Hermione woke up early in the next morning. Her stomach was a bit revolted,
but she decided to go to the Great Hall anyway. She had Potions that
morning, and he would be there. She had no way out. She tried to eat a bit.
Harry would be there too, and he knew. What if he told Pansy? He wouldn't
do such thing, would he?
She tried to calm herself, walking slowly towards the dungeons, making different paths as if she expected a torture there. 'Well, it can't be that bad. I'm a seventeen years old girl, and I kissed a boy. Well, it's more like I snogged him, but still. What's the problem with that? It didn't mean anything to me, and certainly not to him, so...'
But the nauseating feeling wouldn't go away, and she finally faced it and went to class. As always, she walked into the classroom carefully not looking elsewhere but her usual desk, not failing to notice his blonde presence in his usual place.
Snape rushed in just after her:
"Do sit down, Miss Granger. Ten points from Gryffindor. We have no time for delays this day. We shall finish the Moebius Conoction today, and then I shall explain in detail to you our final project for this course. I shall, of course, raise my standards for this... happy occasion."
As they started forming partners, Snape spoke to Harry.
"Potter. Partnering with Granger again? I think not. I'm tired of you using Miss Granger's absurdly high tolerance to reading moldy tomes to pass in my classes. From this day on, you shall be working with someone else," he smiled thinly.
"Actually, I'd like to partner Miss Parkinson today, if I may," said Harry smiling at Pansy, who smiled back and moved her things to where he was.
Hermione looked at him outraged, feeling betrayed.
"I'm sure you understand, don't you, Hermione?" He asked, apologizing.
"Well, Miss Granger can partner Mister Malfoy then," Snape concluded, quite satisfied with the new arrangements. Malfoy was his favorite student, after all, and he would be happy to give him full notes, like he expected Hermione would take.
'I know what you're doing,' she thought, scowling at Harry, and nervously, she moved to where Malfoy was. She tried not to look at him. She started to prepare the ingredients without his help. He seemed to be content watching.
"Well, it seems to be destiny, Granger," he said in a playful tone.
She glared at him, irritated. That was no time for mockeries.
"Hey, don't look at me like that. It's not my fault if Potter would rather partner his girlfriend instead of you," he added, leering at her. "Although I too would rather partner a girl I snog anytime of the day."
Hermione broke a Becker.
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
"I think I made that perfectly clear that night."
Her eyes went wide open, and she suspiciously looked around to see if anyone heard them, and then looked back at him.
"Shhh. You don't want the entire school to know, do you?" she asked, almost inaudibly.
"Your friend Potter seems to have quite a clue of what's going on. He keeps looking at us and smiling weirdly. Either that, or he's gay."
She looked at Harry, displeased, and then turned back at him:
"Is there anything going on?" She asked, in a faked nonchalant tone. She was taken by a sudden realization that she didn't want to hear the answer of her question, and still, waited eagerly for it.
The sound of wood hitting wood turned Hermione's attention to the black board. Snape had just hit it with a stick.
"Now that I have your undivided attention, let me give out the instruction for your projects. Any doubts that arise will not be answered. You may consider them part of the project. Each pair of you shall hand in, starting the first class after Christmas break, a sample of one potion from each of the six areas of study. They shall be accompanied by a full report of their procedures and their effects. We shall not work on them on class, where I shall keep with the regular curriculum," he turned to Harry. "I expect to have all this potions handed in to me. Should anyone not hand in three of the samples, they shall suffer the most dire consequences," his eyes narrowed. "The pleasure shall be all mine."
Snape turned away from the silent class, and walked out of the door.
"Well, it seems we're going to spend a lot of time together from now on," Draco observed.
"Only the necessary," she objected.
"That, Granger," he said, slowly, "is entirely subjective, isn't it? It depends on your definition of 'necessity'"
***
On the next morning, he cornered her on the way to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Granger, meet me tonight at the library, we need to start our project."
"I--" she was about to object, but he wouldn't let her.
"Tonight at 8:30," and he left, giving her no time to complain about it.
***
Blaise observed Malfoy, who was dressing up.
"A date, I suppose?"
"Not exactly."
"And what 'not exactly' would exactly mean?"
"I'm going to the library."
"A date in the library?" Blaise mused. "So Granger is as weird as I thought?"
"It's not a date, you sod. I'm going to study Potions"
"You, Draco Malfoy, studying on a Friday night?"
"Sort of. Granger will probably do the whole thing alone."
"Ah. I should have guessed. So, it is a date. And already taking advantage of the girl you're dating. And not even taking a proper advantage."
"Funny. No, we are only studying."
"Well, we both know that's not what's going to happen. Unless, of course, the Malfoy charm skipped a generation on you."
Draco was looking for his shoes, in silence.
"Hmm. How serious. So you are doing something about it, then. About bloody time."
Malfoy moved to their bathroom.
"Oh, come on. Tell me, what's going on?"
"Sod off."
"Have you shagged her already?"
Draco just snorted.
"Told you she was not easily brought down," Blaise grinned.
"Indeed."
"So."
"So."
"A date in the library. How kinky. And puts Goyle deeper in debt with me. I don't think he owns the underwear he's wearing right now," Blaise stated.
"It is not a date. Do you have some comprehension problem?"
"No. You, however, seem to."
"Sod off."
"Gladly," Blaise answered. "Got a big and dumb classmate to humiliate. Besides, I think you want the room empty tonight?" He left before Draco could answer, but he still heard the name calling from the corridor.
***
When he arrived in the library, she was already settled in a table in the far corner of the place, with many books spread all over it. She closed a book she was reading and put it under a pile. There was no room for him to work, and her book bag was occupying the only other chair by the table.
"I see you saved a seat for me," he said, easily dumping her bag, on the floor.
"I didn't think you would actually want to do any work," she answered without looking.
"I like to do all the work when I'm part of a couple," he answered, idling reading the titles on the spines of the books on the pile besides her. "Excuse me, a pair," he corrected himself. He blinked as he read one of the titles.
Hermione saw a sly smile forming on Malfoy's face with the corner of her eye. When she saw that he was moving towards the book pile besides her, she tried to get there first. She didn't.
"Well, well. "Love and Lust Potions by Calindra Jones"," Draco cited. "Now, what is that?"
"It's an-- an example of-- of-- of behavior affecting potions!" Hermione stuttered.
"Of course it is," Malfoy answered, with an easy smile. He moved his chair closer to hers. "So, you like this subject. Love and lust potions?"
"They're dangerous. Some, even illegal," Hermione answered, knowing that he hadn't asked that.
"You like losing control, don't you?" Draco asked, leaning towards her. She was sitting by his side, but he already had turned his body towards her. She saw it coming, and she wouldn't let that happen again.
"I-I'll just put it back, okay?" She stammered, and stood up quickly, walking to a nearby bookshelf.
He followed her. That was it, he thought. There was nobody near there; the place was in absolute silence.
When she put the place back to where it was, in the end of the bookshelf, she turned to go back, but he blocked her way.
"You didn't answer my question," he demanded.
She just stared.
"You like losing control. You like not being responsible for your always- too-sensible acts, don't you Granger? Well, that can be arranged."
And with that, he pushed her against the wall with his body, holding up her wrists in his hands, and started a very lustful kiss, as if he had taken one of those potions and his sanity depended on it. The intensity of the kiss made her dazed, and a wave of heat took her body. She was a bit shaken. His lips were consuming her, showing her Heaven and condemning her to Hell. A part of her brain deliberately blocked her thoughts of any effects of her doom, except the part that she liked it. She liked how forbidden this was.
She felt his grip tightening, as he started kissing her neck now, and she unconsciously leaned her head slightly away, giving him more space. An almost inaudible moan escaped through her mouth. He was greedily kissing her shoulder, her neck, biting everywhere in a most provocative way, and she was sure that tomorrow she'd have many hickeys there too. Somehow, it didn't matter at all. She wanted those marks. She wanted him, and what he was doing. She felt more alive than ever in her entire life. Perhaps he was right about the control thing. But she didn't want to think about it now.
As he distracted her with his kisses and bites, his hands released her wrists and moved to her back and her tummy, rubbing and exploring every part of it. She suddenly became aware of how bigger then her he was, and felt fragile at his mercy. Would he stop this time if she wanted to?
He kissed her and all her thoughts seemed to vanish from her mind as he tasted her, savouring every little of the kiss. When he turned back to her neck she realized startled that he had opened two buttons of her shirt, and suddenly he could access more of her. 'When did he do it?' she wondered, but she couldn't do anything about it. She didn't want him to stop what he was doing. Quickly, she got lost in sensations again, and started brushing his hair with her hand.
'So soft...' she thought, and started kissing his neck too. His pale skin was guarded by an annoying collar, and she decided she wanted to see more of it, and opened some buttons of his shirt too. He emitted a sound that Hermione interpreted as an approval. Freed of that, she started the kissing again.
She gasped a bit when his hand slipped from her tummy to one of her breasts, but he kissed her then, not leaving space for a complaint. After some seconds, the shock was replaced by a pleasurable feeling, so good that she felt like she would explode of desire at any time. It took her some moments to realize that those soft moans she heard were coming from her mouth.
She wanted him, more of him, and without actually realizing what she was doing, she opened the rest of his buttons, exploring his flat abdomen. One if his hands travelled to one of her thighs, and was slithering upwards under her skirt. When he reached the edge of her panties, she was sure she would melt just then and there. She wanted him to touch her, but he took off his hand instead, and she was a bit disappointed, then she felt his body pressing against her, his erection noticeable under his trousers. He pressed it against her and started rubbing himself against the hot spot inside her panties, and she couldn't possibly think anymore.
He had both hands at each side of her panties and started to move them down when she became aware of what was really going to happen then, and panic took her over. It would be her first time, and she hadn't really thought if she wanted it or not, not to mention that the handsome guy with her was no other than Draco Malfoy. She tried to stop his hand, but he wouldn't let her, so she pushed him with all the strength she had left and said loudly to her self, her eyes wide:
"Oh my God, what am I doing?"
She did some buttons of her shirt and left the library in a hurry, putting her garments in place before reaching the Gryffindor Tower.
***
When she passed thought the portrait, she heard a known voice in a disbelief tone:
"Hermione?!"
***
She tried to calm herself, walking slowly towards the dungeons, making different paths as if she expected a torture there. 'Well, it can't be that bad. I'm a seventeen years old girl, and I kissed a boy. Well, it's more like I snogged him, but still. What's the problem with that? It didn't mean anything to me, and certainly not to him, so...'
But the nauseating feeling wouldn't go away, and she finally faced it and went to class. As always, she walked into the classroom carefully not looking elsewhere but her usual desk, not failing to notice his blonde presence in his usual place.
Snape rushed in just after her:
"Do sit down, Miss Granger. Ten points from Gryffindor. We have no time for delays this day. We shall finish the Moebius Conoction today, and then I shall explain in detail to you our final project for this course. I shall, of course, raise my standards for this... happy occasion."
As they started forming partners, Snape spoke to Harry.
"Potter. Partnering with Granger again? I think not. I'm tired of you using Miss Granger's absurdly high tolerance to reading moldy tomes to pass in my classes. From this day on, you shall be working with someone else," he smiled thinly.
"Actually, I'd like to partner Miss Parkinson today, if I may," said Harry smiling at Pansy, who smiled back and moved her things to where he was.
Hermione looked at him outraged, feeling betrayed.
"I'm sure you understand, don't you, Hermione?" He asked, apologizing.
"Well, Miss Granger can partner Mister Malfoy then," Snape concluded, quite satisfied with the new arrangements. Malfoy was his favorite student, after all, and he would be happy to give him full notes, like he expected Hermione would take.
'I know what you're doing,' she thought, scowling at Harry, and nervously, she moved to where Malfoy was. She tried not to look at him. She started to prepare the ingredients without his help. He seemed to be content watching.
"Well, it seems to be destiny, Granger," he said in a playful tone.
She glared at him, irritated. That was no time for mockeries.
"Hey, don't look at me like that. It's not my fault if Potter would rather partner his girlfriend instead of you," he added, leering at her. "Although I too would rather partner a girl I snog anytime of the day."
Hermione broke a Becker.
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
"I think I made that perfectly clear that night."
Her eyes went wide open, and she suspiciously looked around to see if anyone heard them, and then looked back at him.
"Shhh. You don't want the entire school to know, do you?" she asked, almost inaudibly.
"Your friend Potter seems to have quite a clue of what's going on. He keeps looking at us and smiling weirdly. Either that, or he's gay."
She looked at Harry, displeased, and then turned back at him:
"Is there anything going on?" She asked, in a faked nonchalant tone. She was taken by a sudden realization that she didn't want to hear the answer of her question, and still, waited eagerly for it.
The sound of wood hitting wood turned Hermione's attention to the black board. Snape had just hit it with a stick.
"Now that I have your undivided attention, let me give out the instruction for your projects. Any doubts that arise will not be answered. You may consider them part of the project. Each pair of you shall hand in, starting the first class after Christmas break, a sample of one potion from each of the six areas of study. They shall be accompanied by a full report of their procedures and their effects. We shall not work on them on class, where I shall keep with the regular curriculum," he turned to Harry. "I expect to have all this potions handed in to me. Should anyone not hand in three of the samples, they shall suffer the most dire consequences," his eyes narrowed. "The pleasure shall be all mine."
Snape turned away from the silent class, and walked out of the door.
"Well, it seems we're going to spend a lot of time together from now on," Draco observed.
"Only the necessary," she objected.
"That, Granger," he said, slowly, "is entirely subjective, isn't it? It depends on your definition of 'necessity'"
***
On the next morning, he cornered her on the way to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Granger, meet me tonight at the library, we need to start our project."
"I--" she was about to object, but he wouldn't let her.
"Tonight at 8:30," and he left, giving her no time to complain about it.
***
Blaise observed Malfoy, who was dressing up.
"A date, I suppose?"
"Not exactly."
"And what 'not exactly' would exactly mean?"
"I'm going to the library."
"A date in the library?" Blaise mused. "So Granger is as weird as I thought?"
"It's not a date, you sod. I'm going to study Potions"
"You, Draco Malfoy, studying on a Friday night?"
"Sort of. Granger will probably do the whole thing alone."
"Ah. I should have guessed. So, it is a date. And already taking advantage of the girl you're dating. And not even taking a proper advantage."
"Funny. No, we are only studying."
"Well, we both know that's not what's going to happen. Unless, of course, the Malfoy charm skipped a generation on you."
Draco was looking for his shoes, in silence.
"Hmm. How serious. So you are doing something about it, then. About bloody time."
Malfoy moved to their bathroom.
"Oh, come on. Tell me, what's going on?"
"Sod off."
"Have you shagged her already?"
Draco just snorted.
"Told you she was not easily brought down," Blaise grinned.
"Indeed."
"So."
"So."
"A date in the library. How kinky. And puts Goyle deeper in debt with me. I don't think he owns the underwear he's wearing right now," Blaise stated.
"It is not a date. Do you have some comprehension problem?"
"No. You, however, seem to."
"Sod off."
"Gladly," Blaise answered. "Got a big and dumb classmate to humiliate. Besides, I think you want the room empty tonight?" He left before Draco could answer, but he still heard the name calling from the corridor.
***
When he arrived in the library, she was already settled in a table in the far corner of the place, with many books spread all over it. She closed a book she was reading and put it under a pile. There was no room for him to work, and her book bag was occupying the only other chair by the table.
"I see you saved a seat for me," he said, easily dumping her bag, on the floor.
"I didn't think you would actually want to do any work," she answered without looking.
"I like to do all the work when I'm part of a couple," he answered, idling reading the titles on the spines of the books on the pile besides her. "Excuse me, a pair," he corrected himself. He blinked as he read one of the titles.
Hermione saw a sly smile forming on Malfoy's face with the corner of her eye. When she saw that he was moving towards the book pile besides her, she tried to get there first. She didn't.
"Well, well. "Love and Lust Potions by Calindra Jones"," Draco cited. "Now, what is that?"
"It's an-- an example of-- of-- of behavior affecting potions!" Hermione stuttered.
"Of course it is," Malfoy answered, with an easy smile. He moved his chair closer to hers. "So, you like this subject. Love and lust potions?"
"They're dangerous. Some, even illegal," Hermione answered, knowing that he hadn't asked that.
"You like losing control, don't you?" Draco asked, leaning towards her. She was sitting by his side, but he already had turned his body towards her. She saw it coming, and she wouldn't let that happen again.
"I-I'll just put it back, okay?" She stammered, and stood up quickly, walking to a nearby bookshelf.
He followed her. That was it, he thought. There was nobody near there; the place was in absolute silence.
When she put the place back to where it was, in the end of the bookshelf, she turned to go back, but he blocked her way.
"You didn't answer my question," he demanded.
She just stared.
"You like losing control. You like not being responsible for your always- too-sensible acts, don't you Granger? Well, that can be arranged."
And with that, he pushed her against the wall with his body, holding up her wrists in his hands, and started a very lustful kiss, as if he had taken one of those potions and his sanity depended on it. The intensity of the kiss made her dazed, and a wave of heat took her body. She was a bit shaken. His lips were consuming her, showing her Heaven and condemning her to Hell. A part of her brain deliberately blocked her thoughts of any effects of her doom, except the part that she liked it. She liked how forbidden this was.
She felt his grip tightening, as he started kissing her neck now, and she unconsciously leaned her head slightly away, giving him more space. An almost inaudible moan escaped through her mouth. He was greedily kissing her shoulder, her neck, biting everywhere in a most provocative way, and she was sure that tomorrow she'd have many hickeys there too. Somehow, it didn't matter at all. She wanted those marks. She wanted him, and what he was doing. She felt more alive than ever in her entire life. Perhaps he was right about the control thing. But she didn't want to think about it now.
As he distracted her with his kisses and bites, his hands released her wrists and moved to her back and her tummy, rubbing and exploring every part of it. She suddenly became aware of how bigger then her he was, and felt fragile at his mercy. Would he stop this time if she wanted to?
He kissed her and all her thoughts seemed to vanish from her mind as he tasted her, savouring every little of the kiss. When he turned back to her neck she realized startled that he had opened two buttons of her shirt, and suddenly he could access more of her. 'When did he do it?' she wondered, but she couldn't do anything about it. She didn't want him to stop what he was doing. Quickly, she got lost in sensations again, and started brushing his hair with her hand.
'So soft...' she thought, and started kissing his neck too. His pale skin was guarded by an annoying collar, and she decided she wanted to see more of it, and opened some buttons of his shirt too. He emitted a sound that Hermione interpreted as an approval. Freed of that, she started the kissing again.
She gasped a bit when his hand slipped from her tummy to one of her breasts, but he kissed her then, not leaving space for a complaint. After some seconds, the shock was replaced by a pleasurable feeling, so good that she felt like she would explode of desire at any time. It took her some moments to realize that those soft moans she heard were coming from her mouth.
She wanted him, more of him, and without actually realizing what she was doing, she opened the rest of his buttons, exploring his flat abdomen. One if his hands travelled to one of her thighs, and was slithering upwards under her skirt. When he reached the edge of her panties, she was sure she would melt just then and there. She wanted him to touch her, but he took off his hand instead, and she was a bit disappointed, then she felt his body pressing against her, his erection noticeable under his trousers. He pressed it against her and started rubbing himself against the hot spot inside her panties, and she couldn't possibly think anymore.
He had both hands at each side of her panties and started to move them down when she became aware of what was really going to happen then, and panic took her over. It would be her first time, and she hadn't really thought if she wanted it or not, not to mention that the handsome guy with her was no other than Draco Malfoy. She tried to stop his hand, but he wouldn't let her, so she pushed him with all the strength she had left and said loudly to her self, her eyes wide:
"Oh my God, what am I doing?"
She did some buttons of her shirt and left the library in a hurry, putting her garments in place before reaching the Gryffindor Tower.
***
When she passed thought the portrait, she heard a known voice in a disbelief tone:
"Hermione?!"
***