Author's Note:

This is my very first Dramione fic and I'm super nervous about posting, but I'm also incredibly happy with how this story turned out.

I really hope you guys enjoy!

*I'm just a tiny little cinnamon roll, so please be gentle with me*

Chapter One: Sore Spot

The hallways of Hogwarts were quiet as Hermione walked the cobblestone corridors, the lit tip of her wand leading her through the darkness. She tried her best to ignore the man walking beside her, but was finding it next to impossible.

"Would you stop whistling," she demanded in a tight whisper. "Everyone can hear us coming."

Draco chuckled at her word choice and Hermione blushed, knowing exactly where his mind had wandered.

"Perv!"

"Come on, Granger. It's Friday night. Let loose a little and let the kids have their fun."

"You are a terrible Head Boy. That is the opposite of what our job entails. If we catch any student out of bed, they should be docked house points and, depending on their transgressions, given a detention."

Draco scoffed. "Wow, Granger. You're no fun. Figured you would come back from the war with your panties a little less in a twist, not more."

"Don't even think to know anything about my panties!" she whispered shouted, coming to a stop to stare angrily at him.

Draco just chuckled and shook his head. He continued forward, leaving the brunette behind as he walked casually down the dark hallway.

"Hey! Don't walk away from me!"

"You know what your problem is, Granger?"

"Oh, please. Enlighten me." Hermione said with a roll of her eyes as she caught stride with him once more.

Draco stopped and Hermione stumbled forward a couple steps in surprise. He stared at her, the serious look in his eyes making her uncomfortable.

"You like to go after canoodling underclassmen because you're still not over how you and Weasley ended things. And it hurts you to see those lovebirds having something you don't."

A loud smack echoed around the empty corridor. Hermione's palm stung, as did Draco's left cheek. Hermione stared daggers at the blonde in front of her as a slow smile grew on his lips.

"Touch a nerve did I?" he said snarkily.

Hermione stood there fuming. How dare he?! she angrily thought. She knew the whole wizarding world had heard of her and Ron's dramatic breakup, but everyone thought better than to ever speak of it in her presence. Except this asshole. She had been finding it difficult to have to deal with him as it was, now he had to go and touch a sore spot. She had been doing well at trying to forget how Ron cheated on her, fame having gotten to his head which supposedly made him stick his dick in any willing participant who crossed his path. Leading to the very nasty and very public blowout of their relationship. And it hurt to have someone like Malfoy rub salt in her still healing wounds. Her anger flared again as the smirk refused to leave his face. She raised her hand to strike him a second time, but her attempt was thwarted as she felt his strong fingers grab hold of her wrist.

"Now, now, now. No need for violence," he tutted. "Use your words."

"You're an arse. Now, let me go."

Draco chuckled. But instead of releasing her, he pulled her against his chest. Hermione gasped in surprise. She looked up at him to see the smirk still on his lips as he gazed down at her. He was a head taller than she was and she couldn't help the feeling she got being pressed up against him. She flexed her hand against his chest and couldn't ignore the hard pecs she felt under his t-shirt. Man, I must be touch starved to be reacting this way to Malfoy of all people, she thought. She tried to pull back but he just gripped her wrist tighter, keeping her close. She could smell his cologne; cigar smoke and citrus. Her cheeks flushed as their eyes locked. She was growing more and more uncomfortable as a feeling she hadn't felt in weeks began to ache low in her belly.

"Please. Let me go," she whispered in desperation. She needed to get away from him before she did something really stupid.

Draco's smile was finally wiped from his face. Hermione couldn't place the emotion in his eyes as he blinked down at her. He promptly released her. And without another glance his way, Hermione ran down the corridor toward their dorm room, her footsteps echoing along the stone floor as Draco leaned against the cold brick behind him. He threw his head back, repeatedly banging it against the wall in admonishment. "What the fuck was that?" he asked himself. He had only been trying to tease her. Never in a million years did he expect to be aroused by Hogwarts's golden girl. He closed his eyes, thinking about the innocence in Hermione's face as she said the word please. Draco groaned as he adjusted the front of his pants. He could no longer hear her retreating footsteps, assuming she finally made her way to their shared sleeping quarters. He put his hands in his pockets and started down the hallway. He avoided the dorm, simply walking around the castle. He didn't know if he was just trying to clear his head or if he stayed away for Hermione's benefit, to give her time and space.

And it was probably a good thing he stayed away because Hermione was a mess. As soon as she had gotten to the dormitory, she leaned against the big mahogany door, out of breath from practically running to get there. She hurried up the steps to her room, slamming the door behind her. She had no desire to be caught in the common room when Draco finally returned. She threw herself on her bed, her legs dangling off the side. Cupping her face in her hands, she screamed to her empty room, "what the bloody hell is wrong with me?!" She had been turned on by Draco's actions. She refused to think she'd been turned on by Draco himself. It is just because you've gone without sex for so long, she reasoned with herself. Nothing more. You definitely do not have feelings for Draco Malfoy. Her heart started racing again remembering the way his hand gripped her wrist. She circled the place his fingers had touched as she thought about the warmth and strength that had emanated from his skin. His eyes were such an intense gray as he stared down at her with that smug smirk of his. I'd never noticed that before... the color of his eyes... She recalled the emotion that crossed his face as she asked him to let her go. She just could not place what he had been thinking.

She sat up abruptly, getting to her feet to pace the length of her room. Anything to get out some of the nervous energy that was coursing through her. She jumped as she heard the door to the dorm slam shut. Her heartbeat started racing again. She stood still, waiting to hear the telltale sounds of Draco making his way to his bedroom. She could hear him walking up the stairs, his shoes thudding against each step. At the sound of his bedroom door closing softly from across the hall, she let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Needing to calm herself down, she gathered her toiletries and a towel to head to the bathroom for a nice, relaxing shower. She exited her room, turning to close her door behind her as quietly as possible so Draco wouldn't hear. When she turned back around she let out a small gasp, dropping her shower caddy to clutch at her pounding heart. She was face to face with the wide eyed Head Boy who lived next door. He kept eye contact for a few more seconds before leaning down and picking up the bottle of shampoo that had rolled next to his foot. Hermione regained her senses, dropping to her knees and hurriedly picking up her fallen items. The bottle of shampoo appeared in her periphery as Draco handed her the bottle. She grabbed it from him, their fingers accidentally touching as the item traded hands. An electricity ran up their arms at the casual touch. Hermione pulled back quickly.

"Thanks," she said curtly, finally collecting her belongings and standing.

Draco stayed squatting, watching her as she got to her feet, her shapely legs staring him in the face. "No problem," he said as he too stood and faced her. He noticed the intense blush dusting her cheeks.

"Were you wanting to shower?" she asked, ignoring the immense awkwardness she felt being in this space with him.

Draco had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep his head out of the gutter. She is definitely not inviting you to go take a shower with her. Keep yourself together, man! he shouted to himself. This did not keep his mind from imagining the slim brunette in the shower. Naked. Water cascading down her pert breasts as she smiled at him, beaconing him to join her. He shook his head and cleared his throat. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I was."

"Oh. Okay. Well-"

"You can go first, though," Draco interrupted.

Hermione avoided his gaze. "You sure?"

"Yeah. I'll just take one in the morning. Goodnight, Granger."

He didn't move.

Hermione tilted her head to look at him then. He stared deeply into her eyes and she stared back, unable to break their contact. Neither said anything. They had no idea how long they stood there in the hallway, but it felt like an eternity. Hermione was the first to break the silence.

"Goodnight, Draco," she whispered.

All of a sudden, without a single word, Draco turned and entered his bedroom, shutting the door quickly behind him.

Hermione stood in shock, watching his door in case it opened again. After a few minutes, she dumbly made her way to the bathroom. She turned on the shower, letting it get warm as she undressed and tied her hair up in a messy bun. The room began to fill with steam and she sighed as she stepped under the hot cascade of water. She lathered her hands up with soap and ran them over her body, massaging the floral scented bubbles into her aching shoulders. She moved her hands over her stomach, slowly skimming up to her breasts. She caressed them and gasped at the tingling sensation she felt when she grazed her nipples. She began plucking them between her forefinger and thumb, her jaw going slack as she felt pleasure pool between her thighs. She slid one hand down to circle her clit, giving it the much needed attention it'd been craving since Draco grabbed her earlier. She kept pinching her nipple as she leaned against the shower wall. She spread her legs further apart as her fingers moved faster and faster. She closed her eyes, her mind conjuring up the image of the blonde Head Boy just down the hall. She imagined it was his strong fingers stroking her. His tongue lapping at her nipples as she threw her head back in ecstasy. Hermione had never masturbated in the shower before, but the intense orgasm that was approaching her clouded her mind and obliterated her better judgement.

Draco could hear the shower running. He had put on his pajama bottoms, leaving his torso bare. He was sat up in bed, attempting to read over a book on werewolves for his report due next week. But his mind continued to wander to the bushy-haired bookworm currently in the shower. He groaned as he recalled how her lips enveloped his name when she told him goodnight. He couldn't help but imagine her uttering his name as she bounced up and down his cock, his hands skimming up her back while she rode him. He moved the book in his lap to find a certain appendage awaiting his attention. He threw the book aside with an annoyed grunt. He could not get Granger off his mind and knew it was useless trying to do homework. There's only one way to make this all go away, he thought to himself. He pulled down his pajama bottoms and boxer briefs, freeing his straining erection. He fisted his hand at the base of his cock and slowly began pumping himself. He closed his eyes and pictured his dormmate kneeling before him. He could practically feel her lips replace his hand as she bobbed her head, her imaginary tongue sliding against the underside of his cock. His hand moved faster as he saw in his mind Hermione's innocent gaze look up at him beneath her lashes, taking him further down her throat. He moaned aloud, his head hitting the headboard behind him hard. As he came, he swore he heard muffled feminine moans coming from the shower, but his orgasm chased away any thought of what might be happening behind the bathroom door.

Hermione caught her breath as she returned to earth. As she fell over the edge, she had sworn she heard a deep masculine groan coming from the other side of the wall. She ignored the thought and cleaned herself up, the evidence of what she had just done washing down the drain. She dressed quickly and hurried to her bedroom. She got under the covers and laid her head down on her pillow. She was exhausted. From the intense orgasm she had just experienced and from all the awkwardness of the night. Her eyes began to droop as she hugged her pillow to her chest, desperately wishing it was someone else.

Across the hall, Draco stared at the cum covering his hand. He frowned in disgust at what he had just done. He almost hated himself for thinking of Granger in that way, and not for the reasons he used to. He grabbed a tissue to clean himself up, pulling up his boxers and pants to cover his flaccid dick. He rolled over, getting comfortable as sleep finally took over and before he knew it, he was dreaming.

A/N: I will be posting a new chapter every week! I'm super excited :)