Hermione sat in Transfiguration between Harry and Ron, both of whom were using her as the resident note-passer. She was growing weary and increasingly pissed off every time she heard one of the boys' quill scratching on paper - it was quite distracting, and Hermione was trying to take notes during McGonagall's lecture on Human Transfiguration, which Hermione found vastly interesting.
"Hey Hermione, pass this to Harry, would you?" Ron muttered, jabbing her in the side with the folded parchment.
"No, I won't. I'm taking notes," Hermione whispered back through gritted teeth.
"Oh come on, she's going to harp on about this for days - "
"No, Ron."
"Hermione-"
"I SAID NO!" Hermione shrieked, slamming her palm on the top of the desk. She was seething now, and she didn't care that the entire class was staring at her, including Professor McGonagall.
"Miss Granger!" McGonagall snapped, "What, may I ask, does Mr. Weasley have to say that is so interesting?"
"Nothing, Professor."
"Do you find him more interesting than Human Transfiguration?"
"Definitely not," Hermione mumbled, glaring at Ron.
"Excuse me?"
"No, Professor."
"Then you won't mind writing me a two-foot essay on Human Transfiguration, will you?"
"No, Professor."
"Have it on my desk Wednesday morning or it's detention. Now, when transfiguring another person, you want to make sure you have absolute concentration..." McGonagall continued, scowling at Hermione every so often.
"See what you made me do?" Hermione growled to Ron when class was over.
"Me?" Ron squeaked, "I didn't make you do anything, Hermione."
"Yes you did! If you and Harry had been paying attention instead of passing notes about God-knows-what, I wouldn't have gotten into trouble! I never get in trouble in McGonagall's class, and now she's pissed off at me, plus I have that essay to do -"
"She never shuts up, does she?" Ron said loudly to Harry, who covered his mouth to hide his laughs.
"What was that?" Hermione furrowed her brows at Ron, setting down her bookbag.
"You heard me, didn't you?"
"Why don't you repeat it, Ronald?" Hermione narrowed her eyes as she rolled up the sleeves on her robes. Harry dropped his hand and tried to mediate the situation; he knew Hermione would wail on Ron - there were no teachers around and she had been very testy lately.
"Come on, you two. Can't you row later?"
"Oh, so you're on his side then!" Hermione said shrilly, turning on Harry, who jumped back. Ron gulped and backed against the wall.
"Look, Hermione, we were just - "
"Just what? I'm sick of your immaturity, Ron, and you too Harry! Honestly, you're seventeen years old, you'd think you would have actually grown a pair by now."
"Wait just a moment - "
"NO!" Hermione barked, shoving Ron, who had tried to protest. He stumbled backward and landed hard on the wall.
"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed, aghast.
"Oh back off, Potter," Hermione snapped, "you've never taken up for me before, so why start now?"
Harry said nothing.,
"Just like always," Hermione grabbed her bookbag from the floor and stalked away from the two boys to the end of the corridor. She fought back tears as she raced to the library; her place of solitude. She had just sat down when she heard him. Hermione knew he'd be there even before she had entered. She just knew.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Did someone hurt you?" Draco asked, sitting down beside her and touching her exposed arm. Hermione shuddered and shook her head.
"No, Harry and Ron are being gits - as always."
"You're too good for them, you know. I don't know why you put up with them."
"I guess I'm used to it by now," Hermione sighed. Draco cupped her chin and wiped away a trickling tear.
"You're too pretty to cry." Hermione blushed and looked downward. "What? I mean it." Draco captured her lips with his, pushing the books to the floor with one hand. Hermione giggled.
"You've gotten good at that."
"I've had practice."
Hermione straddled his waist, kissing down his neck. Draco groaned and pulled her closer, his hand roaming up her slender thighs and erotically carressing her inner thigh. Hermione moaned but was careful to keep it quiet as she fought with his tie. Draco felt the uncomfortable bulge pressing tightly against his pants, and as if in response, Hermione unzipped his fly and began to massage his erection. Draco tossed his head back in pleasure but didn't make a sound; Hermione silently wished she was as good as him when it came to keeping her moans from getting too loud.
Draco was never one for too much foreplay. Too soon for Hermione's liking, he had laid her on the desk and removed her panties. His hands inside her thin white shirt, she looked up at him with wide brown eyes, urging him on. Draco obeyed and thrusted inside her without mercy, causing Hermione to cry out loud. They both tensed at her scream, but when Madam Pince didn't come bustling around the corner, Draco thrusted again slowly. Hermione bit her lip and raised her hips to meet his, growing impatient: She hated when he teased her. Sensing her frustration, Draco pounded inside her fast and hard, Hermione writhing beneath him in passion. Finally, they both came simultaneously, giving Hermione one of the best orgasms she had ever experienced.
He collapsed on top of her, a sheen perspiration over his brows. Hermione wiped it away with her thumb, her chest heaving up and down beneath the Slytherin. The library was unusually quiet, even for a library, but the couple hadn't been disturbed, so there was no problem.
"I've always fantasized about shagging in the library," Hermione said suddenly. Draco looked up at her, eyebrows raised, and both began to laugh. "Well, I have! I guess all these books turn me on or something."
"Well, I know what to get you for Christmas then," Draco laughed, pulling up his pants and cleaning off the desk, which Hermione had already vacated.
"Have you ever thought about telling anyone about us?" Hermione asked, buttoning her shirt. Draco visibly tensed and halted putting on his tie. "S-Sorry," she mumbled, looking away.
"No, it's not that, it's just...well..." Draco walked over to her and held her close to his muscular body. "I want to, but we...can't. It's not a good idea. My father...well, he won't be too happy about it..."
"No, I understand," Hermione forced a smile and pulled back. She gathered her things and kissed him quickly. "I won't tell anyone."
"It's our dirty little secret," Draco said in a singsong voice, "no one has to know."
"Yeah...I know...I have to go though. Homework and stuff. Bye," Hermione turned on her heel and all but ran from the library, feeling like she was being cheated. How was she to know if it was more than just sex? What if he had told his friends, and was bragging about screwing Know-It-All Granger - the untouchable virgin?
I won't worry about that now, Hermione thought as she entered the Common Room, I'll just worry about that essay.
But, unbeknownst to Hermione, someone was standing in the library in utter shock. Their mouth was agape, and the site before them had burned a hole in their brain.
Someone had seen Draco and Hermione.
