Hermione sat it Double Potions class listening to Professor Snape rant on about a potion they where going to be making that day. Normally, she would be paying very close attention and taking notes on Professor Snapes lecture. Today, however, she found herself getting caught up in a daydream featuring an unlikely someone.
She was revived from her daydream due to Harry shaking her shoulder.
"Hermione, you okay?" asked Harry. She looked around and noticed half the class had already gotten up to get the supplies.
"Yes, slightly dozed off. Would you mind getting ingredients?"
The rest of the class went on rather uneventfully. As hard as she tried, Hermione couldn't help but steal glances towards this unlikely someone.
Later that evening, Hermione, Ron and Harry ate their dinner while chewing over homework and Quidditch. Hermione couldn't get herself into the conversation. Instead she found herself shooting looks at her unlikely someone and every once in a while she noticed him looking back. Not too sure what to make of this, she decided to head to the library.
"Where're you off to?" Asked Ron when she abruptly stood up with her bag over her shoulder. "The library. I need to look up a few things for my Ancient Ruins essay." She replied hurriedly.
Hermione quickly dashed out of the Great Hall, hoping she hands caught 'someones' attention.
After a short journey, Hermione had deeply engrossed herself in an Ancient Ruins book. Her attention was so completely undivided that she didn't hear footsteps coming from behind her. Nor did she feel someone reading over her shoulder.
"Reading anything good, mudblood?" whispered a cool voice, an all too familiar voice, the voice of her unlikely someone.
Hermione jumped and nearly dropped her book. She looked around quickly to confirm who the voice belonged to. When she looked around, her face was entirely to close to his, only inches apart. She was face to face with her unlikely someone, Draco Malfoy. She took a few steps away from him, placed her book on the shelf and said,
"Malfoy, I'm shocked you even knew where the library was."
"I'm sure theres a lot of things I could do to shock you." said Malfoy, advancing on her with a slow growing smirk on his face.
Hermione felt uncomfortable being here with Malfoy, in a dimly lit library. A section that just so happened to be located in the far corner and away from anyone else. She grabbed her bag to leave, she wasn't too keen on being alone with Malfoy. Knowing his reputation, he couldn't be up to anything good. As she was about to make for the exit for the library, Malfoy grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. Their bodies where now touching. Malfoy slowly released his grasp on her arm and slid his hand around her waist.
Hermione's first thought was to run away, to get out of this as quickly as she could. However, she couldn't will herself to move or even look away from his pricing, overpowering eyes.
With his free hand, he slowly ran it up her arm, her shoulder and let it rest on the back of her neck. Hermione felt as though her heart was about to leap out of her throat. If she was to say that she didn't want what she thought was going to happen, happen then was as big of a liar as Ritta Seeker. One thing she deeply needed to know was how these feelings for Malfoy came into her life.
A sly smirk spread over Malfoys face as he bent his head closer to hers. He ever so slightly kissed her on the lips and, to his surprise, she kissed him back.
Hermione's mind went completely black, she was in total bliss. Her hands, seeming to have a mind of their own, found their way to the back of his head and played with his hair.
She felt his tongue lightly graze her lips and they automatically opened, giving him access. Their tongues slowly danced with each other.
Their kisses became more vigorous, and soon she felt Malfoy direct her to a nearby wall. The moment her back hit the wall, he took his hand off neck and roamed the curves of the body. His hands slid down her waist, back up her abdomen and finally landing on her breast, slightly fondling it.
His lips left hers and kissed a trail down her jaw line and to her neck. Malfoy lightly kissed, licked and nipped at her neck. Hermione couldn't help but let a small moan escape from somewhere in her throat. Malfoy took this as an invitation to bite harder, and that he did.
She felt as though her entire body was on fire. The spot in-between her legs began to moisten as he bit harder. She knew he'd leave marks, but she didn't care. She ever wanted this to end.
Without thinking, Hermione wrapped her leg around his back and felt his stiffness. Malfoy was completely taken aback by this. He would never have thought that this goody goody Gryffindor would be giving him full access to third base. He decided to act on this, not knowing how long it would take for her to understand what she had just done, and moved his hand from around her waist. He ran his hand up her leg and finally to her womanhood. He was even more surprised to find her panties nearly soaked. His lips came to hers again and they began to kiss more intensely.
Malfoy pushed her panties aside and teasingly played with her clit. Another, louder, moan escaped from her. She found herself mentally pleading with him. She couldn't take it anymore, this frustrating teasing was driving her mad. Hermione wanted, needed him and all of him.
Sadly, her mental pleas went unanswered. He moved her hand away from her wetness and his lips left hers. Hermione stared into Malfoys eyes for only a moment as an egotistical grim came to his face.
She dropped her leg and soon regretted this. The moment that her leg dropped Malfoy turned from her and began to leave.
"You can't do that!" She called after him a bit too loudly.
"Watch me." He hissed back, leaving her completely unsatisfied.
