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Written for Strictly Dramione's FanArt Friday segment.

Beta'd by LaBelladoneX

Rated: T

Draco wants Hermione, but can he make her his?

Making You Mine

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February 1999 — Hogwarts School

Hermione Granger was walking towards the library thinking about whether she had made the correct decision in coming back to school to finish out her missed seventh year. Harry and Ron were not with her, deciding instead to go straight into Auror training.

She had been made Head Girl and in a surprising turn of events, one blond-haired, ferrety prat had been made Head Boy. They shared a dorm room and nearly every lesson together.

Draco 'sodding' Malfoy had told her in no uncertain terms that this was the year they could forget the past and move forward… together. He'd made it clear he wanted her and had done since sixth year.

Hermione herself had harboured secret feelings for the smirking, pureblood prince of Slytherin ever since she and Harry had spoken up for him at his trial following the end of the second wizarding war. She was scared though. Scared that those feelings were developing into something more and that Draco was just playing one of his usual games with her.

He accosted her every chance he got. Just last night they had been having a heated debate on the sofa in their common room when he had leaned forward over her. Hermione had scooted back into the sofa as he brought his lips to her ear.

"I do love it when I get you all riled up, Granger," he whispered huskily into her ear, watching her blush. Hermione's heart rate had skyrocketed at having him so close to her once again, but she wasn't going to give in to him, afraid he would break her heart.

She had untangled herself from him and escaped to her room—after a very cold shower. Hermione didn't know how much longer she could resist the arrogant prat. Her defences were weakening every day.

She just hoped that she would be able to make it to the library without incident today. If there was one thing Draco liked to do, it was hiding inside alcoves along the corridor and waiting until she was level before grabbing her and pushing her against the wall while he buried his head into the side of her neck and inhaling her vanilla scent; it drove him wild and left Hermione a bag of nerves.

As she passed the tapestry of Merlin depicted in battle, she felt a hand reach out and grab a hold of her wrist. Hermione squealed as she was pulled behind the tapestry into another small alcove.

Heart beating hard and her breathing erratic, she slapped Draco in the chest.

"You almost gave me a heart attack, ferret. You've got to stop pulling me into secret little alcoves, or one of these days I will accidentally hex your balls off," she declared hotly.

"Oh, Granger. We both know there's only going to be one thing you'll be doing to my balls." He smirked playfully at her while pressing himself closer against her. She could feel his hard length pressing against her thigh. The feeling made wetness pool in her underwear, and she knew she wouldn't be able to resist him this time; feelings be damned, she wanted this man and wanted him badly.

He moved his hands to place them either side of her head against the wall. Draco moved his head until their lips were almost touching, their breaths intermingling. His scent was doing wanton things to her. With her hands shaking, she moved them to place on his shoulders as he whispered, "So Granger, is today the day you're finally going to give in and let me make you mine?"

Hermione gulped before looking him straight in his stormy grey eyes and whispered back, "Draco, if you think you can handle me, then take me back to our common room right now." He pressed his lips against hers first, just to get a taste of what was to come before grabbing her hand and running with her back to their dorms—library be damned!

Fin