Hermione had never told a soul about what she and Draco got up to in the middle of the night. She didn't know a soul that wouldn't resent her for it if they knew.
She felt especially tired that day as she ate her breakfast in the Great Hall with Ron and Harry. Once again, they were droning on about something Quidditch related, and so she tuned out their conversation as she ate.
Looking up, she noticed Draco walking into the Great hall. He winked at her quickly and she felt her face go red as she began to blush.
He loved to mess with her and it drove her nuts.
Hermione watched Draco walk up to the Slytherin table and sit down next to Pansy Parkinson. He took her hand into his and Hermione couldn't suppress the feeling of jealous rage accumulating in her gut.
She knew that they were together, but it still infuriated her. Not only were they together but they were practically engaged. Everyone expected them to get married as soon as they left Hogwarts. A pureblood couple like that just made sense in the wizarding world and was expected of them.
Not that it mattered to Pansy. Pansy was crazy for Draco, as was every other girl in Slytherin house. Hermione smiled to herself thinking of how absolutely livid the girls of Slytherin would be if they knew that Draco was fucking the Mudblood of Gryffindor house almost every night.
"What's so funny?" asked Harry.
"Hmm, what? Oh, nothing," responded Hermione as she came back to the moment.
Ron put his arm around her and gently rubbed his knuckles against the top of her head. "Wake up, sleepy head!"
"I am awake," she swatted his hands away.
"You look like you slept a full five minutes," said Ron.
"Thank you, Ron. So charming, as usual," she retorted.
"What? Were you up studying all last night? You're the last person who needs to be pulling off all-nighters, Hermione. You know everything there is to know about anything," stated Ron.
"Of course, I don't. Besides, we have a charms exam coming up this week and…" Hermione stifled a yawn, "…and I just want to be assured that I'll do well."
"I bet you could not show up at all, and still do better than that rest of us," said Ron.
Hermione rolled her eyes and finished up her breakfast. She took one last glance at Draco; his arm swung around Pansy, before she stood up and excused herself. "I'm going to go freshen up a bit more. You know, since I look like I've only slept for five minutes!" She poked at Ron and walked out.
Hermione almost screamed when she opened the door to find Draco sitting on her bed. She held her hand over her heart and willed it to calm down.
"Oh my god, Draco, you scared me half to death! What are you doing in here? How did you manage to get here so fast?"
"I saw you leave," Draco explained with a casual shrug. "I'll have you know, you walk slower than my grandmother and you've kept me waiting."
"I didn't keep you because I wasn't expecting you."
She walked over to the mirror and began to inspect the bags under her eyes. "Ughh," she groaned. She looked terrible.
Draco walked over and stood right behind her; pressing his chest flat against her back. He took hold of her wrist and moved it away from her face. "Stop that, you look beautiful," he whispered softly in her ear.
"No, I don't. I look dreadful," she complained.
Draco disagreed. "You look like a woman who hasn't slept properly because she's been making a certain Slytherin very, very happy," he drawled as he trickled his fingers up the sides of her body.
Hermione closed her eyes and leaned back against his body while his hands wrapped around her center to pull her in closer.
They stood there for a moment just basking in each other's embrace before Hermione broke the silence between them.
"How's Pansy?" She couldn't help but feel irritated by what she had seen in the hall; although she had no control over it.
Draco began lightly kissing her neck; blatantly ignoring her question.
"Draco, you heard me," Hermione pressed.
He nodded, "I'm not answering that." He placed a few more kisses up and down her neckline.
Hermione resisted the urge to crane her neck and succumb to his touch.
"Why not?" asked Hermione, raising her eyebrow. Draco rested his chin onto her shoulder and made eye contact with her through the reflection in the mirror.
"You know I don't like to talk about her when I'm with you. Besides, I don't ask you about Weasley," he pointed out.
"I'm not dating Ron-"
"Yet!" Draco laughed. "It's only a matter of time. Everyone knows that"
"No one knows that! It's not some inevitable event! Besides…," she slipped around in his arms until she was facing him; her back leaning against her dresser. "I'm preoccupied right now."
She crushed her lips against his as he stepped forward and lifted her up onto her dresser top as he deepened the kiss.
Hermione's hands quickly found their way up Draco's back and tangled themselves in his hair. She could feel him getting aroused as he pressed up against her body.
She would have pulled him out in that moment and had her way with him, if it weren't for the fact that her charms class started in ten minutes.
"I wanna fuck you so bad right now," Draco groaned; his eyes shut tight as he imagined himself thrusting her into the dresser repeatedly.
"I know baby, but I have charms in ten minutes," Hermione whined.
"I could be fast…" Draco pleaded.
Hermione smiled. Draco was irresistibly adorable when he begged. "I know you could be. But, I can't go to class reeking like you and sex."
Draco smirked at the idea of Hermione walking around all day marked in his scent. Instead, she'd have to spend the day with wet knickers until he slipped into her room that night to relieve her of her tension.
Draco ran his hands up the inside of her thighs and began to caress her panties, letting his finger slide underneath and caresses her center.
Yup, just as he thought, wet as ever…
Hermione held onto Draco's shoulders as she leaned back, moaning. She didn't have to say a word; her moans were clearly begging him to finger her and he couldn't resist. He crushed his lips back against hers as he thrust two fingers deep inside of her. Her legs spread wider as he stroked her rapidly until she quickly came around his fingers.
Draco pulled his hand out and brought them teasingly to his lips. He sucked her juices off of his hand before placing his fingers softly against her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked them down to his bottom knuckle.
"That was hot," expressed Draco in awe that he actually gotten her to taste herself. She pulled him back in and shut him up with her kiss as they both tasted her juices between each other's tongues.
The first bell rang, signaling that they had five minutes to get to class.
Draco let her put her leg back down onto the floor. She was slightly wobbly from her quick orgasm.
"I'm not finished with you yet," Draco growled as he tried to look away from her and think of anything to get rid of the raging erection he now had to deal with. Hermione looked down at his bulge and giggled.
"You think this is funny do you? Might I remind you that you currently have an ocean in your knickers?" Draco snided.
"Yes, but no one knows that but you." Hermione caressed her hand against his cheek before she walked towards the door.
She blew him a kiss. "See you tonight Malfoy." She winked and walked out the door to get to class.
She was in so much trouble…
It took Draco a good ten minutes to convince his body that it wasn't going to be able to fuck anyone in that moment. As a result, he was late for Transfiguration and got himself a night date with Professor McGonagall in detention.
He may have been Head Boy but he was still a Slytherin and McGonagall was still head of Gryffindor house. On top of all that, McGonagall had never seemed to have been fond of Draco to begin with. She was also aware that he was Snape's favorite student and everyone knew how the two professors just loved to poke at each other.
Draco was sure he could say something to Snape to get himself out of detention that night, but from the look in Professors McGonagall's eyes that day he got the sense that he shouldn't press his luck…