A/N: Hi guys I deleted my other story "The Bet" because I wasn't getting a good result from it and OCxDracoM isn't as popular as I thought so now I'm gonna try a different approach which is a Dramione story.

Timeline: After the war, the students came back to finish their studies.

Content: Mature. Heavy Smut. Explicit Language.

Genre: Romance. Smut.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The rightful owner is J.K. Rowling. I also don't own the characters and has no claim to it whatsoever. The plot for this fanfic however is mine and would like to take credit for it. This was made for fun and a pleasure for a fan wishing Dramione is real.

Without further ado, enjoy the story. Leave review on what you think of this chapter, follow and fave please. My goal is to get a good result in order for me to move forward with this story. Without a good amount of it, I don't think I'd have the courage to continue because my writers blocks comes from the result of my works. It would mean a whole lot. Thank you.

01

Hermione Granger has a secret; a secret she couldn't tell to Ron and Harry her best friends and even to Ginny and Luna her two closest girl friends. She wasn't ashamed of this secret but she knows her friends couldn't accept it and that's what she is mostly afraid about.

A sigh of relief escape her lips, her body relaxing against the sheet of her bed, her head rolling back; a pleased look plastered on her face. She closed her eyes, thinking back at the time during potions class when a certain blonde haired Slytherin aroused her.

Potions class was one of Hermione's favourite subject apart from Charms. She loves experimenting different kind of ingredients to make potions for the use of good and the bad. But she hates the fact that she comes third from the two experts in class; Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. As Professor Slughorn headed to his desk after instructing the work, she finds herself staring at Malfoy who sits the opposite side of her. She was thankful that his back is turned against her, giving her the sight of his muscular and toned back against the uniform. She admits that throughout the year Draco Malfoy went from an annoying, privileged and snobby brat to mature, sexy and classy guy. She wasn't sure if it was the war that made him so or it's just his genes.

Feeling a pair of eye behind his back, he turned around and is met by Hermione's piercing brown eyes. He quirked his eyebrows, his right hand holding a book with the sleeves of his shirt pulled way back that showed his arms. She blushed, quickly pulling away from his gaze; feeling embarrassed for staring but humiliated for being caught. More importantly damn him for turning her on. She crossed her legs, hoping the fire between her legs would stop and that this class would hurry up so she can deal with her needs.

After Potion's class, Hermione hurriedly packed her things, shoving her papers inside her bag. Harry and Ron went off first for their quidditch practice and was glad that she was all alone, or so she thought as she felt heat radiating off of her behind her back. She stand still, her breathe shortening. Slowly, she turned around to find Malfoy staring at her, his signature smirk plastered against his lips. She gulped, backing away slightly before her hip hits against Slughorn's desk. She looked around and cursed herself for not going earlier for everyone had gone off.

"Malfoy," she greeted, her voice shaky as she felt his eyes roam her body. Her heart's beating ten times more than a normal beat, the fire between her legs not disappearing but instead, it's gotten worse. He advanced towards her, trapping her against the desk by placing his hand on both of her sides, his body closed enough for her to smell his scent. Spearmint with a mysterious woody and warm cologne of exotic wood, rich vanilla, and new parchment. Her head swims in delight at his scent, her teeth gnawing at her bottom lip as she closed her eyes.

Draco chuckled, his hand gripping at the edge of the desk, watching her play with her soft, plump and luscious lips. He wants to be the one biting those, leaving marks. He had approached her, wanting to intimidate her but find himself getting aroused because of her. He couldn't help it ever since the beginning of 6th Year, he had found himself attracted to her physically. Before he could do anything, he pulled away from her, making sure that his right hand brush against the side of her hips. He smiled in satisfaction as he saw her shivered in pleasure at his touch. He wants her and he knows she craves him too the way she had stared at him the entire class; but he has to approach her slowly and carefully for one move can be very dangerous. He wants her and he will get her.

By the time she opened her eyes, he was gone but his scent still lingers in the classroom. She sighed, her body going limp and she leaned against the desk for support. She wasted a few minutes regaining her balance before grabbing her bag, rushing back to the Gryffindor tower.

The events from Potions class brought her here in her own dorm room where she grips the sheet with her other hand while the other plays with her soaking and aching pussy, imagining Draco Malfoy's tongue flicking against her sensitive clit while his finger fills her, pumping her in an aching pace. Her hips moved along with her fingers, her toes curling tightly, her eyes rolling at the back of her head as her moans echoed against the room. She closed her eyes shut, fingers moving faster and faster, eager for the release she needed. She imagined and wished it was Draco's finger moving inside her. She moaned louder, grips tightening against the sheet and seeing a white flash before her eyes as she reached her climax. She slumps against the bed, pulling her finger and licking herself. She groaned at the taste, feeling her liquid flows between her legs. She lay there, catching her breath and cursing at Draco Malfoy for arousing her.

Hermione Granger has a secret; she's a little vixen under her innocent facade. She likes the thought of being pleasured, controlled and dominated by someone stronger than her. It was around 6th year that she discovered this secret, two years after Viktor Krum ate her out in his room during 4th Year. That was as far as she had gone with him and wanted more after. She tried to push away the fantasies, the sexual thoughts she had have; from Harry shagging her to having a threesome with Ron, Harry and her, to grinding her wet pussy against Ginny's and Luna's. But it got worse each year, her fantasies driving her mad that every night she lay in her bed using her fingers to pleasure herself.

And now she finds herself wanting Draco Malfoy, who had started paying attention to her more everyday after the war. She knows wanting him isn't a good idea but the thought of it gives her something to crave for. She wants him and under all circumstances she will have him.