SMUT WARNING. Don't read if you're delicate :p

So, I had this in mind and wrote, so I thought I'd do this while I do my other story Letters To Juliet. I haven't got this planned out, so I have noooo idea where it's going... Just saying:-)

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Hermione listened intently to the sound of her footsteps hitting the cobbled floor in the dark, abandoned corridor. It was past midnight, so all students were safely in their common rooms, all except two.

The students had returned to Hogwarts the week prior to this. Hermione, who was now in her seventh year, had been made Head Girl. She and the Head Boy shared a small common room in the East wing of the school.
She and the Head Boy had been getting along exceptionally, completing all Head tasks together, performing their duties with the other in a friendly manner, even assisting one another in their studies for the upcoming NEWT's in the confines of their common room.
If one was to look carefully, you could catch them exchanging smiles when they passed each other.
None of this would come as a surprise, if the Head Boy was someone other than Draco Malfoy.

Tugging her cloak tighter to her body as the cold winds threatened to enter, silent thoughts ran around her head as she continued her walk back from the library.
When she had received the letter from school telling her she was being made into Head Girl a week before returning she had been overjoyed. The letter had explained that she would be sharing a common room with Head Boy, but left her imagination running free on who he would actually be.
She had first found out on the train. She had been sat in the Heads compartment, seated in the furthest corner from the door, legs tucked underneath her neatly ironed skirt, absorbed in her copy of Macbeth.
At the sound of the compartment door sliding open, she had looked up, eagerly anticipating her new roommate for the year, only to lock eyes with Draco Malfoy. She had stared wide eyed, just waiting for that signature smirk she had grown oh so found of to appear. Instead, she was shocked to find that rather than smirk, a graceful smile, accompanied by dimples, shone across his pale features. Eyes like pools of the brightest water looked down at her happily. It was in that moment, that Hermione realised she had never truly looked past the smug personality he held, to see his angel like appearance.
"Knew it would be you Granger" he had winked, causing Hermione to blush and smile shyly. One question screamed throughout her head- WHY HASN'T HE INSULTED ME YET? "Before you say anything, I have something I need to get out there. I know that I've been more than an arse to you in the past, but I want to apologise. Whether you accept it or not is up to you, but I truly mean it. I was young and naive and let my father do all of my thinking for me, but I'm not going to let that happen anymore. His views are his and I'm entitled to my own. Plus I think if we're friendly to one another, this year will be a hell of a lot easier. So, what 'dya say Granger?"
She smiled at the memory, after a shake of their hands they had spent their journey discussing memories and what they thought this year held for them.
Of course she had wondered whether this was a good thing or not, but so far everything was perfect. Well... everything except Harry and Ron. They had taken the news of her truce badly, and were currently giving her the cold shoulder whenever they didn't need help with their school work. Ginny loved the idea. According to her, this was helping her chances at bedding Hogwarts sex God.

Feeling someone grab her arm, Hermione was dragged from her thoughts. Her heart thumped in her chest as she opened her mouth to scream, realising she had left her wand back in the common room, when she was suddenly pulled, somewhat softly, into an old classroom. The touch of a finger gently grazing across her lip and the familiar hushing sounds coming from the person stood in front of her helped to soothe her now rapidly beating chest.
"Did you have to scare me like that?" she huffed, as the finger was removed from her lips.
"Sorry, I didn't know how else to get your attention" came the reply, as Draco's face was highlighted by the full moon in the pitch black room. Somewhere in the distance, the sound of a howl echoed through the night, the castle seeming to be void of any noise apart from the two students breathing.
"You could have well, I don't know, asked me for my attention like a normal person would" she giggled, feeling around for a table and pulling herself atop it. "So, what's up?" she asked, squinting her eyes to try and adjust to the darkness as he stepped out of the line of light.
"Put your arm out so I can find you... I've been looking for you" He answered simply, taking a hold of her out stretched arm and stepping closer to her.
Hermione's breath hitched in her throat at the proximity of his body, yet something in her mind urged her to pull him closer...
"You were... Looking for me?" Hermione whispered. Draco gently reached forward and tilted her head back, so they were now looking into one another's eyes. Hermione gazed into his large and beautiful orbs. She could see something in them, but couldn't quite make out what it was. It seemed like care, concern and... lust, a hell of a lot of lust.
"I was worried about you... Hermione" he purred into her ear, attaining a small gasp from her. This was the first time he'd ever called her by her Christian name, and damn did she like it. The word rolled from his tongue in a sing-song kind of way, like nothing she had ever heard before. Goosebumps ran down her body as she began to feel things in places she had never felt anything before. "I needed to find you, to hear you, to see you" He continued to whisper into her ear. "To touch you" She shivered at the sentence. Never before had anyone spoke such words to her, and for once, she felt truly wanted. Hermione closed her eyes as Draco entwined his fingers into her soft ringlets, "Hermione" he began in a gentle tone, as he trailed butterfly kisses down her exposed neck. Cinnamon overwhelmed her senses as she turned her face towards his neck, exposing more of her skin to him.
All rational thoughts seemed to fly out of the window as she tried to muster up a response. All she managed was a small noise, "umm" she breathed at a barely audible volume. His lips were driving her wild, and the idea of where this could be heading excited her.
"What are you thinking?" He questioned between kisses.
"n...nothing" she replied. For once, Hermione Jean Granger, was lost for all thoughts, let alone words.
"Good" he smiled, turning to face her again, staring deep into her eyes. As Hermione's hands travelled to his hips and her legs opened slightly, he stepped closer, pressing his body lightly against hers as a hand cupped her flushed cheek. "You, Hermione, are the most beautiful girl I've ever laid my eyes on" he said, lips mere inches away from her own. Her eyes were pressed delicately together, as one last thought popped into her head. He's said this to other girls... but she didn't care.
In one fluid movement, their lips were touching, experienced against chaste. Draco had removed one hand from her hair and placed it around her hip, pulling her flush against his body. Her innocence was driving him towards insanity, and he knew it was only a matter of time before she felt it.
Hermione, who was following her body's wants, put a hand at the nape of his neck and drove the other into his perfectly sculpted hair. Normally Draco would object to anyone except him touching his hair, but oddly enough, his mind was currently far from concentrating on his hair.
He deepened the kiss, rolling his tongue against her lips he silently asked for entrance, which she quickly granted him. Applying more pressure with his lips, Draco allowed his tongue to explore the warm crevices of her mouth, tasting her sweet cherry flavouring. Pulling her even closer to his body, if that was even possible, Hermione let out a long moan as his hardened member pressed into the centre of her legs. She had never been kissed before, let alone seen or felt what boys had down there. Bringing her tongue out to dance with his, she squealed as he picked her up, and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Leaving her mouth, he traced kisses down her neck and onto her collarbone, nipping, sucking and licking as he went.
Hermione's head fell backwards as several more moans escaped her lips. Placing her down onto the large moonlit wooden Professor's desk under the window, Draco allowed his hips to move in circular motions against hers, showing her the extent of his want. Leaning over her body, he pushed her down into a lying position and pulled himself into a crouching position above her.
Bringing his lips back towards hers, he watched as she brought her face to the side of his. A confused expression spread across his face, her warm breath on his ear causing him to shiver slightly.
Hermione purred into his ear; "Touch me."
Draco, who practically orgasmed as the two words left her lips, quickly devoured her mouth in a savage manner, but careful enough as not to hurt her as he hurriedly began to unbutton her shirt.
Hermione, who had undone his in expert time, yanked the shirt from his arms, threw it on the floor and began to run her hands down the muscles on his extremely chiselled body. She had seen Harry and Ron topless plenty of times, but neither compared to THIS. His baggy school shirt and robe concealed his well deserved body from wandering eyes, leaving a lot to the imagination.
"Like what you see princess?" he asked, eyes full of lust looking down at her.
Draco barely had a chance to register her nod before she hungrily attacked him, kissing him with bruising strength. Pulling her body forward he removed her now unfastened shirt and unclasped her silk bra, which he noticed was a stunning emerald green.
Throwing the unwanted clothing to the side, he once more began to kiss down her neck, ignoring her whimpers of protest.
Biting down on flesh he was sure would gain a response, he smirked as a quiet moaning could be heard; proving his theory.
reaching her moderately sized breasts he took one in his hand and began to knead it, differentiating from light touches to more harsh and abrasive ones and from fast to slow. Lowering his mouth to the other, Hermione gasped as he took her hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking, licking and biting, all working together to arouse her senses.
Hermione was seeing stars, no she was seeing the whole universe behind her eyelids for the beauty it was. She was on cloud nine, the feeling of pure ecstasy engulfing her enflamed body. This was all alien to her, yet she never wanted it to stop. The sound of pleasure filled moans and whimpers filled the air as Hermione listened carefully. After a few minutes, she realised the sounds were coming from her.
Draco, who had now moved his lips to her other breast, let out a low husky groan as Hermione moaned his named. Between suckles, he asked in his husky tone "Do you like this?"
"Yes... yes. More D... Draco" she begged, eyes fluttering as she tried to keep them open.
"As you wish" he replied, kissing down her stomach, tickling her navel as he went.
Flustered beyond belief, Hermione realised where he was heading. A mixture of nervousness and excitement taking over.
"I... uh. I've never..." cutting her off with a kiss, Draco cupped her cheek and smiled down at her.
"You're beautiful Hermione, don't be nervous" He cooed. Nodding she allowed him to remove her underwear and toss them into the pile with the rest of their discarded clothing, his gaze never leaving hers. The emerald green knickers landed softly by the matching bra from what Draco's peripheral vision could decipher. "You can be in control, kay? Tell me what you like, or don't like and I'll stop whenever you tell me too" he explained, kissing her once more before crawling back down her body.
The feeling of his warm laboured breath on her moist core sent a shiver down her spine. The room was moderately warm unlike the harsh corridors, so being unclothed was no problem for her. Pulling her feet up to rest on the table and separating her legs Draco allowed himself better access.
Breathing deeply, her scent overwhelmed his entire being. Lowering his hand to his own excitement, he began to rub himself through his pants as he massaged her clitoris with his tongue. The loud moan that broke from her lips aroused him incredibly, earning a growl from deep within his chest. Lapping from her clit to slit, he gripped her hips with a slight pressure.
"Mmm Draco" she groaned, bringing her hips up in unison with his tongue movements. Her hands had found his biceps, her well manicured nails digging into his porcelain skin. She was in heaven, Merlin did he know how to use his tongue, Glancing down momentarily, she caught sight of him rubbing himself at the same speed his tongue was moving at. He was getting off on making her get off... Wow.
Licking with alternating pressures, he slipped a finger inside of her, moving it slowly to begin with before gradually increasing in speed. The moans told him she was enjoying herself, and for that he was glad, he concluded as he added an extra finger. Groaning as he felt her muscles tighten around his fingers at the same time her grasp on his arms seemed to turn deathly, he licked more aggressively.
The panting and wild cries alerted him that she was close.
"Oh... Draco... I think..." she started, her words slowly turning into whimpers of arousal.
"Cum for me Hermione" he commanded into her core, sending her over the edge.
Fireworks flashed before her eyes as she let out a loud, feral moan, a grin spread across her face as she rode out the waves of her pleasurable orgasm. Draco lapped up the last of her juices, then removed his fingers and licked them clean. Removing the now seemingly offending clothing he still wore, he scrambled back up over her body.
"You smell so good" He said in his husky voice.
Immediately, Hermione attached her lips to his, the taste of her own arousal lingering on his tongue and grasped at his now free erection.
A light purr travelled into Hermione's mouth as Draco moved his hips to meet each thrust of her hand.
"Umm... that was amazing Draco... you're so big" she mumbled into his mouth.
"I need you now Hermione..." He started.
"Right now, I want... No I need you inside me right now" she moaned into his ear.
Removing her hand, Draco positioned himself at her entrance, looking deep into her magnificently rich brown eyes.
"This will hurt to start with, I'll be gentle I promise but..." he cut off, bringing his lips to meet hers in a display of affection.
Hermione smiled brightly, "I'm ready".
Biting down softly onto her shoulder, he slowly entered her. Her body began to tense below him as he felt her drastically stretching from his size. He was a modest person, but he knew he was fairly larger than average, and for a virgin he could hurt them like hell.
Pressing his teeth harder into her shoulder, he let the metallic taste of blood fill his mouth, what would father think he mentally chuckled, as he thrust hilt deep. Her nails had once again taken residence on his biceps, well, in his biceps would be a more accurate explanation and a small whimper escaped her lips.
Holding himself still, he allowed her body a few moments to adjust, kissing away a stray tear on her cheek. Nodding her head to show she was ready, Draco dropped his lips to hers as he slowly began to rock in a steady rhythm, allowing her to become accustomed to the feeling of him inside of her.
Hermione kissed him back delicately as the unusual feeling of being stretched soon began to die out.
Wrapping her legs around his waist to allow him further entrance, she smiled as the once excruciating pain faded into a distant memory.
"Mo-more Draco" she gasped, rocking her hips to meet his thrusts.
Closing his eyes, he did as asked, turning his previous slow and gentle thrusts into faster and harder ones.
"You're so tight, I won't be able to hold out for long".
"Draco... harder. Fuck me like you hate me!" she screamed the demand at him, as the need to reach her peak took over her conscience.
Faltering in his rhythm at her words, Draco began to become rough like she wanted.
Pulling her from the table, he turned her and bent her petite body over the table. Grasping tightly onto her hips, his knuckles now white, he re-entered her and began to thrust as hard as he possibly could.
The site of Hermione naked, bent over a table and begging for more made him grow harder inside of her tight body.
Hermione was once more beginning to moan like a feral cat, holding onto the desk as if her life depended on it. His stamina and brute force put together made her feel like she was going to be pushed straight through the table, which should have scared her, but strangely turned her on all the more. She listened to his gruff groans and him moaning her name, as that unfamiliar feeling began to build up again, she knew that she would soon be losing control...

Twenty minutes later and both participants were still moaning loudly.
"Draco... I'm gonna" Hermione tried, but was unable to speak anything other than incoherent babbles.
"Me... too" he panted.
Simultaneously, the two hit an out of this world orgasm. Hermione could feel as his hot seed fill her, as Draco's strong body lay over her, a vast array of colours flashing behind their eyelids.
As soon as they had rode it out, they fell asleep, still entwined on top of the table.

Hermione awoke first after half an hours sleep, a groggy smile spread across her features despite the large boy lay across her.
"Draco... wake up" she mumbled, noting when he made no sign of moving but let out a soft snore. "Draco Malfoy, get your fat arse off me now" she said softly, poking his shoulder.
"Wh...what" He groaned, rolling to the side obviously presuming he was in his bed and falling straight onto the cold floor. "Fuck." Hr grumbled, rubbing his bottom as he stood up.
"We need to get back to our room" Hermione told him, throwing his clothes towards him, bending to pick up her own.
"Uh huh" he replied, dropping his unwanted clothing on the floor and picking her up.
Giggling, she accepted his kisses, before pushing him away.
"Clothes. My back hurts, I need a bed" she explained, redressing herself when he had released his grip on her.
"Okay your highness." He winked, doing as she asked. "Ready?" he asked a few moments later.
Nodding her head, Draco grabbed her hand and pulled her from the room. Pulling her into his arms, he began to run down the dark corridors. Burying her head into his neck to smoother her laughter, she felt herself being jostled around.
She felt like a child again, free to do as she pleased without a care in the world.
"Butterfly drops" He spoke softly. As this was their common room password she assumed they had reached their portrait.
Stifling a yawn against his neck, she tightened her grip on his shoulder.
"Tired?" he whispered into her ear. He took the grunt as a yes as he pushed her door open and placed her onto the edge of her bed. He pulled the pyjama's from her desk chair and turned, just in time to catch her as she sleepily toppled from the bed. "Looks like I'm dressing you" he laughed. Pulling her clothes from her body and replacing them with her nightwear he sat her on her chair as he tenderly brushed her light curls and tied them back into a ponytail. Taking a hold of her once again, he pulled back the covers of her spacious red and gold bed and laid her down.
"Goodnight princess" he whispered, kissing her gingerly on the lips as he covered her from the nights chill. Walking over to the door, he took one last look at the sleeping girl and smiled at what he saw.

She lay in emerald green pyjama's, a soft smile spread across her delicate features.