An Unlikely Pairing

The snow landed carelessly on the grounds of Hogwarts castle, coating the terrain and quickly making it difficult to maneuver. Still, students dutifully bustled from class to class, dreading the time they would have to trek to Herbology. In class, their minds wandered to the snowmen and snowball fights they would enjoy later. The only person actually paying attention to their lessons was sixteen-year-old Hermione Granger. While the other sixths years' eyes glazed over with boredom, she eagerly translated ancient runes and answered question after question.

When it was time for lunch, she met Harry in the Great Hall, "All right, Harry?"

The famous Harry Potter looked up moodily, munching on his toast. He nodded but gave no verbal response. Immediately, his eyes returned to the Slytherin table where he watched Draco Malfoy. Hermione frowned both at her good friend and his enemy. Harry's obsession with the pale, gaunt boy was becoming extremely troublesome. His talk of Malfoy being a Death Eater was preposterous. Sure, he was seedy and his father was in Azkaban for that crime, but why would Voldemort want a sixteen-year-old? Hermione assumed that Harry's hatred finally got the best of him, making him near crazy. To the very least, overly paranoid.

She sighed. In their first year, she had a huge crush on him. His boldness and bright green eyes immediately attracted her. Plus, there was something about knowing someone she read about in books. She liked a work of fiction. Now she blamed it on being eleven. Especially since two years later her romantic interested turned to Ron Weasley, and there they remained. Even her brief fling with world famous Quidditch seeker Viktor Krum did little to stem her interests in the redhead.

Hermione searched the Great Hall for Ron and easily found him furiously making out with his girlfriend, Lavender. During winter break, her dislike for Ms. Brown and her animosity for Ron grew. The sight of their extremely public displays of affection made her ill. With his interests elsewhere and Harry fawning over Malfoy, Hermione felt extremely alone.

"I'm going to the library," she announced, though it seemed that Harry didn't care enough to listen. She hurried away, thinking she needed to befriend more females.

She felt quite at home in the library; most of her days were spent in there. A number of books lay in front of her, and her eyes eagerly read over a theory of arithmacy. Despite being the top of her class, Hermione took great joy in learning, much to the amusement of her peers.

A loud scoff interrupted her studying and to her surprise Draco Malfoy was the source.

"Mudbloods should be banned from public places. How can I feel safe reading books that you've gotten your scum on?" he said.

He stood looking quite smug despite his new sickliness. Hermione felt her face flush in embarrassment. Typically she would ignore his rude comment, but she felt attacked in her sanctuary. Coupled with that and her sense of exile from her best friends, her anger bubbled over. Hermione drew her wand. Silently she stupefied Malfoy, throwing him into a bookshelf. Instantly her anger passed and the devastation of what she had done hit her.

Madam Pince appeared instantly, gasping at the torn books strewn across the floor. A cry erupted from her throat, and she roughly escorted the two from the library. She gave threats of a ban, immediate loss of house points, and a promise of a joint detention.


"This is perfect!"

"Perfect?" Hermione responded, staring at Harry incredulously. "I might be banned from the library!"

Hermione, Ginny and Harry sat close to the fire, discussing the detention she would be attending tonight. She was ordered to rewrite the library's index, which would have been tiring enough if Malfoy wasn't attending it with her.

"You need to utilize the opportunity. Question Malfoy tonight. Try to look at his arm, too—I know he has the Dark Mark!"

"Harry, you're a twit," Ginny countered. "Why on earth would a Death Eater reveal themselves to Hermione? It's not like Malfoy doesn't know she's friends with you. He's an idiot, but no one is that stupid."

Hermione said goodbye and headed back to the library, dreading the next few hours. The prospective ban kept troubling her thoughts, but Malfoy was bothering her more. He was a constant plague on her and her friends. She felt especially venomous thanks to his choice words for her. Despite the upcoming detention, she did not regret her attack.

Madam Pince stood in the library with a sour look on her face. Malfoy was already sitting with a large stack of index cards in front of him. Hermione took a seat across from him—he looked extremely fidgety, as if he desperately wanted to leave.

"These doors won't open until ten," Madam Pince said, tapping her wand to the lock. "If you don't finish, you'll be back tomorrow night."

Once she disappeared, Hermione took her quill out and began to rewrite the records. They both worked endlessly for a couple of hours without exchanging any kind of interaction. Then Malfoy stood abruptly, tired of writing. She continued to work, attempting to ignore the boy pacing in front of her. Eventually, he sat back down, moving to the chair beside her. Hermione turned, wishing that he could have kept to himself for the last stretch of detention.

"I would rather not come back tomorrow," she said. "You should keep writing."

"I need a break," he responded, his hand traveling to her leg.

Hermione started at his touch, a mask of confusion flashing across her face. Why was Draco Malfoy, a pureblood Slytherin, becoming so suddenly intimate? She opened her mouth to deny his advances when his lips met hers.

"Malfoy!"

He simply shook his head, pushing his lips back onto hers. After being so occupied in the Room of Requirement, he had ignored Pansy Parkinson's usual blowjobs. Watching Hermione concentrate, he began to notice her perky breasts hidden by her sweater. The way she moved the quill's feather against her lips made him imagine her head in his lap. When she would make an error, her brow would furrow, reminding him of her in class. She was so tightly wound that he knew the second Hermione let loose, it would be crazy. His new awareness of her attractiveness plus the excitement of fucking his nemesis made Malfoy extremely aroused.

Draco grabbed her hand and placed it on his erection. A gasp escaped her, but naturally she groped it and pushed herself into the kiss. His own hand traveled up her skirt; his finger sweeping across her panties. At such a bold move, she removed herself from the cloud of euphoria and abruptly stood.

"You're not a virgin, are you?"

Hermione frowned. Her thoughts turned to the few nights she spent with Viktor Krum. She was fourteen then, but his rough charm managed to overwhelm her. She lost her virginity to him, and that was the last person she had sex with. Over the first few weeks of Ron and Lavender's relationship, she began to see Cormac McLaggen. She went down on him, but they never slept together.

"No, I didn't think so," Malfoy smirked.

Hermione began to move towards the door, but Malfoy grabbed her from behind. He pulled her to him, his lips brushing onto her neck and his hands touching her abdomen. He knelt her onto the table. She was overwhelmed by the grinding of his dick against her, and she felt her body react. Her nipples hardened and an undeniable tingle erupted in her. Slowly, she returned the gesture and pushed her hips back into him.

Gently he lifted Hermione's skirt, revealing her firm ass. The look of her pale skin against her black lace panties excited him more than he thought possible. Draco slipped them off of her: she did not speak or protest, she only moved slightly to aid the process. Without warning he slipped his finger into her and was greeted by her being soaking wet. His hand moved slowly in and out. Still, there were no words, only short, breathy gasps.

Hermione was quite mentally and physically torn. Draco Malfoy had been a blight on her memory since her first year at Hogwarts. He tormented her, belittled her, and his father tried to kill her last year. Then, Ron Weasley entered her thoughts. At night, she dreamed of his hand pleasuring her. But Ron was occupied with another girl, and Malfoy was making her inch closer to an orgasm. Despite her dilemmas, her physical desires won through.

Draco stopped, and with her leaning over the table, took his penis out. He hesitated, looking around and worrying about an interruption, but the warmth emanating from Hermione lured him beyond reason. He entered her roughly and a carnal moan left both of them. After weeks of ignoring his sexual desires, his dick quickly penetrating Hermione Granger felt like heaven. He pulled onto her hair, lifting her head up so he could see her ecstasy. He felt her muscles begin to contract and her body begin to spasm. Malfoy didn't wait long after her orgasm to release himself, and slowly collapsed on her back once he came.

They stood like that for a number of moments: him enjoying the residual contractions. Suddenly the doors clicked open—signaling that their detention was over. He removed himself without and without speaking they left the library, going towards their common rooms. When Hermione entered Gyffindor tower, Harry was waiting. She felt flushed and still excited, and the sight of Harry Potter couldn't maim her high.

"Did you find out anything?"

"Uh, oh, no. We didn't really talk," Hermione answered. "But I'll have to go back tomorrow night. I'll have a go at him then."