AN: Hello! Welcome to my story! I appreciate you for taking the time to read this and will always be accepting of critique's that will help improve my writing :) With that said please note the following - this is 100% Draco/Hermione so if you don't like the pairing then I don't recommend this story. There will be no bashing of characters, it's just not my style. This is a re-imagining of their 6th year and as of now my intention is to finish this story when their 6th year ends. I will try to remain within character but there may be some OOC moments because, well, I'm not JKR. This will get lemon-y so, if it is not your cup of tea, then I would not read this. I will attempt to make warnings at the beginning of chapters but this is my overarching warning - There will be cussing and there will be sex. With that said, enjoy!

Chapter 1

It was very late Friday night or very early Saturday morning as Hermione made a sharp turn down a long corridor. It was the first weekend back in Hogwarts and Hermione had been given the mundane task of patrolling the corridors for any students breaking curfew.

Who isn't breaking curfew. She huffed, pacing down what appeared to be an endless corridor.

It was the beginning of her sixth year and she was already feeling overwhelmed. True to nature, Hermione had a full class schedule, even her free periods were already beginning to feel like they would never actually be "free." On top of that, she had her prefect duties, not to mention the full-time job of keeping Harry and Ron from dying, or worse, expelled. Yes, Hermione was very, very busy this year.

Despite this, Hermione had come in to her sixth year determined to succeed in all aspects of school, including the "having fun and relaxing" part. She knew the war would come. Despite what every optimistic person in the Order says, she knew deep within her self, that the war would come. And soon. This could very well be their final year at Hogwarts. Or alive. And she was determined to make it count.

Although she would never admit it out loud, she was kind of tired of being seen as the uptight, prude, goody two shoes. With all the rules she has broken her last five years at Hogwarts, she somehow still couldn't shake the reputation. Most times she didn't really mind it. The reputation came in handy whenever she was caught in said rule-breaking because well, "Hermione could never!" But with it came the expectation of perfection, and that was starting to become a heavy burden on her shoulders. After spending most of her summer at Grimauld Place, she was starting to notice that most of the adults sort of expected her to keep the other two in line. Harry and Ron could and would mess up with little to no admonishing, but Hermione was expected to know better. Always. It was starting to become just a little bit annoying.

Hermione had made it about halfway down the corridor when she stopped abruptly. She took a deep breath in and then exhaled slowly. There's no use in getting upset about this now. She thought to herself as she continued on her way down the empty corridor. I'm supposed to be having fun and relaxing this year. She said trying to calm herself.

Unfortunately, the "having fun and relaxing" part was really hard to do when she had been forcibly volunteered to patrol on the first Friday night back to school. All her fellow prefects simply assumed she wouldn't have plans on Friday, because well she's Hermione. They had essentially ganged up on her, and they were lead by the most infuriating platinum-blonde ferret in existence. Hermione huffed out in anger remembering the events that transpired at the first prefect meeting of the year. He somehow had convinced the rest of the prefects that little "Ms. Know-it-All" couldn't possibly have any plans this weekend, other than doing homework of course, so why should the rest of them suffer. Despite him being a downright prat most of the times, he apparently could turn up the charm when it suited him because she was all but threatened into accepting the Friday night patrol shift.

How dare he! Hermione fumed, as she began approaching the end of the corridor. She was so distracted by her annoyance that she was already rounding the corner when she finally heard a noise that stopped her in her tracks. Her heart pounding, she stuck herself as close to the wall as possible and drew her wand in self-defense. Years of experience had her on-edge. She was trying to pinpoint the mind was racing. She took deep, calming breaths. Once her heart beat was quieted, she strained her ears and closed her eyes. What is that and where is it coming from? It sounded like a wet, sort-of slapping sound, and it seemed to be coming from around the corner, some feet away.

Hermione was perplexed, the sound seemed odd and misplaced. It continued. A rhythmic, wet, slapping sound. Hermione decided she would slowly look around the corner to investigate. She was still unsure of what it could be. It could be students out pass curfew. Hermione was aware of some "Welcome back" parties going on. She was near the dungeons, so it could be Slytherins out and about. Or it could be something more ominous. Her prior years at Hogwarts had taught her that you can never be too careful, especially alone in the dark.

The slapping sound increased in frequency.

Hermione inched her way towards the corner and froze.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She heard a female voice shout followed by a moan. Hermione's brain was quickly trying to figure out who the voice belonged to, when another voice chimed in, unintentionally solving the mystery for her.

"For fuck's sake Pansy, shut up!" He groaned, "You're too fucking loud."

Now that voice she knew. His voice was a like a bucket of ice cold water. Her frustration and anger from minutes prior came back to her with a vengeance and she made to round the corner. Hermione meant to catch them in the act of whatever it was they were sneaking around to do and hopefully give them some type of scare and satisfying punishment but her movements were stopped in their tracks when she heard Pansy respond.

"Well…you…you…fucking already…knew this…but…uhh…" Pansy was trying to speak but it came out like pants. The slapping wet sound got louder. Faster. Wetter. "Fuuuck!"

"For shits sake Pansy." The slapping sound stopped. Hermione didn't move. She couldn't move. Her breath started coming out as shallow pants.

They can't be! They certainly can't be doing…Hermione's mind was racing a mile a minute. It was connecting dots that she did not want to connect. Especially not when it had to do with those two. Hermione was horrified. She still couldn't move.

The silence was deafening. Hermione was trying to control her breathing. They must have left by now. She thought hopefully. Hermione tried to take a deep breath.

"Draco, you didn't finish." She heard Pansy say. Hermione assumed it was meant to sound seductive, but it came out almost like a whine from a petulant child.

"No." He said dully.

Hermione heard some quiet shuffling.

"You don't have too." He said so softly, that Hermione couldn't believe that voice had come from him.

Hermione started to inch her way towards the corner, she just needed to look really quick to make sure that it really was him because there's just no possible way he could ever sound so soft and caring, and dare she say, sweet. No way.

"I want too." Pansy said determined.

Hermione slowly popped her head around the corner and nearly yelped at what she saw.

Draco Malfoy was leaning against the wall, head lulled back, both hands tangled in Pansy's hair while Pansy was on her knees in front of him, head bobbing up and down his…

Hermione wanted to turn around and run away. This is disgusting. She thought.

But her legs would not work. Like a car crash, she couldn't look away.

She was enthralled by the image in front of her.

With his eyes closed, mouth slack, and little moans of pleasure escaping every so often, it was almost possible to forget how much of a spoiled prick he could be. And Pansy looked as much into it as he did. Hermione had always thought that doing that would be gross, but the way Pansy did it, the way she licked and sucked, the way her hands wrapped around him…

Hermione started getting flustered. Her ragged breathing had returned. She could feel the heat in her cheeks. More surprisingly, she began to feel heat pool in her stomach. She could feel a pressure between her legs that was begging for any type of friction. Her body moved before her brain could catch up. She squeezed her thighs together and Oh my! She closed her eyes. That felt good.

She was so caught up in the sensation that when she opened her eyes again, she was shocked to see a pair of grey eyes staring at her.

Hermione should say something. Or walk away. Or anything other than stare back. But she couldn't look away. It was like she had left her body and was staring at this insanity from the outside.

Because it was insane. Here she was, rubbing and clenching her thighs, staring directly into the eyes of the person who has tormented and bullied her all these years, as he was receiving a very enthusiastic blowjob from another girl.

The craziest part was, he couldn't look away either. He held Hermione's gaze as he was beginning to approach the edge. His fingers grasped at Pansy's hair more firmly and he began thrusting into her mouth. Pansy let him take control. He was close. And as he fucked Pansy's mouth he continued to stare at Hermione. She was across from him, hidden in the shadows, staring from around the corner.

She seemed flustered, her cheeks pink, and her legs seemed to be crossed and pulsing.

Is she…is she turned on by watching me. Us. He thought to himself. He could feel his muscles begin to contract and retract. Hermione was watching and Fuck! He couldn't help the involuntary shudder that came over him knowing she was watching.

Hermione was clenching her thighs so tightly she was starting to get a cramp but this deep seeded need inside of her was far from being quenched. She felt like she needed more but she didn't know of what.

"I'm going to…" He tried to warn Pansy and she squeezed his thighs with her hand as if to say it's okay, go for it.

He gave one last look at Hermione before he erupted into Pansy's mouth. He closed his eyes as he rode out his orgasm. By the time he opened his eyes, Hermione was gone.

AN: Yes, we are starting with the smut and the cussing from the get-go :P Feel free to review on anything you deem important but I would appreciate some guidance on what side-characters would be good to flesh out in this story (aside from Ron). Thanks!