Head Games

Note: Smutty and Hogwarts based

I don't own Harry Potter.

She knew what he was doing. He'd been teasing her for weeks. Ever since he'd found out she wasn't a virgin in that stupid game of truth or dare Ginny lured her into, he'd become fixated on embarrassing her with it.

In the past it was to do with being a Mudblood or a bookworm when he pestered her, now he'd changed approach. He was openly flirting with her and making sexual comments in order to torture her.

But she wasn't about to give into it. She would not be brought down to his level or rise to it. She was Head Girl for Gods sake. She just needed to put her head down, work hard, get results and move on with her life so she never had to see his smug face again.

Hermione sighed deeply and stretched, shaking away the thought of him. Overall, she was satisfied with what she had achieved in her study session, though she figured she must have been there a while given the state of the candle at her library desk. She was out well past curfew – but that was one of the perks of being a Head.

"At the books again I see Granger," came a smooth voice from behind her, causing her to jump so violently her legs hit the table and caused a few books to crash to the floor.

Draco chuckled darkly as he leaned down to pick them up and toss them back on her desk.

"You're out past curfew," she said disapprovingly.

"So are you," he pointed out, leaning against her desk casually. Hermione ignored his closeness as she packed her bag.

"I am a Head," she reasoned.

"And I am a prefect," he replied sweetly.

"Don't remind me," she grumbled, scowling into her bag.

"Never happy to see me, are you princess?" he asked serenely, handing her the last book for her bag.

Hermione snatched it and glared at him.

"Just do it already," she said, slipping the last book into her bag and turning her body to him.

"Do what?" he asked, confusion written on his attractive features.

"Make whatever little comment you plan to make, put whatever little hex on my book bag. Just get it over with Draco. I've had a long day and I just want to go to bed," she snapped.

Draco smirked. "You want me to take you to bed princess?" he asked, his tone dripping with innuendo.

"Aaaaaand there it is," she said, rolling her eyes.

"I was being serious!" he huffed.

"Come off it, Malfoy. You've been at this since that game of truth or dare. Your new angle to torment me with. Yes, I have had sex. That's right. Someone actually got it up for Hermione Granger. HA. HA. What a joke!" she snapped, standing up to full height.

Draco looked taken aback. He wasn't expecting this response.

"I am glad I have provided such a laugh for you and so much new material," she said with a slow clap.

"Grumpy this evening princess," he said, deciding to ignore her outburst.

Hermione practically growled as she cast her book bag over her shoulder and walked her reference materials back to the restricted section. She thought he hadn't followed her until he appeared again by the shelf, she was stacking books into.

"You're so oblivious Granger. I am making these comments to get your attention, not to torment you," he almost whined.

"Well Draco. If you like a witch. Don't bully and harass her. I don't buy into that 'boys hurt and tease' when they like you bullshit," she said, not believing him anyway.

"Alright, what do you buy into?" he asked.

"Respect. Genuine interest. Not calling me a Mudblood…" she began to list.

"I don't call you Mudblood anymore," he said, stepping straight into her personal space. She could smell his expensive cologne and the gum he was chewing.

Hermione couldn't recall a time she had ever been so close to him, but she put the throbbing in her lower half down to the late hour and intimacy of their position. Not him. Definitely not him.

"Still deficient on the other two," she retorted, trying to remain unbothered by the intense physical reaction he seemed to be inspiring between her thighs. She'd never been attracted to him before, despite his objective attractiveness. She couldn't work out what was different tonight.

Hermione must have lost focus because he was pressed against her and whispering in hear ear before she knew what was happening. "I can feel you reacting to me Granger. You can't hide from me," he purred, causing her to shiver.

"No idea what you mean," she said through gritted teeth. He was challenging her, and she was losing. She didn't like it.

"Just give in to it Hermione. I bet a studious little minx like you would love to be shagged in the library. Pushed against this shelf and fucked from A-Z," he said seductively, running his fingers along her exposed collar bones.

"Is that what you fantasise about Draco? Getting under my skirt between the stacks? Having me beg for your cock?" she said, beckoning him with her eyes.

"That's more like it Granger," he said, licking his lips and looking down at the small witch.

"What's brought this on Draco?" she asked, adjusting his tie, which was askew from the day. She was only meant to be toying with him, though if she was honest with herself, her resolve was weakening.

"Ever since that game of truth or dare I couldn't get the idea of having the Gryffindor Princess for myself out of my head. Your legs open wide, screaming the Malfoy name as you come for me…" he admitted, pressing his arousal into her to better demonstrate his seriousness.

Hermione groaned as he ran his fingers through her wild curls.

"So, what are you going to do about it?" she purred quietly.

Draco took a quick glance in each direction and then lifted her onto the shelf, opening her legs and pressing his arousal straight onto her knickers, causing an appreciative moan from the brunette witch.

There was no delay, he'd gained entry to her mouth within seconds, kissing her with a desperation she was shocked he had. For anyone, let alone her.

"You can't be serious," she gasped as he slipped her knickers to the side and entered her with a finger.

"Would you prefer I fuck you on one of the tables in the great hall?" he asked sarcastically, smirking at her obvious pleasure.

"I told you not to be rude to me," she gasped as he slipped another finger into her.

"Sorry, I'll behave," he said, kissing her neck and continuing his attentions.

"I like it when you do what you're told," she said seductively, running her fingers through his soft platinum tresses.

Draco chucked into her mouth as he kissed her again, taking his time.

"You wouldn't believe how obedient I can be Granger," he said, hitting a spot within her that made her gasp. Sensing she was close, he hit it again and again, circling her bud with his thumb.

She was soaking for him and it took all his self-control not to release his belt and take her right then and there. But he told her he would behave, and he was a man of his word. Instead, he brought her to orgasm on his fingers, enjoying the feeling of her pulsating pussy gripping his fingers tightly.

Catching her breath, she looked up at him through lidded eyes, his fingers still buried inside of her. "I didn't take you for the obedient type," she said, panting.

"I'm quite versatile," he said, smirking down at the flushed witch, proud of his handiwork.

"Care to prove it?" she challenged, arching against him.

"With pleasure Granger," he said, unclasping his belt.