In the midst of the sleepiest afternoon Hermione had ever experienced, she found herself slumped over in the very back of the History of Magic classroom with her head being entirely supported by her right hand. The sunlight that was coming in through the window was warm and making her sleepy. It wasn't often that Hermione didn't pay attention in class, even in this one. But today she felt such a strong fog in her head. It was making her inattentive and flighty. It was probably due to all the humid weather they had been having recently. Springtime came with a rainy vengeance and she was becoming all too excited to graduate. After 8 years, she figured they had all paid their dues, and then some.
Thwack!
Hermione flinched suddenly and let her hand fall to the table as a small, light object hit her on the side of her head. She picked out a tiny ball of crumpled parchment that landed in her curls and looked over to the tall, blonde boy sitting next to her at their double desk. She smiled lightly before rolling her eyes.
Hermione and Draco had become very close friends over the last nine months. In Hermione's opinion, it was almost entirely due to the two of them becoming head boy and girl. To her surprise and the surprise of many other Gryffindors, she learned that Draco was quite the gentleman when he wasn't being weighed down by his parents. She had discovered over the course of their 8th year that they shared many common interests. They were both scholarly people, Draco being second to her in their year. They both had a strong appreciation for Ancient Runes, a subject that they frequently talked about at length. And of course, Hermione would never forget the time when she walked into their Common Room and saw him sprawled out on their couch reading To Kill A Mockingbird, one of her favorite muggle books. Draco later apologized for borrowing it without her permission but told her with a smirk that he had never seen her so excited.
The war had ended nearly a year ago now and Draco, though he still bore the Dark Mark, didn't carry any of those feelings with him into the new world. Hermione was initially nervous to be working so closely with him as heads, but she quickly discovered that he acted very cordial and cooperative towards her. Once in the early hours of the morning, they had cast aside their Potions homework in favor of continuing an intense conversation, one that Hermione was extremely interested in. He explained to her in earnest that he felt immense pressure from his family and everyone that his family associated with. He told her that in his early years at Hogwarts, he genuinely believed the philosophies he was brought up with, but that it started fading as he got older. By the last few years, he was pretending, even if he didn't realize it himself.
Draco smirked broadly at her and took back the ball of parchment, his fingers brushing hers softly.
"I'm so bored." He said quietly. "And it's way too hot in this classroom." He sighed and rested his head on his palm.
"I know, I'm hot too. And I'm bored as well but you don't need to resort to throwing things at me." Hermione retorted with a smile. She heard Draco's low pitched chuckle and she turned her head back to face the front of the classroom.
"Fine, fine. I don't see how you could possibly be warm in that skirt though." Draco muttered.
Hermione rolled her eyes and shushed him.
"Sorry, I'll leave you be." Said Draco just before another ball of parchment hit her on her forehead and landed on the ground beside her.
Hermione turned her head quickly in his direction and her hand came up to swat him across his shoulder.
"Draco, stop it. I'm serious!" She spoke through laughter but tried her best to convey her annoyance.
He grinned at her, raised his hand and tucked back a lock of hair that had come loose from behind her ear. Hermione had to force herself not to shiver.
"Shhh. Be quiet, Hermione. I'm trying to pay attention. Geez." Draco ran his finger lightly down her jaw as she scoffed at him and tried to hide the goosebumps that raised up on her neck.
Hermione wondered if she was imagining it. Over the past few months, she began noticing how Draco would find any excuse to touch her. When they walked through a door, he held it for her and gently placed his hand on the small of her back as she went through. She could remember that same event happening a number of times. He often found ways to tuck back her hair or place a hand on her shoulder. Even more frequent however, were the times when he brushed her fingers with his own whenever she handed him something. This happened most often in Potions whenever they worked together on a project. Innocent as these touches were, they were definitely making Hermione question the nature of their relationship.
Hermione didn't mind it one bit. If she was being honest with herself, she found his flirting exciting. And she wasn't about to deny that he was attractive. She could tell he was also well aware of his good genes based on all the times he purposely walked out of the bathroom into their Common Room in just a towel, skin dripping and hair messy, making her blush so hard she wondered if her face would ever return to normal. He always gave her a broad smirk before shutting his bedroom door behind him. She found herself sneaking short glances at him in class or whenever they studied together in their Common Room. More than once she'd been caught staring at him by Harry or Ron, and although they had come to gladly accept Draco and Hermione's friendship together, it always gave way to a multitude of confused glances. She was extra careful not to get caught by Draco himself, lest she endure any of his ruthless teasing that always followed the act.
He had just turned 19. His hair had grown longer and more unruly which gave him a look that was less stern and more carefree. He appeared much more confident and happier in general. When she saw him last year at Malfoy Manor, he had looked so weak and unkempt, probably only out of fear or self-neglect. But he now appeared healthy and strong, which complimented his tall stature. Hermione always held her breath when he accidentally brushed up against her or touched her in some small way. She silently cursed her cheeks for becoming far too red when he held her gaze a second too long.
Hermione felt a tap on her shoulder opposite Draco. She turned. But there was nobody behind her. Then she heard a quiet laugh from her side.
"You are so gullible." Said Draco through a smirk. Hermione covered her face in her hands and sat up straight in her chair. She leaned over so that her voice couldn't be heard by other students.
"Why are you annoying me so much right now? We could at least be attempting to pay attention."
"I don't know, Granger. Maybe I enjoy annoying you. It's just so easy." He winked at her from behind his hair.
Hermione sat back in her chair and huffed, making stray hairs flair out around her face.
"It's just a bonus that you're so cute when you get worked up." Draco whispered in her ear and leaned back in his chair. Hermione let out a short, hollow laugh and blushed a deep shade of red, which unfortunately for her only added to the heat in the room.
She felt a warmth on her back and realized his arm was now resting on the back of her chair. She raised her eyebrows as she gave him a look and he smirked back at her and grabbed her hand, bringing it up to his face and looking at it intently.
"Do you have a problem with my hand?" Hermione said sarcastically.
"No, you have ink spots all over your fingers." Draco took his wand and passed it over her palm, the spots vanished instantly.
"Thank you." She took back her hand and crossed her arms. Her face was still heated slightly and she preoccupied herself with her quill to serve as a distraction.
"Hey, Granger. Look at me." Hermione sheepishly looked up at him with raised eyebrows. He stared at her for a long moment before smirking and looking back to the front of the classroom.
"Wait, what was that about?" She looked at him curiously.
"Nothing. I just like it when you blush. That's all."
"Oh." She felt her face flush even more at his words and instinctively looked down to her hands.
Hermione hadn't really considered dating anyone else after her and Ron didn't work out last year. Of course, she hadn't anticipated this ill-defined relationship with Draco, but she often wondered if that's what Draco was aiming for. They got along very well. Draco was extremely caring and considerate towards her. And Hermione would catch herself looking forward to seeing him, especially after a hard day. Ginny was always ready and eager to hear the latest news about him. Hermione would roll her eyes and sigh before telling her all the things he said and did that made her heart race and her face heat. And Hermione knew he was only doing it to get her flustered and embarrassed. He always seemed to get amusement out of achieving that. But she and Ginny suspected that he had other, more permanent intentions with his advances.
"Hey, Granger." Hermione was ripped from her reverie by the sound of his whispered voice. She inhaled sharply but silently as she felt his lips graze the shell of her ear.
"...What?" She tried to steady her voice but it came out timid and small. She closed her eyes and tried not to focus on the feeling of his breath on her neck.
"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to have a little fun right now, seeing as this would otherwise be a waste of our time." Hermione's eyes opened and she glanced at him slowly, wondering what he could possibly mean. He split his face into a small smirk and tucked back more of her hair behind her ear.
"Draco, knock it off or we're both gonna get in trouble." Hermione spoke carefully and gave a nervous chuckle.
"Relax, Granger. Nobody can see us back here. And if Binns can't hear Potter and Weasley goofing off up in the front row, there's no way he's going to hear me."
Hermione looked down to her hands and nervously fidgeted.
"You mentioned before that you were bored, right?" She gave a short nod. "Well, I'm bored too."
Draco moved his chair a few inches closer to her and suddenly she could smell his cologne, like rain and vetiver grass. She inhaled slightly through her nose and sighed. Suddenly he placed a large hand on the end of her knee.
"I know how I could entertain both of us… If you'll let me."
Hermione's breath was shaky and her heart rate was becoming dangerously high. She stared straight ahead and was all too aware of his warm hand that was currently drawing circles on her inner knee. There was a hot burning sensation in the pit of her stomach. She never wanted him to pull away.
"Would you like to find out, Hermione?" He squeezed her thigh firmly and brought his hand up to tilt her face towards his. She shuddered, staring into his blue-grey eyes, seemingly frozen in place.
"What's wrong, my little bookworm? You look awfully flustered right now." Draco's voice was low and soothing. He spoke feigning concern but Hermione knew he was enjoying this immensely.
"You didn't answer my question. Would you like me to entertain you?" Hermione exhaled with a great deal of effort and nodded slowly, pinching her eyes shut.
"That's the answer I was hoping for." Draco softly chuckled and returned his hand to her thigh. He placed it higher up than before and Hermione's breath hitched. Her chest was heaving and she could see Draco's eyes stray to it every few seconds.
"Now, if you hadn't worn this particular skirt, I probably wouldn't have been so tempted to do this." Draco brought his hand up higher still. "But Sweetheart, you seem to have left me no choice."
Hermione could feel his hand slowly inching closer and closer to that spot between her thighs. Before she knew what she was doing, she parted them slightly and sat further back in her chair. Draco laughed softly in her ear.
"This is your shortest skirt, correct?"
Hermione swallowed. "...How would you know?"
"Let's just say I'm quite observant." His fingers reached the edge of her panties and she could feel him playing with the hem. She squeezed her eyes shut, terrified that he was now close enough to feel proof of her arousal.
"Are you as excited as I am, Hermione?" She couldn't bring herself to answer. She merely pressed her lips together and held her breath.
"Answer me, Granger. Or I'll just have to see for myself." She gasped at his words and turned her head to look into his eyes. His usual smirk was now gone and she saw in his face nothing less than complete seriousness. She spoke tentatively.
"...I-I think so."
"I think so too, but I don't think your face could get any redder than it is right now." Draco smiled and applied a bit more pressure with his fingers. He laughed softly when Hermione bit her bottom lip. "You are so adorable."
"Do you like my fingers right here, Sweetheart?" Hermione nodded with little hesitation. "Mmm. What if they were here instead?" He slowly pulled up the elastic edge of her panties and placed a playful finger right beside her wet heat. Her whole body seemed unable to remain still. Her nervous shaking and breathing was getting to be too much.
"Is that enough for you, Granger? Is this where you want my fingers?" She looked over at him and shook her head, hating and loving the way he was taunting her.
"No? This isn't where you want them? Hmm. You're just gonna have to help me out then. I don't know what you want unless you tell me." He laughed again and Hermione inwardly groaned. She absentmindedly pushed her hips further into his hand.
"No no no. You need to speak to me, Granger. Now, I'll ask you again. What do you want me to do?"
Hermione looked over into his eyes, took a shallow breath and swallowed with great difficulty.
"Please touch me, Draco. P-please."
Draco chuckled and smirked at her darkly.
"Good girl." His fingers parted her lips and he grinned proudly at the feeling of how wet she was. He looked into her utterly embarrassed eyes and spoke.
"Oh, Hermione. There's no need to be so shy. If you only knew how much I was enjoying myself right now." She was doing everything in her power to keep herself from writhing too much.
"And the way you shift and squirm is so cute." Hermione spread her legs wider and clutched his forearm.
"Tell me, Granger. How often do you think about this, huh? How often do you play with this pretty little pussy, thinking about me doing this to you." She sharply looked away from him and held his arm tighter.
"I see…" Draco chuckled. "Well I'm honored to be the one who occupies so much of your mind. After all, you occupy much of mine as well."
Hermione gasped and lightly jerked her hips into his fingers.
"Are you almost there, Love?" Hermione nodded and looked around the room, panicked that someone might see them.
"Don't worry, Sweetheart. They won't notice as long as you're quiet enough." She did her best to glare at him and he smirked in return.
"You're going to come for me, Okay? But you will not come until I say you can. Understand?" Hermione's heart fluttered in her chest and she nodded.
"Three…"
Draco suddenly took two fingers and drove them deep into her heat. She squeezed her hand into a fist and bit down hard on it to keep from moaning.
"Two…"
Draco laughed and she could then feel his teeth gently graze her ear and neck. She couldn't hold on much longer.
"One…-"
"Hermione!"
She jerked her head upright and looked all around, breathing hard. Most of the students had filed out of the class and the few remaining were packing up their things.
"Hermione, are you feeling okay? You look really flushed." She looked to her side and there was Draco, his hand resting on her shoulder, a concerned look on his face. She did her best to catch her breath and fanned herself with her hand.
"Oh, Draco. Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm totally fine. It's fine."
"Are you sure? I can walk you down to the hospital wing if you'd like. It's really not like you to daydream in class. Even this one." He smirked.
"Oh, no no. That's very sweet of you but I'll be okay, really." She straightened her sweater and her skirt and smoothed back her hair.
"Alright, but only if you're sure." Draco started gathering his things. "Well, now that class is over I'm gonna head down to the pitch to get ready."
"Get ready for what?" She asked.
"Wow, you were really out of it." He laughed. "The match against Ravenclaw is tonight. Don't you remember? I told you this morning."
"Oh, yes. Of course. I'm sorry. I don't think I slept very well last night." She rubbed the bridge of her nose and sighed.
"Don't let our exams get you down, Bookworm." He winked. "You're going to do great. You always do."
Hermione smiled weakly. "Thanks, Draco."
"Don't mention it." He lifted his bag onto his shoulder. "So I guess I'll see you after the match at dinner."
Hermione stood up and walked with him to the door. "Yeah I'll probably get there before you so I'll save you a seat."
"Just don't let Blaise eat all the treacle tart before I even sit down. Last week I didn't even get one."
Hermione laughed. "If it comes down to it, I'll hex him. Would you like that?"
"Actually, yes." He pushed open the door for her and laid a hand on her back as she walked through. Hermione shivered and glanced up at him.
"Are you sure you're alright?" He looked down at her and shut the door behind him.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just very hot today." Draco nodded in agreement. "Hey, good luck in the match." She smiled and Draco winked at her.
"Never thought you'd be cheering for Slytherin did you, Hermione?" She blushed and looked down to the ground.
"Well, I never expected to be friends with a Slytherin." She shrugged.
"Hey, look at me." He gently hooked a finger under her chin and raised her head so she was looking into his eyes.
"What is it now?" She laughed.
"Just wanted to see your blush again." He smiled and ran the back of his finger down her heated cheek. She swatted his hand down and inhaled shakily.
"See you later, Granger." He gave her one last smirk before turning on his heel and heading down the corridor.
"Make sure you cheer for me!" He called after her. "I want to hear you scream my name!"
"You're disgusting!" She shouted through laughter.
Hermione saw him smile just before turning around and heading down the spiral staircase. She collapsed against the classroom door and let go of a breath she hadn't realized she was holding back.