A/N: I haven't written fan fiction in a long time. Please, let me know what you think.
I will update old chapters periodically, as I read them and find mistakes. Also, I will add new chapters as frequently as possible.
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Hermione woke up blinking: once, twice, three times. She still couldn't see anything. Everything was completely dark. She tried sitting up, but noticed that her head and right side were in pain. With great effort, she pushed herself sideways and up. She reached for her wand in the inside pocket of her robe.
"Lumos" she said, igniting the tip of her wand.
Looking around the room she noticed that it was a dungeon, and the flood of memories came back in an instant.
...
"Hermione, let's go back," Ron said in a whisper.
"Ron, there is no one around. Nothing is going to go wrong" Hermione said.
"Someone could find us," Ron said stopping.
"Ron, please," she said exasperated, turning around to face him. "You know how important this is".
"Yes, but we don't have the map or the cloak, we should come back with Harry"
"You go back then, I'll look for the ingredients myself" Hermione said turning around and walking away from him.
"Hermione, please" Ron said grabbing her arm to stop her.
"Ron," Hermione said, yanking her arm away from him. "Let me do this, it'll be fine"
"Fine," Ron said finally turning around and heading back to the Gryffindor common room.
...
I should have listened to him, she thought. She extended the wand further, but the light made her head throb. She reached up to touch her right temple and noticed the warm wetness in her hand. She was bleeding. She conjured up and small towel. "Aguamenti", she said getting some of it wet to wipe the blood from her face. The cut was small, and not very deep. "Episkey," she said pointing the wand at her head, instantly healing the cut on her eyebrow. She extended her wand once again, squinting her eyes and noticing that the dungeon was mostly empty, except for a couple of broken desks, chairs and benches. She also noticed a dark figure laying on the ground on the opposite side. NO, she thought.
...
Hermione kept walking around the corridor, knowing that leaving Ron behind was not a good idea. He was not helping at all though, and she needed these ingredients to make sure they would be ready for their next potions lesson. Cursing the fact that they had made her forget all about this, she finally reached the room she was looking for but noticed a dim light coming from under the door. Who could be awake at this hour? She thought. For a second she didn't know what to do, and suddenly the door opened, and Draco Malfoy was standing in front of her.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Granger?" he asked. She'd startled him.
"I could ask you the same question, Malfoy," she retorted.
"That's none of your business, mudblood"
"Right, so it's none of yours either"
"I could tell Professor Snape what you're up to," Draco said smirking.
"Then you would have to explain why you were here yourself, you don't want that do you?"
"Fuck off," Draco said, pushing her aside and walking away.
Breathing hard, Hermione tried to concentrate on what she had come to get. She gathered the ingredients for the potion, and headed back to the Gryffindor common room. She was feeling uncomfortable, being by herself, so she started running through the small corridor, noticing as she did that it was getting darker. Suddenly, the floor disappeared from under her and she lay on a stone cold floor, unconscious.
...
She got up, and walked closer to the dark figure on the ground but didn't need to go that far. The pale blond hair gave away the person's identity. Draco Malfoy. She walked around the room, and noticed that there was no door. There wasn't any windows either. Great, she thought, now I am trapped in a stinky dungeon with none other than Draco Malfoy.
This was not a good situation. She thought of any way in which she could figure out how to get out of the room. She tried a few spells on the walls, and explored every part of the small dungeon. "Reparo," she said pointing her wand at one of the chairs after exhausting most of her ideas. She also conjured a small fire on top of the desk, and sat in front of it. There has to be a way out, she thought. Her concentration was broken when Draco stirred. He slowly started to get up. He didn't notice her presence. He winced while moving his arm, and saw his elbow was bleeding. He wiped some of it off on his shirt and started talking it off.
"I'd rather you not do that," Hermione said.
"FUCK!" Draco said, jumping in his seat. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Oh, having a delightful time, actually" Hermione said sarcastically.
"What?" Draco said, getting up and walking around.
"We're obviously trapped," Hermione said.
He looked at every wall, the ceiling, even touched around the floor. He couldn't find a way out either. "So, you're just going to sit there?"
"It's no use, Malfoy, I tried everything already" Hermione said.
"Fine," Draco said. He walked over to the other chair, fixed it and sat on it. He went to take his shirt off again.
"I asked you not to do that," Hermione said.
"I don't take orders from you, Granger" Draco said smirking, and taking his shirt off. "Does it make you uncomfortable?"
"No," Hermione said blushing and turning away.
They sat in silence for a while. Every now and then, Hermione would turn to look at him. His body was smooth and pale, his muscles defined. She had to try not to look at him too long. He had grown so much since they first met, and she couldn't deny that he was attractive. All the girls in school thought so. He was tall, and lean. Hermione had always avoided thinking of him that way.
"What are you looking at, Granger?"
Shit, he had caught her. "Nothing," she said.
Draco laughed.
"Shut up, Malfoy," Hermione said.
"Make me," Draco said smiling.
"What?" Hermione said. The way he had said the words was almost like a dare. She was confused.
"I said," Draco said getting up and walking towards her "make me."
"What?" She noticed the way his whole body moved. How the muscles on his arms and abs moved as he walked. He was mesmerizing.
"Is that all you can say now?"
"Get away from me," Hermione said, when he put his hands on the back of the chair she was sitting on, his face inches away form hers.
"Really?" Draco said, completely ignoring her orders.
"Yes, really," Hermione said, turning her face away from his. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating. "Leave me alone. Someone is bound to find us anytime now"
"What do you say we have some fun before they come?" Draco said.
"Are you mad?" Hermione asked in disbelief.
"Well, I'm horny. It looks like we'll be here for hours, and no one will know what happens because I know you won't tell"
"Shut up," Hermione said.
"So, it's true, you won't tell?"
"I won't tell because nothing is going to happen," Hermione said.
"I can't agree" Draco said getting even closer.
In one swift move, he turned her chair around, pushed it against the desk. She couldn't breathe. His face was so close to hers, she could feel the warmth of his breath. She could feel the heat emanating from his body. It made her shiver.
"Stop," Hermione whispered.
"Why?" Draco asked.
"Because I don't want anything to do with you," she said defiantly.
"Fine," Draco said, smiling and walking around to the other side of the desk to sit on the other chair.
Hermione took a deep breath. They sat in silence for a while. She wouldn't dare look at him. She was afraid he could see her desire in her eyes. Draco broke the silence for the second time.
"So, are you a virgin then?" he asked.
"That is none of your business, Malfoy," Hermione said, angered and still not looking in his direction.
"So, you are," he deduced.
"Why do you care anyway?" Hermione asked, turning to him.
"Well, you've come a long way, Granger," Draco said. "I've noticed"
"Why do you want to do anything with me, anyway? You sure seem grossed out by me," Hermione said.
"I have to do that, idiot," Draco said. "Malfoys are supposed to detest mudbloods. That doesn't mean I can't see the incredible ass that you have"
"UGH!" Hermione said turning away, but a bit pleased with herself.
"Come here," Draco said.
"I'm not going to go anywhere near you," Hermione said crossing her arms across her chest.
"Then," Draco said getting up, "I'll bring you"
"What?" Hermione said. Before she knew it, he was picking her up by the armpits and sitting her on top of him on the chair. "No," she said struggling.
"Relax," Draco said looking in her eyes. Somehow the gaze of his dark grey eyes had the effect he wanted. She sat on his lap sideways, arms crossed but didn't struggle. "This is much better, you can keep me warm" He had one hand on her waist and the other on her knee. The one on her knee started to move slowly upwards, and he never took her eyes off her.
"Malfoy, what are you doing?" Hermione said, finding difficulty breathing.
"What do you think?" Draco said, as his hand made its way under the hem of her skirt.
"Stop," Hermione said, uncrossing her arms and using one of her hands to stop Draco's from going further.
"Do you really want me to, Granger?"
"Yes," she said looking straight into his eyes.
He picked her up, and sat her on the desk. Facing her, he grabbed both of her hands and held them down. She didn't struggle.
"Draco, stop," Hermione said, simply because she knew it was right, not because she wasn't enjoying this little game they had started.
"Are you sure?" Draco whispered in her ear, which he then bit lightly.
"I…" Hermione said, closing her eyes, as he then bit her neck and started sucking on it. She became lost in the pleasure that it gave her.
"What was that?" He said, kissing down her neck to her collar bone. He released one of her hands and started undoing the buttons of her blouse.
"Draco," Hermione said looking in his eyes, and stopping him from undoing the buttons.
"Please," Draco said with a smirk. He grabbed her head with his hand and slowly brought it up to his. He kissed her, like no one had kissed her before. It was hard, almost desperate. She couldn't believe she was kissing Draco Malfoy, but it felt so good. It didn't matter anymore what was right or wrong, she kissed him back. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands in his hair, yearning for more.
Suddenly and without warning, she felt something like a hook pulling her belly button in and found herself on top of Draco on the floor of yet another dungeon. This time facing Professor McGonagall.
"Are you alright?" She asked the both of them.
"Fine," Hermione said, getting up and straightening her clothes. Also, praying that McGonagall wouldn't notice the state they had just been in. "Thank you, Professor"
"Yeah," Draco said, getting up as well.
"You will not be thanking me in the morning. I don't expect this from you, Granger. Now go back to your common rooms, immediately," Professor McGonagall said. "We shall discuss this in the morning"
They both nodded, and made their way back. Hermione didn't know what to think, she had just done the unthinkable with Draco Malfoy. She walked back to her common room, thinking the entire time about whether or not it would ever happen again.