Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I also do not own rights to the song "No Light No Light" by Florence + The Machine, which inspired this fic.

-No Light-

State of Seduction

Chapter 1

Harsh blue eyes trickled over the bushy-haired appearance of one Hermione Granger with judgment, disdain, and provocation emitting from their core. The egotistical Slytherin made it routine to make her squirm in her seat with the burning sensation of his hypercritical eyes seeping into the back of her skull. Every time she shifted uncomfortably, he smiled. The delight of driving her mad without lifting a finger pleased him dreadfully. The power was grand and the execution even grander. She raised her all-knowing hand and spoke dignifiedly as he rolled his eyes.

"Right you are, Ms. Granger." Professor Flitwick granted.

Draco glared, unable to control his annoyance. Hermione Granger was a pill and the fact that he had to return to his common room and be with her again made him historically displeased.

Being a Head came with its advantages and disadvantages and Hermione Granger would be one of the shortcomings. Draco nearly sprung out of his seat when he felt Pansy's hand rest on his upper thigh. She smiled flirtatiously at him and slid her hand south. Malfoy grinned and leaned back, enjoying the dirty deed. This was often why he took pleasure in sitting in the back of the class and having Pansy as his neighbor. The thrill of participating in ill-behaved manners at the possibility of getting caught heightened the incentive to be as ruthless and mischievous as possible.

Flitwick talked and Draco ignored. The only thing he could concentrate on was the way Hermione casually twisted a curly lock around her forefinger repeatedly as she read from her Charms book. The way she let the strand glide loosely down her finger taunted him in a way he couldn't understand; just enjoyed. Pansy's hand accommodated Draco's needs as he guiltlessly pictured Hermione in place of her. The little prude could definitely learn a thing or two from him. It was sickening; the thoughts he played in his mind, the scenarios that heightened his craving were wickeder than he ever thought imaginable. He couldn't stand the girl; yes, but that didn't mean she wouldn't be a good shag in a desperate situation; not that he would ever attempt it.

Ron took Hermione's hand under the desk in a horrible attempt at subtlety and Draco rolled his eyes before glaring. He watched the way they fiddled with each other's hands, light grazes here and there, interlocking fingers. He missed no detail. He looked over every inch of her body he could see in clarity from his seat. He wanted to dig his hands in her hair and roughly pull at her lion's mane as he turned her full force into the animal he knew existed somewhere within her.

She had silky skin that secretly drove him wild. Her hands would feel like butter on him…

XOXO

The rest of the day went by dully for Draco compared to Hermione's; which was going quite wonderfully.

It had been the most amazing three weeks and four days and it all began one hot night at the burrow over summer break. The restrained passion between Hermione and Ron couldn't be contained any longer and it broke free one evening when she was saying her goodnights to everyone. He walked her to her room and right there, in the doorway, Ron unexpectedly leaned in and stole a kiss from her. It was a beautiful moment and Hermione had been walking on clouds since. Their romance had continued on for the rest of the summer in private.

"Hello, Hermione." Many people chimed in as she took a seat at the Gryffindor table for lunch.

Draco watched the group of friends from Slytherin table and felt embarrassingly envious at the warm reception in-between the lot. The closest thing he got to a balmy greeting was when young girls swooned at him when he walked into a room; giggling and blushing when he threw them a glance. Even his best friends didn't count because they were always too busy stuffing their fat faces, or behaving like Blaise; hitting on every girl who breathed.

Draco turned away, growing warily angry at the Gryffindor even though she was the fault of nothing.

"Excited for Hogsmeade tomorrow?" Ginny asked as she applied butter onto her warm biscuit.

"Absolutely," Hermione replied. "The first trip of the new school year, it's exciting!"

"Harry and I are planning on raiding Honeydukes first thing. Fred and George told me that they invented a new candy that makes your tongue look like the night sky when you turn the lights off."

"Awesome!" Ron replied with a mouthful of sandwich.

Ginny nodded and Harry laughed.

"Hogsmeade is the bright light at the end of the tunnel," Hermione spoke with annoyance. "I have to patrol the castle with Malfoy tonight before I can even think about fun."

"You want me to go with you?" Ron asked with concern after he swallowed the club.

"That's sweet, but you're not allowed," Hermione replied with authority. "I'll be fine, I can handle Malfoy. I don't necessarily want to have to deal with him, but it's in the line of duty."

She glanced at Slytherin table, catching the pompous eye of Draco before turning away from his steely gaze.

XOXO

Hermione triumphantly shut her Transfiguration book; pleased with officially having completed her schoolwork for the weekend. Glancing at the clock, it was already going on ten at night and it was time to walk the castle with Malfoy; much to her dismay.

She knocked lightly on Draco's door and got no answer.

"Malfoy!" Hermione said firmly. She knocked again; harder this time. "Malfoy!"

The door flew open and Draco stood there; arm riding up the door frame as his unbuttoned shirt placed his tempting torso on display. His tie hung loosely around his neck and he ran a hand casually through his un-slicked platinum hair.

"What?" he asked abrasively.

"It's time to patrol," Hermione replied; casually enough, walking away from his door. He was taken aback by how unphased she was at his impressive appearance. Didn't she know how girls would be throwing themselves in every direction just to get a slight peek at what she got a million galleon view of?

"What if I said no?" he played against her just looking for a chuckle as he followed her out; his shirt tails blowing behind him.

Hermione turned on her heel in immaculate fashion; getting just the right amount of attitude mixed with vitality and pre-eminence.

"If you said no, it would confirm how lazy, inconsiderate, pathetic and self-obsessed you are." She laid it on thick; no mercy for the Boy Slytherin. "You don't have to prove to me that you don't deserve the admirable title as Head Boy, but while you pretend that you're actually doing something significant to achieve the respect of your Professors, Peers, and Father, it's what you do when no one is looking that defines you."

Draco's expression was priceless.

"Damn, Granger. I'll be ready in five minutes."

That was too easy…and fun. If the battle against Voldemort would be that easy, "Hallelujah and butterbeers all around!"

She waited patiently; sitting on the sofa unenthusiastically until Draco finally came walking out of his room.

"Sitting down on the job? Unimpressed Granger...Tsk Tsk." He shook his head and took lead. Hermione followed after him, throwing daggers in his direction.

They walked the castle in silence…for about two seconds.

"This corridor smells ghastly." Draco cringed with disgust.

"Could it be your slightly overpowering cologne that smells of children's tears and crushed spirits?" Hermione asked scornfully.

Draco smiled sarcastically and nodded.

"No Granger, my scent smells of sex and wealth, and yes…it is natural. The corridor reeks of rotting corpses and sewage."

Hermione snorted with disgust as she looked over at him.

"Of all the people in the entire world; throughout history…I got stuck with you. What did I ever do to someone that amounted to the excruciating pain that I have to endure now?"

"You were born and for me, that's enough to do the trick."

Her eyes had venom in them; it was clear as day and their deadly gaze was directed at him.

"Looks like we're even then." She gritted out.

She continued in a rush to get as far away from him as she could manage. Even in the dark of the night, Draco could make out her silhouette from the light that cascaded in through the windows from the moon.

He felt that irritating attraction that he felt earlier in class for the girl. This never happened to him, especially with Hermione. It was unethical and kind of disgusting, but the thoughts wouldn't go away. He assumed he had O.C.D or something similar from the way he told himself to ravish her, otherwise, something bad might happen. Ravishing her seemed like it would be the worst thing in the end, so he attempted to put his thoughts to rest and focus on finishing the patrol.

Maybe he would stop by Slytherin house and see if Pansy was available…

"Would it kill you to keep up with me?" Hermione asked, turning around.

"Are you in a hurry to get nowhere, Granger?" Draco replied.

"I might have plans."

"Plans?" Draco stopped. "Hmm. With whom?"

"That's none of your business!"

"Weasley, perhaps? How cute." Draco cooed. "You're going to meet up with him in some dusty broom cupboard and make sweet passionate goo goo eyes at each other. Now isn't that just adorable?"

"Just leave! I can patrol on my own."

Draco stood solidly where he had stopped.

"Gee Granger, I think I might have struck a nerve."

"You struck more than that."

"Let's start over."

"Excuse me?" Hermione turned on her heel and stared at Draco.

"Let's start over. Let's be friends." It sounded more like sarcasm, but he was serious.

"Are you mad?" She asked with dire mockery. "Why would I ever want to be friends with you?"

"Because I'm not really a bad guy."

"Says the Malfoy...from Slytherin." Hermione didn't believe a word he spoke even if it may have been the truth.

"I'm being straight with you, Granger," Draco replied. "We have more to gain than lose from this partnership."

"Meaning?" She lifted her eyebrows.

As did he…suggestively.

"Malfoy! Ugh!"

"Oh please, as if you could really resist this for any longer?" He suggested himself.

"I could."

"Is that so?"

He felt an urge to take her there. He felt an urge to slam her against the stone and make her scream his name for the entire castle to hear. The thought came like wildfire and projected a phenomenon in him that almost overtook his entire body.

"You've been evading me; this, for years." he protested with a sly smile, taking a step towards her slowly; provocatively. "You've thought about us shagging haven't you Granger?" his words cut like a knife in the silence of the night. "You've been struggling with an unspoken battle deep inside your body for me, for what I could do to you."

Hermione would decline it, but she displayed goosebumps from his crude tongue.

"Imagine the extreme pleasure I could conjure up in you with just a flick of my finger or bite of my teeth." He was right in front of her, cascading a dark shadow of him over her petite frame. "How about the way I would kiss you adoringly as I fucked you savagely?" His teeth gritted out; articulate voice low and evocative.

"That would never happen." she managed to get out after a hard swallow.

"Why is that?" he asked out of curiosity.

"Because I wouldn't allow it," Hermione answered, looking him dead in the eye. "I would never lower myself to being a harlot for a dirty, conniving snake."

"You sound so tough, Granger." Draco mused. "Wait till your lying in your cold bed tonight aching to feel my hands on your body." Her poker face was amateur, transparent to Draco's inspiring perceptiveness as he could tell his words were causing a reaction in her. That only made him want more. He loved to work her up and make her rethink the thoughts she thought.

"Usually when a man has to convince a woman he's worthy of contentment, he's usually trying to overcompensate for something he's lacking." Hermione grilled with a smile; Draco smiled even.

"Good girl." He stated with that smirk. "Apparently, size does matter to you."

"That's not what I meant." She tried to defend. "That's…I…"

"Shhh." He put his forefinger on her lips and gently thrust his pelvic bone at her in a subtle swoop, her back hitting the wall they were alongside.

He had her locked in, his most sacred spot keeping her in place as his finger grazed her bottom lip. She tried to move, but he dug his hips into her enough to keep her fixed. The movement stirred up an intimate amount of magnetism towards the man standing before her, tempting her with numerous dosages of wicked fantasies and forbidden urges. His face was so close to hers, his fresh breath dizzying and hot. His forehead rested on hers as he thrust his pelvis against her again, his own breath getting hitched.

She gasped as she felt him through the thin layer of his trousers, completely awestruck.

"Does it feel like I'm overcompensating?"

The aroma of a sexy floral yet subtly musky scent pulled his attention to the pressure point in the crook of her neck. The fragrance tempted him, but it was the skin beneath he wanted.

Hermione didn't know what to do when she felt Draco's lips lightly start to caress her neck. The contact started out so innocently faint; his lips warm and full against her. She shut her eyes instinctively, enjoying the incomprehensible move.

Draco's heart was pounding in his chest; he was sure she could feel it. Like breadcrumbs, the kisses trailed from the crook of neck to her jawline, and finally to her lips.

Forbiddingly intimate, Draco placed a soft kiss upon her mouth. It was the single most erotic and mesmerizing moment of either's lives. The minimal amount of force provided by his lips over hers made evident the fact that he was just…feeling her, tasting her.

The world; this and next, disappeared behind them. He had the power to make everything he touched glow. Her lips; unmoving, waited till his started to caress hers. Slowly she realized that hers were moving in sync with his. She trembled when she felt his teeth graze her bottom lip. Aware of the reaction, he inadvertently calmed her by bringing a hand up to cradle the side of her neck in an adoring fashion.

Hermione felt an inaudible chain of reassurance; protection even, in his arms; a place she never thought she'd be. How foolish. It seemed parallel to a fly feeling out of harm's way in an inhabited web.

The two stood there in the corridor, captivated by each other. It was getting grave, intense, and without thinking his pelvis dug into her again, this time making her gasp. Seizing the moment, Draco rolled his tongue over hers, calling tenure. Her body tingled; her skin hot and sensitive to the touch. Draco felt a fire burning within him. He ached for her so deeply and began to shake from the unmet craving as if it were a drug addiction.

His hands moved south and he scooped her up by her butt, forcing her legs around his waist as they continued to snog. Holding her securely in his arms, he kissed her profoundly and with great skill, managing to get them into the nearest cupboard; not an easy task due to it being several feet from where they were.

Finally inside, there was a little old desk propped up against the wall, covered in dust and an old bucket. Draco quickly cleared it and placed Hermione down.

She gave in, accepting that whilst she never partook in anything so immoral in her life, there was nothing she wanted more than him in that instant; carpe diem. She kissed him back solidly, memorizing his feel. Draco's hands were on his belt buckle. It jingled as he desperately tried to get it unclasped. His tie landed on the wood floor seconds later and he impressively worked to unbutton his shirt without ever losing possession of her mouth.

He felt drunk. For all intents and purposes, he was drunk, on her. Hermione's mind whirled, she felt her fingers grazing Draco's bare skin, over his strong defined shoulders. His skin was warm and smooth and the trace her fingertips left as she explored his sculpted chest gave him goosebumps.

Her hands stopped right above the hem of his trousers innocently and the teasing touch made his back arch and cause him to bite down on her lip, as he tried to control his unyielding ache to touch her a bit more intimately.

Burying himself in her was the single most salacious and venomous thought of his, but he didn't know that it would affect him in such a violent way beforehand. He needed to be in her before he lost control and hurt her more than a swollen lip. He ripped off her robe before his animal magnetism got the better of him and he tore her white shirt completely open; the buttons falling to the floor.

She gasped at the cold air. Draco stopped for a moment to gaze at the view in front of him. Her chest was heaving up and down in the innocent white lace bra she wore. His eyes glazed, he growled so low it was almost indistinct.

Hermione got chills at the way he raised his head and looked her dead in the eye. His eyes were dark and completely lust masked. She was beautiful and he wanted to put his hands on her.

"You want a revelation. You wanna get it right,

but it's a conversation I just can't have tonight."

To be continued…

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