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Draco had stopped styling his hair about a month after the Dark Lord had assigned him the mission of killing Dumbledore. Running his fingers through his hair had become a nervous habit for him. He found himself becoming annoyed with how his hands ended up sticky and his hair stuck all over the place. So, he decided to cut most of it off instead of pull it out.
It was beginning to turn into October and Draco was not happy with the progress of the vanishing cabinet. He worked on it in his spare time, most of the time he stayed up until the early morning. The first step was to try and get an apple to go through both ways. He was constantly writing to Borgin asking for advice or for any progress. The apple still sat at the bottom of the cabinet, but he did notice some parts of the skin were splinching off.
In short, it was pissing him off. He had trouble sleeping most nights, nightmares of what Voldemort would do to him or his family had been haunting him. He found his form of comfort came from walking the halls late at night and recently, his newfound relationship with Hermione Granger.
She had always been a thorn in his side. Always had to be the bloody know it all, not mentioning the fact that she was a mudblood. Yet, when they were alone, they were completely different. It was their little bubble, he noticed. He wasn't as rude to her; in fact he was somewhat of a gentleman. That made him smug. She didn't contradict him and she wasn't as stern. She was looser and laid back, willing to be bad.
The thought of Hermione being bad turned him on and he found himself thinking how he couldn't wait until tomorrow night.
It was barely October and Hermione was stressed beyond belief. First, she had to deal with schoolwork. Piles and piles of nonstop schoolwork. Thankfully, there were no major tests to be taken at the end of the year. And then she had prefect duty, nothing major, but it was still annoying having to find Weasley Wizard Wheezes all over the place. But, besides that she had to worry about Harry and his stupid potions book. Ron was being very frustrating, especially with Lavender suspiciously around him. She was constantly worried about Hagrid. And now there was her thing with Draco.
Draco is the absolute worse, she thought to herself over and over. But, she couldn't really believe it. She was anxious for what prefect duty was going to be like.
They met in front of the library. They never got put on duty together, maybe twice a year. It was a coincidence this worked out so nicely. Draco noticed Hermione had her usual uniform on. A white-sleeved shirt that was buttoned up to the top, her Gryffindor tie was properly in place. She wore a vest today, that didn't surprise him considering how cold it was this morning. Her skirt landed above her knees and she wore "practical" shoes.
He had no doubt in his mind that this was Granger.
"Ready?" she asked, putting her hair up in a ponytail.
"As ready as I'll ever be." He said, motioning for her to start walking.
They walked quietly for about half an hour, before Hermione broke the silence.
"How did you do on that Transfiguration test?" she casually asked, pointing her lit up wand down the dark hallway.
"I have no bloody idea and I don't really care, to be honest." He muttered, keeping his ears out for any foreign sounds.
"Wha-why not?" she stuttered. He saw her eyes open up in distress and he couldn't help but smirk at that.
"Some of us may not even be in school for very long, Granger. School isn't as important to me as it would be to you." He reassured her. Still, he could feel how worried and tense she was, and that turned him off. "How long is our shift?"
"Only about an hour."
"Okay, so a half hour more?"
"Mhm." She said, avoiding his gaze. He could laugh at the way she's acting.
"Perfect." He made sure she caught his lopsided grin.
They walked in silence before they ended up somewhere near the Slytherin dungeons.
"Time is practically up." She said. He could hear her disappointed voice. He grasped her wrist and tugged her to follow him.
"Thank Merlin, come on now."
She followed after him in silence, they twisted through hallways she had never gone down before – or even knew they existed – before making their way towards a worn out wall. Draco felt his hand along the edge before he heard Hermione let out a gasp as his hand disappeared.
"This way." He said, dragging her through the invisible wall.
"This is just like Kings Cross!" she uttered in amazement; she followed Draco up a set of twisting cobblestone stairs. "Where are we going?
"Shhh… Not yet, you're going to ruin the surprise." He replied, keeping her anxious. Before she knew it, they were facing a dark, wooden door.
"Okay, close your eyes."
"I always close my eyes." She grumbled, stomping her foot for the full effect. He rolled her eyes at her.
"Fine, keep the damn things open for all I care." But, she immediately shut them as he pushed the door open. Stupid Granger. He careful pulled her to the middle of the room and faced her towards the direction of the open window.
"Now open them."
Hermione slowly opened her eyes and she realized she was staring out at the night sky. She walked forward, looking down at the ground.
"We're in a tower?" he nodded.
"I found in during my late night walks. I was brushing my hand against the wall for my own amusement and I sort of lost balance, but then I realized I gained my own hiding spot." He told her. Suddenly, Hermione felt her heart warm up.
"Have you shown anyone else?"
"No, don't really want to. It sort of works out, though. If I found it before the library incident, then I guess we wouldn't have our…business proposition." He smirked, before sitting down on a musty couch that was along the wall.
"Is that why you were in the library? For peace and quiet?" she joked, making the couch squeak as she sat next to him.
"You don't realize how annoying it is to have two bumbling gorillas and a squeaky pug following after you all the fucking time. They don't go into the library, so I sought my peace and quiet there, yes. I wasn't caught before." He explained.
"You've done it in there before?" she gaped. She could image maybe one time, but more than that seemed impossible. He shrugged and inched closer towards her.
"It's not all I've done in there, but you know that." He said, pulling her neck close to him. He kissed it gently, before beginning to suck. "We can be in here and not get distracted, either. Isn't that nice?" he breathed against her pulse.
"We can't stay long," she mumbled, suddenly becoming short of breath, "we have to finish our potions early in the morning. We've been working on them all week." She pushed him away and focused on his eyes. She saw nothing but lust. His gaze lowered to her lips and she found herself standing up. She stood in front of him and pulled her vest off.
"We have to be quick, okay? It's still not that late." She whispered, standing in-between his legs. He nodded and untucked her shirt. He gazed at her while she undid her buttons slowly.
"I finally get to see your fucking tits." He said, smiling at her as she pulled the shirt off. She gave him an eye roll as she looked at his ravenous face. She wore a white bra covered in blue lace, something that depicted innocence. He wanted to see if her underwear matched. He found her skirt zipper on the side and zipped it off of her – dropping it to the floor. Not only did it match, it was the sexiest thing he ever saw.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and dragged her down so that she was below him. Her skin was touched by moonlight, making her look a paler than her usual tanned self.
Her fingers undid his own buttons and he pulled of his tie. She slid the shirt off and traced the muscles of his shoulder. He went to go unbuckle his pants, until he heard that Hermione let out a gasp. Her eyes stared at his arm and he looked down at it.
The Dark Mark. He was a fucking idiot.
She pulled back a bit and looked him straight in the eye. "You-you took it?" she asked in disbelief.
"Hermione, you don't understand." He started, feeling his rage get the ahold of him. He felt her cool hands grasp his shoulder.
"Try me."
So, he spent the next hour explaining to her what his father made him do, how he was scared shitless of Voldemort, and how his mother made the Unbreakable Vow. He didn't tell her about his mission though; he wanted to protect her in that sense. Also, he didn't want her to hate him more than usual.
He eventually found himself sitting against the wall, while her legs were on his lap. She was still unclothed, yet the warming charm she placed around the room didn't make them freeze.
"So, you basically had no way out of it?" she asked, it her only question.
"That's correct, yes." He was tense. Hermione sat up and looked Draco in the eyes.
"You want out, though. You're tired of all of this. The war and the racial stereotyping, I mean. You just want to live a normal life." She said, searching his eyes. He nodded, solemnly. She looked at him a bit longer, before she reached behind her and unclasped her bra.
"Come on, I know you've been wanting to see them." She said silently, letting the bra hit the floor. She laid down in front of him, topless.
"Excuse me?" he couldn't believe it. Before he knew it, she grabbed his hand and brought it to her breast. He felt her erect nipple underneath his palm. His fingers moved to pinch them and she let out a delicious gasp.
He spent the next half hour pleasuring her and exploring her body. His hands squeezed her breasts, feeling how they barely fit in his hand. He tasted her nipples, letting his tongue roll along them.
He was paid in hearing her moan in pleasure. His fingers found their way down to her damp underwear, and he slipped two digits inside. He worked his hands in time with his mouth. She shifted under him, unable to keep still. Soon, she came. His name left her lips and his eyes met her own.
She went to reach for his pants, but he stopped her.
"It's getting late, we have to finish the potions in the morning, remember?" he said, gathering her clothes from the floor. It pained him to turn away the sexual relief, but he had bothered her enough with his personal worries. Her eyes widened, before she gave him a nod.
He helped her get dressed, and as she took her tie from him, she looked up into his eyes.
"I won't tell anyone, I promise. Let's still do this, okay?" her eyes dropped to the floor, "Unless, if you don't want-"
"I'll need it. I have a busy plate this year." Draco said, stopping her. He felt eternally grateful for her, but they both knew they were treading in dangerous waters.