A/N: Ok, I believe this is a semi new chapter...its been available on my website, but not on here, I don't think. I hope that you enjoy it, and hopefully I will have Chapter 12 out soon. Please read and review ^_^
Rating: R
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Chapter 11
Draco came back to his senses to find himself intertwined with Granger, whose head had fallen back to rest against the thick books behind her. A smile quirked his lips as he realized that in their eagerness they hadn't even bothered to find a table or even a chair. Her legs loosened slightly from where they were clenched around his waist, and he lowered her so that she was standing once more.
Her eyes fluttered open as her feet came in to contact with the floor, and red tinged her cheeks as she realized that her legs were still looped loosely around his. She moved back slightly, brushing her tousled hair back to her face.
For a moment the two of them just stared at each other. Both of them still had their shirts hanging open, and Draco's pants were still half up, half down. Around them the library was very quiet, and as he gazed at her, Draco knew somehow that Granger was silently praying that he wouldn't mention how she had practically thrown herself at him.
Then a grin spread across his face, and he stooped to pick up something that was lying on the floor next to her feet. As he handed Granger her panties, Draco raised his eyebrow slightly.
"This seems to be becoming a habit with us," he said softly.
He watched in delight as she coloured with embarassment and jerked them from his grasp. It was obvious that she remembered clearly how he had also given them to her at the end of her last encounter, when she had almost rushed out and left them behind. Realizing her state of undress, she hastily fumbled behind her, refastening her bra and then fiddling with her buttons.
Draco watched her with amusement for a minute, then pulled his pants up over his slim hips. After doing up the fly and refastening them, he began working on the buttons of his shirt. He didn't take his eyes off of Granger, enjoying the sight of her skin before it was concealed from his eyes once again. She then began trying to smooth her hair, which was still tousled, back from her face.
"You won't be able to run away so quickly this time," he said finally.
Her head jerked up and she stared at him. Her brown eyes were slightly larger than usual, her fair skin still flushed in the aftermath of what they had shared. Brown hair that gleamed slightly in the faint light coming from the lights of the library, fell in soft tousled waves around her, framing her face.
Did she have to look so damn sexy all the time, Draco wondered to himself. Usually after he had slept with a girl the appeal that she held for him physically diminished considerably. More than one girl had observed a sharp decline in Draco's attentions to her after they had had sex for the first time. He was aware that this left them confused and upset, but frankly he didn't care. If they didn't appeal to him, why should he continue to waste his time with them? The majority of them didn't appeal to him at all mentally, and once their bodies didn't stir him, he wasn't going to stick around. He had better things to do. Or people, for that matter.
But now, as he stared down at Granger, who looked as if irritation was setting in as she realized what he had meant by his statement, he was facing something new. He was still attracted to her. Attraction wasn't quite the word, he corrected himself. He wanted her, plain and simple. If he didn't think that it would be a waste of time to try and coax her back out of her perfect white blouse, he'd be doing everything in his power to have those long legs of hers clamped around his waist once again.
"What do you mean by that?" she finally replied, tossing back her hair from her shoulders as she spoke, obviously giving up on smoothing it down.
"I mean," Draco said slowly, "That this time you can't go running back to your house like last night. We've still got awhile to spend here with your beloved books," he finished mockingly, gesturing at the watch that was still fastened around her slender wrist.
Hermione's mind raced as she glanced down at her watch. Sure enough, Malfoy was right - they had another good three quarters of an hour to spend in the library before they could leave and not risk getting detention from McGonagall.
"Fuck," she muttered, then her head shot up just in time to see a delighted smirk spreading across Malfoy's face.
What was wrong with her, she wondered desperately. First she threatened Malfoy with her wand, then she had sex with him during detention. Then after they were both blackmailed as the result of that, she proceeded to practically throw herself on him in the middle of an argument!! And now here she was swearing, when she was well known for reprimanding the other students when they cursed.
"Look, just...dust the shelves, ok Malfoy?" she finally said quietly, lifting her hand to rub her forehead as she did so. She could feel a headache beginning to build behind her temples.
"Of course," he replied just as softly.
He turned to the shelves opposite to where she was standing, scooping up the grey dusting cloth and running it across the polished wood of the shelf. Hermione watched him for a moment, scarcely able to believe that he was letting her off so easily.
Then, "I'll just continue with what I was doing before you....got other ideas," Malfoy added. The amusement and delight could be clearly heard in his deep voice.
Hermione turned to face the shelves directly behind her and for a moment allowed her forehead to rest upon one of the thick bindings of the old magical tomes.
Lifting her head, she ran her gaze along the spines of the books. As she forced her mind to take in the letters and numbers written on each book, one thought ran through her head.
Things couldn't get any worse.
But then again, she had thought that once before. And look where that had lead her.
The next day dawned bright and beautiful at Hogwarts. It was one of those warm, sunny, gorgeous fall days that most people treasure, knowing that all too soon the cold weather of fall and winter will sweep in from the north. The warm morning sun crept across the vast green lawns that surrounded Hogwarts, creeping up the old stone walls to shine in the window of one of the dormitories.
Hermione was roused out of her deep, thankfully dreamless sleep by the touch of warm morning sunlight on her eyelids. She opened her eyes slowly, squinting for a few minutes against the piercing rays of the sun. Then she sat up in her warm bed, staring out of the window with a smile on her face. The sky was a beautiful, clear blue, with just a few traces of puffy white clouds. Hermione loved days like this.
Then in a sudden rush, the events of the day before came flooding back into her mind. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, her head falling back. After a moment she opened her eyes once again, staring up at the canopy of her bed. No amount of wishing was going to make what had happened go away, it appeared. She flopped back down on to her pillows with a deep sigh.
"Hermione?" a soft voice came from the other side of the bed, where the hangings were still pulled closed.
Hermione reached over and pulled the open to find Lavendar standing at the side of her bed.
"You're not up yet?" the other girl asked in surprise. "You're going to miss breakfast if you don't hurry up, you know. Parvati and I already ate."
Hermione groaned before hopping out of bed.
"Accio uniform!" she called hastily, then groaned as her uniform came zooming toward her. She had many different sets, and they were all flying towards her. She grumbled in frustration as they fell into a heap on her bed, then dug through and found what she had been planning to wear that day. She began pulling it on, glaring at Lavendar, who was watching her in amusement. As she toppled over onto the bed while struggling to pull on the ridiculously high socks they were forced to wear, Hermione hoped desperately that the rest of the day would go peacefully.
It was with an increased awareness that Draco watched Hermione Granger hurry into Potions, accompanied by Potter and Weasley, as usual. He had seen her come into breakfast late that morning. Pansy Parkinson had also noticed, wondering aloud in her shrill voice if Granger had already started studying, and had overslept. Her feeble attempt to make the other Slytherins laugh had failed miserably, Draco alone had got a small smile on his face.
He hadn't found Pansy's joke funny for the reasons she hoped, however. No, Draco had found the joke amusing because he knew that if Granger was tired, it was certainly not from studying too much. He wouldn't be surprised if she was tired. He doubted that Granger was used to having the safety of her precious Muggle parents threatened and then having passionate sex with the son of the man who could hurt those same parents very severely - all in the same day. Such activities would make anyone tired. And Draco actually rather liked the idea that he was part of the reason Granger wasn't getting much sleep.
Granger wasn't wearing her robes, no doubt because of how warm it was. Even down in the dungeons, which were usually cooler than the rest of the castle, it was really too warm to be wearing heavy robes like the ones the students all had. Her long slender legs were bare underneath her skirt, and the prim blouse that she was wearing only served to cling to every curve she had. Looking around, Draco noted with amusement that he was not the only male in the dungeons that day to be noticing Granger.
Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas were both watching Hermione admiringly from their desks. Weasley, Draco noticed, had fallen back behind his best friend just far enough to get a good view from behind. He smirked to himself. Well, the Gryffindor guys could sit and stare all they liked, but he was certain that they would never know Granger the way he did. He knew more about every inch of her sexy body than they ever would, and he seriously doubted that any of them would ever feel those long legs that they were ogling clamped around their waists the way he had only the night before.
He noticed Granger looking over in his direction even as Potter said something to her. Unable to resist the opportunity, Draco ran his gaze deliberately up and down her body. Then he winked at her in much the same way he had only five days before, on Platform Nine and Three Quarters. He watched in delight as pink rose to her cheeks, holding her gaze with his own before she finally looked away as Potter tugged at her elbow impatiently.
He leaned back in his desk, stretching his legs out lazily before him. This would still be a good year. As soon as this stupid mess with Filch was out of the way, everything would go back to normal. He would see Potter humiliated, and not only that, but he would continue having wild, passionate sex with the Golden Boy's own best friend. Oh yes, this would be quite a good year indeed.
Hermione scowled to herself as she sat down across from Harry. He had apparently given up on trying to talk to her, as he was turned around in his desk talking to Ron. Just as well, she thought. She didn't mean to ignore her best friend, but the thoughts of what had happened the night before were still fresh in her mind. And then the way Malfoy had looked her over when she came in! He should be glad that neither Ron or Harry saw him wink at her, she thought to herself, ignoring the little voice in the back of her head that was telling her that she hadn't really minded being winked at, had she?
She looked up as Snape came in, for a moment taking pleasure in the disappointment that crossed his face as he spotted her, Ron and Harry. They had long ago learned to avoid being late to Potions at all costs - Snape was all too eager to deduct points from Gryffindor, especially because of Harry Potter or his friends. The greasy haired professor wasted no time, running through the role call and then starting in right away on the night's lesson. Hermione sighed as she opened up her books, pushing all thoughts of her problems with Draco Malfoy out of her head. The last thing she needed was to have the threat of failing her year hanging over her head, along with everything else.
Rating: R
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Chapter 11
Draco came back to his senses to find himself intertwined with Granger, whose head had fallen back to rest against the thick books behind her. A smile quirked his lips as he realized that in their eagerness they hadn't even bothered to find a table or even a chair. Her legs loosened slightly from where they were clenched around his waist, and he lowered her so that she was standing once more.
Her eyes fluttered open as her feet came in to contact with the floor, and red tinged her cheeks as she realized that her legs were still looped loosely around his. She moved back slightly, brushing her tousled hair back to her face.
For a moment the two of them just stared at each other. Both of them still had their shirts hanging open, and Draco's pants were still half up, half down. Around them the library was very quiet, and as he gazed at her, Draco knew somehow that Granger was silently praying that he wouldn't mention how she had practically thrown herself at him.
Then a grin spread across his face, and he stooped to pick up something that was lying on the floor next to her feet. As he handed Granger her panties, Draco raised his eyebrow slightly.
"This seems to be becoming a habit with us," he said softly.
He watched in delight as she coloured with embarassment and jerked them from his grasp. It was obvious that she remembered clearly how he had also given them to her at the end of her last encounter, when she had almost rushed out and left them behind. Realizing her state of undress, she hastily fumbled behind her, refastening her bra and then fiddling with her buttons.
Draco watched her with amusement for a minute, then pulled his pants up over his slim hips. After doing up the fly and refastening them, he began working on the buttons of his shirt. He didn't take his eyes off of Granger, enjoying the sight of her skin before it was concealed from his eyes once again. She then began trying to smooth her hair, which was still tousled, back from her face.
"You won't be able to run away so quickly this time," he said finally.
Her head jerked up and she stared at him. Her brown eyes were slightly larger than usual, her fair skin still flushed in the aftermath of what they had shared. Brown hair that gleamed slightly in the faint light coming from the lights of the library, fell in soft tousled waves around her, framing her face.
Did she have to look so damn sexy all the time, Draco wondered to himself. Usually after he had slept with a girl the appeal that she held for him physically diminished considerably. More than one girl had observed a sharp decline in Draco's attentions to her after they had had sex for the first time. He was aware that this left them confused and upset, but frankly he didn't care. If they didn't appeal to him, why should he continue to waste his time with them? The majority of them didn't appeal to him at all mentally, and once their bodies didn't stir him, he wasn't going to stick around. He had better things to do. Or people, for that matter.
But now, as he stared down at Granger, who looked as if irritation was setting in as she realized what he had meant by his statement, he was facing something new. He was still attracted to her. Attraction wasn't quite the word, he corrected himself. He wanted her, plain and simple. If he didn't think that it would be a waste of time to try and coax her back out of her perfect white blouse, he'd be doing everything in his power to have those long legs of hers clamped around his waist once again.
"What do you mean by that?" she finally replied, tossing back her hair from her shoulders as she spoke, obviously giving up on smoothing it down.
"I mean," Draco said slowly, "That this time you can't go running back to your house like last night. We've still got awhile to spend here with your beloved books," he finished mockingly, gesturing at the watch that was still fastened around her slender wrist.
Hermione's mind raced as she glanced down at her watch. Sure enough, Malfoy was right - they had another good three quarters of an hour to spend in the library before they could leave and not risk getting detention from McGonagall.
"Fuck," she muttered, then her head shot up just in time to see a delighted smirk spreading across Malfoy's face.
What was wrong with her, she wondered desperately. First she threatened Malfoy with her wand, then she had sex with him during detention. Then after they were both blackmailed as the result of that, she proceeded to practically throw herself on him in the middle of an argument!! And now here she was swearing, when she was well known for reprimanding the other students when they cursed.
"Look, just...dust the shelves, ok Malfoy?" she finally said quietly, lifting her hand to rub her forehead as she did so. She could feel a headache beginning to build behind her temples.
"Of course," he replied just as softly.
He turned to the shelves opposite to where she was standing, scooping up the grey dusting cloth and running it across the polished wood of the shelf. Hermione watched him for a moment, scarcely able to believe that he was letting her off so easily.
Then, "I'll just continue with what I was doing before you....got other ideas," Malfoy added. The amusement and delight could be clearly heard in his deep voice.
Hermione turned to face the shelves directly behind her and for a moment allowed her forehead to rest upon one of the thick bindings of the old magical tomes.
Lifting her head, she ran her gaze along the spines of the books. As she forced her mind to take in the letters and numbers written on each book, one thought ran through her head.
Things couldn't get any worse.
But then again, she had thought that once before. And look where that had lead her.
The next day dawned bright and beautiful at Hogwarts. It was one of those warm, sunny, gorgeous fall days that most people treasure, knowing that all too soon the cold weather of fall and winter will sweep in from the north. The warm morning sun crept across the vast green lawns that surrounded Hogwarts, creeping up the old stone walls to shine in the window of one of the dormitories.
Hermione was roused out of her deep, thankfully dreamless sleep by the touch of warm morning sunlight on her eyelids. She opened her eyes slowly, squinting for a few minutes against the piercing rays of the sun. Then she sat up in her warm bed, staring out of the window with a smile on her face. The sky was a beautiful, clear blue, with just a few traces of puffy white clouds. Hermione loved days like this.
Then in a sudden rush, the events of the day before came flooding back into her mind. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, her head falling back. After a moment she opened her eyes once again, staring up at the canopy of her bed. No amount of wishing was going to make what had happened go away, it appeared. She flopped back down on to her pillows with a deep sigh.
"Hermione?" a soft voice came from the other side of the bed, where the hangings were still pulled closed.
Hermione reached over and pulled the open to find Lavendar standing at the side of her bed.
"You're not up yet?" the other girl asked in surprise. "You're going to miss breakfast if you don't hurry up, you know. Parvati and I already ate."
Hermione groaned before hopping out of bed.
"Accio uniform!" she called hastily, then groaned as her uniform came zooming toward her. She had many different sets, and they were all flying towards her. She grumbled in frustration as they fell into a heap on her bed, then dug through and found what she had been planning to wear that day. She began pulling it on, glaring at Lavendar, who was watching her in amusement. As she toppled over onto the bed while struggling to pull on the ridiculously high socks they were forced to wear, Hermione hoped desperately that the rest of the day would go peacefully.
It was with an increased awareness that Draco watched Hermione Granger hurry into Potions, accompanied by Potter and Weasley, as usual. He had seen her come into breakfast late that morning. Pansy Parkinson had also noticed, wondering aloud in her shrill voice if Granger had already started studying, and had overslept. Her feeble attempt to make the other Slytherins laugh had failed miserably, Draco alone had got a small smile on his face.
He hadn't found Pansy's joke funny for the reasons she hoped, however. No, Draco had found the joke amusing because he knew that if Granger was tired, it was certainly not from studying too much. He wouldn't be surprised if she was tired. He doubted that Granger was used to having the safety of her precious Muggle parents threatened and then having passionate sex with the son of the man who could hurt those same parents very severely - all in the same day. Such activities would make anyone tired. And Draco actually rather liked the idea that he was part of the reason Granger wasn't getting much sleep.
Granger wasn't wearing her robes, no doubt because of how warm it was. Even down in the dungeons, which were usually cooler than the rest of the castle, it was really too warm to be wearing heavy robes like the ones the students all had. Her long slender legs were bare underneath her skirt, and the prim blouse that she was wearing only served to cling to every curve she had. Looking around, Draco noted with amusement that he was not the only male in the dungeons that day to be noticing Granger.
Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas were both watching Hermione admiringly from their desks. Weasley, Draco noticed, had fallen back behind his best friend just far enough to get a good view from behind. He smirked to himself. Well, the Gryffindor guys could sit and stare all they liked, but he was certain that they would never know Granger the way he did. He knew more about every inch of her sexy body than they ever would, and he seriously doubted that any of them would ever feel those long legs that they were ogling clamped around their waists the way he had only the night before.
He noticed Granger looking over in his direction even as Potter said something to her. Unable to resist the opportunity, Draco ran his gaze deliberately up and down her body. Then he winked at her in much the same way he had only five days before, on Platform Nine and Three Quarters. He watched in delight as pink rose to her cheeks, holding her gaze with his own before she finally looked away as Potter tugged at her elbow impatiently.
He leaned back in his desk, stretching his legs out lazily before him. This would still be a good year. As soon as this stupid mess with Filch was out of the way, everything would go back to normal. He would see Potter humiliated, and not only that, but he would continue having wild, passionate sex with the Golden Boy's own best friend. Oh yes, this would be quite a good year indeed.
Hermione scowled to herself as she sat down across from Harry. He had apparently given up on trying to talk to her, as he was turned around in his desk talking to Ron. Just as well, she thought. She didn't mean to ignore her best friend, but the thoughts of what had happened the night before were still fresh in her mind. And then the way Malfoy had looked her over when she came in! He should be glad that neither Ron or Harry saw him wink at her, she thought to herself, ignoring the little voice in the back of her head that was telling her that she hadn't really minded being winked at, had she?
She looked up as Snape came in, for a moment taking pleasure in the disappointment that crossed his face as he spotted her, Ron and Harry. They had long ago learned to avoid being late to Potions at all costs - Snape was all too eager to deduct points from Gryffindor, especially because of Harry Potter or his friends. The greasy haired professor wasted no time, running through the role call and then starting in right away on the night's lesson. Hermione sighed as she opened up her books, pushing all thoughts of her problems with Draco Malfoy out of her head. The last thing she needed was to have the threat of failing her year hanging over her head, along with everything else.