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Title: Leather, Libraries and Lust (NAME CHANGED FROM AMOUR!)
Rating: R
Author: basium
Chapter: 4

WARNING This chapter, much like this whole story, contains R rated substinence. If you don't like it, please become friends with your Back button.

On with the R RATED show.

Hermione had just finished up hall duty for the night. She took over Malfoy's shift as a request from Dumbledore for missing the previous night. Tired and exhausted, she just wanted to go to sleep.

Saying the password and stumbling sleepily into the common room, Hermione threw her bag by a small table and trudged towards her room. She noticed someone on the couch and, turning around, found a snoring Malfoy sprawled out on the dark fabric.

"He looks so different," she mumbled to herself, "almost… angelic, sleeping there."

She tilted her head to the side, studying his facial features for quite some time. His soft blonde hair fell lightly onto his pale forehead, which slowly moved with his breathing. His one arm was sprawled over the back of the couch; the other over his stomach. Not wanting to disturb him, Hermione finally tiptoed past him and into her room to change.

After changing and washing up, the Gryffindor took her stress pill and made her way back out into the common room to check on Malfoy, who was still sleeping. He really did look angelic; his usual Malfoy smirk removed from his face and replaced with a slight smile.

"Well I can't just leave him there…" Hermione said to herself, and did some quick thinking. She moved quietly over to him and tapped him lightly on the arm, backing up quickly to see if he moved. He didn't. Hermione sat down on the coffee table behind her and tapped him again – nothing. She moved herself forward so her face was above his, her hair slightly brushing his face, and tapped him once more.

The waves were crashing on the edge of the pale beach. I lay there in the sand, soaking in the sun's warm rays, my eyes lightly closed. The day had been perfect. And as the sun set now I began to drift off to sleep, the sand hot underneath me.

Suddenly I felt a tapping on my arm. I attempted to ignore it, but to no prevail; I was tapped two more times. On the last annoyance I opened my eyes and saw a beautiful woman standing over me.

"Hi there, Draco…" She said dreamily. I felt my pants tighten and I wished for her to come closer. She did, leaning in, her soft hair brushing on my face.

"I missed you, Draco…"

I leaned in and kissed this woman passionately on the lips.

Malfoy's eyes opened immediately. There, hovering over him, was an incredibly shocked Hermione, her fingers brushing her lips lightly. She had an odd look on her face, which suddenly changed as she leaned in.

"Oh no…" Malfoy managed to say, before Hermione set her lips delicately on his.

Hermione's head was completely blank. She had hovered there for a moment after being kissed by Malfoy, obviously unintentionally, and suddenly an odd but familiar feeling washed over her. The butterflies had returned, and were edging her on. She leaned in and kissed Malfoy, softly at first, but increased her pressure as she attempted to straddle him.

"Granger, no!" she heard Malfoy say, and felt him attempt to break the kiss. She wouldn't have that. Finally gaining a comfortable straddling position, she pushed him back down on the couch. His soft lips, oh so inviting… Hermione had one word pounding repeatedly in her ears with her heartbeat.

Sex. Sex. SEX.

Malfoy struggled under the unbelievably strong Gryffindor on top of him. This was too soon! The lust pill was supposed to work in steps, not all at once! He had to get her off of him, for her sake and his.

He pretended to snake his hands around her back, getting her excited. But then he changed his tactic and pushed her up off of him with one fair swoop, and she tumbled backward on the couch.

Both members stopped moving and stared at each other, breathing heavily. Hermione snapped back to reality and put her hand up to her forehead, searching around for answers to why she had just done such a thing.

Malfoy was speechless. He couldn't tell her about the pill now… or could he? That was the only explanation he could offer her. Why not just tell her now and get it over with? There wasn't much she could do about it… The pill would run its course and be over with. She couldn't do anything about it.

Except hex Malfoy into oblivion…

"Listen, Hermione-" he started, but was interrupted.

"No, don't… I'm sorry…" she mumbled, frantically looking around the room.

"Don't be; listen – It's my fault."

That seemed to grab her attention. "Wha? No it isn't."

"Yes – yes it is. I switched your pills, I-" Malfoy stopped, afraid he was going to have verbal diarrhea.

"You what?" Hermione said, removing her hand from her forehead and straightening her back.

"I-I switched your stress pills…"

"You switched them? To what exactly?" Hermione was becoming red in the face. Malfoy backed up a bit.

"Well, er… lustpills," Malfoy mumbled, the last two words strung together quietly.

"Hmmm?"

"lustpills"

"Sorry, I didn't quite hear that."

"LUST PILLS!" Malfoy exploded, and whisked into his room, slamming the door.

"You have got to be kidding me."

Hermione paced her room silently, a million thoughts going through her head. Lust pills? How could he? She felt violated, unclean. Something had to be done. There was no way Malfoy would get away with this.

She debated storming into Malfoy's room, confronting him and jumping him. Bugger! Correction, only confronting him. I'll jump him tomorrow night. But she changed her mind and decided to take a bath instead.

As the warm water flowed over her body, Hermione attempted to relax and sort things out. So she was poisoned, big deal! The pill would wear off. She would just tell Madam Pomfrey and all would be well. But then why did she have a twinge of guilt whenever she thought about telling her? Tattling on Malfoy had to be one of the better things in life. But Hermione suddenly didn't want to tell. Maybe it was the pill, maybe it was her own mind, but she wanted to keep everything secret; let the pill run its course and be over with.

Hermione had another thought. How far did the pill take things? Would she have to sleep with Malfoy? She didn't want her first time to be pressured or planned. Not planned like that, at least. As much as she hated to admit it, she had always wanted the Knight in Shining Armour scenario. She had never really had a true boyfriend; there was Krum, and a Muggle boy in the summer, but none of the "relationships" had lasted nor meant anything. Hermione wanted someone to come and sweep her off her feet, and love her for what's behind the bushy hair and brilliant mind. Someone to fall madly in love with, the kind of floating-heart-swept-off-feet-never-coming-back-down love.

On the other hand, there had always been thoughts in the back of her mind of just a one-night fling. One night of passion. However, these thoughts had never seen daylight and, Hermione had figured, never would. Who knew now, though, with the pill in play? If this pill did take things to home plate, then it would be just a one-night stand. Nothing more, nothing less. And Hermione would lose herself to none other than Malfoy. Bloody hell.

One thing was for certain – Hermione would be taking no more of those pills. What if she became even more infatuated with Malfoy with every dose? No. She would stop taking them and lie to Madam Pomfrey. Hermione cringed at the thought. I hate lying to authority…

Malfoy had stormed off into his room and immediately stopped. Why had he felt so bad telling her about those damned pills? He would have never dreamed of having such a good opportunity to get back at the Mudblood for upstanding him all those years. But he now felt suddenly afraid of her, like she would tear him to shreds if he provoked her. This was ludicrous – he, Draco Malfoy, afraid of a Mudblood. He would just have to toughen up; maybe pick on ol' Scarhead for a few days.

Then a thought occurred to him – he would be busy for the next few days. Hermione would still be on the lust pills, and they would just have to run their course – right into Malfoy's bed. Oh bloody fucking hell. Things couldn't be worse. And Pansy was mad at him after the fiasco last night; there was no chance he would be seeing her for a while. Malfoy just wanted things to be back to normal, and soon, before the whole school knew Granger was going to be sleeping with Draco Malfoy.

Bloody hell.

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