My Witch,

The seasons are changing,

Autumn leaves yield to thunder.

Soon there will be snow in the courtyard,

So meet me at our table in the library at 4:00 so I can play with that pretty little cunt until you come.

-D.M.

P.S. I'm not a poet.

Hermione covered her mouth with her hand to muffle her laughter. Parvati leaned over, and she turned the letter so she could read it.

"Oh, dear god," Parvati exclaimed, rolling her eyes and Hermione laughed out loud.

"What you go there, Hermione?" Ron asked peeking from across the table, mouth full of waffles.

"Nothing!" both girls said.

" Incendio !" Parvati casted as Harry went to reach for the letter, turning it to ash.

Hermione scoffed, jabbing her with her elbow to which Parvati returned a wide-eyed glare.

"Alright fine, good call," Hermione mumbled under her breath.

"What are you two doing later today?" Ron asked, forgetting the letter quickly.

"Looks like Granger and I will be in our room, studying," Parvati said.

Hermione hardly ever asked Parvati to cover for her, but she was always so quick to offer. Even though they had hardly spoken of it in detail, she understood how important it was to Hermione, and how unfair it was that it had to be kept a secret.

On her way to class, the air excited her. Harry and Ron were on either side of her, and a glance from Harry revealed he noticed it too. There was nothing he could say though to confront her without basing allegations on smells.

"Oh!" Hermione said, hitting her forehead with her palm. "I have to drop off the Prefect schedule- I completely forgot! I'll see you in class!"

"We ought to get you a remembrall, Hermione. You've had to dash for things nearly every day," Ron joked.

"That'd be great- holidays are right around the corner," she replied, already walking the other way. "Don't wait up!"

She had gotten better at tracking him. He always liked to make it a game when he had time. Moving through the halls so she had to chase him. At night, she would be the one being chased.

A whimper escaped her in anticipation, they didn't get to meet up the evening before and she missed him. Turning a corner, she checked in an alcove to find him leaning against the wall.

She was in his arms the next moment. Draco's hands snuck under her skirt, gripping her bum, and forcing their cores firmer together.

"Hi, pretty girl."

"I thought we were meeting at four," asked Hermione when he started kissing down her neck.

"I could smell you across the castle, you wouldn't have made it," Draco explained. His fingers worked quickly to remove her tie and unbutton the top of her shirt. The scar from his bite was completely gone after the first month. Draco still liked to bite her gland, but he never broke skin. He once bit down hard enough to bruise. While Hermione enjoyed it, he nearly cried at the fact he injured her.

He flattened his tongue and licked the spot several times before he sucked and nipped with his teeth.

"Stay here, sweetheart. I don't have time to pull you back up properly," Draco said gently, but Hermione could feel the passenger's disappointment.

Since their first day in the library, he had a way of helping her drift from her mind. Granting her solace from the pressures that resided there. Over the weeks, they learned how to do it intentionally, and it was something Draco loved doing as much as she did.

"Are you going to mark me?" she asked. Surely, he would give her something.

Draco moved his hand under her skirt, pushing her panties to the side and sliding inside, already finding her wet. Hermione moaned, lifting on her toes and falling down to help impale herself on his fingers.

"Later. Right now, I want you to come," he responded.

Hermione groaned. "You're hard, I can feel it. Don't you want me?"

"I need more than five minutes for that, Hermione."

"No, you don't," she said cheekily, and he stilled his hand. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Maybe we should both just wait until later, then. Let me prove you wrong," Draco said, dragging his teeth down her throat.

"I can't wait," Hermione said shaking her head.

Draco started moving his hand again, and she started to undo the top of his shirt and tie.

"Fuck, you're going to kill me," Draco said as she licked and sucked over his gland.

"I want to please you," Hermione said, slipping away a little against his orders. His scent was so strong though and tasting him on her tongue had her passenger begging for more.

"There's no time. You're going to end up getting me hard and then I'm going to have to run back to my room for a wank," Draco joked, but Hermione was appalled.

"You wouldn't dare ."

"Sweetheart, I wanked to the thought of you twice already today," said Draco.

He sped up his fingers and he pushed her past the point of return. His mouth attached to her gland again, sucking and licking as he kept her teetering on the edge, fingering her just a little too slowly to finish.

"I want to bite you so fucking badly," he growled near her ear, and she shuttered.

Yes, yes, yes.

"Yes, do it Draco, please," Hermione begged. "Bite me, mark me- something. Make me yours."

He sped his fingers circling her clit and she came. When she was done, he set her down, still panting and she clung to him.

"You've never asked me to mark you before," he purred against her hair, pleased. "What's gotten into you?"

"It's not all me," Hermione said, slightly embarrassed. "I can't always control her."

"Control who?" Draco asked, pulling back.

"It's nothing, just… this presence I have in the back of my mind. It wasn't always there but it appeared right before school started. That's when I started changing, the glands and the…"

Draco hated when she referred to it as an 'episode', but they had no other word for it.

"Do you have a name for it- the presence I mean?" Draco asked.

"I think of it as a passenger, I suppose," it sounded ridiculous out loud, but Draco would never judge her.

"Does she like me?" Draco asked with a smirk, understanding immediately and the passenger preened.

"Annoyingly so," Hermione said.

"Hmm, she can stay then," Draco said, kissing her cheek. "You better go, Slughorn won't be pleased you're late."

Hermione kissed him firmly on the lips, even as he pushed her towards the entrance. "Be a good girl and go to class, and I'll reward you later."

She smiled fully, kissing him once more before scurrying away.

One of the sixth-year prefects came to fetch Hermione from class and deliver her to the Headmistress's office. Other than official business, Hermione had avoided having any sort of uncomfortable interaction with her. The prefect excused themselves the minute she arrived. Whatever McGonagall wanted to discuss, it needed to be in private.

McGonagall was sitting behind her desk and looked up with a smile when she saw Hermione.

"Ms. Granger, lovely you see you. Please have a seat," she said, gesturing at the chairs.

"Thank you, Professor. I am not quite sure why I am here," Hermione said as she sat.

"I just wanted to check in on you. It's been, what, two months since your episode?" McGonagall asked.

Hermione clenched her jaw. Draco was right, 'episode' was such a nasty word for it.

"Seven weeks, Professor," Hermione confirmed.

"And has Mr. Malfoy left you alone? He assured me he has, but you can tell me if he's trying to give you any more trouble."

He refused to rub his cum all over my body an hour ago, does that count as trouble?

"Perfectly fine, Professor. Is that all?" said Hermione.

She had spent days trying to convince the faculty that Draco wasn't at fault, and he was only trying to help her. It barely did anything other than make them think he hexed or poisoned her himself.

"Nearly, dear. We've got some complaints from the others. I am sure Mr. Potter told you, there were several male students who had severe reactions to you being unwell. They demanded to see you, almost reaching a manic state," said McGonagall.

"I did hear that, but I don't know why it happened. Maybe we all got drugged on Halloween?" Hermione offered as acknowledgement. If McGonagall was one of them, she would be able to smell the reason why.

"We are very well looking into that, thank you. But some of these young men, their insisting that whatever happened is still going on. That they can sense it and should be awarded an audience with you to remedy it."

"They're lying," Hermione snapped.

She no longer hid her scent, but it mingled with Draco's now most of the time. The only time she ever even felt the anxiety of another 'episode' coming was when they went too long without seeing each other. She hadn't even come close to the state she was that night. Even so, the other boys knew she was his, and she'd be damned if they tried to steal her away.

"Ms. Granger, I hope you know that my fondness for you goes far beyond that of a student. If there is anything you need, or if you're in some sort of trouble, please let me help you," said McGonagall.

"I am fine, Professor. Truly."

It was meant to be kind, but it angered her passenger. Why couldn't they accept there was no help they could give her? Was the week of her in torture with no relief not enough proof of that?

"We'll keep monitoring closely. If Mr. Malfoy, or anyone else for that matter, gives you any grief, they will be out of the castle in a snap," she swore.

Hermione nodded. "Thank you, Professor."

The Headmistress questioned her on a few more things. It appeared she had requested several prefects to keep an eye on her whereabouts. There were concerns about when she would disappear for hours of a time, while Harry and Ron were elsewhere in the castle. Hermione explained that since coming back this year, she'd spent most of her time with Parvati. It satisfied her enough to let her leave. Just in time; Hermione was one more insult to Draco Malfoy away from hexing the Hogwarts Headmistress.

Draco held his face in his hands, his elbows propped on the table. Every passing day felt like his future was slipping further out of reach. Slughorn stopped supplying him with extra modules, saying that he could attend class like other students if he wanted to learn. Luckily for him, he had Hermione's notes to go off. But for Arithmancy and Alchemy, he was having to struggle through on his own.

Hermione was brilliant at both, just like she was with everything else. If she found out how much he was struggling, she'd be cross with him that he didn't ask for help. Or if she knew his successful completion of their eight-year was a key factor in his plea with the Ministry. How could he? He was supposed to take care of her. He was the one that let her down over and over again. Being cruel to her, being too weak to defy the Dark Lord's order. Too weak to help her as she was being tortured in his family home. Too weak to break his imprisonment the first time the fire came to take her.

Well not technically fire, but the heat of one.

Heat.

"Hi," the voice, like a song, called out to him.

He smiled tightly, still frustrated. He always tried to wind down before seeing her so she wouldn't have anything more to worry about. Whether it be going for a fly or heading to his room to wank as he fantasized about her.

Usually a wank.

It caught him off guard. Usually, he could detect her coming. Waves of sun for anticipation and honey for arousal. Now, she seemed frustrated.

"You're upset," Hermione said. She'd never seen him upset before. He'd never let anyone see him other than the ghost in the girl's bathroom, but Potter remedied him of that weakness as well.

"Just… studying," he said, gesturing to his books. He shouldn't have lost track of time; she didn't need this added onto her plate with everything else.

Hermione grinned mischievously and her scent started to bloom.

"What are you working on?" she asked, leaning over the table to peek.

Draco licked his lips. He loved when his witch was in a playful mood. If only he could banish his own frustrations so that he could enjoy her fully.

"Look closer," he said in the deep voice that made her shiver.

Hermione pulled herself on the table, slowly crawling towards him. She looked down, and Draco pushed her hair back for her so she could read.

"Ancient Runes," she read before her eyes looked up to meet him. "Now that one, I am first in class."

"No need to brag," he said to her. Really though, he couldn't wait to shout from the rooftop that the Brightest Witch of Her Age was his.

Hermione sat up, scooting forward on her knees until she was at the edge of the table. She studied his face, and he knew she could see right through him. "Something is wrong, Draco."

"Are you unwell?" He knew it. He could smell it the moment he saw her. Whoever hurt her was fucking dead.

Hermione grinned slightly, shaking her head. "Not me."

Draco scoffed, scooting back in his chair slightly. "I'm sorry. I'm in a state. I should have handled it before you got here."

"Handled it?"

"It's nothing, Granger. Lots of blokes have to release aggression sometimes," he wished he could take it back after he said it. "I love when you sit like that. I've come to it more times than I can count."

"Why?"

He should have shut up while he was ahead, but he wasn't thinking with the rational side of his brain anymore. "You on your knees is a gorgeous sight, Hermione. It's like you're bowing to me. Submitting to me."

Hermione didn't hex him like he expected. She leaned forward and crawled off the table into his lap.

No fucking way was this happening.

"I don't care about other blokes, I only care about mine," she whispered in her ears, voice smooth as silk. It was a tone he'd never heard from her before and he wanted to wrap himself in it. "Let me give you your release. I've been imagining it all day."

His cock was straining against his trousers and all he wanted to do was pull them down and move the last scrap of fabric keeping him out of Hermione's cunt and shove himself in. But the first time had to be better than that. The first time he had her needed to be everything, not a stolen moment.

Hermione started to open his trouser, still rolling her hips to rub her pussy along his length.

Fine, he'll fuck her in the library. This is a nice table. Sentimental.

When she started crawling down his lap to kneel on the floor in front of him, he nearly drifted away. Gods, she was so aroused and he had hardly touched her. Her pink mouth was so close to his cock that it was already throbbing for her to touch. He'd never felt anything but her hand before, too focused on pleasing her to try for anything else.

He reached down and rubbed his thumb over her gland, making her moan. Resting her head against his knee, he continued to massage her as she pulled him free.

"Does the thought of sucking my cock make you wet?" His voice was deep, controlled.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Show me." He was being more aggressive than normal, but she was enjoying it. Both by her scent in the air, and her white panties soaked with her slick. She lifted her skirt and spread her knees, obeying him immediately. "Give me a taste."

Hermione stuck her hand between her legs, and then brought them up to his mouth to suck. When he was done, she shocked him again by slipping the same hand inside to coat it again, and then instantly grabbing and stroking him.

"You look so gorgeous, my little witch," there was another name he craved to call her, but witch was as close as he could get. "Show me how wide you can open your mouth."

Her jaw dropped and Draco traced his fingers along her tongue. He moved his hand to thread in the curls of her hair.

"You want to suck my cock?" Draco asked her. His voice was low and deep, and it made her eyes go wide as she nodded. "Say it."

"I want to suck your cock," she answered immediately. She tried to pull forward, but his grip held her back. "Please, Draco."

"Good girl," he said, guiding her forward and she swallowed him down as far as she could.

Gods, she was right- he was going to come in less than five minutes. But how could he have known she would hum and moan with his cock filling her mouth? Her lips were never this full and red in his imagination. The sight of him disappearing into her mouth, over and over as she went up and down.

Any troubles he had moments ago were gone. Hermione pulled up too far, releasing him with a pop, and she wasted no time swallowing him back down. On the way down she would take him as far as she could, and then suck hard on the way up. Her hand traveled up his thighs before snaking under his shirt to feel his chest.

She looked up at him after several minutes, his cock between her teeth and it was then he realized she may be the one on her knees, but he was at her mercy. His beautiful, talented, brilliant witch.

The base of his cock started to swell as it did anytime he came with her. She released him from her mouth and continued to stroke him with her hand as she licked around the knot.

"Don't swallow. I need to mark you," he growled.

No one was coming near her. He wanted to bite into her gland again, the effects were so much more potent that way. But they were going to do it right the next time the heat came for her, and they weren't willing to mess anything up.

Hermione took him down to the back of her throat again. He grabbed as much of her hair as he could, controlling her as she went up and down but letting her set the place. He was about ready to come, and he tried to pull her off slightly, but she resisted and kept sucking.

She had her mouth and both hands on him, all working together. When he did, it was down her throat, and she swallowed down every drop.

The good girl that she was, she sure as hell knew when to disobey.

He was panting as she crawled back up into his lap, fixing his trousers. Draco wrapped his arms around her tightly, pulling her to his gland. Wanting to get inside her as much as he could and not leave room for anyone else.

"Are you feeling better?" Hermione asked wistfully. He was sending her down by accident, but she eagerly went with it. She was already halfway there when she was sucking him off. "You smell like you're feeling better."

"You don't have to worry. That's my job," he stroked her hair the way she liked when she drifted off. A contented hum rewarded him, and he held her tight while rubbing down her back.

"But it is my job… I'm supposed to take care of you," Hermione continued. "I'm made for you. My heart beats for you."

Draco smiled against her hair as she rambled, identifying the shift in her voice. "Hello, Passenger."

"You're everything to me. Let me help you, please," Hermione begged in her wistful voice. She wasn't supposed to be upset, that was the whole point.

"You take such good care of me. I'm sorry, I'll come straight to you next time I'm upset. You're so wonderful. My sweet miracle."

Hermione hummed. "Draco?"

"Yes, Passenger?"

"I am Hermione," she rambled.

Draco kissed her hair. "I know."

"She doesn't understand," Hermione said. "I don't understand."

"It's complicated."

"What are we?" Hermione asked, wincing slightly and Draco encouraged her to breath deeper. "What's happened to us?"

Draco looked around. His mind clear. He was at his table in the back of the library, where the girl he tormented for years sat straddling his lap, after just sucking him off, and her mind was visiting a place that only he could send her to.

And he loved her. And even beyond the devastation of a broken heart, he knew the core of his life and his magic would die without her.

"I don't know."