Hermione

Hogwarts

December 28th 1996

"I actually came back to get a book this time," Hermione told Draco, turning her face into his as he lazily kissed the sensitive part of her neck.

"Mhhhh" he responded, lips muffled against her neck. He flicked his tongue against her skin, snaking his hands around her waist, pulling her backside into him.

Despite the pleasant distraction, Hermione was determined to get her book.

With Draco still doing everything in his power to make her forget all but her name, she tried to covertly lean over the bookshelf to grab the book that she did in fact, come to get. But the movement pushed herself into him more firmly, making him twitch. In response, he nipped at her neck, biting her skin enough that she knew she'd need a glamour charm before they went back to Theo and Luna.

"They're going to start getting suspicious," Hermione spoke softly, even though she did not want him to stop. She had managed to pluck her book from the shelves, so he could commence with doing whatever it was he saw fit.

Draco let out a light laugh and turned her to face him, angling her body up against the book stacks behind her. He gave her an appraising look before speaking.

"No they won't," he decided.

With that being settled in his mind, he moved his body back into hers, finding her lips with his, and with his spare hand, plucked the book out of her hand.

Hermione tried her best to get the book back from him while maintaining their embrace. She could feel his lips turn up into a smile against hers as he kept the book out of her reach.

"Come on Granger, there is plenty of time for studying later," he suggested gruffly, their faces only inches apart.

Her eyes flicked first to the hand holding the book, then back to his piercing eyes that were drinking her in.

It wasn't even a competition. With a huff, she threw her hands up to his face, pulling him forcefully into her, abandoning her pursuit of the book.

This back in forth in the stacks had been their routine for the past few days, and it was working out beautifully for them. In fact, Hermione was becoming increasingly comfortable with their arrangement that she had to regularly remind herself that this was all suppose to stay secret.

"They will figure it out," Hermione reiterated gently as she kissed him.

Draco brushed his thumb against her cheek as he opened his mouth to hers, lazily enjoying a deeper kiss.

"Draco," Hermione whispered with a smile, parting again. He looked at her with an amused smirk, getting a kick out of her wariness.

"They're too preoccupied with each other," he offered flippantly, his hand now straying towards her hair, gently moving a loose strand out of her face.

Hermione's insides stirred at his brazen cockiness. She would need to be studied one day so they can find out how something she previously found so detestable, was now irresistible to her.

"Be logical," Hermione tsked him, pushing down those burning feelings while at the same time trying to put a fraction of an inch between them. That was a fruitless effort and he only pulled her closer, his grin growing wider at her worrying.

Seeing that her clinical pout did not falter, his hands fell down to her shoulders and he steadied her in front of him.

"What we need to be worried about is what we'll do when everyone gets back," he said, sounding practical if not a bit sad.

At that, Hermione's lips curved into a devious grin. She reached out to his waist and pulled him into her.

"I actually thought of something," she told him, her brow lifting in a show of confidence.

His smile matched hers, "of course you have."

He leaned down, cupping her face lightly in his hand, and directed her to him.

Hermoine's hands worked their way up to the nape of his neck, running her fingers through his hair, enjoying the stolen moments alone with Malfoy.

Slowly, his hands that had rested on the small of her back began to move methodically, lingering just on the edge of her backside, then hovering over the exposed skin by her hip.

His deft fingers played at the hem of her pants. Periodically, they would dip slightly under the fabric, skimming her exposed skin, lighting a fire over every inch of her that he touched.

For the past few days, Hermione had developed a theory that Draco was holding back physically, perhaps for her sake.

Which was absurd because without a fraction of a doubt she wanted more as well.

Every moment he explored her skin, or mouth, or neck, it firmed her belief that she was desperate to push the bounds of their relationship further.

Hermione pulled back from Draco, finding his eyes heavy and lust filled. His fingers moved knowingly along the skin just under the hem.

Hermione leaned over to where Draco had placed her book, plucking it back with a flourish, tucking it into her chest.

"I'm going to go back out there," Hermione began as formal as if she was about to start a lecture. Draco pulled her closer in protest. "I'd like to feel as if I've made some progress on Thatcher's method over break…"

Draco yanked the book out of Hermione's hand and for the first time looked at it. "You've been studying Thatchers?"

"Yes," she huffed, trying to get the book back. He kept it just high enough to where she couldn't reach it.

"I'm an expert at Thatcher's. You should have just asked me," he responded cooly, handing her the book back. She gave him an incredulous look.

"You're joking," she doubted, but he just smiled.

"MacArther theory for wordless magic is useless. I heard that was the method in Flitwicks curriculum, so I went ahead and learned Thatcher's over summer holiday," Draco explained airly. "And yes, yes, I was able to do magic outside of school because of my disgustingly connected family, so you can save your breath on that."

She wanted to give him a hard time about his privileged upbringing, but decided instead to just be impressed by his abilities.

"Thatchers isn't easy," Hermione said in a low tone, putting one hand around his neck, puling him down seductively as she lifted onto her toes. She lingered the softest kiss against his lips once she reached him, then pulled away. "I'm impressed"

Before he could say anything else, Hermione turned, making her way back to the study tables where Luna and Theo were. At the end of the aisle she turned and looked at Draco once more.

He stood there arms crossed, body angled up against the book shelf taking her in with a hungry gaze. Feeling embolden, she returned his look with a coy smirk.