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I have searched both far and wide
and I've explored the deepest caverns of my mind
to try and find an explanation why
I get this funny feeling deep inside
when you kiss me goodbye
and when I lick between your thighs

-Coyote Shivers

What nerve. I can't believe that just went down, Hermione thought, and then smiled to herself at the choice of words. God, if only he wasn't such a great fuck. Or if only he wasn't such a bastard. Disgruntled by her contrasting opinions, she walked on. After carefully weighing out Malfoy's personality versus his sexual adeptness, Hermione came to the conclusion that it had mostly been worth it. In fact, she thought, I would ride that another time.

As Hermione hurried on she checked her watch. She should have been in room an hour ago. Ron and Harry would surely be missing her. Sure enough, they were there waiting for her when she came through the door.

"What happened? Did you forget about us? You know I need help with my…." Ron trailed off at the sight of Hermione's wet hair. Damn, she thought, I forgot to use a drying spell. I need a cover. Thinking fast she told the bemused boys, "Oh, yes, my hair. Well, it was that rotten Peeves. I was just coming out from the meeting, which ran late," she added to cover further, "when out of nowhere he dumped a bucket of water on me!"

"Well, then, why aren't your robes wet?' asked Harry, always observant.

Hermione laughed, albeit a bit nervously. "Oh I dried those already, but I didn't really care that much about the hair. I mean, you two are the only ones who will be seeing me tonight." That seemed to satisfy her inquisitors, and with that they sat down to practice reconfiguration charm.

Meanwhile, Draco was still laying in naked on his bed, just as confused as Hermione had been. On one hand, he couldn't believe he had stooped so low as to fuck a muggle born. But on the other hand, well, just the thought of her riding him like a fury, it was enough to stir some action into his nether regions. He had had his share of witches, but most of them had been too self conscious to throw him around and mount him for a change. He found it to be a rather erotic switch. And what was the harm, really? No one had to know. He seriously doubted anyone would believe it if they heard it anyway. The head boy and the head girl? Who were from different houses? Who hated each other? No way. Malfoy smirked as he got up and walked to the shower. This might be an interesting year after all.

The next at breakfast, no one seemed to notice the fleeting glances being exchanged across the hall by Malfoy and Hermione. They ranged from lustful, to hateful, to hungry, to come hither. It drove both parties wild.

"Come on Hermione," said Harry, "I can't believe you're dawdling so much."

"Yeah. Usually you're the one who is pulling Harry and me toward first class," added Ron.

"Oh, right, of course," Hermione said distractedly. She snuck one last look at Malfoy, a seductive one, she hoped, and walked out of the hall.

Malfoy watched her get up and leave, and followed suit. He had been itching to do this since that previous night. He deftly followed her and her friends towards the front entrance—they all had Care of Magical Creatures. Thinking quickly, he flicked his wand and Hermione shoe laces both came untied. She tripped over them, and Malfoy saw Harry and Ron swoop to help her up. He heard her say, "No, go on ahead, I'll catch you up. We're already late. These laces seem to be in knots." He smirked as the two boys walked on.

Hermione stood up finally from tying her shoes, only to feel a tight grip on her arm and found herself being pulled into a spare classroom by a seemingly eager Draco Malfoy.

They both apparently had the same idea, because neither one lost time in ripping off the other's clothes. Before long, they were on top of a large desk, panting heavily. Hermione had one leg over Malfoy's broad shoulders, and the other wrapped around his hips. She was feeling every thrust and loved feeling Malfoy's engorged penis inside of her. The rush was amazing.

Malfoy had been only momentarily surprised when she had flung her leg up. He soon found that this allowed him to move from side to side a little as he pumped, driving her wild and simultaneously permitting him of feel her all around him. They reached the edge and went over it, collapsing in a sweaty heap on the desk.

"You're fucking amazing," breathed Draco.

"You fuck amazingly," responded Hermione with a satisfied smile. Then she added, as an afterthought, "But I still can't stand you."

"Hey, ditto that, babe. But I figure, we don't have to like each other to fuck each other."