Thanx for the reviews! I'll be sure to keep writing. I don't own Harry Potter. And now to add Draco into the mix.
Hermione Granger always knew what to do. She was brilliant, and Hermione Granger would find a way out of every situation. It was a fact of life.
Before Hogwarts, the kids at school didn't like her because strange things happened around her or the fact that she was intelligent. She was teased and bullied mercilessly. Sometimes adults can't understand that children can be the most ruthless of humans, as well as the most caring. But Hermione had gotten through. If the other children didn't like her then that was no worry of hers! Adults were more interesting anyways. And one problem was solved.
Then when she received her Hogwarts she was faced with the fact that she was probably years behind in knowledge than the children she would be joining at Hogwarts. And there was so much she could have learned! So she read all of her textbooks and the other books her parents bought her. It was another problem solved.
After that Hermione went to Hogwarts and solved countless problems, for herself as well as Harry and Ron, and many had told her that she was the brightest witch of her age. So why couldn't she figure out what to do? Why couldn't she solve the complex puzzle that was her relationship with the two Slytherins that frequented her thoughts?
She had kissed Blaise. Merlin, who was she kidding, she allowed him to practically molest her in the common room! And she'd liked it. And she couldn't bring herself to believe that it was simply a psychological reaction to everything that had happened to her.
Then there was Draco. She felt like she had betrayed him by kissing Blaise. Not only because he and Blaise were involved but there was something else- something more intimate about what she felt. She couldn't possibly have feelings for both of them, could she?
It didn't add up. And she would most definitely not allow herself to become another notch on Blaise's long list of conquests. But oh, she really wanted to kiss him again, to have that deliciously warm feeling to surround her again.
Turning around the corridor Hermione continued making her rounds. She had successfully avoided Blaise all week. Currently she was patrolling with some sixth year Hufflepuff who was patrolling the upper portions of the building. Which left her the second floor and below. Finishing up the first floor she waited for a staircase so that she could begin patrolling the dungeons.
The dungeons were dark, dank, and drafty, and overall an unpleasant place to patrol after hours. It was easy to convince oneself that the shadows were hiding some unknown threat in the Slytherin domain. Her steps echoed off the walls as she walked further into the dungeons.
She had an odd sort of feeling that someone was watching her. Turning around she saw nothing. She was being silly. She wanted to light her wand, but the portraits didn't take kindly to that, so she sped up, hoping to get her rounds done as quickly as possible. She heard a noise behind her as she passed the potions room, and whipped around. There was nothing there. She listened for a moment, but the only sound she could make out was her own labored breathing.
She started off again, making sure to peak in various alcoves and corners, finding nothing, when she heard footsteps other than her own. She was certain. Someone was following her. She stopped, and the foreign footsteps stopped as well. Looking around she could see no one. She needed light. She continued walking further down the corridor and turned into a hall she knew there were no portraits before suddenly turning and casting lumos.
Draco leaned casually against the wall smirking at her.
"Paranoid Granger?"
"No. Now, why are you out after hours Draco?" she snapped. He was the last person she wanted to have a conversation with in a dark abandoned corridor in the dungeons after hours. The irony wasn't lost on her. His expression turned serious.
"What ever happened between you and Blaise has him in a fit. You will fix it." Hermione glared at him.
"Who are you to tell what or what not to do? If Blaise is upset with me, he should come see me and not send you." Draco rolled his eyes.
"He didn't send me Granger. Believe or not I do care for people. And you are making one of those people I care for upset which is unacceptable."
"You probably don't even know what happened then." Draco shrugged.
"I could care less. You probably got into some argument over head duties, and refused to talk to him or some nonsense, which has him all mad." Hermione looked at him strangely. He thought she was that petty? She laughed. Draco glared at her and she kept laughing.
"What's so funny?" Hermione calmed herself down.
"I was right. You have no idea." Draco snorted.
"Then enlighten me." Hermione stood still like a deer caught in headlights. She didn't think he'd actually ask. What would he say if he knew? Would he hate her? Would he hate Blaise? Would he never speak to them again? Draco stared at her expecting an answer, but she just stood there stock still. He walked toward her, and tilted her chin up. Looking into her eyes. She knew what he was doing, but didn't stop him. He had a right to know.
She felt him rooting around in her brain and pushed the memory toward him. Draco's expression turned from surprised to one she couldn't identify. He let go of her chin, breathing heavily and she looked away immediately, ashamed of what she had done.
"I have to say, I didn't know you had it in you Granger." Draco said at last. Hermione's head snapped up as she glared at him. He shrugged.
"What you can't blame me." She rolled her eyes and leaned back against the wall.
"What am I going to do?" Draco snorted.
"Whatever you want. It's obvious what he wants." Hermione closed her eyes and began banging her head against the wall, until Draco's hands gripped her shoulder and pulled her away.
"None of that. Gods Granger you're reminding me of a house elf right now. And don't you spew any thing to me." She glared at him again.
"It's Society-"
"for the Protection of Elvish Welfare, I know." They stood together in silence, Draco still holding her shoulders, and Hermione still leaning against the wall.
"What am I going to do? I'm not interested in one night stands, but I like Blaise, and then there's you of course-" Draco looked at her strangely.
"Certainly, you understand Blaise and I have an open relationship?" Hermione blushed tomato red. She had figured out it was her romantic feelings for Draco that were in the way of any sort of relationship with Blaise. She looked down. Draco continued to look at her as if she were a puzzle. Finally he tilted her chin up again and went into her brain. Hermione was too surprised to block him, even though she was a very good occlumens. He found what he was looking for, and he didn't bother to hide the surprise on his face. Hermione blushed even darker, and made a move to run away. It was too embarrassing. She got a couple of steps away before her back was slammed into a wall and her mouth was being ravaged mercilessly.
Draco's kiss was completely different from Blaise's as she had suspected. It was rough and hungry, and relentless. She kissed back with fervor, struggling all the while to be free, but Draco simply pushed his body closer to her, pinning her against the wall. When their mouths broke apart, she renewed her efforts to be free.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Draco whispered huskily into her ear. Hermione glared.
"Why not?" She asked petulantly. He pressed his body further into her, and she felt his arousal against her stomach. She gasped and stopped moving, and his mouth covered hers again. This time he slowed down, his tongue languidly stroking hers and drawing it out of her mouth and into his. His hands dropped from her shoulders, and went to her legs, wrapping them around his waist. She slid her hands up and around his neck so that she wouldn't fall if he were to step back from the wall. Somehow her robe slipped from off her shoulders, and she immediately took his off in return. They continued their heated kisses, and Draco pressed her even further into the wall, grinding against her in motions that made her want to rip off his clothes then and there. She looked into his darkened eyes that swarmed with lust and emotion. How had she ever though they were cold and unfeeling?
She felt one of his hands sliding up and down her thigh, pushing her skirt up to an indecent length. His other hand was drawing light circles on her rib cage as continued his avid attention to her mouth. She moaned as the hand on her rib cage moved upward to her breast, skating deliberately over her nipple. His mouth moved to her neck as she arched into his hand that rolled her nipple between his fingers through their clothes. She was so preoccupied she hadn't noticed how his other hand had slipped up her thigh and between them, until his fingers slipped under the waist band of her knickers, touching her more intimately than anyone had before. She felt one of his long fingers slid into her, causing her to buck and moan into him.
His finger slid easily in and out of her, slick with her arousal, and he quickly added to more fingers to the first, eliciting the most delectable reactions out of her. His mouth found hers again, and she screamed into him as his thumb flicked over her clit and he pinched her nipple at the same time, flooding her with the most intense emotions she had ever felt in her life.
Gasping, she slumped against Draco as the reality of what just happened hit her. She had just had an orgasm after hours in a deserted corridor in the dungeons by the hands of none other than Draco Malfoy, who was dating the Head Boy Blaise Zabini, who she had kissed just days before.
Holy shit, she was screwed.
Shoving Draco off her she grabbed her cloak and wand and ran away as fast as her feet could take her. She heard him call after her but ignored it willing one of the staircases to move while she was on it so he couldn't follow. Luckily, one did and she disappeared.
Now, what in the bloody hell was she supposed to do?
Poor Hermione is confused. Reviews! Reviews! Reviews! Please.