A/N: I don't own Harry Potter.

Warning: this has lots of smut. you've been warned.

What Boredom Can Lead To

I guess I'll be spending a lot of time with Malfoy. Hermione sighed as she walked out of the Potions classroom. I guess I'll go find him after dinner, or maybe I'll talk to him about it during rounds.

Hermione quickly walked up to the Head's dorms to change before meeting Harry and Ron In the courtyard. Hermione, undoubtedly had gotten Head Girl, and the only thing to put a damper on how excited she was, was Head Boy. It was Malfoy of course, no surprise there, since he was indeed 2nd in their class. What Hermione hated most about that little fact there, was that traditionally Heads had to share the Head's dorm. They both despised living with each other, naturally.

After Hermione had finished changing, she threw her hair up into a messy half ponytail and surveyed her self in the mirror.

"Not bad," the mirror complimented, eyeing her outfit, "throw on some lip gloss and you're good to go."

"Thanks," she replied, feeling slightly awkward that she was talking to a mirror. She grabbed some lip gloss and her sweatshirt on her way out and headed out to the courtyard.

"Hey guys!" She called when she saw Ron and Harry waiting for her as they talked adamantly about Quidditch.

"Hey Mione!" Harry said, "What do you guys want to do this afternoon?"

"Well actually guys. I have to go owl Malfoy about our project, and I wanted to run down to the kitchens and see if Dobby could whip me something up for later cause Ginny's coming over after rounds," Hermione smiled apologetically, "Sorry guys, I just wanted to run down here and tell you so you wouldn't be worried."

"Don't worry about it, we'll catch you after tomorrow, since you'll probably want to do homework after dinner," Ron grinned, he knew her well, "Oh, what time are you meeting Ferret face anyways?"

"We'll probably just talk about it during rounds or something," Hermione said, "Don't worry guys, if he tries anything you'll be the first to know, but I'll hex him into next year if he does try something."

"That's our Mione," Harry said fondly.

"Well, I must be off. See you boys later!" She gave each a quick hug, and walked off humming.

She went up to the Owlery still humming and wrote a quick note.

Malfoy

We'll talk about the project during rounds. Think of ideas.

-Hermione

She signed off with a flourish and then sent it off with a small tan owl. Now that that's done, time to get some food. She giggled at the thought of sitting on her bed with Ginny eating ice cream and while listening to Ginny gossip about the latest fashion.

Hermione had loosened up over the years, even though she was still very studious and had to help the boys with their homework, she had learned how to have some fun, and take a break from school.

Dobby was more than happy to whip up a bunch of snacks, and after thanking him, she shrunk the food and went back to her dorm.

-----Later that day during Rounds-----

"Granger, you're here, good. I almost thought you were going to be late," Malfoy said lazily, leaning against a wall.

"Of course not, I always try to be punctual," she said, walking up to him him. God, if he wasn't so pompous and arrogant, and just Malfoy, he'd be pretty damn hot! What the hell am I saying? Well he is indeed Malfoy: pompous and arrogant, and so I guess I don't have to worry.

"You would, wouldn't you," Malfoy drawled, "So I assume you already did half our project?"

"No, I'm not doing it alone," Hermione glared at him, "I don't feel like talking about that damn project anyways."

"What? Mudblood Granger doesn't want to talk about homework? Are Potty and Weasel getting into your head?" Malfoy taunted.

"Shove off, Malfoy," She said seething, trying to keep her cool. They walked in silence. Rounds were slowly becoming more boring than ever.

"I'm bored," Hermione announced.

"And you think I care?" Malfoy glared at her.

"No," she said simply, "Let's play a game."

"Granger, I don't have time for your silly little games," Malfoy snapped.

"Well obviously you do. There's still an hour and a half of rounds and we have nothing else to do," Hermione smirked, "Let's play Truth or Dare."

"What the bloody hell is that?" Malfoy said annoyed.

"It's a muggle game," Malfoy rolled his eyes, "And you either pick truth or dare. For truths, you ask the person a question, and they must tell the truth, and for dares, you dare them to do something."

"Sounds easy enough," Malfoy said, not really interested.

"Okay, rules. No sexual dares. And whatever we do has to be in truths and dares. You'll see. It's easy," she explained.

"Sexual dares? Like I would want to do sexual dares with you anyways," Malfoy muttered.

"Likewise. I'll go first," She said brushing it off, "truth or dare?"

"Dare," Malfoy said.

"I dare you to be civil and not call me Mudblood for the rest of the night," she said smirking.

"Hmmph, fine," Malfoy huffed, "truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Are you a virgin?"

"Of course," she rolled her eyes.

"What, you mean Weasel hasn't gotten into your knickers yet?" He smirked.

"No, he's like a brother, and incest's wrong. And some of us have higher morals then others. Whatever, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Why do you despise me so much?"

"Because you're a Mu-" Hermione stared at him, "Muggle- born."

"So?"

"So you wouldn't understand. Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to…" he looked around thinking, "…take off your knickers."

"Okay," she said pulling off her jeans and her knickers and handing them to him. Thank Merlin for my cloak.

"Higher morals, eh?" Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, piss off. At least I'm not shagging every girl beyond fourth year," she shot back before muttering under her breath, "Man whore."

"Not my fault none of the girls here can resist my sexy charm," he gave her a sexy smirk, "But I'm not a man whore, I'm the Slytherin Sex God."

"Right, what ever lets you sleep at night," she rolled her eyes again, "Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to try me, explain to me why you hate me, why I 'wouldn't understand'," she said sarcastically.

"Because you're a muggle born!" He exclaimed, sounding rather annoyed. Hermione tapped her foot impatiently, "Because I'm better than you. You're a fuckin'g muggle born for Merlin's sake! Yet you're better than me at everything! You shouldn't be! And plus, why the bloody hell should I be civil to you? I've got a reputation to uphold here, Granger."

"Of course! I should have known, if anyone found out that you were being slightly civil to the Mudblood bitch it would get back to Daddy! And we wouldn't want that now would we? Because Malfoy has to be just like his father," Hermione retorted, knowing it would push his buttons.

"You know NOTHING about my father. Granger, I could tell you stories about my father that would make your bush of hair poof into one a ball of frizz, more than it already is!" Malfoy said icily.

"I know your father is a ruthless, cold heartless Death Eater who will use the Unforgivables without a second thought about it. And you're exactly like him!" she hissed.

"FUCK GRANGER! I don't want to be like my fucking father," Malfoy spat out the word with distaste, "You know nothing about me. Stop making so many bloody assumptions. If you took any fucking time to learn something about me, so you can be more of a bloody Know-It-All, then you would realize that-"

She cut him off, "WHY THE FUCK, YES. I SAID FUCK. Stop looking at me like I'm fucking insane. Why the fuck would I take the time to learn something about you? For the last 7 years all you've done is make my life bloody Hell! You're a bloody git! It's like your life goal is to make me miserable. Are you having fun yet? But for someone who hates me so fucking much, you seem to talk/think/bash me all the time! So THANK YOU for making me the CENTER OF ATTENTION FOR THE PAST SEVEN BLOODY YEARS. What? Do you LIKE me or something? NO, that couldn't be!"

Hermione Granger had snapped. She was absolutely livid. Seven years of hatred came pouring out of her. She was trembling with hate but with in a minute, she was moving strong and fast. She lunged at him. He grabbed her wrists trying to stop her from plowing him down, but her force unbalanced him and he flew backwards. She landed, straddling him punching him with her fists, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I.-punch- H-H-HATE. -punch- YOU."

Fuck, what the bloody hell am I supposed to do with a crying girl who absolutely hates me. Malfoy couldn't handle it all so he simply said, "Yes."

She stopped a minute and looked at him, "Yes, w-w-what?"

"Yes, I like you, okay?" He said, surprisingly calm. He picked her up with strong arms and set her down beside him, "Now are you done beating the shit out of me?"

"Yes," She had stopped crying and looked down, "I'm sorry."

"Good, now I can do this," he pulled her into his lap and gave her a gentle kiss. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't pull back. What the fuck is wrong with you Hermione? Five minutes ago you hated his very existence, and now you're kissing him! Shut the hell up. She went back to the task at hand, kissing Malfoy. She had to admit, he was a good kisser. He ran his tongue against her lower lip, begging for entrance. Her lips parted and her hands flew up to his hair. His left hand slid down to her sweatshirt and started to unzip it.

"Malfoy, we can't do this here," she said, breaking the kiss.

"It's Draco dammit! There's a little alcove that leads to a room up the corridor a bit," he said standing up still holding her.

"Take your whores there often, Draco?" She raised an eyebrow, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Don't ruin the moment, Hermione," He said taking her to the alcove. The small room was furnished with a king sized bed, in Slytherin colors of course, and a desk with a lamp.

"This is my little hideout, to get away from it all for a while," he told her laying her gently on the bed, "I won't be able to stop once I start, you seemed so keen on hating me earlier, you sure you're not going to regret this later?"

She could nod, pulling him down by his tie and attacking his lips. He scooped her up and set her in the center of the large bed. He set to work on ravishing her lips, and the rest of her body. He pinned her to the bed hovering over her using his forearms to prop himself up. His hand slid down again to her sweatshirt unzipping it fully and helped her out of it, not once breaking the kiss. As much as she loved the tongue massage, she needed some air. She gently pushed up to her side and sat up. He ran his hands up and down her sides, stopping at her breasts and cupping them gently. He brushed his thumbs against her nipples through the fabric and she trembled. There was a growing sensation between her legs, she ached, yet tingled at the same time. His hands left her breasts and she sighed, but reached down and peeled her shirt off of her. Her green bra didn't support her breasts for long as Draco lazily undid the clasp and threw it aside. Hermione's hands automatically flew up to cover her self, partly because she was embarrassed, but also because goose bumps had swept over her body. Draco gently pried her hands away from herself and kissed her.

"I'm sorry, they're not very big…" Hermione started. Draco glanced down a second and studied them. They weren't very large, but they were perky and round.

"Hermione, it's okay. I think they're perfect," he said reaching up and pulling the hair tie out of her hair, watching it fall in waves, "you're gorgeous."

He started tracing lines down her neck with a light feathery touch, following up with small kisses. He found her sweet spot right in the nook of her neck and nipped it playfully. She moaned with delight. His fingers made little swirls on her breasts and slowly his mouth made his way down to each one, kissing and nipping them both. She moaned again, and he smirked.

"More, Draco. Don't stop," she breathed heavily. His hands had crept down to her naval and she squealed at his sensitive touch. He looked up at her and grinned. He placed a trail of small kisses down her stomach and swirled his tongue in her naval, liking the response he got. His hands had reached the hem of her pants and he started to unbutton them.

"Wait, Draco," she stopped him. He looked at her confused; didn't she say she wanted this? "Don't give me that look, I still want you. I just think it's a little unfair that I'm half way undressed and you still have everything on."

She was sitting up again, and was running her hands up and down his chest. Grinning devilishly she bent down and grabbed his shirt by her teeth and teased it slowly up his body. She pulled it off and threw it with the rest of her clothes.

"Bloody tease," he muttered. She giggled, marveling at his toned chest, Thank Merlin for Quidditch! Her gaze traveled down and she eyed the noticeable bulge in his pants. She smirked knowing it was all for her, and reached down to fondle it.

"Hermione…" he growled warningly and grabbed her arm. She looked up worried, "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, it's just if you keep that up I'll come, and I don't want this to end here," he explained, before kissing her again. Suddenly, Hermione gave a sexy little smirk and bounced off the bed. She turned around and faced him. Running her hands down her body, she decided to give him a little show. She stopped at her pants and sexily eased out of them, revealing a satin green thong. Draco had to control himself from coming right there. She kicked her jeans off to the sides, and crawled onto the bed wantonly. She pushed him down and straddled his thighs, dangerously close to the bulge in his pants. She set to work on kissing, licking, and nipping every inch of his luscious chest. She watched his reactions and listened to see what he liked and didn't. He moaned and fondled her breasts as she tweaked and nipped at his nipples. She kissed each and every ab and blew into his naval, grinning sexily at him. She pulled off his pants while running her hands down his legs in the process, and threw them over her shoulder. But before she got to tend to the growing tent in his green and silver silk boxers, he flipped her over. He started at her thighs this time, gently prying her legs apart, kissing up her inner thigh but passing her wet center and down her other inner thigh.

"Draco…" she whined.

"Wait baby, just wait," he said huskily.

He settled his hand between her legs and rubbed her center with his whole hand a few times. She shivered again and moaned in pleasure. Lying between her legs, he blew kisses and licked her folds with a painstakingly light touch. Hermione couldn't think. She could only feel the pleasure building, moaning and writhing underneath him, squealing his name. In the midst of it all he had slid his tongue into her center and swirled it around a couple times. That did it; she flew over the edge on a high rivaling an acid trip. She shook the whole bed as she said his name in a high pitched shrill. When she finally gained awareness she looked up at him. He smirked as he ran a finger down her slit and sexily stuck it in his mouth, sucking off her juices.

"Heh, heh, heh. Time to return the favor," she breathed in his ear.

"As much as I would love that, I'd rather be inside you, love," he pushed her back down gently and positioned himself at her entrance, letting them barely touch

"Are you positive you want this? I'll go slowly to start out, but it will probably hurt alot, it gets better though, I promise," he said when she nodded, and muttered a quick contraceptive spell before inching his way in. He reached her barrier and kissed her before breaking through. I don't care if it takes all your strength and then some, Draco, you're going to wait until she tells you to go. He reminded himself. Tears streamed down her face and she bit her lip at the pain, but it slowly disappeared with pleasure and need taking its place.

"Go, Draco," She smiled as she shifted. He didn't have to be told twice. He started pulling out and thrusting back in slowly, letting her find a rhythm. As her second climax slowly built she met him thrust for thrust.

"Oh, Draco, harder, faster," she choked out between ragged breaths. She wrapped her legs around him, allowing to him to go deeper, "Oh, oh, oh, that's it, right there, keep going, don't stop, never stop."

He obliged her wishes, thrusting in and out furiously; the green satin was soaked with sweat and Hermione's juices. He could feel her getting close.

"Are you close, love?" he asked to make sure.

"Oh god yes," she moaned again.

"Truth or dare Hermione?" he asked. Hermione tried staring at him, but found she couldn't as she kept moaning and trembling.

"Dare."

Snaking his hand between them, he rubbed at her clit, "I dare you to be my girlfriend."

"YES!" she screamed as she flew over the edge for a second time. Feeling her tighten and writhe under him, he lost it and thrust into her a few more times riding his climax.

Exhausted he rolled off so he wouldn't crush her, and tried to steady his breathing.

"Did you mean it?" she asked timidly, still shaking with release.

"Mean what?" He said slyly, toying with her.

Rolling her eyes, she leaned over and punched him playfully, "You asked me to be your girlfriend, did you mean it?"

"Hey hey, don't abuse me, or you won't be getting anymore of those mind blowing orgasms," he mock scolded, "and yes, I meant it, and was your yes just a cry in the throes of passion or did you mean it?"

"Of course I meant it," she said, hugging him, "OH SHIT! What time is it? I was supposed to meet Ginny after rounds. Oh well, she can wait a bit longer I suppose."

He grinned and captured her in a gentle, passionate kiss.