"Ronald Bilius Weasley! You are incorrigible!" Sweeping out of the Common Room, Hermione fumed, her cloak billowing out behind her. Tears threatened to spill from her hazel eyes, and her hair was circling her hair in wild curls.
Scrambling after the girl, the red headed boy tripped and fell to his knees. "Hermione, it's just one essay. Why are you so bloody uptight all the time? Are you on your rag? Bloody hell, woman. You're insane."
Turning, Hermione glared menacingly. "How DARE you turn this on me, Ronald. Perhaps if you learned to handle your own life, and got your priorities straight you wouldn't be in a mess like this! Next time, perchance you could tear yourself off of your bloody girl. I've had enough of your codswallup! First, you don't talk to me for WEEKS, and when you finally do, instead of APOLOGIZING like any decent bloke, you throw your school assignments at me. I am not some kind of MAID who is only here for school subjects, Ron."
Scurrying onto his feet, Ron's face was as bright as his hair. "You're just jealous because I actually have a girlfriend! You know that nobody in this school would ever touch you with a ten foot pole! You spend all your bloody time swotting away in the library, and you only wish you could be doing what I get to do!"
"Oh get stuffed, Ronald." Hermione spun on her heel, and fled the building, skirting passed fellow students, and professors, before finding herself in front of the lake. Sniffling back tears, she sat with her back to a tree, and buried her face in her hands.
"Not right now, Pansy. Just leave me alone." Draco laid on the couch in the Slytherin Common Room, exhausted. When he felt hands trailing down the front of his shirt, his grey eyes flashed open. "Sod off, woman. I told you that I wasn't in the mood. Can't you listen at all?"
"Buuuuut Dracoooooo. I miss touching you. You haven't had m over for at least two weeks. Don't you miss me too?" Her whiney voice made Draco wince, and he sat up, moving out of her reach.
"Stop talking like you're a first year. It's hideous. And if I missed you then I would be rogering you right now. But, frankly, I don't feel like it at all. Now put a sock in it." Draco ran a hand through his mildly messy blonde hair, groaning lightly.
"You don't have to be such a wanker, Draco. Is there someone else? Why don't you want me?"
"Bloody hell. Can you go clean your ears? Fuck off. I don't have the energy to listen to your bitching, let alone shag you." Wincing as a headache throbbed behind his eyes, Draco stood up, his lithe body standing near 6' tall. "Don't follow me, or I will make you wish you had never been born."
Striding out of the Common Room, Draco contemplated the Room of Requirements, but decided against it. He already had a headache, no need to make it worse. Instead, he walked outside, breathing in the fresh air. Stuffing his hands in his trouser pockets, he walked to the lake following a path around a bend so he was hidden from the school. Stooping, he picked up a few rocks, proceeding to throw them into the lake. He had only one left when he heard a shuffling behind him. Turning with a scowl on his face, he pulled out his wand.
"I warned you, wench-." Pausing he stared at a girl who was not Pansy. Flustered, he realized belatedly that it was the mudblood Granger. "What are you doing here, you filthy –."
"Don't even start, Malfoy. I'm leaving." Hermione was trying to leave without him noticing her, hoping to avoid a confrontation. She already had a headache and hoping to just relax. Quickly she bent over, picking up her quill and notebook.
"Of course you can't go anywhere without a book. Does it ever get exhausting being an insufferable know-it-all? And a prude to boot? I've heard that you don't even talk to people who do poorly academically in the chance you'll lower your intelligence. Though I guess with your bloodlines you need all the knowledge you can get, considering you will never be as good as any true witch or wizard." Draco rambled on, distracting himself from his stress and headache by berating Hermione, whose face was getting paler with every word.
Whipping out her wand, she pointed it at him with a grim expression on her face. "I honestly don't have the energy nor the will to argue with you, Malfoy. Yes, I am muggle-born. No, it does not make me less of a witch then you. Yes, it is exhausting studying all the time, but I enjoy it, and I talk to anyone. Evident by the fact I'm talking to the likes of you right now. And I am not a prude. I'm just not a slapper and I don't flash myself about. Now, you smarmy git, is that all?" Her eyes glowed fiercely with anger, and the wind lightly brushed through her hair.
Raising an eyebrow, Draco's lips lifted in a smirk, impressed by the girl. "Oh, and what are you going to do? Hex me?"
"If I have to. I told you- I am not in the mood for this. I have already had a vexing morning and I came out here to relax, then you showed up. I just want to leave."
"There's just one problem, Granger."
Sighing, Hermione shot a wistful look towards the castle, noticing how the wind had begun to pick up. "And what's that?"
"You've intrigued me. You see, girls don't talk back to me. In fact, nobody talks back to me. Especially not someone like you. And therein lies the problem. You have gone and distracted me from why I came out here in the first place, and I was quite in need of the distraction."
Pulling her cloak tighter around her to block the wind Hermione frowned. "Well you're distracted. You're welcome. Now I need to go."
Stepping closer to her, Draco's cloak billowed out, almost circling Hermione. "I think we should experiment with something. Isn't that what you like to do? Experiment and increase your knowledge?"
"What could you possibly teach me, Malfoy? Aside from bad manners and how to be prejudiced arse?" Hermione stared at him, noticing not for the first time just how defined his jawbones were.
"Well, I would teach you how to relax and not be as great of a prude, of course. The bad manners and prejudiced arse part are just complimentary." Draco grinned, his eyes still cold and unwaveringly piercing.
"And why… Why would I want that?" Hermione backed up into the tree, her heart hammering in her chest. As Draco stepped closer, a breath away from her, she lightly bit her lip, steadying her breath.
"Why wouldn't you want it, is the better question. You're exhausted, and stressed. What better way to relieve yourself?"
Hermione blinked lightly, trying to think of an argument, yet nothing came to her, it was as if his presence had blocked her from thinking straight. The only thing running through her mind was Ron's voice, echoing over and over, "You know that nobody in this school would ever touch you with a ten foot pole!"
"Why would you want this, then?"
"For being so smart you really are daft, aren't you? I would want it for the same reason." His hand lightly rested on the tree beside her face, blocking her in.
With a small nervous gasp, Hermione hesitated before nodding. "But it's one time. And no one will ever know, deal?"
Grinning, Draco let out a small chuckle. "Do you really think I would admit to this anyways, Granger?"
Rolling her eyes, Hermione finally grabbed his green tie, and pulled him against her, finding his lips shockingly soft. His hands moved to her hair, and her hip, his thumb lightly stroking above the waistband of her skirt. Letting out a soft sigh, Hermione moved to her tiptoes, her hands moving to his neck; their lips locked together in an increasingly hot kiss. Lightly his tongue traced over her bottom lip, and her lips parted in response, allowing him to delve. As their tongues tasted, and traced each other's, Draco's hand slowly unzipped her skirt, letting it pool on the forest floor. Pulling away, Draco's eyes shone with lust, as he stared at the girl's underwear. She was clad in her cloak and blouse still, and her stockings stopped midthigh, showing off her black boy shorts.
"I would had expected old, baggy knickers." He muttered, hungrily eyeing her up as she blushed lightly.
"I'm not that old school, Malfoy." Pausing, Hermione tried to control her breath, biting her lip as she ran her hands over his shoulders. "What if someone sees us?"
Chuckling, Draco moved her hands to his belt. "I'll keep my cloak on. They won't come any closer when they realize what's going on. And no one will think it's you." He groaned lightly, as Hermione dropped his belt to the ground and quickly unbuttoned his trousers, stopping to run her hand over the bulge. "We will be fine."
Taking comfort in his explanation, Hermione tugged down his boxers, and trousers, grinning lightly. "Of course they're green. Slytherins." Meeting his gaze with hers, her grin faltered, warmth pooling between her legs as he moved his hand over her panties. His finger lightly stroked her through the fabric, already feeling her wetness. Growling, he pressed his lips to hers once more, pulling down her underwear, and grinding his hips against hers. Gasping lightly, Hermione leaned more against the tree, pulling Draco with her as her leg wrapped around his hip.
Pressing against her, Draco cupped her arse, moving his hips rhythmically, causing his cock to strategically press against her clitoris. Moaning into his mouth, Hermione dug her fingers into his shoulders, wrapping her other leg around his hip. Tearing her lips away from his, she moaned, "More. Malfoy. Please"
"Groaning, he lifted her higher, using his free hand to position his length against her entrance. "Did you… Do you know the spell?" He groaned, his eyes half closed in pleasure, still rocking lightly against her.
"I'm good. I have pills… Mmmmm, Oh Godric. Just do it." She shifted above him, just as he plunged into her, causing her breath to catch, and her nails to dig deeper.
Draco squeezed his eyes shut, concentrated hard on not blowing his chance so soon. "You're so tight. Fuck, Granger. Are you alright?" Slowly he opened his eyes, staring at the brown haired girl, who was watching him with lust filled eyes.
"It's been a few months… Malfoy, move. Now." Her lips found his neck, and he growled lightly, before thrusting his hips against her. His hands steadied her, and he started to fuck her faster, sweat beading on his back. Groaning lightly, he felt her move her hand to her clit, using her wetness to lubricate it. Her breath was coming out ragged her free hand holding his head against hers as she touched herself to his rhythm.
"Oh my god. Faster… Yes.. Fuck, right there." Her hand started moving faster, and Draco groaned when he felt her tighten with her climax. Her head moved back against the tree, and he moved his hips even faster, groaning as her pussy pulsated around him. Thrusting deeper, he dug his fingers into her ass cheeks as he came, his hips moving quickly.
Breathing heavily, he slowly stopped thrusting, opening his eyes to look at the Golden girl, who was gasping lightly. After a moment, he pulled out, disentangling himself from her, and pulling up his trousers. He lightly wiped the sweat from his forehead, and licked his lips lightly.
Hermione discreetly used the bottom of her cloak to wipe herself, before replacing her knickers and skirt, rearranging her blouse. Looking up, she blushed lightly. "Well, thanks for that. I'm going to go now… Do I look adequate?"
Draco frowned and looked her over, nodding lightly. "You're fine, Granger." He cleared his throat lightly, running his hand through his hair. "One time thing?"
She nodded, scooping up her notebook and quill. "Our secret." She glanced at him one last time, before walking back down the path, his eyes following her.
Damn. Now he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about her. On the bright side, his head ache was gone. For now.