Clear Recognition

By: DarkQueenBulma

Chapter Three

Hermiones POV

Vince came out from the shadows. Had he been standing there, listening the whole time?

"What are you doing there, Vince" I asked nonchalantly.

I wanted to talk to you about Malfoy, and why he's acting so strange. You're living in close proximity and you have a right to know. Not even the old..." I glared at him and he gulped..."Dumbledore knows." He finished.

I eyed him carefully, wondering just what he was up to, or rather, what him and Draco had schemed up against me. The whole 'him asking me to the dance' disturbed me a bit, and I only agreed to go to find out what was going on. Maybe he did have some insight, but I wasn't ready to risk total public humiliation to find out what it was.

"I don't think you know half as much as you think you do, Vince," I said carefully, "And...I don't think it's a good idea that we go to the dance together."

His eyebrows shot up and he looked awfully hurt by that, but I didn't care. Maybe he was being sincere, but I wasn't taking the chance. I had more important things to think about besides his feelings. Like me. That sounded conceited, even to myself, and it kind of made me feel guilty, but he was a Slytherin, and it was awfully suspicious that he all of a sudden wanted to be my friend.

Maybe I was being too analytical, and perhaps I should of sat down with Vince and heard him out but right at that moment, I just wanted to get back to my room and rest. The day had been overwhelming to say the least, so I turned my back on the one person whom could of helped me in my plight, and walked back to my dorm. Correction Draco and mine's dormitory.

One there, a sigh of relief could probably been heard in the Gryffindor common room, it was so loud and energetic. I was glad that Draco wasn't there to greet me. I laid my bag down and ran up to my room to lie down. Maybe I was being stupid, but I just decided to ignore everything that happened and go on like normal. Draco obviously had something wrong with him, but that didn't make it my problem. Just because I was living with him, didn't mean I had to care or help him in any way, right? How wrong I was.

Tap, tap, tap.

Go away I said in a haze.

Tap, tap, tap. There it was again. 'I'm tired' I screamed in my mind, thinking bizarrely that the tapper got the message. They must have for the tapping stopped.

Tap, tap, tap. Mother of Jesus! WHO WAS TAPPING. I raised in a tangle of sheets and comforters. Trying desperately to untangle myself, the tapping continued, more forecfully, and louder this time. I fell off the bed, still entangled, crying out in pain as my head hit the floor. I laid there for a moment, sheets and blankets everywhere, my head pounding, the tapping continuing.

Mangaging to stand and detangle myself from my bed linen, I found the source of the insesitant tapping. A large coal black owl at my window. My eyes widened fractionably. Who would be sending post at this time of the night? I looked at my clock, and read 3:30 AM. It was becoming too common for me to awaken so early. I rushed to retrieve my suprise from the owl, so I could hurry and get back to bed before I become too awake.

Opening the window, the owl flew past my head and onto my bed. What the hell was the stupid bird doing? It held out it's leg innocently, motioning for me to untie the scroll. I took my time wandering over, and finally untied the birds burden. It nipped at my cheek affectionately and flew out the window. I watched it fly until it was over the horizon, then realizing it was freezing in my room due to the window. I padded over in my long pink t-shirt and closed it quickly, then taking a seat at my desk, flicking a light on absently.

I unrolled the sroll and read it hurriedly. My eyes widened largely, and I reread the scroll again.

Asphia Riddle,

Stay away from Draco Malfoy. He will only bring you pain, my love.

I did a triple-take, and read it once more. The words burning me, branding my brain.

Who was this for? Who was Asphia? Riddle. Why had it come to me?

I was thoroughly confused. Why had the letter come to my room? Owls never made mistakes delivering post, right?

I had to find this girl. This i Asphia /i . Was she in trouble where Draco was concerned? I certainly hoped not. No one deserved to be on the receiveing end of his wrath.

I searched through the book looking for name on my lunch break. Lacey Reynolds, Tawni Rickle, Rodger Riley, but no Asphia Riddle in the Hogwarts Student Archives for the last one hundred years. I leaned my chair back on to its hindlegs, my hands behind my head, and my eyes closed. I hadn't been back to bed since this morning when the letter came. I didn't know what to do. There was so Asphia Riddle in this school.

What the hell was I supposed to do? Tell a teacher? As much as the idea of getting rid of one more burden sounded wonderful, I had a feeling that, that course of action would only bring on more complications in my already overwhelming life.

"Ahhhh" I yelled out, as my chair tipped and my head hit someones kneecap.

"You really should be more careful, you know" came that slimy gits voice in my ears.

I opened my eyes, and looked up seeing those once red eyes, only very grey at the moment. I rolled my eyes, and leaned up on my elbows, and then onto my feet, turning around to face him. It was awfully hard to snub my nose at him, standing my great height of five foot even, to his six foot two. I stared up at him as he smirked down at me. That ever-annoying smirk, that he seemed to be a permanent fixture on his angelic, perfectly shap...wait. . , did I just call his face angelic? Now that was a part of my brain that definitely needed a fixing.

"So, Granger..." he said in all his suave, nonchalantness, "How are you, this fine day?"

I gaped up at him disbelieving. After what he did the other night in the common room, he had the audacity to come in i my /i sanctuary, and act like nothing was wrong.

He seemed thoroughly amused at my reaction to his presence. I huffed some and turned away to pick my things up from the table I had been working on. Stuffing the note into my pocket, and my books and papers in my bag, I slung it over my shoulder and started to head out of the library without a second glance at Draco.

I had wanted to talk to him before and he denied me it. Now that he seemed willing to talk and be, dare I say, friendly, I wanted nothing more to do with him. My mind sure did work in wonderous ways. A hand grabbed my forearm, and my bag slid off my shoulders. I was then crushed against a broad, rock-hard chest. My head barely came to the tip of his nose, but I stared him down nonetheless.

"Let go of my arm, Malfoy, or I'll hex you into next week...literally." I told him harshly, though I don't think I meant it. He smirked that smirk that I just could not stand. The one that made my blood boil, the one I wanted to smack off his face.

He laughed at me. Not his usual, smarmy, intolerable laugh. But a genuine laugh. If I wasn't thoroughly confused before, I surely was now. I'd just threatened him, and he was laughing. Head case.

"Now, now Hermione, is that anyway to talk to the head boy?" he asked lifting an eyebrow mockingly, letting my arm go. Though, I i had /i asked him to let my arm go, I hadn't meant for his hand to wander anywhere else, and I surely had not asked for his other hand to join it's brother in touching me. Certainly not my waist and back, where his hands now resided. One on my waist, and one on the small of my back. Wandering hands were definitely not needed.

I growled up into his face. I pulled free from his loose grasp. "I think you should keep your hands to yourself, Malfoy. You've done i quite /i enough touching to last me a lifetime," I spit out venomously.

He just smirked that one aforementioned smirk. Damn him and his smirk. What's with the smirk anyways? Why is he always smirking. I think I needed a vallium. I was losing it. Who cares about his stinkin' smarmy, sexy smirk. I ran those words through my head again. Wow, what an aliteration. I packed it away in my brain for next time he smirked at me.

He smirked. I scowled and repeated 'Stinkin' Smarmy Sexy Smirk' in my brain a couple times. I broke out in a grin. Oh yeah, I was really going insane. I started mumbling to myself about smirks and boys with smirks, and blonde boys with smirks, and blone ferret boys with smirks. I again reran the last sentence through my head and packed that one away too.

I snapped out of my reverie. Malfoy had someone gotten behind me during my absorbtion in my head -trip, and snaked his arm around my waist. He was now whispering in my ear; "I want you, Hermione" he whispered softly. I'm sure you do, you jackass.

"That's really too bad," I said, keeping my cool, ". . .because I really don't like you all too well." I could almost feel, taste, and smell the aforementioned Stinkin' Smarmy Sexy Smirk. I think I needed to stop repeating that. 'But it had such a nice ring to it' myself argued. What the...this was not the time to lose yourself in yourself. Did that makes sense? Doesn't matter.

His hand slip from my stomach, around to my hip, and cupped my right ass cheek. My body fluxuated in his grasp, he didn't even have time to stop smirking, before I was turned about, and my fist was crushing into his jaw in a nice, fluent upper-cut.

His head jerked upwards and he stumbled back, hitting the chair, and tumbling over it, onto the ground. His hand instinctively went to his jaw and rubbed. I could hear him moaning in pain. Served him right, though I had to admit, for a split second, I had almost decided to let him continue.

I stood there looking down at him, my eyes laughing, my face betraying nothing. He really should be more careful as to where he was walking. You never know when you can trip over a chair or other item. Maliciously, I grinned at the thought of Malfoy tripping over my foot and his gut falling into my kneecap.

I looked down at my watch and my eyes widened. I grabbed my bag once more and rushed out of the library. I was going to be late for potions. That was never a good thing.

In all of my years at Hogwarts, I had never been late to Snapes class before. Damn that git, damn him to fucking hell.

I ran through the halls swiftly, slowing when going by other students, or teachers. I still had to uphold my reputation, and set a good example as head girl.

I came sliding to a halt outside of Snapes class. I could almost hear and see the skidmarks I was leaving on the perfect black marble floors. I grabbed for the handle to enter the 'dungeon of doom' when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Wonder who that could be, I thought to myself wrly.

I looked back to blonde hair, and grey eyes looking at me, looking very pissed.

He strode by me into Snapes dungeon, followed closely by me on his heels.

Snaped looked up from the board, to rest his cold glare on i me /i . Me! Malfoy was late too, you know.

Bastard, I muttered in my head.

He gracefully fluttered over to me like a beautiful butterfly. Yeah, right. Snape was in my face .05 seconds after I walked through the door, Malfoy totally forgotten. There I stood in front of all the Gryffindors and Slytherins, to be chastized by Snape and all his wonders. I stood my ground and looked him dead in the eye, waiting for him to begin the torture.

And he began, "Pray tell, what was so important that the Head Girl was late to Potions class? Does the Head Girl think that she is above the rules, does the b head girl /b think that she does not have to be on time to Potions class like all of the other students? Does she think that Potions is less important than what she wanted to do?"

My eyes bared no emotion, as didn't my face. "You see, Professor..." I was cut off my none other than that smarmy little ferret. Smarmy bastard.

"She was with me, Professor. You see, someone had jumped me nad punched me in the face in the hall." To illustrate his point, he pointed to the black and blue forming bruise on his jaw. "Ms. Granger was kind enough to stop and help me up."

Snape looked outraged that Malfoy would admit being helped by a Gryffindor and even more so that he could no longer take points away from his favorite house to deduct points from. Field day was over for Snape.

"Kindly take your seat, Ms. Granger, and not further disrupt this learning atmosphere." He said cruely, with a promise hidden that he would indeed get me for this.

Malfoy saved my ass. He could of told Snape that I was the one that hit him, but he didn't. He probably just didn't want me to tell on him for sexually harassing me. Yeah, more than likely that was it, but part of me wanted to believe that he did it because he knew he was faulted for it, and he wanted to make up for it. Again, yeah right.

Potions was unusually good that day. We made a polyjuice potion, which we were to use with our partners. Of course, my partner was Pansy Parkinson.

I made my way to my dormitory dragging myself there with everything I had. It was four in the morning, and I'd been at Hogsmeade all night. To say the least, I was trashed.

The walk to the dorm seemed dragged out and very long. I got the hole in the wall and said "Ferret". It made me grin like a maniac. It oppened up and I fell through, crawling my way in.

I made my way to the couch, giggling some at the situation. Head girl, drunk as a skunk, crawling to the couch to pass out.

I reached up and pulled myself onto the couch.

"Ummmph...what the..." came from the couch.

"AHHH, the couch is talking. DRAAACCCO".

"Shut the fuck up, what the hell is the matter with you?"

"Draco?"

"Get off of me"

"Draco, I love you"

A light got turned on at that moment and I shielded my eyes with my arm, as I layed on top of Malfoy in a most comfortable straddle. He looked at me then in the light and he smirked. I didn't even bother with my trademark response. i Stinkin' Sexy Smarmy Smirk /i .

"You're plastered" he said to me, eyes laughing.

"No..Draco, you don't understand..." I trailed off, my head resting on his shoulder. I nuzzled my head into his neck. I was getting comfortable and then I shot up fast. "THE AURORS ARE OUT TO GET ME".

He busted out laughing. "You're baked too!".

"Baked? Me? WHAT THE HELL IS WITH ALL THE LIGHTS FLASHING? I'm not baked...I hate pie. WOULD YOU STOP HITTING ME? Marijuana is illegal. FUCKING HELL, CAN YOU PLEASE STOP TURNING THE LIGHTS ON AND OFF?

He was looking at me, still laughing while I had my spaz attacks. Then it happened. One minute I was yelling illiterate and ignorant comments about the light fixtures on the walls and the next...

I leaned down and pressed my lips firmly against his, my eyes shutting due to the drunkness or the moment, I still don't know.

We stayed like that for a moment and then he wrapped his arms around me, slipping his tongue into mine. To this day, I don't know what posessed me to do such a thing as to kiss the Serpent King from Slytherin, to dance with fire, but I all thought and logic went out the window that night, and I had a snog fest in our dormitory on the sofa.

Resting one hand on the small of my back and the other on my right ass cheek, he kissed me passionately. This time, he didn't get a strong uppercut to the jaw.

I straddled him, as he leaned up, both hands now cupping my ass, pulling me down on him hard. I let out small inaudible gasp. He then leaned over me placing me under him, pulling his legs out so he was laying in between my legs. He moved around a little, getting comfortable, making my flower pulse with life, with every slight movement, and pressure he put upon me.

Placing each hand beside my head he propped himself over me and looked down at me. "You may be pissed at me in the morning for taking advantage of you while you're intoxicated, but I am taking your flower, and I'm taking it now.

He sat up and proceeded to lift my red cotton-t shirt above my head revealing my perfectly round bossoms in a black lace bra. His eyes lit with fire and he swiftly and with ease unbuttoned and unzipped my black pinstriped skirt, like he'd done it before. I reminded myself, he probably had. He moved my skirt over my thighs and antagonizingly slow down my long, slender legs, brushing his fingers all the while.

I could barely take the foreplay.

Throwing the clothing aside, he looked down at my half naked body and smirked. RIP. My panties were flying across the room. I was too shocked to say anything about it, and much too shocked when my bra came off the same way.

He now looked down upon me, his gaze taking in my every womanly attribute. If it was possible, and I didn't think it was, his hardness grew harder against my sacredness.

He pulled off his shirt and threw it aside with no care, and hurriedly but gracefully stood up. His pants hit the floor, and then, oh gods, his boxers hit the floor.

Mouth agape, eyes wide, I stared in wonder and fury. How could someone be so perfect? What he did next was unexpected, and dare I say, godly.

He lifted my legs above his shoulders and licked the inside of my thigh. A single shiver ran up my spine, and before it hit the top, his mouth closed around my nub, and sucked...sucked hard. My hands flew to his hair, dug in, and grabbed, pulling his head further into my warmth.

His tongue worked its magic, softly masaging me and suckling my juices into his mouth. He dipped his tongue between my lips and ran it over my walls slowly, forcing me to let out a moan to relieve the pressure. He started to move in and out of me. I bit my lip, making it bleed. It was all I could do not to yell at his name in ecstasy.

He stopped abruptly gaining him a cry of protest from me.

But before I knew it, he was positioning himself over me. I didn't know if I was ready for this, but I lifted my ass off that couch and placed my hands on his ass and pulled him all the way into me. Having only had sex twice before, I was still extrememly tight, so it hurt a little, but when he started moving in and out of me slowly, it eased.

Before I knew it, I was digging my nails into his back and had my legs wrapped around his waist. I used my legs to push him faster and faster. Finally, I just flipped us, and rode his length as hard as I could. His face twisted into unimaginable pleasure. I placed each of my hands beside his head and arched my back hard into him pushing him so far in me, I thought I was going to burst. My walls started contracting, as a forceful orgasm took over my body. Waves, and waves of pleasure hit me, and my walls forced him to cum. He grabbed my ass once more that night and held me tightly against him as he came into me.

I collapsed on top of him, completely naked, and passed out.

The morning after was not pretty.

A/N: I know, I know..I don't write authors notes very often. I find that I suck at them (along with writing fanfictions). This chapter isn't quite as long as the other ones. Well, finally I have the internet back so hopefully I'll update a lot faster. Crosses fingers .