Hermione was in the library at Hogwarts, having needing to borrow their books for the Ministry. She couldn't find the information anywhere else so she came here to write what she needed. Taking the books away would have meant taking them away from their home. At least to Hermione. She respected the late Albus Dumbledore too much to take them away.

She'd been sitting in the library for an hour and a half already but she still had 15 more books to go through. She was sitting on a plush yet battered old velvet green couch in an isolated part of the library. The students of the school came in and out of here quite often and Hermione needed the silent isolation.

That was until a dark figure stepped into her light.

"Hello, Mudblood." Said a drawling, familiar voice. Hermione traced her gaze up the figure, not recognising his dark robes. He wasn't dressed like a student nor did she recognise him as a teacher.

"Oh. Hello Draco." She muttered, taking one quick look at his face before returning to her books. "Come to torment me, have you? You know, 'Mudblood' is getting a little old, don't you think?"

"You like it really. You like me giving you attention." Draco sat down next to her, far too close for comfort.

Hermione scoffed, loudly. "You? You're joking, aren't you? I can't stand you. I think you are an idiotic coward who is extremely unattractive." She ignored him once more, writing more down on her parchment.

She did hate Malfoy. But on the other hand, if he at least tried to be a nicer person, he was quite attractive. Well, only his face was. She despised the rest of him. Even thinking that now, it still wasn't quite the whole truth. She was curious to know what it would be like to be kissed by him, maybe even have sex but nothing more. Just to have one moment of lust between them and then go right back to ignoring each other. A thought Hermione was often struck completely confused by was the fact she hated Draco with her entire being and yet she wanted him on top of her, fucking her, kissing her. Why?!

"Oh, come off it, Granger. I can tell I make you nervous." Draco leaned his body into hers and she fought against the blushing in her cheeks, the sudden ache in her loins. She turned abruptly and pushed him away angrily.

"Never. Now leave." She said loudly. She looked quickly to see if anyone had seen but she could see only books, for what seemed like miles and miles. They were alone back here.

Draco ignored her protest and simply stood beside the desk again.

"Why are you here?" Hermione demanded, without looking up. She felt her cheeks burning and tried to slow her heart rate.

"My father is here on business. I heard you were here too and I got bored. So here I am." She dared a glance at the smug Slytherin who smiled at her openly.

"Go away. I'm busy." She wrote half a word before she saw Draco come near here so quickly she barely processed it. He grabbed her wrists and pinned her back on the sofa, lying on top of her. He nestled himself between her legs and pressed his groin against hers.

"Draco! Get off me." Hermione growled, trying to push Malfoy off. She kicked and fought, even wrapping her legs around his waist to squeeze his ribs. He grimaced but didn't move. She couldn't put her legs anywhere given the lack of room so they stayed mostly around his waist.

"See?" Draco smirked down at her. His face was so close she could smell his coffee breath. It made her light-headed but she tried her best to hide it. "You can't fight it because you know you want it."

Hermione glared at him for a second before fighting him off, harder this time, using all the strength she had in her. He stayed put, laughing. "Oh, just get off me. I don't want this. I don't want you." She spat the last word out with venom.

Draco inched his face closer to hers and she stared wide-eyed as he kissed her lips. Just a peck, testing her willpower. His eyes were closed and his hands were still pressing into her wrists. His bulge grew and Hermione almost dropped her guard.

"Draco." Hermione said, protesting, although it sounded too soft. Draco noticed straight away and smiled at her again but this time it was different, like she was giving him something new. A secret.

Draco leaned down again and kissed her, using his lips and tongue to their full advantage and, without even fully realizing it, Hermione opened her lips to him and kissed him back. Draco responded by thrusting his groin into her. Hermione pushed back, finally letting her guard fall and break. She wanted Draco, heavens knew why, but she did. She pulled against his hands on hers and this time he let her go. Hermione put her hands around Draco's neck, deepening the kiss.

Draco pulled back slightly to look at her. He had a peculiar look on his face. "I…I didn't think you actually… I was just joking." he seemed serious and Hermione didn't know whether to laugh or take advantage.

"I still hate you." She said, simply.

"So why are you kissing me back?" he asked, frowning at her.

Hermione shrugged. "Curiosity. I've thought about kissing you quite a lot, to be honest. Still don't know why."

"A lot?" Draco asked, the smirk sneaking across his face.

"Shut up." Hermione said, bringing his lips back to hers, she gripped his hair and Draco thrust into her harder one more time before leaning back and undoing his robes and shirt, revealing pale white skin down the centre. Hermione stared at it, tracing a delicate hand over his sculpted abs. He then leaned down between Hermione's legs, keeping their gaze locked. Maybe he thought she was going to change her mind and tell him to get away from her. She thought about it, mildly, before deciding she really wanted to do this, to fuck Draco Malfoy. He reached under her skirt and rubbed two fingers over the wet fabric covering her clit, soft at first, testing how far she wanted to go but she lay there, looking at Draco, needing so much more, but then he sped up and pressed his fingers down. Hermione gasped and moaned softly at his touch.

Draco slipped one long finger under the fabric and ran it along her folds. Hermione raised her hips to his finger but he moved away and unzipped his trousers just enough for his erection to spring free. Hermione watched as Draco wrapped a calloused hand around the shaft and started to pump softly, still never taking his eyes off hers. He leant down to her again, resting one hand on the pillow behind her he used his other to help guide his dick to her entrance. He used a finger to shove the fabric aside and push himself in. Hermione gasped loud and then moaned as he pushed his length into her slowly. Hermione closed her eyes, feeling Draco's thick length pull in and out of her slowly, agonisingly.

"Fuck me, Draco." Hermione whispered, thrusting her hips up into him, craving more.

Without a word or even the faintest glimmer of a smile, when the head of his dick was teasing her entrance, he gave her what she wanted and thrust into her, hard, eliciting a loud moan which Hermione quickly tried to muffle by shoving her robes into her mouth.

Draco thrusted again harder and faster. He pressed both hands either side of her head, gripped the pillows she was lying on and pushed himself inside her wetness. He reached down with one hand and rubbed small, tight circles in her clit making Hermione writhe and arch her back and moan into her robes. Draco smiled at her again, clearly loving the reactions she was giving him.

It wasn't long after when Draco gasped out his ending with a small grunt. He fell on top on Hermione, gasping in her ear.

"I told you so." He muttered in her ear. Hermione's heart rate peaked.

Draco leaned up, pulled out of her fast, zipped up his trousers and did up his shirt and robes. He smirked at a gasping, blushing, flustered Hermione and sauntered away.

She shot up from the sofa, pulling her unbuttoned shirt around her. She adjusted her soaking wet panties, pulled down her skirt and turned to her open books.

"Well," Hermione sighed. "That was unexpected." She picked up her quill and continued to write.