’ worse enemy? Well he was, which was another reason in her already over filled head why she had to take herself out of the equation and pretend that what had happened between them didn’t matter in the slightest, even if it mattered so much that she’d spent many nights in her bed getting herself of, reliving what had happened 11 days, 2 hours and 37 minutes ago.

She put her head in her hands and groaned. Grabbing her bag she willed herself to just stop thinking about it and let it go, walking away from the quidditch stands she waved to Harry and grinned at Ron which immediately made his face turn crimson again, deciding to go and run herself a nice hot bath and banish all thoughts about the oh-so-sexy-prat that was Draco Malfoy.


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‘Look Zabani, if you keep going on about it I won’t hesitate to stand up right now and tell the whole school you have an insane obsession with loony lovegood!’

‘But Malfoy I was simply pointing out that since you and Granger had your little fling, you’ve been unable to, shall we say, live up to your reputation as sex god to the rest of the school. Last time I checked you were working your way through all the Slytherin 6th years’

‘Evie Summer has said something hasn’t she?’

Blaise Zabani simply smirked ‘Well she might have told her friend Verity Nott, who told her brother Theo, who told Millicent, who might have mentioned something to me’

‘Bitch…’ Draco muttered looking down the table at the younger girl.

‘I think she’s more worried that there’s something wrong with her, than there is with you, knowing you were admired for your performance. However she doesn’t know that a couple of weeks ago you indulged in a rather steamy romp session with the head girl, which has left you temporarily inactive and turned you into a young romeo of the 21st century’

‘I’m warning you bla…’

‘Hey there babe’ Blaise grinned as his long-term girlfriend Millicent Bullstrode sat herself down next to him at the table.

‘What’s he doing now Draco? Not still going on about you and that summer girl is he?’ smiled Millicent while giving Blaise a firm look.

‘We were talking about Granger actually’ grinned Blaise

‘Oh’ said Millicent smiling and looking sympathetically at Draco.

‘What’ve you been telling everyone Zabani, because if I find out you’ve said anything I swear to Merlin…’

‘Chill Malfoy, I only told Millicent about you pining over Granger’

‘I am not pining over Granger!’

‘Speak of the devil’ smiled Millicent as Hermione came striding into the hall, nose in a book.

Draco watched as she banged into the edge of the table and dropped the book she’d had her head buried in, yelping in pain and rubbing her hip while bending down to pick up the book and checking if it was damaged in any way.

Blaise snorted and Millicent hit him round the back of the head.

Draco then watched as she took her normal seat in-between Potter and Weasley and laughed at something Potter said. He studied her form and with a pang of longing realised she’d just come out of the bath, with her hair still slightly wet put into a messy bun, her fringe clipped back off her face and her cheeks flushed with warmth. She began eating her meal and Draco watched intently not caring that out of the corner of his eye he could see Blaise looking at Millicent in an I-told-you-so way.

Just as Draco was finishing his dinner he noticed she was getting up and leaving the hall, not before reassuring her two bodyguards that yes she was okay to walk to the head dorms alone. Draco scowled at them both and then sighed as Hermione left the hall.

Suddenly Blaise burst into laughter along with Millicent and Draco whipped his head around to scowl at the two.

‘What now?’

‘Dude you just sighed when Granger left the room’ said Blaise trying to control his snorts of laughter

‘I most certainly did not!’ Draco growled getting fed up of their pathetic jokes.

Blaise imitated Draco, staring longingly at the door and sighed a big long sigh while holding his heart dramatically.

‘Fuck off Zabani’

‘Draco’ said Millicent trying not to laugh again ‘I’m afraid to say he’s for once right, you really did just sigh, maybe you should try talking to Hermione about it…’

‘Oh for god sake’ Draco grunted angrily while getting out of his chair and marching out of the great hall, the sounds of Blaises laughter still ringing in his ears.


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‘Thank god it’s Friday’

Harry worriedly checked Hermione’s forehead, and then proceeded to check her over.

‘Harry I’m fine, I’m just tired is all, I just meant I was looking forward to having a rest, Harry stop it!’

‘Harry took his hand from her cheek and looked puzzledly at her, ‘it’s just not like you Hermione, your normally groaning when it comes to Friday’

‘I know why she’s so happy it’s Friday’ said Ginny Weasley sitting herself down at the table with Hermione and Harry.

‘Where’s Ron’ Hermione asked, giving Ginny a don’t-you-dare look. Harry looked questionably from Ginny to Hermione furrowing his brows in confusion.

‘Why’s Hermione so happy its Friday?’

‘Haven’t you heard?’ Ginny said smirking at Hermione then looking back at Harry, knowing that if Ginny continued and gave Harry her version of the story the whole thing was going to be blown out of proportion Hermione sighed then looked over to Harry.

‘Millicent Bullstrode invited me to the party tonight’

Harry looked up at Hermione quickly; Hermione had been invited to a Slytherin party? Was she serious! Everyone knew that Slytherin house threw a party in their common room Friday evenings, apparently their parties where absolutely mad, like a sex fest, only worse.

‘What?’ said Harry not quite believing his ears ‘Are you kidding me? you can’t go to a Slytherin party Mi, it’s out of the question!’

Ginny burst out laughing and gave Harry a sympathetic grin, ‘she’s already said she’ll go’

‘Ginny!’ cried Hermione

‘WHAT?’ fumed Harry looking at Hermione angrily ‘Don’t be so stupid you can’t go.’

‘And why is that?’ said Hermione angrily, Harry and Ron often smothered her and she didn’t mind it most of the time but sometimes it was just too much! He gave her an incredulous look and then shook his head picking up another piece of toast.

‘Well Harry I am going and that’s that. Besides I’ve already said I’ll go to Millicent’

‘Since when have you and Bullstrode been such good friends?’ Harry replied angrily looking over at the Slytherin table and narrowing his eyes when he saw Malfoy watching the conversation with amusement.

‘Look Harry Millies alright, every since we’ve become potion partners I’ve learnt a lot about her, not all Slytherins are evil you know.’

‘hmmph’ grunted Harry not taking his eyes off Malfoy and getting more worked up by the second as Malfoy looked Hermione up and down then grinned at Harry wiggling his eyebrows.

‘No, I won’t allow it’

Standing up from the table Hermione looked at Harry furiously ‘Harry James Potter you are not my flipping father so get over yourself. I’m going and that’s final!

Meanwhile over at the Slytherin table a certain blonde wizard was grinning to himself happily, first Granger had agreed to come to this party tonight, and now the golden trio where falling apart. Whistling to himself and leaving the table to go to his first class Draco smirked and winked at potter, laughing to himself when he saw the latter’s face go red with rage. ‘Yes’ thought Draco, ‘I think today’s going to be a good day after all.’


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So now Hermione found herself sitting in the Slytherin girl’s dorms, perched on the end of Millicent’s bed and watching while Millicent flung a pile of clothes onto the bed behind her and sort through them muttering to herself.

‘It was a good thing I told you to meet me here a couple hours early so we could get dressed together!’

Hermione looked down at herself, true she hadn’t exactly gone all out, but she was wearing a nice pair of jeans that fitted her snugly and a green jumper her mum had gotten her for Christmas. She’d left her hair down for not really knowing what to do with it.
‘I really think I’m ok to go like this’

Millicent snorted and kept on rifling through the pile of clothes, ‘Hun you’ve been invited to a party, they are not party clothes.’ Millicent stopped looking through the clothes and looked seriously at Hermione.

‘You know I wanted you to come to this party Mione but to be honest I had a bit of persuading by a certain head boy for me to invite you…’ she paused and looked Hermione over ‘You do know that don’t you’

‘Malfoy wanted me to come? I can’t think why’ Hermione replied genuinely puzzled to why Malfoy would want her at one of his parties.

Millicent rolled her eyes and continued looking through the clothes ‘Well seeing as either of you are incapable of communicating your feelings to each other, I’ve taken matters into my own hands and am going to make you the queen of seductions… haha’ Millicent said pleased with herself as she held a little piece of cloth up

Soon Hermione realised it was in fact a tiny black dress that tied around the neck and in her opinion would show way too much cleavage and leg.

‘No way’

‘Yes way’ smiled Millicent helping Hermione pull her jumper over her head, ‘nice bra’ she said looking over Hermione’s plain black silk cupped bra ‘and your knickers?’

‘What’ replied Hermione not understanding and feeling rather bashful standing in only her bra and jeans in the middle of the Slytherin girls dorm, it was only her and Millicent but still…

‘What knickers have you got on Hermione?’

‘Black ones why? What does it matter?’

‘Oh it matters’ said Millicent tugging down Hermione’s jeans and pulling the little dress over her head. ‘It matters a lot!’


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Following Millicent down the stairs Hermione could hear the heavy bass of the drum and was starting to think that coming to this party wasn’t such a great idea after all. She wracked her brains for the reason she’d accepted to come but only grimaced when she realised as soon as Millicent had asked her a certain blonde haired, blue eyed wizard had swum across her vision. She was a fool. Malfoy probably only wanted her here so he had all his little sluts together, the thought made her sick. Harry had told her the first time she had gone down on him what a natural she was, what if Malfoy thought just because she’d slept with him she’s be up for being at his beck and call every moment of the day. Oh dear lord what had she done?

Entering the wide room Hermione was startled to see nearly all of Slytherin house here from 5th year up. She could see some flashing lights dancing around the room and somebody had obviously pushed a load of tables together at the side of the room too put all the alcohol on, and boy was there a lot of alcohol. Nearly everyone was dancing in the middle of the room, except for a couple of couples who where snogging up against various walls.

Millicent grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd, she received a couple of wolf whistles on the way and she had to will herself not to blush, not that anyone would notice in the light.

When they finally reached the table where the alcohol was stashed Hermione gave a sigh of relief and gave a once over of the room, she couldn’t spot him dancing, maybe he wasn’t here yet. Hermione watched as Blaise Zabani came walking over to them and kissed Millicent softly on the mouth, then he seemed to notice her and did a double take.

‘Gee Granger’ he shouted over the music ‘You scrub up well!’ Hermione smiled shyly and tried to tug the hem of the dress a bit further down her thigh. Millicent had insisted on giving her smoky grey eyes, Hermione had flat out refused to wear any face powder or foundation, not that she needed it and had instead let Millicent put some black mascara, eyeliner and a nice smoky grey eye shadow around her eyes to stand out more. She’d also let Millicent twist her hair up onto the top of her head but some stray curls had fallen down and hung around her face.

Millicent passed a drink into Hermione’s hand and downed her own glass.

‘What is it’ Hermione asked looking at the liquid

‘Fire whisky’ replied Blaise smirking ‘Not a drinker are you granger?’

Hermione smiled indignantly and downed the drink as well; she had to choke back tears as the liquid burnt her throat. After Blaise insisted she had two more she was starting to get use to the unfamiliar sensation and found herself feeling a lot more happy and confident. Deciding to bite the bullet and have a look for Malfoy she accidentally bumped into a kissing couple while trying to manoeuvre her way around the dance floor.

‘Oh sorry’ she stuttered looking at the couple and then starting to walk away to resume her search.

‘Granger?’ She stopped in her tracks and turned around to face the kissing couple

‘Malfoy’ she said slowly not quite believing it, once Draco was sure it was actually Hermione he pushed the other girl away from him who huffed angrily and flounced off then stared at Hermione guiltily. Hermione could actually hear her heart in her ears. Is this what it feels like to have a heart attack? She wondered.
She turned around and started to walk quickly away from the boy behind her, she could hear him calling her and could hear his footsteps approaching her when suddenly she was stopped by a tall boy who’d stepped in front of her.

‘Would you like to dance Granger?’ the tall boy who Hermione now recognised as Theodore Nott asked her grinning and holding out his hand for her to take. She was about to open her mouth to refuse and say she just wanted to get out of here when a voice sounded out from behind her.

‘No she wouldn’t like to dance with you Nott, so kindly step aside so that I can talk to her.’

Turning to face Draco she glared angrily at him and then turned back to Theodore who had raised his eyebrows at Malfoy and then looked down at her.

‘That would be lovely’ she said plastering a fake smile on her face and throwing a nasty look over her shoulder at Malfoy.

Draco seemed absolutely livid as Theo led her into the middle of all the sweaty dancing bodies, he placed both his arms around her hips and she, a bit reluctantly, placed her own around his neck, checking through the crowd to see if Malfoy was still watching; which he was. As she danced with Theo she wondered to herself why she had gotten so worked up over Malfoy kissing someone else. Her mind replied instantly, because you wanted it to be you he was kissing you fool. She just couldn’t understand why he’d get someone to invite her to a party, and then go and kiss someone else, men!

She cast another glance at Malfoy and saw him still stood rooted to the spot glaring angrily at Theodore Nott, and then she felt hot breath on her ear.

‘I must say you look rather fetching tonight Miss Granger’ he whispered hotly in her ear ‘I’d really like to kiss you round about now’

Hermione blushed and looked up into his face to see him smiling down at her, why not? She thought I might as well as lots of other people are having lots of fun! Then his tongue was in her mouth, circling her own tongue and running across her teeth and gums. It was a nice kiss, but not as nice as Malfoys kisses, and just as she had that thought the kiss suddenly ended and she was looking down at Theodore who was lying on the floor holding his arm and looking up angrily at the blonde boy hovering over him.

‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’ He shouted at Malfoy as people around them began to stop dancing and watch the drama unfolding.

‘I could ask you the same question Nott?’ Malfoy sneered down at him

‘Well I think it was quite bloody obvious what I and Hermione were doing before you so rudely interrupted!’ He leered back, pushing himself up off the floor and squaring up to Draco.

‘Yeah well Granger is mine so stay away from her!’

Hermione saw red! How dare he call her his, who the hell did he think he was, he’d just been groping some fucking slut in at the party he’d invited HER too, a bloody god most likely!

‘Who the fuck do you think you are Malfoy?’ and with that she gathered all her strength and shoved him so he landed not so tidily on the floor. Then she ran for it, she ran all the way through the gawping Slytherins and to their common room entrance and then she found herself in a darkened corridor.

Gathering a few minutes to get her breath back, she shook her head to clear her thoughts then started walking briskly down the corridor, praying she’d be able to find her way back to Gryffindor tower without too much difficulty. But just as she had set off on her way she heard footsteps behind her and as she turned around she was pushed up against the dungeon walls trapped beneath hard stone and the hard body of Draco Malfoy.

She struggled in a futile attempt to free herself for a minute or too and then gave in with a dramatic sigh and cast the blonde a nasty look.

‘Let me go’ she said meekly, trying to gain her senses back. Being so close to him was not good, she couldn’t think.

‘I’m not letting you go until you listen to me, you strong headed wrench’

She stopped struggling again and glared at him ‘Are you trying to apologise Malfoy, or are you trying to anger me even more because from where I’m…’ she looked down at herself pinned between Malfoys legs ‘situated’ she said slowly ‘It looks a lot like your trying to piss me off!’

‘Apologise for what exactly Granger?’

She stared at him for a moment and then lifted her gaze to stare above his head; well he’d got her there hadn’t he! She couldn’t admit that she was upset to see him kissing someone else because than she’d have to admit that she was jealous, meaning she’d have to admit that she wanted him, resulting in him knowing that she Hermione Granger fancied him! What a bloody mess!

She grumbled something he couldn’t hear and then turned her head to the side so she didn’t have to see the knowing smirk on his handsome face.

‘What was that?’ He replied cheekily

‘Look Malfoy, will you just let me go’ When he didn’t reply she sighed heavily ‘Look you have my dignity and anything else you want so please just let me go, haven’t you done enough.’

The defeated note in her voice made Draco place her back on the floor and grab both sides of her face so that she’d look him in his now serious eyes.

‘You’

‘Excuse me’ Hermione stuttered wracking her brain for the question she asked that could’ve made him give that answer.

‘You’ he replied again simply, and then he kissed her, but she wasn’t having any of it. She pushed back and made sure she could look in his eyes when she asked him this question.

‘You want me’ she whispered trying her best not to get her hopes up too high that that was indeed what he had said.

‘You’ he said once more softly looking into his eyes and placing a small kiss on her nose.

This time when he kissed her she responded with as much fever as he did, holding his head so close too her she didn’t know who was who and bringing one, then two legs up too wrap around his waist. She could feel his hand moving up the outside of her thigh and bringing the dress up with it so that it was bunched around her waist, and then she felt herself being pulled from the wall and carried into what looked like a classroom. She heard him kick the door shut behind them. He sat her down on the desk at the front of the room and pulled his wand swiftly from his jean pocket and locked and silenced the classroom door.


When he turned back around to face her the look in his eyes as he looked her over made her feel like the sexiest thing on the planet, she reached her arms around her back and his eyes followed this movement and untied the dress from around her neck, he pulled up a chair and sat down in it facing her and asking her to continue. Nervously she did, sliding the dress around her body letting it pool on the floor where she then stepped out of it and picked it up placing it on another desk.

Draco smiled softly at this and touched her neck as she walked forwards and started to lift his tight shirt over his head. Then she knelt down on her knees and unbuckled his jeans, he lifted his hips to help her pull his jeans from his legs and again when she tugged his boxers down over his erection.

She reached for his cock and with her thumb, smothered the pre-cum around the tip licking her own thumb when she pulled her hand away, Draco gasped and tried to pull her closer but she stood back and unhooked her own bra letting it fall to the floor. Then when she caught his gaze, she held it as she pulled her black cotton knickers down her long legs then stepped out of them and sat carefully on his lap.

He wrapped his arms around her body and kissed her gently on the neck as she positioned his tip at her entrance and then sat down, pulling the whole length into her slick channel. Draco groaned and she moaned at the feeling of having him fully inside her. Then she started to move, up, down and around again and again, neither of them breaking eye contact, not even when she took his bottom lip in between her teeth and nibbled slightly.

Draco new he was going to come soon, he bent his head down and licked her stiff nipple as she threw her head back and moaned at the feeling of his mouth on her breasts. Then with the quick reflexes of a seeker, he stood them both up earning him a little yelp from Hermione and sat her back down on the desk.

‘Hermione’ He panted as he started to thrust into her banging her back against the desk with each thrust ‘Hermione, Hermione, Hermione, Hermione!’

She moaned and writhed beneath him placing her hands on his bum and trying to push him deeper inside of her.
‘Draco’

‘Say your mine Hermione’ Draco panted out hoarsely and the look of raw emotion on his face had her saying it without a second thought

‘I’m yours Draco, only yours’

Speeding up his thrusts he kept panting above her, wrapping her own legs around his waist she met him thrust for thrust.

‘I love you’ Draco choked out spilling his seed into her, and at the same time she was coming apart too, clamping herself around him and milking him for all he was worth.

When they had both regained their breath and where lying together on the classroom floor Hermione rolled over on top of Draco and looked him in the eye.

‘Did you mean it?’ She whispered

He smiled and kissed her forehead, tangling his hands in her hair which had fallen from her up do sometime during their energetic tryst.

‘I love you’ he smiled looking into her eyes

She smiled back ‘good’ she yawned putting her head on his chest, her ear on his heart. Closing her eyes and listening to his heart beat ‘because I love you too’


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Draco Malfoy was sitting happily at the Slytherin table, every now and again glancing towards the Gryffindor table and seeking a reassuring smile from the hazel eyed girl every now and again who was glancing right back at him, a dazzling smile on her own pretty face. They had agreed that they were going to bring their relationship out into the open today; Draco really wanted to be able to hold her hand in between classes and kiss her openly in the corridors without having to worry that they could be caught.

As the main meal vanished and desert started to appear at the table Draco looked up to see Hermione missing from in between Harry and Ron. He followed their gazes to Hermione who was walking straight towards him a determined expression on her face. He looked back at the Gryffindor table and could see half of them stop talking to their friends instead watching Hermione’s progress to the Slytherin table, glancing at Potter and Weasley he noticed Potter was frowning at Hermione confused and Weasley had stopped mid mouthful, displaying his food to the whole of the hall. He smirked and leaned back looking Hermione squarely in his eyes.

As Hermione stopped right in front of him he turned away from the Gryffindors and noticed that the whole hall was now more or less in silence wondering puzzled why the two heads who had always hated each other where smirking at each other and where about to indulge in a real conversation.

Hermione cleared her voice nervously and held out her hand to Draco.

‘Draco do you fancy going for a walk around the grounds with me?’ she asked not taking her eyes from his face, the hall erupted in whispered conversation obviously all the students where clearly confused as to why Hermione would ask such a thing.

Draco cleared his voice and stood taking her hand and bringing it up to his lips to kiss.

‘No’

Hermione looked worriedly at him and looked nervously around the hall and saw Harry and Ron both start to stand from their seats. When she brought her eyes back to Draco’s face he was smiling gently at her and she smiled back timidly.

‘To be honest babe, I’d rather take you up to my quarters and shag you rotten once again.’ The whole hall broke out in gasps as Draco kissed Hermione lovingly on the forehead ‘I just can’t get enough’ He looked down at Millicent and Blaise who where both smirking at him, he smirked back at then looked back at Hermione.

‘What do you think?’

She smiled took his hand and together they started to walk out of the great hall hand in hand.

‘Why not?’


*So what did you guys think? Please review and let me know how the stories gone down, I'm thinking of starting a long fic soon, need to know if i'm up to the task*