POV: Hermione
Hermione couldn't pinpoint the exact day that his steely glowers had turned to eye-fucking. But it had - the past few weeks she had felt the constant weight of his gaze on her whenever he was in the vicinity. She didn't know if she liked it, but she didn't hate it either. She was just… uncomfortable. Yes... No... that wasn't it either. But she couldn't ignore it, whatever they seemed to have between them. No one had ever had the audacity to make her feel like she was something between a girl and a meal. Damn his grey eyes. She hated him, he was a prat; one she could totally do without.
Her eyes slid over the Slytherin table and caught his silvery gaze. And like so many times over the past couple of weeks, she couldn't pull her eyes away. She took in his platinum blond hair hanging down over his forehead, almost covering his eyes and wondered what it would feel like to reach out and push away the fringe from his forehead and run her fingers across his forehead down to his jaw and then...STOP IT! Hermione scolded herself.
His eyes met hers and his lips lifted slightly at one side into a familiar smirk as if he could read her thoughts. She turned away, her cheeks heating into a faint blush. This was getting to be too much now, she wondered how no one could feel the electric field that seemed to sizzle alive between them. She needed to end this weird staring competition between them. Soon.
Hermione grabbed her book bag and walked to the library hurridly. She wanted to get far away from those hungry grey eyes that she was falling prey to. If she was being honest with herself she was nervous and anxious. She was restless, had been for the past few days. Everyone seemed to have someone to go to, someone to hold on to and touch and feel and make them feel loved.
She began questioning herself again - why did she break up with Ron again? At least some of her needs would be taken care of. Ha, she snorted internally. Ron was the most awkward person in bed, he was not confident to take control, read her body and know what she wanted, though she did try telling him some things. Some things about what she wanted. But some, she was afraid of even letting herself think it in case someone looked inside her brain and discovered her dark and dirty thoughts. She might as well get her own itch scratched, metaphorically speaking.
She closed the book that she had been staring at for the last couple of hours, barely remembering what she even read on the pages. She was annoyed, she couldn't concentrate after dealing with all the couples lovey-dovy-ness around her all the time. Hermione had to firmly remind herself that she was a modern and strong woman, she didn't need a man for something that she could bloody hell take care of by herself.
But she found it impossible to concentrate, she felt out of focus. She didn't want to think about her chaotic life, her lack of sexcapades, frozen grey eyes melting under thick dark lashes… STOP IT. Pressing her thighs together, Hermione shouted at herself to get it together. Don't think about how she wanted to pull his lips on hers... wondered what it would feel like to be kissed by him… if he would let her… OMG.. OK - she gave up.
She looked around the stacks cautiously and was glad that she was tucked in the back corner near the Restricted section. No one would walk in here - she knew without a doubt that no one would be around the library this late, that too this close to the holidays. And this had always been one of her fantasies, and she could try it out. She opened her book once again to a random page, just in case someone were to walk in you know.
She pretended to read her book and let her left hand fall down to her lap. She slowly let her fingers ride up her skirt, leaving her thigh exposed. She paused, listening for any disturbances. Her fingers continued to slide under her skirt and almost hesitantly touched herself over the thin fabric and almost jumped out of her skin. She had never done anything like this so out in the open and it was weirdly exhilarating. She held her breath for a second and hearing only silence greet her she felt brave enough to continue. After a few more seconds of panicked deliberation, her fingers rubbed herself up and down and moved in circles, still over her panties. Fuck.
She bit down on her lower lip, imagining what it would feel like if his lean fingers were the ones teasing her now, without the restrictions of any fabric… she could feel herself heating and wetness starting to dampen the fabric. She was moaned quietly to herself as her fingertip pressed against her centre. She let her fingers slide under the hem of her underwear and froze, thinking she heard something. She waited, holding her breath.
She must have been imagining it, she sighed with relief and continued. Her fingers continued her exploration, running her index finger up and around the outer lips of her sex. Fuck it, she was just going to take it to the next level. Desperate times called for desperate measures. She lifted her hips slightly hooking her fingers around her panties and rolled them off her legs and off. She balled it in her hands and then stuffed it into her bag quickly.
Bravely and without hesitation she found her centre and gently started to finger herself again. Braver still, she let her fingertip tail down her wet entrance and then slid it inside herself, teasing herself. She moaned softly, pushing deeper inside. She could feel the slickness spreading on her finger. She let herself marvel at how it would feel like to have his fingers inside of her, curling inside and trying to tease herself the way she imagined him to do for her. She imagined him whispering dirty nothings to her… as she rode his fingers.
She decided one more finger would be good and… she thought she heard some faint shuffling and paused. She opened her eyes to a still quiet library and so continued to slide one more finger inside herself, slowly thrusting them in and out, her juices coating her fingers and then spilling onto her thighs. She pushed her legs onto her toes and opened her thighs and gently thrust her hips to her teasing fingers. Soft frustrated gasps left her lips as her hips followed the motions of needing a release.
She thought of his lips on nipping her neck, kissing his way down to her shoulder and biting down… how his fingers would curve over her breast and palm them, squeezing them, pinching her nipples while one hand was still claiming her core and thrusting inside her… driving her mad with a need to come… She marvelled at how he would lean down grab her hip and whisper what he wanted to do after she came on his fingers, tasting her…
"Ohhhhhhh… fuck fuck fuck .. mmmmmm... " Hermione whimpered, feeling her walls clamp around her fingers and then release in shuddering waves as she finished. She lay still, hips stretched out for a few heated breaths, coming down from her high. "Damn you, Draco Malfoy!" she cursed under her breath.
POV: Draco
Draco hated people now more than ever. He didn't know where he belonged anymore, not like he cared really. His house hated him, for betraying the wrong side of the war and everyone else hated him for being on the wrong side of the war in the first place. It's like he couldn't get anything right. And being around everyone was exhausting, almost like he was still in the war, he was constantly on guard. He had to look out for people hexing him and he had to scope out good places to hide. The good thing was the holiday season, he could probably hide out in the library and at least get some reading done. Though he would bet anything that he would most likely find a certain bushy brown haired girl lounging around among the stacks like the swot she was.
He approached the library with a growing smile on his face - at least he could rile her up here. He thought about the increasingly heated glances that they had exchanged recently and his smile grew wider. He had no idea how it had started at all. It was curiosity at first, he had to admit. But seeing the way Hermione would blush and pretend that she hadn't noticed made it more fun. He always did enjoy annoying her. She seemed to be the only one able to retaliate his snarkiness with good enough comebacks. And he was currently looking forward to something similar as he strutted to the library when he thought that he heard some faint noises.
On instinct, he cast the disillusionment charm he so often used these days and held his breath. He entered the library and walked towards where he heard the noises coming from. It was faint and he had to strain his ears to hear it, but it was unmistakable - it was whimpering. Well, some lucky bastard was at least getting lucky, Draco thought to himself. Well, at least he could pretend to disturb them, that way the twats would learn how to cast a simple Muffliato. Idiots, really. He turned the far corner of the bookshelves near the restricted section and immediately stepped back.
What the fuck? Draco's jaw fell open and he had to cover his mouth to prevent an audible outburst. He was in shock and he couldn't really believe this. Hermione Granger, getting it off in the library. I mean, of course, it was no surprise that she would want to get off in the library, but seriously, he thought she wouldn't have had the balls to do it. Instantly he backtracked his initial plan of making himself heard. He walked closer and hid behind another bookshelf. He could see Hermione's hand under the table and her head down against the open book in front of her. He slid down to take a front-row seat at this open show landing with a soft thud. She paused and looked up with heavy-lidded eyes. He was sure that only a lucky few had ever had the opportunity to ever see this. With him now seated, he could view both her expressions and see under the table.
She lifted her hips slightly and rolled off her panties, exposing her sweet centre. He sucked in a breath as he felt his own dick stirring in response to the exquisite sight in front of him. Her fingers disappeared into her pussy and he had to bite down the moan that almost ripped out of his lungs. He watched, mesmerised by the way her fingers moved in and out and in circles. He wanted nothing more than to crawl under that table, hitch up that skirt push her legs open and have his tongue on her core, licking and tasting all the heat and liquid that he had seen in her eyes.
His own hands wandered to his member and he fisted it over his trousers. He didn't dare take out dick, he needed to be quiet, but also he didn't want to lose control. Maybe she wasn't the frigid Gryffindor princess everyone always talked about. Maybe she was wild and she hadn't found the right man yet. He wondered if he could be that man if she would respond to his depraved needs with an abandon that he didn't know he ached for. Would she be a screamer, he wondered.
In the next instant, he had his answer with her moaning out "Ohhhhhhh… fuck fuck fuck .. mmmmmm…"
He heard her curse heatedly, "Damn you, Draco Malfoy!". His eyes opened in shock, did she know? He hurriedly rechecked his spell and looked up at her, but she had her head thrown back, staring at the library ceiling. The realisation hit him - Hermione Granger wanked off to Draco Malfoy. Well, apparently hell did freeze over and that day was today. Maybe he could definitely use this, he did have some fun after all. With that thought in mind, he slowly snuck out of the library and made his way to the seventh floor.