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Hermione peered her head around the mahogany bookshelf, her eyes narrowing upon the sign that read the restricted section. She crept forward quietly under the invisibility cloak, which luckily she had been able to borrow from Harry, as she sought out a book that no teacher was sure to give her permission to have, especially as it currently stands with Umbridge as Hogwarts High Inquisitor.
She continued to edge forward until she stood directly under the sign, with a deep breath, she crossed the barrier, and crossed all boundaries. She was currently risking her prefect position, which was already under great scrutiny with the new high inquisitorial squad in action, the likes of which sickened her. She felt a flash of anger as she thought back to the incident with the Draco Malfoy earlier that same day, "Oh yeah, I forgot, you're a Mudblood, Granger, so ten off for that."
He has taken points, unfairly, and the worst of it? Umbridge would do nothing to stop him. Her fifth year had been infuriating thus far. No Hagrid for the beginning of term, a very moody Harry, mounting concerns of oncoming death eater attacks, Sirius facing persecution, the worst of it all, more and more educational decrees as the days went on. Not to mention all of the responsibility of being a prefect, as well as her increased levels of homework, and subsequently, higher levels of stress than any year prior. This was enough to make a lesser witch crack, but Hermione was a very determined young woman, her deep rooted fear of failure fueling her desire to accomplish all that was being thrown at her.
She scanned the shelves looks for the book which she knew would prove most useful to the DA, The Darkest Duels. This book tackled some of the most serious battles of the century and how, in turn, the light beat the dark, a break down of each complex step in the battle.
Coming up on a clearing in the bookshelves stood two small tables, but it was who occupied one of the seats that really caught her eye. Her enemy of years, and bully of just a few hours ago sat with his head resting on an open book he had gotten lost in. The other books scattered around him all seemed to be of a rather dark origin. They all looked as though they delved into the torture of muggles and muggleborns.
Hermione was furious, she had half a mind to wake him up and berate him. She thought against it as she did not have Umbridge on her side, and knew that this would be a losing battle. She let out a quite sigh and focused in on her task. She must simply find the book, and exit the library before Draco Malfoy, or anyone else for that matter, finds her out of bed and in the restricted section at this late hour. She edged forward silently scanning the shelves for the book, finally spotting the section in which it was most likely to be. As she reached her hand around a book that looked rather promising, and went to pull it out, a second book went tumbling to the floor. She jumped as the book landed on the floor with a small thud. Turning around, she looked directly into the eyes of Draco Malfoy, who had stood up and pointed his wand in the direction in which Hermione was standing.
"Who is there?" Draco Malfoy asked in his characteristic drawl, with an edge of an authoritative tone. He stepped forward around the table and reached out his hand toward Hermione, grasping around for something, anything. Hermione knew that he must suspect that it is Harry under the cloak, as Draco Malfoy has know of the cloak for quite sometime. Lowering herself to her knees, she began to crawl, attempting to sneak past him.
"Potter, I know it's you," Draco said with a small laugh. "How many points should I take from your house this time?"
Hermione continued to crawl, Draco continued to taunt that who he thought was Harry under the cloak. Draco Suddenly whirrled around, reached out his hand, and grabbed the cloak. Hermione released a gasp as he ripped the cloak off of her, revealing her on her knees in front of him. She looked up at him, looked mortified, and then furious.
"Well, you're not what I expected, and certainly not on your knees." Draco said with a look of both amusement, and then disgust overtaking him. She quickly scrambled to her feet with a look of raging indignation.
"Come now Granger, there are surely better ways to attempt to prove your worth?" Malfoy questioned, attempting to not look outright amused.
"You are foul. I do not owe you an explanation, we are both prefects, and as are both out of bounds, I will be taking my leave now, I suggest you do the same." She said trying to sound authoritative, but failing in doing so.
"Not so fast Granger." He said as he stepped in her way, blocking her from the exit, before continuing.
"We may both be prefects, however, only one of us is on the high inquisitorial squad. You are out of bounds, obviously without permission, what are you doing Granger?" He asked with an air of supremacy about him. He looked at her, she glared back at him, not wanting to answer his question in the slightest.
"I don't owe you anything Malfoy, let alone an explanation." She said making to step around him again, with him blocking her way once more.
"I suggest you explain yourself, before I take away all of your house points, and believe me, I can and I will." He said with what would be, in any other situation and with any other person, a rather dazzling smile.
"I already had to take away ten points for being a mudblood, don't make me take anymore Granger." He continued, his dazzling smile dropping, a sneer of disgust filling its place.
She was shaking with anger. At this point in the year, after all that she had endured, her temper was getting so hard to control these days. Although she was a true Gryffindor through and through, Hermione's greatest downfall was her fiery temper. She was constantly in a battle to try and keep this under control, as she always had to be the levelheaded one between Harry and Ron.
"Get stuffed Malfoy, I don't have the time for this." She snapped trying to push past him, which resulted in him grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her back to him.
"Get your hands off of me Malfoy, before I do something I regret." She whispered in a hushed tone, trying to keep her voice down to prevent from getting caught be a higher figure of authority.
"Not until you explain yourself Mudblood." He said releasing his grip on her wrist, unintentionally allowing her the room to draw her fist back and punch him square in the face. She let out a frustrated gasp as she did so, not believing that she had just struck him and attempting to squeeze past him again. He recoiled from her brutal punch feeling his nose throb, grabbed both of her arms, then slammed her forward onto the table.
"You are nothing but a savage Granger, if you wish to be treated as such, so be it." He pushed her further into the table, feeling satisfied when she wheezed as a result of being pushed into a solid surface with his weight on her.
She struggled valiantly against him, pushing herself up off the table and spinning around to try and strike at him again. He regained control, by grabbing her by the upper arms, and pushing her backwards onto the table, standing in between her legs.
She continued to struggle against him, huffing in annoyance as she stared up at him. Her face a shade of bright red that could rival even that a Weasley, she was livid. To be man handled, called a mudblood, and treated as a lesser human simply for her blood status was currently more than she could take.
He stared down at the girl before him, standing in between her open legs, he couldn't help but notice that her skirt had risen up to expose her black panties. Her lacy black panties. He sucked in a breath as he looked upon her. He would never admit it, but he admired her. She was intelligent, fiercely loyal, witty, and undeniably beautiful.
"Let me go, you foul git before I hex you into oblivion." She said, breaking the silence that had fallen upon them under his scrutinizing gaze.
"No Granger, I don't think I will." He said, not knowing what had come over him. He leaned forward, shifting his grip to grasp of the side of her face with one hand, and keep her pinned with his other.
"What in the name of Merlin are you doing Malfoy!?" Hermione asked incredulously, unsure of how to react.
"Something I will regret tomorrow." He said leaning forward and bring his lips to hers. He kissed her with a fiery passion that he didn't even know he had possessed. It was as if all of the anger he had ever felt toward her poured out of his body and into the kiss.
At first, she struggled against him, muffled protests being drowned out by the intensity of the kiss. As he proceeded to run his tongue along her bottom lip, she felt her control slipping. She was so angry, so frustrated, and so utterly confused. She had never felt anything like what she was currently feeling. Her only prior experience had been a short, and rather sloppy kiss with Viktor the previous year, that experience couldn't hold a candle to this one. His hand lowered to her neck and he tightened his grip, Causing her to gasp and open her mouth for him. He took the invitation, whether she was willing or not. Little did he know, she was far too willing. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and was surprised to feel her tongue matching his.
He had now released his grasp with the other hand, she were completely free to move if she had wanted, and she knew so. His other hand lowered to her small waist and gripped tightly.
He left her mouth and began to trail kisses down the side of her neck, nipping occasionally as he went lower. His hands moved frantically to the buttons on her shirt and made short work of them. He exposed a plain black bra, he paused, marveling at her beauty. She looked up at him, panting slightly with wide eyes as he lowered his head to the top of her breast and begin to kiss and bite once more.
She let out a traitorous moan and bit her lip to refrain from anymore noises sneaking out of her lips. His hand was now making a path down to where she lay exposed to him, his fingers gently running between her legs, and finally coming to rest at the apex of her thighs. And just like that, the spell was broken. Her eyes cleared of their lust filled state, as she looked at him with a renewed look of disgust and alarm. She took both of her hands and pushed against his chest, hopping down from the table she did so.
"What the hell was that Malfoy?" She asked furiously, looking at him as though she had never seen him before. She began to quickly button the buttons on her shirt, and straighten out her school uniform.
"Not a word of this Granger, to anyone." He said as he took a step closer, staring into her caramel colored eyes, and with those words, he left her standing there, dazed as she stared after him, now finding herself alone in the restricted section.
She silently picked up her book which had clambered to the floor, threw the cloak over herself, and made her way through the labyrinth of bookshelves, not believing what had just occurred.
The complications of this year seemed to disappear as she thought of only one main concern. Why had she thoroughly enjoyed kissing the boy she loathed?