Hermione Granger, Current Head Girl and well known goody two shoes at Hogwarts, casually fingered one of the many trashy romance novels she had previously "stumbled upon" in the library's very off-limits restricted section. After glancing around a few corners carefully, Hermione concluded that she was in fact alone and moved to curl up in her favorite green, squishy armchair located in the very back corner of the room. In her hands was the most scandalous novel the library had to offer.
She sighed in her loneliness. Hermione was so disappointed in herself because it seemed that lately the only way she could get herself off was through reading a serious of dirty romps other people were having. Other people that weren't her. Of course she wasn't the type of girl to slut herself out to anyone, no matter how much she craved some attention in her lower regions. But she would never admit that. But sadly, no one would look at the Gryffindor bookworm. At the rate she was going, she was going to end up one of those women with far too many cats. And this was simply not alright. Lost in her daydream, she didn't even register the sound of shuffling behind her or the slight pressure of a hand resting on the back of her chair.
"My Granger, never figured you for the horny type" a voice chimed in behind her.
Draco Malfoy, Slytherin sex god, was speaking to her… well sneering actually, though sounding slightly amused at the topic of subject. He looked absolutely gorgeous. With his blonde hair falling angelically into his eyes as he peered over Hermione's shoulder. Just happening to catch a glimpse of the words 'heaving bosom,' and 'quivering member.'
"Sod off Malfoy" Hermione retorted defiantly. She could not help but feel the flush creeping up her neck, and turned away slightly as she knew there was a red tint brightly staining her cheeks. She turned the book down in hopes of hiding its contents into her lap.
"Oh, don't be so touchy, Mudblood," he whispered blatantly into her ear. His voice suddenly got very low and husky "But you know I could satisfy you so much more than any words that could be on those pages." He stopped leaning over her and straightened his robes. Draco smirked at her blushing, after regaining his cocky composure. She obviously wasn't used to sexual confrontation other than her books. Aw, how virginal, how endearing.
Hermione paled. She was embarrassed beyond belief. Not really knowing how to react or what to say, she stood up and tried to make a rather hasty exit towards the door, leaving the book still resting on the armchair. She hadn't even noticed that the time was now 9 pm, long past library closing. No one must have seen her curled up reading to herself. She must have been reading longer than she had realized, being to the last few pages of her novel already.
Just as she had expected, the door, her escape from embarrassment, locked. No way out until morning. OH NO.
Shit, what do I do?! Hermione thought, Malfoy and I are the only ones in here. Fuck. She turned towards Draco, who was seated in the same chair she had been, curiously eyeing the front page of the book lying on the arm rest. She was still mortified from his comment a moment ago, but decided she was definitely going to need his help if she wanted to get out of this library any time soon. As much as she hated to admit it, he was easily as smart as she was, if not smarter.
"Look Malfoy, we're locked in. We have to find a way out of here. I'm not spending the night here and there's no way I hell I'm spending any unnecessary time with you. Come over here and help me think of a way out. Hermione commanded Draco, all the while trying to make sure her hate for him was evident in her voice.
"HA, smartest witch of the age my ass. Cant even open a stupid door." Draco spat quickly. Hermione glared daggers. "Alright, pet, we'll get you out of here so you can run home to Potty and Weasel." He smirked at Hermione like an arrogant bastard the entire time he spoke. He lifted himself off the comfy chair and strode to her side. She looked more pissed than ever.
"ALOHAMORA!" Damn, Draco though, I am supposed to be looking like the smart one, my chance to show up the Mudblood. But no, I'm looking like an idiot. Can't even get the blasted door open. "BOMBARADA!" still nothing. Draco blushed slightly and mumbled something about 'bloody Hogwarts staff of fucking imbeciles locking doors.'
Draco eyed Hermione and she couldn't help but notice how sexy he looked with his lean yet muscular body standing angled in the dim light of the library. The room looked almost candle lit by then. He walked slowly towards her. Draco also noticed how her body seemed to have transformed over the summer. She no longer had the flat-girl, bushy-haired look that had once been her trademark. She had gained beautifully C-cup breasts and rounded hips that could have made a model envious. Draco thought at that moment she looked a million times more sexy and sensual than the trashy women on the cover of Hermione's novel.
Draco leaned forward close to her face until they were only inches apart. Hermione could feel his breath on her face and shuddered at the though of what he could do with those lips.
"Well Granger, looks like we're stuck for the night"