Draco finished performing a complicated wand movement and quickly stuffed a piece of cloth into the pocket of his trousers.

This is going to be it, he thought to himself. After two previous plays, he'd finally get to watch the effects that the spell worked. He already knew it worked, but this time he'd be present. This time things would get interesting, for the piece of cloth in his pocket wasn't just any piece of cloth; it was a swatch from Granger's sensible white knickers. Not just any swatch, but a patch about four inches in length that had once covered her most intimate place. It wasn't a piece of cloth; it was a toy, just like his dear Granger. Now it was time to play.

Slinging his school bag onto his shoulder, Draco exited his dorm and made his way toward the potions classroom.


"Miss Greengrass, take your seat. Wands away," Professor Snape said in way of a greeting as he swept through the classroom to take his stand before them. "Today's potion is on the board. I suggest you begin immediately if you wish to finish before class's end."

The class momentarily stared at the long list of instructions on the board before shaking from their collective daze and rushing toward the supply cupboards. Draco, for his part, stood calmly at his desk, using his newly perfected advanced summoning charm to collect his own ingredients, some coming directly from the hands of his classmates. He smirked as he watched Potter's face when the scarhead noticed that the porcupine quills he'd just collected were gone. The imbecile had no idea and simply blinked at the empty bowl before beginning to search the floor. He'd never suspect that they were already being crushed by Draco's pestle.

"Ten points to Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy," Snape said quietly as he looked proudly down upon his star student. Draco smiled in return and continued work on his potion. If he could just get past the beginning steps, he'd have some time while it simmered. Oh, whatever could he do in that time? His grin widened and he gently tipped the powdered quills into his cauldron.

"Draco?" Pansy asked a short time later, looking at the desk behind her and down into the blonde's cauldron. "It's better to dice the chomping cabbage than slice, isn't it?"

Draco held up his finger in gesture to wait as he counted stirs in his head. "Yes," he answered when he got to his fifteenth clockwise movement.

"Drake? What are you doing over there?" Pansy asked as she tried to peer over the desk between them.

"It's simmering as it should, Pansy, now back to your own or you'll miss your next cue."

Draco began moving his fingers in a delicate motion, circling in a counter-clockwise direction, only his movements had nothing at all to do with his simmering potion. Upon his lap, Draco was rubbing the small piece of cloth, his eyes firmly glued to the squirming Gryffindor across the room. Just as he was congratulating him on his obvious skill, a desperate and frustrated whimper sounded through the room.

"'Mione?" Weasley's hoarse whisper followed. "You alright?"

"Miss Granger, is there a problem?" Professor Snape asked petulantly.

"N-no, Professor, everything's just... " Granger squeaked out the word, "fine."

Snape eyed her dubiously.

"J-just not feeling... Just feeling... off."

Poor Granger, thought Draco as she looked around the room with panicked eyes. He almost felt sorry for her. He might have if he wasn't aware that it was overwhelming pleasure that was affecting her. With a smirk gracing his lips, he stopped his circling, pressed firmly against the cloth, and watched as Granger shot out of her chair. She covered quickly by pretending to examine her simmering cauldron. Draco pressed again and followed with more firm circles, watching as she squirmed. Taking her seat again, she crossed one leg over the other, squeezing her legs together in effort to stop the relentless torture she felt of invisible fingers massaging her in intimate places. An anguished moan escaped and she leapt out of her seat again.

"I'm not well, Professor!" she shouted suddenly. "My potion's done. I just have to -" Granger's sentence was cut off by a gasp and without further explanation, she ran from the room.

Draco's malicious grin was stuck firmly and it took more patience than he thought possible to wait the few extra minutes that he did. He scooped some of his potion into a vial and approached Snape's desk. "Sir, may I please be excused to use the bathroom?"

Snape's eyes narrowed as he considered Draco's cocky grin. His dark eyes looked from the door where the bushy-haired Gryffindor fled only two minutes prior and back to the young man before him. "Just... stay out of trouble."

"Of course, sir." Draco couldn't hide the swagger in his step as he walked out of the classroom. Snape had no idea what he was up to, but the message was clear - Don't get caught.


Hermione panted as she raced and stumbled down the dungeon corridor. The sensations coursing through her body had not ceased and she found it difficult to walk upon her jelly-like legs. She sobbed in small relief when the door to the girls' bathroom came into view. As fast as she could manage, she rushed into the room and threw the door closed, locking it behind her. With intention of splashing her face with cold water, she made her way to the sinks. The sensation, however was getting more intense. Without hesitation, she slid her knickers down her legs and threw them across the room. They weren't the pair of knickers that the pervert had returned to her, she was smarter than to use those again, but somehow he was managing to use her brand new knickers against her.

Hermione gasped again. It hadn't worked. "It's not the knickers," she whispered in a panic.

"No, it's not," Draco replied as he entered the restroom and locked the door behind him.

"How are you doing this?!" Hermione panted.

Draco let out a bark-like laugh. "How? Let me ask you first, how long did you know it was me?"

"Two days ago." She continued to pant as the gentle massage continued. "My dreams suddenly started causing orgasms. I woke up during the last one and the sensations continued. Dreams of you... I just... God, just... just... how are you-?"

"How?" Draco began pacing in front of her, his hands behind his back, never ceasing his ministrations while looking casual, if not cocky. "Interesting response. You don't ask me why or threaten me, you only ask me how. My question to you was going to be why you haven't told anyone when you knew it was me, but I think I already know the answer... you like it, don't you?"

Increasing pressure on the swatch of cloth once more, Draco slowly approached her. Bracing herself against the sink, Hermione whimpered again.

"The truth is, Granger," he spoke quietly and seductively as he moved to stand directly in front of her, pinning her against the sink, "I like it, too. Only, I want more." Draco shoved the fabric into his back pocket and his hand dove between her legs. He smiled broadly when he discovered her knickers had already been removed. "Secret is, so do you, hm?"

Hermione pressed herself back against the sink, startled at and adjusting to the feel of human contact over the magic. The effect was far more intense.

Draco lost his smile as his heart began to race. As cocky as he appeared, he was suddenly frightened out of his skin. It wasn't just play now, no matter how much he wanted it to be. She wasn't just a target, she was the soft skin and patch of hair beneath his palm. She was a real witch and he was really touching her. If this didn't go well...

Draco rubbed gently against her soft curls before slowly parting her lower lips and sliding one finger along her folds. In his mind every piece of her was labeled just as the images drawn in Randyman's Playbook. Every bit had a name and every part loved to be stroked just so. The book told him as much as it could, but was quite clear that every witch liked to be touched differently.

Draco's fingers continued their study as his eyes studied her face for its reactions. Her eyes were squeezed closed and he looked quite panicked when he saw that she might be uncomfortable, or worse, like she was held against her will. He paused his ministrations, ready to Obliviate and run, when she pressed back against his hand and moaned. Not anguish. The book talked about this. Concentration. Yearning. This was a good thing. She was enjoying it.

"Draco, no..." she whimpered.

Draco questioned himself again, but saw that he wasn't wrong. She wanted him, he knew she did. It was the only reason she'd allowed him to touch her in the first place.

"Be careful saying that, princess. I know you don't want me to stop and if you say it again and I just might have to."

Hermione pressed again against his fingers and whimpered.

"Tell me the truth now, Granger. Do you want me to stop?" Draco leaned forward and flicked his tongue against her earlobe before purring in her ear, "...or do you want the dream?"

"Say it, Granger, or it stops now." His fingers stilled and his heart raced. She had to say yes. He'd worked so hard to get to this point. She just had to-

In a movement that surprised even Hermione herself, she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into a fierce and desperate kiss.

Consent.

Draco immediately rewarded her by slipping one of his fingers further into her wet folds and up until his digit was completely sheathed by her liquid silk walls. She moaned against his lips and her desperate hands roamed up and into his hair. Thank Merlin he'd been right. Without pause he circled his finger around inside her, slid it in and out a couple times, before returning to tease the sensitive nerve of her clitoris. She was getting close, he wasn't sure how he knew, but he did. He'd been teasing her since the classroom and she'd been getting more and more frantic since. He again teased her insides and she moaned in desperation. She was close. So close. After just another few swirls around her clit, she shuddered. This was it. Draco thrust two fingers into her while his thumb kept pressure on her throbbing clit.

Draco watched in awe as she came undone in his hands. He'd seen it in dreams, but it was nothing to real life. She was gorgeous, and he himself... he was incredible, and he knew she knew it. His fingers stilled when she did and slowly he removed them from beneath her skirt. Her head rested against his shoulder as she tried to catch her breath.

"Sexiest thing I've ever seen," Draco admitted in a whisper against her neck.

Hermione stiffened suddenly. She remembered herself. She remembered him. This wasn't a dream and the realization of what she'd just done was crashing down on her. He knew it would eventually.

"Don't fret, love," he continued to speak quietly, so as not to break the moment, "I'll give you no reason for regrets."

Her head snapped up and she looked at him with a tortured mix of emotions on her face. She couldn't believe what she'd just allowed; what she just participated in.

"No regrets, Granger," he said again. "I found that most enjoyable, as did you. You'll want more. I already do. The easier you accept that, the more pleasure will come."

"Dra- Malfoy... we... I-I... It was a lapse in judgment. I just-"

"Tell yourself what you will. I already know." Draco sucked one of his fingers clean and moaned at the taste. She smelled just as she did in all of his dreams. "Mmm... pleasant dreams, Hermione."

With those as his parting words, Draco unlocked the girls' room door and left her there to think. He had his own issues to deal with, namely the throbbing ache in his trousers. He'd collect his things from potions later.


Things have definitely heated up in this chapter. Please let us know what you think.