First up, double advance potion. Slytherin and Gryffindor. How typical. Malfoy strolled in late by five minutes as always, giving a lame excuse of needing to go to the toilet. Truth being that he was kind of stuck in the broom closet with a sixth year Slytherin. He was, of course, excused and went to sit beside Granger.

"There are seats elsewhere too, you know," Hermione questioned without even looking at him.

"I'm aware."

"Why here then?"

"Furthest from Snape."

"I thought you like him."

"Wrong. He likes me."

Thirty minutes passed with no more exchange from the duo. Out of the blue, Draco spoke again.

"Blaise wants to go after you.'

"He has good taste."

"Are you saying that you are a good catch?"

"Better than you would ever be."

"I would beg to differ. And many ladies can prove that."

"But Blaise is not gay right?"

She won. Hands down. He thought she might freak out and all, but it seems like she is more mature than he thought.

The day passed with nothing more that is worth mentioning. They both went to their respective house common rooms to catch up with their friends. Hermione return to their common room at around 9pm to see Draco sitting by the fireplace reading the Transfiguration textbook.

"Surprise surprise… All mighty Draco Malfoy actually studies."

"How do you think I beat everyone else in the level to be second?"

"I don't know…buy your way through?"

"You think Dumbledore would allow that?"

Speechless. Hermione has no comeback to that. To avoid more humiliation, Hermione starts to walk to her room, only to be stopped by Draco's voice.

"Blaise asked me to pass you this." Draco produced a letter in his outstretched hands.

"What's that?"

"Candy." Sarcasm dripping all over his voice.

Hermione took over the letter and opened it. A distinct smell of cologne filled her nostrils. She coughed.

"I forgot to remind you. Blaise has this weird habit of spraying cologne on his love letters. Apparently, he thinks that it is rather charming and sexy. I told him not to, but I guess he didn't heed my advice."

Hermione did not respond to that. She felt that there was no need to. Extracting the letter from within the envelope, she discovers a silver necklace with silver cross as a pendant. The letter was highly hilarious though. Mushy words and fluffy quotes punctuates mediocre English standard. This guy seriously needs help.

Hermione tilted the envelope to extricate the necklace and threw the letter and envelope into the flames of the fireplace. She walked towards Draco, whom she promptly realized was clad only in boxers, and dangled the necklace in front of his face. Draco looked up from his book.

"May I help you? Or are you trying to hypnotize me into shagging you senseless?"

"Tell this friend of yours that I am not interested in him and if he ever wants to write a love letter again, he should employ someone to do it for him. You should also remind him that the usage of cologne on love letters is asinine."

Draco took the necklace from Hermione and said," Sure."

Hermione retired to bed early that night and she made sure she locked the door to prevent the repetition of last night. She snuggled under the covers and fell asleep almost instantaneously.

Hermione awoke to feel someone trying to pull her pajama pants off. She tried to move but was horrified by the fact that all four of her limbs were bounded by magic and wouldn't bulge.

Lifting her head slightly she sees a familiar shade of blond hair. She shouted to get his attention. Nothing. She tired again. Nothing. She screamed at the top of her lungs. She figured that if she couldn't wake Malfoy, she would wake the teachers instead.

Her pants were pulled off her. She panicked. Malfoy's head lowered to disappear between her legs. Then she felt it. Hot tongue on her genital area through her lacy underwear. And it felt nice to her. Really nice in fact. A chilly air passes over the wet fabric when Malfoy retracted his tongue. Then the warmth returned. And left. And returned. Hermione couldn't help but relish in the maddening effect of the fluctuation of temperature around her genital area. It made her hot and caused her heart to beat faster. Strange noises emit from her voice box and escape her mouth to the air even with strong protests from her brain. The wet fabric was pulled aside by Malfoy's finger and his tongue reached out to brush her clit. That earned a gasp from Hermione. Then it brushed her again, from a different angle. Every lick was a new experience for Hermione as different angles produce different effects. When Malfoy have gone through the whole round, Hermione had groaned, shout, moan and rolled her eyes back into her head a couple of times. All thoughts of protest and seeking help abandoned.

The magical tongue entered her. Hermione's eyes widen and rolled back. The feeling was entrancing, for lack of a better word. Licking started from the left of her vagina and moved to her right. When it reached the roof, Hermione was already writhing and moaning helplessly. She thought that that was already the best that he could achieve, that was before he hit the G-spot with a come hither motion with his tongue. She screamed. She could feel something building in her and it seemed urgent to release it. All these emotions were new to her. She never got this close with a man. Short waves of pleasure wash over her every time Malfoy hit a sensitive area, and that was pretty frequent, for his skills were phenomenal, even when he was asleep. It makes Hermione think about what he could do when he was conscious. That thought didn't stay long for Malfoy has replaced his tongue with his fingers.

Pumping at a steady speed of two thrusts per second, Hermione could feel that her release was near. Malfoy slowed and gave deeper thrusts instead. The strength and speed starts to fade as Hermione was nearly over the edge. The tension in her body loosens as the stimulation waned. She was so near to orgasm, but she didn't experience it that night. Malfoy fell asleep with his fingers still in her while she lay awake, unable to move.

how is it?