Story Notes: This "story" is actually a series of drabbles I've written for the LJ community dramioneldws.

Story Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling. The whole Harry Potter universe belongs to her. I just like to manipulate her world and the characters in it. For the love of all that's holy, do not sue me.

Week: One
Prompt: Must take place in a library
Word Count: 499
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: Sexual Content

Refreshing Memories

Her face was flushed and her hair tousled. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was labored. Her body was covered in sweat and her legs shook.

Leaning her head back, she rested it on the shelf of the bookcase. She knew it was wrong. Merlin, it was so wrong, but she couldn't stop herself. There was something about being in the library – the smell of aging parchment, the color of the ink on the pages, the frayed edges of the books, something – that made her body quake with need. There was something about being in the library with him – his chiseled jaw, his perfect blond hair, the sexy smirk on his lips – that made her throw all her inhibitions to the wind.

And he knew it.

"Oh, Merlin, don't stop," she groaned, her husky voice sounding foreign to her.

He pushed in harder, causing her skull to crack into a large tome. She barely noticed.

"You're so tight," he growled into her ear before slamming into her again. She felt a surge of pleasure wash through her aching core. She loved it like this: rough and fast. It made the forbidden act so much more…intense.

She raked her nails down his back, reveling in the way they left long, red marks on his porcelain skin. He rewarded her efforts with a bite on the neck and thrusting into her harder.

Her breathing became more erratic as he drove himself into her. The shelves were pressing into her back and she was sure she'd have marks later, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to topple over the orgasmic cliff she was running toward and get sucked up into the ocean of euphoria at the bottom.

She was so close...and getting impatient.

"Finish it!" she ground out between clenched teeth, biting down on his shoulder as he reached down to press his thumb to her aching clit.

"Hermione?"

Hermione whipped her head around so fast she felt the pain shoot through her neck before she heard the cracking sound.

Her hand went to her neck instantly and she groaned loudly. At the same time Draco shot out of his chair across from her and knelt beside her. "Merlin, Hermione, are you alright?"

She nodded. "I'm fine."



He rubbed his hand over her neck gently and then dropped it to her bare knee. They were quiet for a moment – Draco staring and Hermione adjusting herself, trying to calm the shudder that rushed through her body during her daydream.

"You were thinking about it again, weren't you?"

She looked at him innocently. "Whatever are you talking about, Malfoy?"

He smirked and she melted. "Our first time." His eyes glanced over at their bookshelf across from their usual table in the back.

"I'm sorry? 'Our first time'?" she grinned.

Swift as a stalking cat, he pulled her from her chair and pressed her against the bookshelf. Her breath hitched in her throat. "Oh yes," he smirked, "Let me refresh your memory."