Resentment

Chapter 36: Detention with Malfoy

A/N: I own nothing except my mistakes.

Lately Draco and Hermione had been doing great together. They barely had any conflicts, had a good few laughs together and their bickering was brought to a minimum. But, oh my, at the moment Hermione could seriously kill Draco as she watched him writing a note, occasionally looking up at her with a grin on his face.

Then, without so much of a hint of subtlety, he enchanted the paper after he had folded it into a bird and blew it all across the classroom her way. Shooting him multiple death glares, she hoped to Merlin that the paper would find its way to her sooner than Professor McGonagall would turn around to face the class again, but alas, right before the paper bird arrived at her desk her teacher turned around, and without any kind of hesitance made the paper bird fire up, making Hermione watch as it fell down in ashes and landed on her desk.

After a quick glance around the classroom McGonagall seemed to have easily spotted who did that, and her next words were what made Hermione so incredibly angry at Draco that she had to control herself to not hex him on the spot. "Mr Malfoy and Ms Granger, detention. Tonight before dinner I expect you two in my office." The older witch said between thin lips, a stern look directed at both of them. "I will not have such nonsense flying around in my classroom."

Knowing it was wiser to shut up and not argue with McGonagall that it wasn't fair to punish her for something she didn't do, she remained quiet, but scowled at Draco as he looked at her in return, clearly pleased with the outcome. What the bloody hell was that for? If you had something to say, you could just say it like this. She spat at him, making his grin widen even further.

Oh, I know. Raising an incredulous eyebrow at him, she shot him another glare as his grin turned into his well-known smirk. Then for Merlin's sake, why did you not do that?

The boy across the room simply shrugged, his expression not wavering a bit. Because I had nothing to say, really. Just wanted to get that detention so we can finally have some quality time together without anyone looking or one of your friends hopelessly following you around. At the latter he rolled his eyes. It wasn't a secret that it bugged him, since he had so exasperatedly complained the past few days about Ginny or Neville always being around her, making it near impossible for him to spend some time with her.

Even though she had to admit it was nice to have a proper excuse to finally spend some time with him in peace, it did not take her anger away for ruining her clear record of this year. Detentions were something Hermione did not take lightly to her school record, and it was a good thing she didn't share any classes with him after Transfiguration so she could have some time to calm down before she'd face him tonight.

Knocking on Dumbledore's old office door – which was now McGonagall's office – Draco and Hermione both stepped inside later that day when their classes were over and dinner would soon be served – a dinner that the both of them would have to miss.

"Hand in your wands," Professor McGonagall said, coming out of her chair and walking up to the two of them, getting straight to business. Even though the Headmistress came off stern, Hermione could still see the hint of curiosity in her eyes as the woman looked between the two of them.

Reluctantly Hermione and Draco handed in their wands, and with a simple charm from McGonagall a bucket of water and two pieces of cloths appeared out of thin air and were pushed into the two students' hands. "Go ahead and clean the Trophy Room." The classical punishment. "Report back to me in two hours. If it's clean enough, you'll get back your wands." With that final statement the two of them were ushered out of the Headmistress' office and were left to walk up a few floors until they arrived at the Trophy Room.

"You know, Malfoy," Hermione grunted as she scrubbed an annoying bit of rusted dust on a trophy, "we could have figured something else out, something less exhausting, to meet up in private." Draco let out a light chuckle, lazily cleaning his trophy. "Quit whining, Granger, it's only been ten minutes." Hermione huffed, shaking her head side to side to try and get rid of a strand of hair that had fallen into her face. "That wasn't my point."

Draco rolled his eyes, putting the trophy back and moving onto a second one. Even though he barely spent any effort on cleaning his trophies, he seemed to get them clean surprisingly well. So far in those ten minutes he had already cleaned seven, and each one was shining brighter than the single one she had been working on for ten minutes straight now. It was truly clear to see he had many detentions in his life to get this good at cleaning trophies.

"Here," Draco said, popping up behind her as he grabbed her trophy out of her hands, and easily wiped off the rusted piece of dust. Staring at him incredulously with an open mouth, he simply shrugged as he passed it back to her. "The key is to clean it in an upwards motion, not downwards. It makes it come off easier." He said, his breath tickling her neck lightly as he had taken a step closer, reaching up high from behind her to grab another trophy from a higher plank. "See?" He said, instructing it once more with a different trophy, his body now casually pressing against her back so he could have his arms snaked around either side of her so she could see clearly what he was doing.

Ignoring the intimacy of the closeness, she gave a curt nod as he placed the other trophy back. "You said you didn't know what job you'd want, right?" Hermione began, a light smirk grazing her lips as she turned around, now being face to face to him. "I see you're pretty good at cleaning. Maybe you'd do well as a caretaker. Perhaps take over Filch's job when he retires." A scowl appeared on his face, making Hermione's smirk grow bigger. "It'd fit you great. Keep the halls clean, scare away students from unwanted places, hand detentions out for the most illogical reasons." This earned her a whack to her arm from his wet cloth, and a sneer as he spoke. "Real funny, Granger."

His expression then lightened up, and he took a step closer to her, making her look all the way up as he now towered above her. "Why don't you just learn from the best and hurry up. The sooner we're done, the quicker we can go." He said, his long fingers reaching out to her as he slowly traced them from the side of her head, all the way down to her neck, her shoulders and at last ending down her arms and to her hand.

Pretending that she did not just shiver on the spot at his touch and her breathing sped up as well as her heartbeat, she just pushed him aside as she rolled her eyes, trying to play it off casual. "No need to put up an act, Hermione. You know I can read your mind." Ignoring his smug voice, she grabbed another trophy from the shelf, this time being able to clean it up faster than the last.

After just forty-five minutes they were at last almost done, having finished two thirds of the room successfully, until they got a little distracted. Letting her hands freely roam over his back, she let out the slightest of a moan as he pressed even closer into her, her back now hitting the stone wall behind her as he bit her lip softly in the process, tugging on it as her hands made it from his back to his hair.

Resisting the temptation to go on longer – they had been making out for a good five minutes so far, anyway – she broke the kiss at last, heavily breathing as she looked into his eyes, the grey orbs that were constantly looking between her lips and her eyes and then roaming them all over her body. "Don't forget what we're here for. We still have trophies to clean."

Draco rolled his eyes, scoffing in the process. "Don't forget why we're even here in the first place. I told you I wanted some time with you." Biting her own lip, she willed herself to calm down a bit. Her heart was beating like crazy, and there was no denying that she wanted nothing more than to get back to his lips and continue their make out session. So let's continue. He said, leaving her no room to argue as he immediately connected his lips to hers, drowning any kind of protests she might have put up. She didn't even have the willpower to try and say it over mind. Who was she kidding? She could care less about those last fifty trophies that still had to be cleaned.

Deepening the kiss, she wrapped one arm around his neck as she lifted herself up a little higher on her feet, glad when he wrapped one of his own arms around her waist to support her somewhat. Using his other hand to roam around her body, she bit on his lip this time when his fingertips lightly brushed against the exposed skin of her hips, her shirt having been lifted up when he had been roaming his hands around.

Suppressing a moan as his hand trailed up higher and cupped her through her bra, she began to halfheartedly debate what was going on right now and if it was right. Well, not that there was anything wrong with what they were doing. After all, they had been together for quite a while now. Yet, she wasn't quite sure if she wanted it under these circumstances. Are you a virgin?

Hermione felt her cheeks heat up at that question, his words clearly ringing through her mind as he easily continued his handy work and his passionate kissing. Momentarily distracted by his question, her kissing grew less intense as she struggled to answer that. Yeah. She at last managed to get out, then wished to disappear right on the spot as he broke the kiss long enough to release a chuckle.

No need to be so embarrassed, Hermione. Figuring that his casual answer must mean that he wasn't a virgin anymore, she grew even more nervous as his hand slowly slipped away from her bra and ended up resting on her hip. "Come with me." Draco eventually said when he completely broke the kiss, and Hermione raised a questioning eyebrow at that.

Rolling his eyes, he nodded at the room they were in. "Don't want your first time to be in a place like this." Widening her eyes in surprise, she fell quiet as she simply stared up at him. "Unless you don't want it, of course." He said with an amused laugh, clearly not the least bit bothered by her awkwardness of the situation. If anything, it made him smile as he watched her stammer, unable to comprehend a clear sentence. "That's what I thought." With a smirk on his face, he grabbed her hand and tugged her with him.

Shooting a quick glance at the still dirty trophies standing in the room, she heard a groan from beside her. "For Merlin's sake, Hermione, don't tell me that's your priority right now." Sighing, she decided to let it go as she knew he was right. Soon a few more important things were bound to happen, and no good it would do to worry about some stupid trophies. Besides, they had cleaned enough in just forty-five minutes to make it seem like they would have spent an entire two hours on that.

With that reassuring thought, she found it easier to let her worries go, and only then started to wonder where they were headed as he easily let them through the castle. Room of Requirements. He simply answered. Questioning why the corridors were so empty, she suddenly remembered that all the students were currently downstairs in the castle, enjoying their dinner in the Great Hall. With the thought of food her stomach growled immediately, but she ignored that as they were now on the seventh floor, standing in front of a plain wall before it all too soon formed a door for them to go through.

Stepping inside, she shot a quick glance around the room, admiring the simplicity of it as it sufficed exactly the only thing they needed: a bed. Nothing fancy going on, but that was beyond fine with her. They'd be out of there soon afterwards, anyway.

Growing a bit more nervous knowing that her first time was going to happen really fast, she appreciated it when Draco pulled her in closer, starting off easy as he simply kissed her. "Just relax, Hermione." He spoke softly, bringing his lips to the side of her head as he planted soft kisses there, slowly working his way down until they reached her neck.

Biting her lip, she suppressed another moan, in which she got a disapproving grunt from Draco. Don't hold back. With that his hands started to move as to unbutton her blouse, all the while still kissing her neck, making her slowly moan ever so softly as she was afraid to suddenly just give it all out. This was beyond nerve wrecking, especially when she had read so little about it in any of her beloved books. She had always known that this was something books couldn't prepare you for, and so she had never really bothered with it.

Yet, she couldn't deny that she was silently wishing she hadn't skipped out on: The art of seduction and how to be a master in the bedroom she had once seen standing on a bookshelf in a Muggle bookstore. Perhaps than she had felt a little more prepared for this moment and a little less nervous.

Breathing heavily as she felt her blood pumping like crazy throughout her entire body as he had easily rid her of her blouse and her bra, she anticipated his touch as one of his hands cupped her now bare breast, and her breathing got stuck in the back of her throat as he disconnected his lips from her neck and pulled back his head to take all of her in.

Growing even ten times more nervous under his stare, she quickly grabbed him by the back of the head as she pulled him into a kiss, willing him to concentrate on anything else but her body. It's not like she had any problems with it, but never before had anyone else taken their time out to take in her half naked body, and as comfortable as she was with Draco, she had to admit she wasn't as comfortable just yet to let him look for too long.

He seemed to take the hint and took the lead as he removed himself from his own blouse, grabbing her hands and letting them rest on his body for her to feel. Moaning softly as she felt the soft skin beneath her fingertips, she carefully let them glide over his stomach and chest. She wouldn't say that he was all muscled up, but there definitely was some underlying muscle there. Anyway, how much muscle he had was the least of her concerns right now as his hands began to unzip the side of her skirt, and she felt as it fell down to the ground with ease.

Making her get rid off her shoes and black tights that were part of their uniform, she was left in nothing but her underwear and a certain ferret whose eyes were solely focused on her and her body.

With a smile on his face he guided her to the bed not far away from them, and let her lay down on her back as he hovered himself above her. Bringing their lips together once more, she once in a while stopped to release some hitched breaths as he roamed his hands from over her breasts all down to her underwear, where he went easy with her as soon as she started to tense up.

Taking a minute to see if she would protest, he began to lower his own body down the bed so he was on eye level with her groin, and with that she really felt her breath being stuck in the back of her throat as she nervously lifted up her hips so he could take off her underwear.

Trying to reassure herself that it was okay and that she was completely comfortable with Draco – also knowing he'd stop the moment she'd utter the word – she took in a few deep breaths as she surrendered herself to the sensations, gratefully accepting his hand as he grabbed hers, giving it a comforting squeeze.

She didn't know how long he had been there, nor did she really bother to count the time, but eventually he came back up again, and took a minute to roll over to her side so he could remove himself of his pants and underwear.

Resisting the urge to look away – it was more common courtesy than it was disgust, momentarily forgetting with what kind of purpose he was undressing for – she held her breath as he repositioned himself above her, his eyes glued on her. "Are you sure you want this?" His voice was hoarse, a certain lust attached to it as he scanned her eyes. Knowing she'd be lying if she'd say no, she nodded her head, unable to trust her voice. Yes, I am.

This is gonna hurt a bit. He warned her, and she nodded. From what she did read, which wasn't much, she did read about that. I know. With that he nodded, and went as sweet and slow as he possibly could, kissing her to distract her, and waiting for her to be comfortable before passionately making love.

A/N: I didn't want to have to change the rating of this story, and so I cut the chapter off at this. As much as I love writing smut, it just doesn't fit this story, and I hope that this is also satisfying enough for you lot to know that at least Draco and Hermione had a bit of well deserved fun. Those two have been through enough bad things.