"Hermione!" Ron called across the common room. "Where've you been? We've been waiting for you for ages."

Hermione sighed as she looked over at her two friends who waited by the fire. After hours of watching people walk past her nude, she was relieved to see them appear completely clothed. It'd taken her most of the afternoon in the library to finally find a spell similar to Finite Incantatum, that would cease the spell Draco had placed on her. Bloody ferret, she thought to herself.

"I was in the library, Ron. You could have looked for me there if you'd wanted." Apparently, waiting while playing exploding snap was a better way of passing time.

"We were going to, but we kept thinking you'd be up any minute," Ron reasoned. "Have you finished your History of Magic essay yet? We were hoping you could help us with ours."

Harry turned his head, disliking being grouped in Ron's request, despite needing her help just as desperately.

"I finished mine days ago, remember? The same time I was urging you to work on yours?" she answered, heaving another great sigh. "Look, finish it tonight and I'll look it over tomorrow. I'm far too exhausted to do it tonight. In fact, I'm headed to bed." Before either could respond, Hermione headed toward the girls' dorms, uttering her goodnights over her shoulder.

The day had been emotionally and mentally exhausting and it was all Malfoy's doing. If the prat knew what was good for him, he'd stay away from her dreams that night.

He didn't stay away. Almost as soon as Hermione had laid her head on her pillow, she fell into a deep sleep; a deep sleep filled with dreams of another's concoction, and he was not happy.

"Granger," Draco growled, pushing her up against a bookshelf in her own dorm.

"Malfoy, what are you doing here?" she gasped.

His mouth was by her ear as he spoke in a low dangerous voice. "You anger me, Granger."

"I-"

"You've no idea what I've put on the line for you."

Hermione gasped again as he nipped none too gently at her neck. She was about to protest when his lips delicately sucked and kissed away the pain.

"Weeks have now turned into over a month since I began pursuing you. Every waking moment I think of you. The disgust I've had to grapple with... The chances I've taken in you not squealing to anyone..." His hands were rough as he tugged her shirt from her skirt and began rubbing them over her stomach.

"Why me?" she asked finally, doing nothing to stop his advances.

"Gods, Granger, I've asked myself the same thing time and time again. You're the one though. I've looked at every girl in school and you're the one."

"I'm a muggle-born. Doesn't that-"

"I want you," he growled, ripping open the front of her shirt. Hermione gasped at his ferocity, but felt a delicious ache of desire growing inside her.

"I-I... I don't think I can do this though," she admitted quietly. "I'm not like you, Draco. I've never casually..."

"Not like me? Granger, you want it just as bad. You can't keep denying that." His hands moved upward, palming her breasts over her lacy green bra. "These dreams may be my doing, but you participate as well. This lacy green bra, as desirable as it is, is not from my imagination. The way you respond... that's in your control. If you want to stop this, then stop."

Draco's mouth moved to the exposed flesh of her right breast and began suckling. Hermione tried with all her might to pull her thoughts together, but as his fingers tugged the cup of her bra down to expose her breast, she found it increasingly difficult to keep her wits about her.

"I'm really not this kind of girl," she declared. "I'm not. Fantasies are different. I can't do this with you outside of them. The thought of being just another of your conquests..."

Her resolve was beginning to return, but collapsed instantly when his mouth enclosed her nipple. Draco pulled back suddenly however and his eyes were ablaze when they landed on hers.

"Another conquest?" He snarled, placing his leg between hers and pressing firmly. "Just how many of those do you think I've had?"

Hermione shook her head, unable to speak as she tried to understand his sudden fury.

"Conquests?! I wish! You've been the only bloody girl on my mind since the start of school. You guessed it right when you snipped that my hand is my only company. You're it, Granger. I've teased and pleasured you for weeks. Orgasm after orgasm for you, while I've got nothing but a wank to satisfy me. You tease and tease, while you accept my advances here and when I pleasure you physically or magically. Nothing but teasing, as I wait for something you tell me I'll never get!"

Draco ripped her skirt away to reveal a pair of lace panties to match her bra. "Green for Slytherin, just for me," he sneered, nipping at her neck again as his hand moved to rub her above the lace of her knickers. "You think us nothing but devious. If that's the case, perhaps it's the house you belong in. Gryffindor bravery is obviously not in you if you're too afraid to go after what you desire."

"I..."

"You know what?" Draco said heatedly as he pulled away from her suddenly. "I think I've had enough. If I really haven't got a bloody chance, then you can go fuck yourself. I'm done."

Hermione's mouth hung open as Malfoy vanished before her eyes. She stood there shell shocked, even in her dream. That day, for the first time, she had thought of him as possibly vulnerable, and this proved it to her. He had put himself out there even more than she had imagined and she, Hermione Granger, had actually bruised his feelings.

Hermione awoke and stared up at the canopy above her bed. Hurt his feelings? Was that really any of her concern? All of the advances he'd made were his doing. She couldn't help how she responded in her dreams. They were dreams, fantasies.

In real life, however, she should have stopped him the minute she knew it was him. She had accepted his advances, she realized. Still, she had no obligations to him! How dare he act as though she did! Devious? Her? He was the devious one.

Bravery, though? she asked herself. Bravery to go after what she desired? Did she desire him? Searching herself for an honest answer, she was displeased to discover that she was truly torn. She did enjoy his attentions. She did enjoy his touch. She wanted more. What was stopping her? Her morals. Was it wrong? He assured her it wasn't, but what did she believe? If she were to consent, would it be wrong? It wouldn't be right... but perhaps it wasn't wrong either.

She was torn.

And then he stopped. Draco Malfoy, it appeared, had actually given up.

Hermione's heart, as troubled as it was, sank. She had become accustomed to his persistence and it wounded her to be tossed aside so easily. Why? she asked herself angrily. He was perverted, intolerable, insolent, arrogant, and... cruel? No, not cruel, she decided, but definitely everything else. And yet she still missed him.

The dreams had stopped, as had the magical caresses. He no longer sought her out in a crowd and resolutely kept his eyes off of her in class. And it hurt. How had she allowed herself to become emotionally attached to his pursuits? She wasn't sure, but she had.

The question remained - did she want him? His personality was flawed, to say the least, but that had nothing to do with it, did it? The question remained the same, did she want him? The answer? Yes. And that brought one last question - What would she do about it? Would she be able to commit any intimate acts with him? She had, but it was under what she considered extreme circumstances.

Her answer, as most did, came from the library.

Hermione Granger was a tease. Draco had declared it to her in her dream, but she had taken it much too far this time. If the way she had led him on before was cruel, he wasn't sure what to call her latest stunt.

He'd been avoiding her. He thought his frustration couldn't get any worse and so decided to call the whole bloody thing off. If his hand was the only pleasure he was going to get, then he'd stop his generous pleasuring of her.

The bloody minx was cruel. Devious and cruel. He had been diligent, his eyes never wandering until that morning she walked into the great hall in nothing but a set of lacy green panties and matching bra. Draco had to do a double take. It was almost exactly like the set she had worn in their last dream. He was sure he had lost it, but she stepped into the great hall and immediately looked over at him. It was real and it was for him. But something wasn't right. Hermione Granger was standing there in nothing but intimate apparel, showing her gorgeous curves to the entire student body, and no one else seemed to notice.

"That bloody bitch," he muttered. Pansy tried to speak to him, but he heard nothing. Not only had Hermione found a way to stop the Starkers Vision he'd cast upon her, somewhere in the space of the last six days, she had found a way to make her own similar spell to cast upon him. He didn't see her nude, something he was sure would be going too far for her, but he saw her and only her in her undergarments.

Ignore it, he told himself. He'd given her up. Just like a drug, he'd been hooked and he was kicking the habit before it got worse. He'd ignore her as she had many times ignored him in the past. If this was revenge, she'd have to do better than that.

She didn't. She didn't have to. Hermione continued to use the spell over the next few days, each day donning a different set of lingerie, panties and bras that he had once been sneaking into her school bag. She was using his own tools against him. Despite his determination not to look, it was far too difficult not to. She had the most gorgeous body he'd ever seen. Perfect. It may not have been the type of body he'd seen in his naughty magazines, but it was perfect to him. Long toned legs, flat stomach, breasts just the right size, not to large or small, ones that fit perfectly in his hands. Her face, once childish with large teeth had transformed into one of a beautiful young woman. Deep brown eyes that shined with intelligence, the slightest pout to her soft lips, and the lightest smattering of freckles across her nose. How freckles could look good on anyone, he never knew, but they were sexy on her. Her hair, full as ever, had grown to hold more of a curl. If it were on the head of any other, it would look utterly ridiculous, but he had grown to appreciate it on her. Just another thing to hold onto as he was ravishing her.

He'd had enough. He'd had enough long ago, and he wasn't going to take it any longer. He watched as Hermione separated from her friends in the corridor, waving to them they went the separate ways. Seconds passed as he waited for her to come closer. As soon as she was within arm's reach, his hand darted out from the tapestry he was hiding behind and pulled her into the secret passage.

"Malfoy!" she squeaked in recognition as he slammed her up against the wall.

"What the hell are you playing at, Granger?!" he barked.

"I-I..." she stuttered. She'd thought about what to say to him for days, but now that she had him in front of her, nothing was forthcoming.

"Think you're so clever, using my own tricks against me? Trying to tease me? News flash, Granger, that's what I've imagined you walking around in since I started. The only thing you've managed to do is piss me off beyond-"

Draco's sentence was cut off abruptly when Hermione pulled him into a heated kiss. Draco questioned the situation for a mere second before he returned the kiss with passion. His fingers tangled through her mass of hair, as hers clawed at his back. Her mouth opened to him for the first time. While she seemed slightly hesitant, Draco did not hold back, caressing her tongue with his. Merlin, how he'd longed for this. This and so much more.

It hit him then and he pulled away. "What are you playing at, Granger?"

"M-maybe... Maybe it's not as wrong as I thought," she replied quietly. She reached up to brush his cheek with her trembling hand. Gathering her courage once again, she leaned in to kiss his jaw. Her whispered words sent shivers down his spine. "Meet me in the library tomorrow night."

"When?" he asked, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Just after ten."

"I swear, if this is-"

"I'll be there at ten, Draco. You can come if you'd like." Before she could take back her words, Hermione stepped out of the secret passage and continued to her class. Draco stood there for another few moments. He wasn't sure how much hope he should hold on to, but he didn't miss the way she called him Draco. It gave him more hope than he felt he should have.

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