I thought I'd try writing a Draco/Hermione fic because I love the idea of them as a couple! I hope you enjoy, I'm new at this
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of these characters, or Hogwarts or any of that stuff.
Bathwater
Chapter One - Crazy
Hermione sighed and removed a large copy of Deciphering Dead Languages from her bag and slammed it down on the table. It was 6 O'clock on Friday night, she was ready to make a start on her weekend homework, and conditions in the Library seemed to be perfect. She had sat at the table she always sat at, which was perfectly smooth and level. She had lit a candle and stood it on the table on a stand, as the Library was always very dim after five O'clock. She had a roll of clean; unblemished parchment laid out in front of her and her quill was sharp, inked and poised above the sheaf, ready to begin translating the lengthy block of ancient runes for Professor Babbling. Everything was as it should be, however Hermione could not seem to start work. She wrinkled her forehead and shook herself slightly, trying to concentrate on the myriad of symbols and pictures in front of her, but she could not seem to shake the feeling that something was wrong, as if someone was watching her. She put down her quill and scanned the Library carefully, peering through the gloom to see if someone was perhaps lurking in between the bookshelves, but she saw no one except Madame Pince, who was at her desk stamping books with more ferocity than was perhaps necessary.
Coming to the conclusion that she must be tired or feeling paranoid, Hermione attempted to ignore the odd feeling, and turned back to her work, writing her name and the title of the assignment at the top of the page. But then she paused. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled slightly as she felt a lurking presence, as though she could literally feel someone's eyes raking over her sitting at her table. Frustrated, she threw down her quill, unable to write another word, and she looked frantically around her again, peering into the gloom between tall bookshelves, but saw no one. That's it she thought to herself angrily, slamming her book shut and replacing the lid on her ink, if someone is watching me, I'll bloody well seek them out and tell them to leave! And with that she got up from her seat and began to venture between the shelves.
She searched carefully up and down the aisles near her table, taking care to check in the darkest corners for any sign of movement, or any sound of a breath or a step, but she heard and saw nothing. Frowning slightly, she began to think that perhaps she was imagining things, and was just returning to her desk to pick up her things and put them back into her bag, when she saw a movement in the Care of Magical Creatures section. Her breath caught in her throat and the back of her neck prickled again as she realised that perhaps she wasn't imagining things at all. Biting her lip lightly, she inwardly debated whether to confront the watcher, or whether to just leave, but her curiosity got the best of her, and, heart hammering in her chest, she ventured towards the movement.
As she walked between the bookshelves, she could hear the vague noise of someone breathing lightly and evenly. A shiver shot down her spine as she squinted into the shadows, trying to make out the shape of a person, but she could not see anyone. Then suddenly, a strong hand grabbed her tightly by the waist, and before she could scream, another hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her cries. She kicked out and squirmed in the arms of her captor, who seemed to have a firm hold on her, continually trying to scream out for help. As he held her in that position, she could feel that whoever it was had a very hard muscular chest, and smelt faintly of freshly cut grass. In fact, after being initially very alarmed at being held so by someone she could not see, she began to relax as her mysterious captor simply held her tightly, inhaling their pleasant scent. As she stopped fighting back, the stranger removed their hand from her mouth and placed it on her other hip, pulling her closer against them. Hermione felt her heart jump slightly when she felt a lump pressing into her back…and she dimly began to realise that the stranger was rubbing up against her slowly with a burgeoning erection.
Usually, Hermione would have lashed out against any man treating her in this manner; when Viktor had tried to get to second base with her, she'd practically slapped him round the face. However, there was something about the way this man was holding her…something about the way he smelt and the way her breathed lightly against her neck…and she found herself slowly getting moist between the legs, involuntarily pushing back gently against him. She felt his lips against her neck as she ground against his arousal, and he moaned gutturally, kissing her earlobe lightly.
"Who are you?" She whispered, surprising herself as she heard the words come out of her mouth like a purr. He did not reply, only tightened his grip on her body, moving one of his hands down to her skirt, sliding it over the creamy skin of her thigh gently. Hermione let out a light moan. His touch felt like electricity.
Suddenly, Hermione saw a light at the other end of the bookshelf. It was Madame Pince with her candle, coming round to expel any students still lurking around the Library, and no doubt, to turf out any students using the Library as a spot to make out. Abruptly, the arms around Hermione disappeared as though they had never been there, leaving Hermione feeling distinctly cold and empty. Hermione looked around her sharply, trying to see if the mystery man was anywhere to be seen, but she saw no one.
"Miss Granger? Is that you there? It's time for you to return to your dorm room, I'm shutting the Library now." Madame Pince called to Hermione curtly, peering at her over the candle light, her vulture-like features illuminated harshly by the flame.
Hermione had an idea "Madame Pince – did you see anyone else come into the Library tonight?" she asked innocently, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for the answer.
Madame Pince frowned "Not that I recall, why, is someone here that shouldn't be?" she asked sharply, surveying Hermione with suspicion.
Deciding that she must be going mad, Hermione replied quietly "Never mind," and returned to her table, retrieving her things, blowing out her candle, and leaving for the Gryffindor Common Room to mull the evening over.
Once back in the common room, Hermione sat in the squashiest armchair by the fire, and watched Harry and Ron as they played chess. She watched Ron's knight pound one of Harry's poor pawns into dust, while reflecting on how it had felt up against that stranger that night, and how wet it had made her when she felt his large arousal against her…but she was torn from her thoughts.
"Hermione, did you see that? Did you see that move? That's what I call chess!" Ron exclaimed, pointing at Harry's half-smashed pawn, which was being consoled gently by Harry as the rest of his pieces berated him.
"Hmm? What? Oh, yes, very good." Hermione replied vaguely "I think I might go to bed." She finished, rising from her seat.
"But…it's only 8:30!" Ron protested.
"I'm tired. Goodnight boys."
To her relief, her dormitory was empty. She flopped down onto her bed and closed her eyes, trying to imagine what her mystery man might look like. He was certainly well-muscled, she knew that, and she liked to think that he must have dark, slightly wild hair, because she liked that. He'd have to be a Gryffindor, or maybe a Ravenclaw, and she imagined him to have warm brown eyes and she decided that he would be a shy, bookish type, interested in…botany or something. She smiled to herself as she conjured up her perfect male in her mind, completely unaware that she couldn't be further from the truth in her estimations.
Then, a sharp tap on the window brought her out of her reverie. She looked over at the window and saw a large tawny owl hovering outside, holding a small note in its talons. Quickly, she hurried over to the window and let it in, and unfastened the letter excitedly, hoping it was for her. Sure enough, Hermione Granger, 7th Year Girl's Dorm, Gryffindor Tower, Hogwarts was written across the envelope. Hermione frowned slightly, as she did not recognise the writing on the letter, which was a sharp and spidery scrawl, all written in capitals. Curiously, she opened the envelope and pulled out a small piece of parchment. All it said was:
You drive me crazy.
