Disclaimer: If I owned the world of Harry Potter I would have Remus, Sirius, and Draco shackled in my basement for my pleasure. However I don't have a basement, thus I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N and Thanks: Greetings to all my darlings. So yeah, I blew my planned update. Sorry! On the plus side I did get this up for this weekend. I would just like to thank everyone that reviewed this story. It means a lot to me those of you that took the time to type me words of encouragement. Egads I'm getting sentimental, this won't do at all. So without further ado the last chapter of The Library.
Hermione was not having a good day! First she trips over Parvati's trunk which for some reason was in the middle of the floor. Then she had to hobble to the hospital wing only to find that Madame Pomphrey wasn't there. So now here she was late for Professor Snape's class and the only seat remaining was next to the prat she had kissed yesterday, it was a conspiracy. She shot a glare at the smirking git next to her and promptly proceeded to bang her head repeatedly on the desk.
"That will be 10 points from Gryffindor for being late to class and another 10 for disrupting the class. Now to continue, you have the rest of the class to brew your potions. Begin." Hermione glared at the hated Snape before reintroducing her head and desk a few more times.
Hermione perused the list of ingredients before going to the supply closet to gather the necessary ingredients. As she turned around she came face to chest with the cause of her inner turmoil. "What are you, my shadow?" Before he could even reply she had stormed back to her seat.
Draco calmly gathered his ingredients and returned to the flushed beauty awaiting him, in his perfect world anyway. "Ah, what's the matter my little pastry puff?"
"Okay I wondered before but now I know it, you are officially ill."
"I'm burning with need for you."
"I thought you were the sex god of Hogwarts how do you get that reputation with such lame lines?"
"So you've been pondering my expertise. Don't worry baby I'll take my time with you."
"Oh yes, I spend my nights just imagining all the wondrous things you could do to my body." And if she had given it a passing thought in between her mental bashing of her behavior the night before, well it was only between her and herself. She was taken out of her musings as she felt a hand brushing her thigh. "Remove your hand now, Malfoy."
"Why do you fight so hard? I'm attracted to you and you know you're attracted to me."
"Why can't you just accept that I don't want to give into you, just give up." Just then Snape's sinister voice cut through the air.
"Time's up. Bottle a vial of your pathetic attempts and turn them in. Turn in your essays as well."
Hermione gave out a smirk as she looked at Draco. "Wouldn't you know it saved by evil incarnate." Hermione quickly threw her things in her bag and headed for the door. She was made aware that Draco had followed her as she felt him smack her ass. She whirled around with a scowl on her face set to yell at him when she found Draco's lips on hers.
"I don't give up when pursuing something I want." He turned around and whistled a tune while he jauntily walked down the hall leaving a fuming Hermione to glare after him. She came to with a start and glanced at her watch. "Bollocks, I'm late again."
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Hermione let a sigh escape her as she entered the library. Throughout the day she had been besieged by Draco Malfoy. If he was in class with her, he sat as close to her as possible trying to cop a feel, at one point she had even felt phantom lips nibbling at her neck. She still hadn't figured out he had managed that one. As if that wasn't enough he had sent her naked pictures of himself at lunch. She was suspicious at Draco's tactic changes when at dinner he had only sent her a dozen long stemmed roses. Harry and Ron had given her suspicious looks and left the table saying, "give up your lollipops." Actually they were staring at the technicolor penguins dancing around Hermione singing, "we represent the lollipop guild" then stopped as they saw Harry and Ron and ran from the Great Hall. Hermione didn't know that though. All of this brings us to Hermione in the library who once again sighed as she sat down at a table. She then withdrew a sheet of parchment, a pot of ink, and a quill beginning a pros and cons list. Pro: Draco was her equal, thus a challenge. Con: Draco was a git. Pro: Draco was handsome. Con: Draco was a git. "Damn, I already have that one. Well there was also the fact that he was persistent, although if that's a pro or con I haven't the foggiest."
"Oh that's definitely a pro." Hermione scrambled to hide her list as she saw Draco leaning over her shoulder. She held her breath waiting to see what he would do in response. She exhaled shakily as he slid into the seat next to her. She gaped at him as she felt him turn her back towards him. She turned to ask him what he was doing when he once again turned her back towards him and felt his hands push her hair to the side as he rubbed the nape of her neck. "You're too tense Hermione, I'm merely helping you relax." She shivered as his hands brushed the sides of her neck before kneading the base of her neck. He leaned over her to unclasp her robe and then began to rub her shoulders and proceeded down her back. He lifted her vest slightly and tugged her shirt free of her skirt and pressed the base of her spine. Hermione tried to stifle a moan; she hadn't done him justice in her dream. His hands felt soooo much better than she believed possible. She tried to stop a groan of protest as his hands left her skin. "So what do you say Hermione?"
"I don't know." She gathered her things and headed towards the potions section. "Say I was to agree, would you be faithful to me?"
"Are you asking for a relationship, a monogamous relationship?"
"Yes, is that so hard to accept? I will not tolerate my boyfriend going behind my back." She was putting Most Potente Potions back on the shelf so Draco didn't see the evil grin on her face. That grin was absent as she turned back to him. Hermione sidled up to Draco and nipped his earlobe before purring in his ear, "Don't worry though you won't even think about straying."
Draco barely got out his, "Oh I won't" as she pressed a searing kiss to his lips. She leaned back into him as if to kiss him then straightened looking him deep in the eyes.
"You won't or I'll have to get out my whip and remind you with whom you belong." She grinned at the dumbstruck look on his face. "Come on Draco, we have the whole weekend together but right now we have an appointment in the prefect's bathroom." Draco's gaping mouth closed as he made quick to catch up to his vixen.
'Finally, I knew it would work. Although Hermione being a closet dominatrix, who knew. Now for me though. Oh my beauteous one, how I have longed for thee. Come to me my nubile potions book and together we will make many new editions. Her though that evil wench has to leave first.'
Madame Pince was shocked as she was expelled from the library. She picked herself up from the floor only to be met by the sight of slamming doors and the ominous sounds of a lock as she heard the strains of Reunited by Peaches and Herb.
El fin
So that's it, I hope you enjoyed the final chapter of The Library. On your way out please to leave a contribution in the little box. Or for those of you not familiar with Labyrinth, review please.