That's a loaded question

by Lourrenda07

What would happen if Hermione and Draco happen to find themselves alone in the library? Slightly AU*

This is my first time writing something like this.. let me know what you think! :)

Hermione Granger sat in the back of the library, her head cradled in the palm of her hand. She stared transfixed out a large window, loosely twirling a chestnut curl around the index finger of her free hand. It was late May, and the temperatures in the castle had been rising. Most of the students were spending a lazy Saturday outside by either the lake, or down by the quidditch pitch. Exams were scheduled to begin the following Monday, so most were trying to escape the stress of studying one last time before the entire student body became library bound. Not Hermione Granger.

Hermione had always been known as the studious one in her group of friends. You don't make it to the top of your class without putting the work in. And Hermione was always more then willing to put the work in. Studying was a passion of hers. There was always so much more to know. And that was especially true for the wizard world. Being muggle born meant she had to try harder. She wasn't born into this world. Didn't grow up knowing the appropriate customs and cultures. But she knew she fit in here. No matter what anybody said.

Looking at the Great Lake outside the window, the young woman began to hum. She kicked off one of the flats on her feet, and began to swing her foot back and forth. The sound of laughter floated towards her from the grounds, and she smiled softly to herself. Let them have their fun out in the sun. She would have hers in the library. The shelves of books always calmed her. The smell of old parchment would surround her, and the thick carpet never failed to muffle the noises that the busy castle always provided. And when she was at the table in the back, it was like being in her own world. She had her window over looking the grounds, and was surrounded on three sides be towering bookshelves. Situated as she was, the only way into her corner of the library was directly in front of her table.

Glancing up now, she watched a book be pulled off the shelf in the corner, and spied the crisp white linen of the school uniform. She watched the form pad quietly away through the maze of shelves that the Hogwarts library offered, and thought to herself: I had assumed I was the only one mad enough to stay inside today.

Giving a delicate shrug, the shapely brunette once again turned to the parchment laid out in front of her. She was all caught up on her actual school work, of course. But she didn't want to fall into any form of false security before the exams were to take place; and so she had asked Professor Slughorn to compile a list of examples that could be referenced to during the test. The older potions master had agreed, and complimented her on her academic devotion.

The laughter ringing through the open window soon sounded to a dull background noise. The only sound to be heard was quill scratching parchment, or the occasional rustle of pages being turned. The sky outside was beginning to darken when Hermione finally laid down the quill in her hand. Closing her eyes, she arched her back, and stretched the fingers of her right hand. It had taken her three hours to complete the worksheet before her, she noted, glancing at the slim watch she wore on her wrist. She was pulling the parchment towards her when she heard a deep chuckle.

'Don't tell me you're going to double check your work.' A silky voice called from behind the nearest book shelf.

Looking up startled, Hermione reached for her wand. 'Maybe I am.' She replied, a defiant tilt to her chin. 'What's it to you?'

Her challenge was met with another chuckle. 'I didn't think the brightest witch of her age would second guess herself.' The masculine voice said, closer to the aisle between shelves. 'Put your wand away, Granger. I mean you no harm.'

There was only one person who called her Granger. 'Malfoy.' Hermione tightened her grip on her wand, and purposefully ignored the tingle on the back of her neck. That had been happening a lot lately. The thought crossed her mind determinedly before she banished it away.

'Such contempt.' The blonde man stepped into her line of sight, his hands held up before him. Hermione watched him casually lean against the end of the last shelf, and cross his ankles. 'You gonna hex me, Granger?' He asked, looking pointedly at her wand.

'I haven't decided yet.' She responded honestly. Hermione took a moment to let her eyes travel over the young man before her. He was taller then her 5'6 frame. And where she was tan, with thick chestnut hair; he was pale with white, blonde locks falling into his silver eyes. He's growing his hair out. She noticed, frowning. When he raised a single blonde brow at her look, she turned away.

'What were you working on?' Malfoy asked, tucking his fingers in the pockets of his dark slacks. He wore the school uniform; the top buttons of his dress shirt were undone, and he had loosened the green and silver tie around his neck. He looked like a student who had just spent the last few hours hidden away in the library.

'I had Slughorn draft me a potions worksheet to prep me for exams.' Hermione said, looking anywhere then at the man before her. She had noticed that if she spent too long staring at the taller man, she would forget who he was. And that simply could not do.

'I wouldn't think you would need the practice.'

'I don't.' She said, a haughty tone to her voice. She spared the boy a quick glance, her amber eyes clashing with his striking silver. 'But one must not get too complacent.'

'No. One must not.' He murmured, a strange tone to his voice. Hermione glanced up, startled, when the chair across from her was pulled out. 'Mind if I sit here?'

'Malfoy.' Sighing, Hermione ran a small hand through her slightly messy hair, and asked, 'what do you want?'

'What do I want?' Draco Malfoy sat back, and let out a low whistle. 'That's a loaded question, Granger. Don't you think?'

How does he mean? 'What do you mean?'

A wolffish smirk crossed his smooth features, and Hermione was startled to watch the silver of his eyes darken before her. 'What do you think it means?' He asked, his voice a dangerous whisper.

Hermione felt her throat go dry, and dropped her hands to her lap. He can't know that I've developed a.. a fascination with him. She reasoned with herself. She had only come to the conclusion the night before while she had lay in bed. Sleep had been alluding the young witch these past few months. And last night, with the curtains to her four postered bed pulled tight around her, Hermione spent the evening reviewing all she had recently learned about the man before her. And when she had finished her review, she felt the flush that had spread through her body. For, it had not just been Malfoys intellectual nature that had caught Hermiones notice. No. The arrogant school yard bully had grown up. While, yes, he was still an arrogant toe rag, that doesn't just change. But he was an attractive toe rag. Anyone who said otherwise was lying to themselves.

'Nothing to say?' Malfoy cheekily asked. 'Alert Skeeter. I've rendered the know it all speechless.'

Rolling her eyes, Hermione pushed back from the table and began gathering her materials into a neat pile. 'You know, I think I'll just finish up in the common room.' She said, irritation clear in her amber eyes. 'It's getting crowded in here.' Malfoy sat silently while she shoved countless books, loose parchment, and an array of quills into her sturdy black bag. Hermione shoved a hand through her messy hair, and slung the bag over her shoulder. 'Malfoy.' She said dismissively.

She had taken a single step past him before his hand was loosely circling her wrist. With her wand clasped tightly in her right hand, Hermione halted, but didn't turn around. She felt him stand behind her, and move the thick wave of hair away from the side of her neck. His warm breath caressed her skin, and she had to fight a shudder. Closing her eyes, she waited for him to move. To say something.

'I'm sorry.' His deep voice said behind her. She felt the heat of his body, though he touched her only at her wrist. The hold he had on her was gentle, but firm. 'Stay.'

Hermione stiffened at the quiet command, her pulse jumping, though she was unsure why. 'I'm not someone you can just command to do your bidding, Malfoy.' She said, steel evident in her voice.

' I didn't- shit, Granger.' He released her wrist, and Hermione turned to see him shoving a hand through his blonde hair, causing the front to stand up haphazardly. A sight she knew not many saw. Draco Malfoy didn't do messy. 'That's not what I meant.'

'Well. What did you mean?' She asked, crossing her arms under her full chest. Do not think about how cute he looks standing there, his hair a mess. She told herself sternly. She could see his annoyance clear on his face, and had to fight a smile. He was looking away from her, his hands shoved in his pockets again. Scowling. He's always had a cute annoyed look though.

'All I meant..' he let out a frustrated breath, and turned back towards her. His silver eyes looked lost, like he was treading unfamiliar land. Once he cleared his throat, he stepped back and shrugged. 'You don't need to leave. You were here first after all.'

Hermione fingered the strap of her bag, and studied the man before her. It almost sounds as though he's trying to be apologetic. She thought, a questioning look on her face. 'The table is plenty large enough for two to work.' She said, placing her bag next to her vacated chair, before sitting back down. She once again kicked off a flat, and tucked her foot underneath herself.

'Wh-?' Malfoy stood staring at her for a whole minute with his brow furrowed before slowly slipping into the chair across from her. Hermione had already pulled a large text on alchemy out of her school bag, and was pursuing it silently. She watched from the corner of her eye as Draco Malfoy studied a spot above her left shoulder, a thoughtful expression on his face.

That's a loaded question, Granger. Don't you think? His voice sounded in her head on repeat. What did he mean? Staring at the same passage for five minutes had Hermione silently seething to herself. She carefully shut the cover, and set it neatly to the side. 'Malfoy?' She waited until he met her questioning gaze, 'what did you mean?'

'About what?' He asked, his gaze fixed on hers.

Clearing her throat, Hermiones fingers tangled together on the tabletop. 'When you.. when you said it was a loaded question.' When he remained silent, she let out a frustrated breath. 'I had asked what you wan-'

'I remember what you asked.' He cut her off, his gaze shifting away.

'Well?' Her fingers were knotting themselves together it seemed, and her heart felt like it was beating overtime. What did he mean?

'Granger..' Malfoy trailed off, and gave a jerk of his shoulder. 'I was trying to get a rise out of you. That's all.' Reaching out, he covered her anxious hands with one of his own. 'Will you stop?'

Pulling her hands away from his large warm one, she settled them on her lap, and chuckled. 'Sorry. You- you make me nervous.' She admitted quietly.

The man across from her frowned, and looked at the tabletop. He was quiet for so long, Hermione didn't think he would answer. But he did: 'I'm not surprised. I've acted a total git in the past.'

'Yeah, that too.' Hermione smiled cheekily at him when he looked up. Her smile dimmed when she added, 'I've recently found myself.. hmm-' she trailed off, with a narrowed gaze. What am I doing? She frantically asked herself. Stop talking! Of course, she didn't listen. 'I've recently found myself.. thinking about you.'

'Thinking about me?' His voice was curious, and dangerously low again.

Hermione nodded. 'I really have no idea why I'm even telling you this.' She primly stated, before running her manicured hand through her mess of curls. 'But they come at the most in opportune times.'

'Really?' A slow grin crossed his face. And Hermione felt the muscles in her belly tighten. What are you doing? Stop talking, now! 'What do you consider an in opportune time?'

Hermione gave herself a small shake when she caught herself staring at his mouth. 'Uh.. i really don't know why I said that.' Her brow was furrowed, and she caught her full bottom lip between her teeth.

'C'mon, Granger.' Malfoy coaxed, 'you cant leave me hanging now.'

Chewing on her bottom lip, she cocked her head and looked at him. Why not go all in? You've got no real experience with any of this. Only that bit with Krum. And if he laughs and tells everyone the Mudblood admitted to feelings of attraction, deny. She reasoned with herself. And if he does do something Malfoy-like with this information.. who's going to believe him? She silently mused, before taking a deep breath, and saying:

'You see.' She started, before stopping. Her tongue weighed about a thousand pounds. What is she doing? This is Draco Malfoy. Slytherin Prince. She was Hermione Granger though. Gryffindor Princess. She glanced up, let her amber gaze become consumed by his molten silver. 'Is training for quidditch vigorous?'

'What?' Malfoy sat back confused, and shoved a hand through his hair again.

'I just mean- you've got a great body. I assumed quidditch was the cause of it.' Hermione stated.

Malfoy blinked at her. Once. Twice. Three times before grinning. 'Did you just compliment my figure, Granger?'

'I suppose I did.' Hermione gave a nervous laugh before explaining. 'The other day in potions, must've been two weeks ago now. You and Zabini sat to my right. I remember watching you. Out of the corner of my eye. You were slicing mandrake root ever so diligently. You've got great forearms.' She felt her cheeks flush at the confession.

'You watched me cut mandrake roots?' Malfoy asked, causing her flush to darken. When she nodded her head, he smirked, and leaned back in his chair. Hermione watched him silently roll the sleeves of his shirt to just below his elbow.

Rolling her eyes, Hermione said: 'I think it was during the same period. I was in the supply cupboard and you came up behind me.. I had realized how tall you've grown.'

'Ah.' Malfoy studied her face in silence for a moment, before nodding. 'I remember that day.' He cleared his throat, 'you were reaching for something on one of the higher shelves. I had almost offered to assist you.' He gave her a slow smile then, and Hermione felt her breath catch at the sight. If only he would smile like that always, she thought, her heart fluttering in her chest. 'But then you gave this little wiggle and hop, and I got a view of you I never could've have imagined.'

Closing her eyes, Hermione silently groaned to herself. She had forgotten about that. Probably blocked it out honestly. She had been reaching for lacefly wings. And when she gave her 'little hop' her skirt had gotten caught on an exposed nail. It had torn the material, which caused it to give a little and start to slide down her waist. She had caught it, and cast a Reparo instantly. Go figure the only person to have witnessed that incident was none other then Draco Malfoy himself.

'I must admit, to save you the embarrassment you obviously feel, all I saw was a small amount of green material.' His wolffish grin was back, and his eyes were once again dark. 'Continuing on with our honesty though, it's only fair to tell you, I've pictured you in nothing but that green material I glimpsed.'

'You have?' Hermione asked him breathlessly, with wide eyes. Her tongue darted out and traced her lower lip at his confession.

'And what a lovely picture I painted.' He said in a silky voice. 'Tell me about when you've thought about me. During the- how did you phrase it- inconvenient times.'

'In opportune times.' She corrected. Hermione began to trace unseen designs into the oaken tabletop before them, and explained in a shy voice: 'Like, Tuesday evening. Astronomy. Instead of filling in the chart of the Phoenix like instructed. I spent a ridiculous amount of time gazing at the constellation you're named fore.'

'And did you complete your chart?' Malfoy asked, his eyes dark like a storm.

'Of course I did.' Was Hermiones clipped reply. When Malfoy chuckled, she narrowed her eyes. 'And then last night. When I was in my bed. You disturbed my thoughts.' There. She thought. What's he have to say about that?

She heard his breath catch, and smiled at him coyly. Hermione knew she was treading on dangerous ground. She knew who sat across from her. What he had done. But, if the Minister was willing to give him a second shot, so should she. Right? Malfoy opened his mouth just to close it. Lowering her voice, Hermione leaned towards him slightly, 'alert Skeeter. It seems I've rendered mr Malfoy speechless.'

When Hermione gave a quiet laugh, Malfoy grinned. And with narrowed eyes, asked her: 'you're trying to get a rise out of me, yeah?'

Hermione looked at him from lowered lashes and shook her head. What are you doing? She questioned herself. You should've gone back to the common room, and ignored anything to do with Malfoy. She held his gaze, and her breath, waiting for his response. He just sat there, silently staring at her. The longer he stared, the louder her pulse had begun to beat. 'We would do best to steer clear of each other, Hermione.' He said at last, in a gruff voice.

Lowering her amber eyes, Hermione chastised herself. What were you expecting? At least one of us has good sense. He's right you know. Too much history. But history be damned, she wanted to get to know this man. 'Is that what you want?' She asked him in a soft voice. Their gazes caught, and held.

'It's not about me.' Was his simple reply.

It's not about me. It's not him he's thinking about. It's her. The golden girl of the wizarding world. He was Draco Malfoy. She was Hermione Granger. Searching his stormy gaze, she gave a single nod before standing up and walking around the table.

Sitting on the table next to his elbow, Hermione smoothed our her skirt. After linking her hands together, she nudged him with her knee. 'Do you wanna know what I want?' She asked him, once he met her stare.

She saw his deep inhale, and watched him push his chair away from the table. Once he stood before her, his hands tucked in his pockets, he asked what it was she wanted.

'I don't want to steer clear.' Was all the response she supplied. She sat before him silently, and watched his mind turn behind his searching gaze. 'Do you wanna know what I thought about last night?' She asked him in a seductive tone.

His eyes flashed, and clouds moved over the sun outside, casting their corner in a shadow. It was just them. In the library. In the castle. In the world. 'I got to thinking about all the times I ran into you here. And how it used to frustrate me so much. Because, you're Malfoy. You don't belong in the library.' When his lips lifted in a small laugh, she continued. 'Then I got to thinking about how I actually liked having you here. Kind of gave me something to look at.' He grinned at that. 'Somehow, I got to thinking about what would happen if we were left alone, just the two of us in this library. Would we get into it? That seems our style.'

'Well.' Malfoy cleared his throat, and took a step closer to her. He stood just in front of her without touching her. 'Madam Prince went on break about half an hour ago. And we've been alone. So no. I don't think so.'

Hermione let her legs drift slightly apart, and watched as Malfoys gaze fell to watch. 'No. I didn't think that would be the case either.' Kicking her flats off, she crossed her ankles, and leaned back on the palms of her hands. Letting her chest thrust forward slightly, she cocked her head and said, 'I imagined we used our.. chemistry in a different way.'

'Our chemistry?' Malfoy cleared his throat. Hermione was pleased to see him struggle. He was trying to keep his gaze on her face, but it kept falling to her chest and lower. He sent more glances at her tan legs then her chest.

Nodding her head, Hermione replied, 'yup.' She sat up, and made a show of uncrossing her legs, just to recross them the other way. Glancing into his eyes, she saw her want reflected there. And so, she breathlessly told him, 'touch me.'

Malfoy pushed her legs further apart, and stepped between. He ran the back of a finger gently down her cheek, her eyes stuttered close. But when his breath fell against her closed mouth, she blinked up at him. He tangled a hand in the back of her curls and pulled her mouth to his own. His mouth was hot, and smelled of mint. And his jaw where Hermione laid her hand was chiseled and prickly. She heard a soft sigh, and was startled to realize it had came from herself. A hand fell to her waist, and pulled her to the edge of the table. Gasping when her center hit the hard planes of Malfoys stomach, and then again when his tongue started a sensual dance with her own.

Hermione let her head fall back, and felt Malfoy drop hot, wet kisses to her neck. Panting, she rubbed against him, while he asked, 'what do you want, Hermione?' Gods. The way he says my name. He reached the top of her school shirt, and paused at the button. Opening her eyes, she met his questioning stare. One blonde brow was raised as he fingered the top button. When she nodded, he pressed a quick kiss to her lips, and tore her shirt open. His eyes darkened, and a slow grin spread across his face. 'Sweet Merlin.'

Moaning when he cupped her heaving tits, she gasped when his thumbs brushed her nipples through her bra. The dark green fabric was pulled tight across the erect nubs, and every time Draco brushed even the lightest touch across them, caused Hermione to pant. He pulled the cups down, pushing her already perky tits higher on her chest. Hermione felt him enclose one tight bud between his teeth, and the sharp pinch he supplied the other. 'Malfoy.' She groaned out, grinding against him, her legs wrapped around his waist. How did that happen? She felt her nipple fall from his lips, it stood hard, red and wet. When he blew against it, she arched her back and begged. 'Please.'

'Please what?' Malfoy asked, and leaned down to nibble at her collar bone.

'I want-' Hermione broke off with a gasp when he bit down.

'What do you want?' He huskily asked, his lips against her skin. But all Hermione could do was moan. Her body was hot. And slick. And she felt a tightening low in her stomach. If only I could get some friction, she thought desperately. She felt Malfoy lay his hand low on her stomach, and start rubbing small circles. 'Look at me.'

When her wide amber eyes met his dark silver, she shuddered, and raised her hips. 'Draco, please.' He grinned when she said his name. And settled his hands against her tan thighs. Wrapping her hands around his thick forearms, she lifted her hips to him. Her school skirt slid to puddle around her waist, the shirt entails still tucked into place. Hermione gazed at the man leaning over her; his silver eyes dark with lust. Grinding her covered center against his hard body, had his eyes shuttering and caused a primal moan to slip past his parted lips.

When he slid his hands beneath the fabric of her skirt, Hermione let her head fall back. His thumb brushed over her through her wet panties, and she arched against his hand. Thank the Gods. When he pressed against her sensitive bud, she moaned his name, and tore at the buttons on his shirt. Slipping her hands beneath the open material, she lightly ran her nails across his flat stomach. It's like every part of him is hard. She pushed at the material on his shoulders and let the shirt fall off his form. Pausing to look at the chest before her, she smirked up at the man, and caught her lip between her teeth. She leaned forward, and traced a nipple with her tongue, and felt him drop a kiss to the top of her head before slipping a finger under her panties and into her warm folds. Gasping when he began to pump the single digit in her center, she latched on to his bare shoulders. 'Salazar, Granger.' He groaned out, 'you're so wet.'

Draco pushed her onto her back and while Hermione looked at him, slid another finger to join the first, his hand rubbing against her clit. Throwing her head to the side, she moaned. 'More, please.'

Malfoy chuckled darkly, and pulled his fingers out of their wet hole. Placing them against her panting lips, he leaned close, 'open.' Her pulse jumped at the command, but Hermione obediently obeyed. When Malfoys wet fingers passed her lips, she began to instinctively suck on them. The salty flavor of herself overwhelmed her senses. Panting around his fingers, she groaned. 'You like that?' He asked, his gaze hot and fixed on her mouth. Pulling her into a heated kiss, he gave her hair a tug, and ground against her. Their teeth scraped, and tongues clashed. And still, Hermione wanted more.

Reaching between them, Hermione rubbed at the bulge in his trousers. He's so big. And hard. Grasping at his length, she purred against him, 'my turn.'

But when she moved to kneel before him, he shook his head, and shoved her back down. 'I'm not done.' He gruffly said, before hooking his fingers into the sides of her panties, and pulling them off. He brought the wet garment to his nose, and smelled her arousal. A dark glint in his eyes. Hermione lay before him, fully exposed. Her tits were still pushed above the simple green bra she wore, and her skirt still lay tangled at her waist. But her panties were gone. She watched Malfoy shove them in his pocket before he leaned down to capture a taunt nipple in his mouth. He bit down just as his fingers snaked once again into her moist cunt. He started with two this time, and quickly added a third. His palm slapping against her mound the harder he pumped. 'Cum for me, Hermione.' He commanded around the hard nipple in mouth. And Hermione felt her walls tighten around his fingers. Arching her back, she called out, and moaned his name. Dimly, she heard him undoing his zipper, and felt his hard length lay against her wet entrance.

Rubbing her wet lips along his hard cock caused Hermione to moan again. This. This is what I want. 'Please,' she begged, her eyes dark, her chest heaving. She reached down and grasped him in her small hand. Malfoy closed his eyes, and hissed a breath between his teeth. She felt him pump against her hand, and griped him tighter. 'Now,' She said, angling his head towards her dripping entrance. Malfoy needed no more leading, bracing one hand beside her head, he shoved into her and groaned.

Hermione gasped at the impact. He was bigger then she expected, and her walls strained at the intrusion. When he pulled out only to shove back in, Hermione reared up and bit his shoulder. But Malfoy had a hand wrapped in her silky tresses, and pulled her head back. 'No, no, Princess.' He smirked down at her, 'I wanna hear all your moans.' Using the hand originally by her head to hold her leg open, he began to pound into her.

Reaching above her head, Hermione grabbed the edge of the table and began to thrash underneath him. The building in her stomach began to form again, stronger with each brush Malfoys hard body had with her own. 'Harder, please.' She panted out, arching her back towards him. A sweat had broken out on her brow, and Hermione focused on the hard sensation of Malfoys cock buried within her center. Opening her eyes, she saw his half shut, and felt his breath cascading against her face from parted lips. She watched a bead of sweat slide down the hollow of his neck.

Sliding a hand down her body, she pinched at her nipples, before letting her fingers tangle with the neat curls between her legs. 'Touch yourself.' Came Malfoys quiet demand when he saw her hand nestled below. Hermione slowly began to rub at her clit, the pressure building stronger. When Malfoy ground out her name, and cursed, she felt her world tilt. She lost all feeling except that at her center. Moaning, she let the feeling wash over her, the only thing she saw were the stormy silver seas of his gaze. 'Fuck, Granger.' His strangled cry and accompanied groan gave warning that he was close. Four short pumps later, and Draco Malfoy spilled his seed against her inner thigh.

The two lay entangled with each other, both hearts beating. What just happened?