Oh gosh, it's an update! I apologize for not updating for so long, especially when I updated M&M like...seven times lol.
I just want to say that please remember that I'm only 19 guys, not even a sophomore in college yet haha. Meaning, I'm not a perfect writer, but then again, I never claimed to be. Nor do I want to be. Surprise, surprise, I don't want to be a writer guys and it's a bit presumptuous to assume that every FF author does. So when people tell me that I should "stick to FF", it kind of makes me go "huh?", because I had no plans to go outside of FF or Wattpad (yes, I have a wattpad). So throwing how much you know about writing or your amount of degrees in it in my face means nothing to me because I don't want to be a writer. I'm a Marine Bio major lol. Nothing to do with writing at all. This is merely a hobby, one I get nothing but pure pleasure and excitement out of. I write because it's something that I love to do, but I have no desire to make a career out of it. Therefore, it kind of takes the fun out of it when people try to make it seem like I want to be the next J.K. Rowling or L.J. Smith. I'm just a regular girl who loves to write.
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Hermione could hear a bird chirping outside on the balcony. That was the very first thing that she noted as she began to awaken. A sudden sense of déjà vu struck her as all of her senses and awareness came back to her, allowing her to feel the silk sheets that were draped over her naked body. Once Hermione slowly opened her eyes, she understood why she had the sudden feel of déjà vu. Although, unlike the last time she had woken up in this position, she remembered everything.
She blinked, taking in the familiar room before turning her head towards the balcony doors. It was quite early, tiny rays of sunlight slowly beginning to bleed into the sky. It wasn't much light, but she didn't need much to identify the person beside her whose arm was casually draped over her stomach.
She turned her head to the left and stared into the sleeping face of one Draco Lucius Malfoy. His mouth was slightly parted, faint breaths escaping his lips as he slept. He was lying on his stomach, the sheets barely covering his lower half, his toned back on full display. Hermione swallowed before closing her eyes, eyebrows furrowed. A wave of shame crashed into her as she thought back to last night's events.
...
Hermione stared into the darkness in shock at what had just happened. Her lips still tingled and her body was practically on fire from the intensity of the kiss. Her eyes were trained on the doorway in which he had just disappeared and Hermione currently found herself at war. She did want him…that much was obvious by now, so there really was no use in denying it.
But it was just supposed to be a onetime thing, she thought. Hermione couldn't dare let herself get caught up with the likes of Draco Malfoy. Sure, they had called a so called truce at the beginning of the school year, but that and…this were two very different things. Hermione shook her head and hopped off of the desk, righting her clothes and trying to tame her hair. No, she was not going to go after him.
Blaise had gotten expelled and although she would be giving up her position as Head Girl for a month, her life was finally getting back on the right track. Even though she was at odds with Harry and Ron, Ginny was finally looking, and hopefully feeling, much better. Things were looking up, so why in the world would she screw it up by consenting to have sex with Draco again? Even going as far to participate in this silly game he was trying to play?
Still, as Hermione was smoothing out her skirt, she found herself glancing up at the doorway again. She scoffed, looking away and shaking her head again in disbelief. She wanted him, very much so, much more than she was willing to admit. Why? What was it about him that made her act so uncharacteristically? She had wanted Ron once, but it hadn't felt like this, so why? Hermione exhaled, deciding to analyze that later. Right now, she needed to make a decision.
You've already made your decision remember? She nodded in agreement at her thoughts. Right, she had made her decision. She wouldn't go after him…she couldn't. She exited the empty classroom and prepared herself to go left, heading towards the dorm. Why not?
She came to a halt, her hand leaning against the wall. It's…wrong, she thought as a response. It was wrong…right? It was bad enough that she had done it once, but to do it again? If it ever got out…she'd be the laughing stock of the entire school. She could just hear the whispers now. Besides, Harry and Ron would be furious. They'd…
Hermione suddenly blinked, a sudden feeling of realization washing over her. She wanted to do this. This was something that she wanted to do and everyone else in the school did what they wanted all the time. Hell, Parvati had slept with Ron, fully knowing the extent of Lavender's feelings for him. Why was it that everyone else did whatever the hell they wanted to do while she was constantly worried about the approval of others?
She genuinely wanted to have sex with Draco again and there was nothing wrong with that. Besides, it's not like anyone would ever find out anyway. They wouldn't be hurting anybody like Ron and Parvati had done or like Harry had done to Ginny. No one would know. With her mind made up, she turned right and walked into the darkness.
...
Hermione opened her eyes, heaving a quiet sigh before reaching down and gently gripping his hand. She slowly lifted it, careful not to wake him as she rolled out of his reach. She slid out of the bed, crouching on the floor as she heard him groan, followed by the sound of movement. She stood, relieved to see that he had just rolled over onto his back.
Hermione paused to stare at him as he slept, tempted to just get back in bed and not have to deal with what had happened. When Draco was sleeping, he didn't look so mean, so…intimidating. Hermione suddenly shook her head, forcing herself to turn away.
She spun around, eyes roaming around the room, searching for her clothes. Her shoulders sagged as her eyes finally landed on what was left of her uniform. She reached down, picking up her skirt and frowned; it was completely ripped. Her shirt fared no better and Hermione realized that she would definitely have to remedy her wand situation as soon as possible.
Hermione rifled through his clothes and was grateful to find a simple t shirt that wouldn't make it obvious that it wasn't hers. She hurried towards the door before looking back, relieved to find him still sleeping. She had just barely opened the door before she quickly shut it, a bit louder than she wanted to. Her eyes were wide and she wasn't surprised when she heard him loudly groan. She could hear him patting the bed, feeling for her, no doubt.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Hermione closed her eyes, forcing herself to ignore the way the husky sound of his morning voice made her feel. She spun around, back against the door.
"The replacement Head Girl is already down there," she whispered.
"Give me a minute. I was abruptly forced to wake up…," he mumbled.
Hermione opened her eyes, looking away at the sight of his bare chest as he pushed himself up to lean back on his elbows. His eyes were just barely parted and his pale hair was sticking up all over the place.
"She's already down there," he repeated, yawning.
"Yes. Fay Dunbar. She's sitting on the couch, probably waiting for me or you or something," Hermione quietly hissed.
Why was she there so early anyway? Fay Dunbar was a good student, yes, but to be at the Heads' dorm this bright and early? That was a bit extreme, something Hermione was sure she wouldn't even do. Unless of course, Fay wanted to impress someone…
Hermione's eyes slowly slid to Draco just as he exhaled, running his hand through his hair, dragging the other down his face. He looked at her, blinking a few times, before frowning. He stared at her like that for a painful amount of time, making Hermione quite self-conscious. She reached down, tugging on his shirt just as he tilted his head and asked:
"Is that my shirt?"
Hermione huffed before pointing at her destroyed uniform, letting him know that she fully blamed him for that. Draco followed her line of sight before chuckling.
"Oh…right," he said with a smirk.
She avoided his eyes as he turned to face her.
"I'm going through the bathroom. Deal with her," Hermione replied.
She had just barely made it to the door before she was harshly stopped, his arm snaking around her and forcing her to face him. She swallowed as he backed her up against the door, not even questioning how he had gotten out of bed so fast. She glanced away from his piercing eyes as he tilted his head down. He clearly didn't like that as he reached up and grabbed her chin, tilting her head up.
"You're not regretting last night, are you?"
Hermione wanted to regret last night, Merlin knows that she did, but she just couldn't find it in herself to. Was she a bit ashamed about what she had done? Of course, but she definitely wouldn't go as far to say that she regretted it. Hermione shook her head, looking away again once she realized that he was naked. It was almost as if he read her mind.
"Are you really bothered by me, right now, Hermione? You shouldn't be after last night," he said with a smirk, leaning in.
This seemed to snap Hermione out of whatever daze she was in. She finally got her bearings and brought her hand up so that his lips were pressed against her palm instead.
"Just because I don't regret what happened, doesn't mean that I'm eager to hop into your bed whenever you feel like it. Now, as I said earlier, deal with her. I'll be out soon."
And with that Hermione had entered the bathroom, closing the door in his face.
"Well, you know, I just wanted to be punctual."
"It's barely seven in the morning. Punctual is a bit of an understatement, don't you think?"
Hermione listened to their conversation as she hurried to get dressed. The irritation in Draco's voice was quite clear and she was kind of relieved that Draco's line of thinking coincided with her own. Of course, Hermione knew that she wasn't the only one gunning for Head Girl, but Fay's eagerness was a bit…concerning. For Merlin's sake, Hermione hadn't even gotten her things yet.
"Well…I always wanted to be Head Girl. Naturally, Granger got it…no surprise there…"
Did Hermione detect a bit of bitterness? Hermione rolled her eyes at herself. What a stupid thing to ask. Of course, Fay would be a bit put out that Hermione had gotten the position instead of her.
"You must be glad that you'll get a break from her these next few weeks," Fay said.
Hermione paused, frowning. What was that supposed to mean?
"Whatever do you mean," Draco quietly asked.
Hermione slowly straightened up, recognizing that tone all too well. She stared at her door, almost trying to see through it as Fay continued, oblivious to Draco's change in attitude.
"It's…Hermione Granger. Come on, Malfoy, you know exactly what I mean. She's this self-righteous, insufferable know-it-all. She sits up on her high horse, looking down her nose at anyone she deems to be less intelligent than her which, probably in her mind, is basically everyone," Fay said with a chuckle.
Hermione tried to ignore the slight sting she felt as Fay's words reached her ears, but it was kind of hard to. Draco didn't respond and Hermione could just imagine the tension on the other side of that door. Hermione took this opportunity to exit her room, the sound of her door opening drawing attention to her. Fay's eyes were wide, clearly surprised to see her.
"Oh! Granger…I didn't think that you were here," Fay said with an awkward chuckle.
"Really? What would make you think that," Hermione asked, walking down the stairs.
"I checked your room when I came in. I guess you must have been in the bathroom-"
"Why were you checking her room?"
They both turned to look at Draco at his sudden question. Hermione gave him a look, but he ignored her, instead leaning his hip against the couch, arms folded over his chest. His hard eyes were trained on the brunette sitting on the couch, his gaze absolutely piercing.
"I was looking for her," Fay answered, visibly uncomfortable.
"Ever heard of knocking?"
"I did-"
"So you just barged in," he firmly stated, interrupting her.
"Malfoy," Hermione reprimanded, taken aback by his behavior.
What the hell was wrong with him? Draco simply shrugged, pushing away from the couch.
"Just curious…"
Hermione sighed before turning to look at Fay.
"Fay, why don't you go ahead and take your things up there? I apologize, I'm a little bit behind this morning, but I should be out of your hair within a couple of hours," Hermione said.
Fay seemed more than eager to not only get inside the room, but probably away from Draco as well. Hermione rounded on him as soon as the door closed.
"What is wrong with you?"
Draco chuckled, leaning against the wall before shaking his head at her.
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? That girl doesn't like you," he said, nodding towards her room door.
"And? This might come as a shock to you, but not many do," Hermione said.
"Did you hear what she said?"
"As a matter of fact, I did. Correct me if I'm wrong, but it was barely a month ago when you felt the same way. You probably still do, no amount of sex is going to change that."
"You're completely missing the point. She wants your Head Girl position. This is like Christmas to her," Draco said.
"Draco-"
"She's practically dying to know why you're being relieved of your duties. Believe me when I say that she's going to take advantage of this as much as she possibly can. I wouldn't be surprised if she tries to make this a permanent situation," Draco said.
Hermione sighed, glancing over her shoulder at her door.
"I'm not saying that I don't believe you, and I promise that I'm taking you seriously, but I just think that you're being a bit paranoid. It's perfectly understandable after everything that has happened," Hermione replied.
"That's what gets me, Hermione. You'd think that you would be too because of everything that has happened. Are you forgetting why we're in this situation to begin with?"
"No, I haven't, thank you very much. I'm just saying that we can't be immediately suspicious of every single person that waltzes into our lives. We'd be looking over our shoulders for the rest of the year. I just think that we should give her the benefit of the doubt," Hermione said.
Draco slowly exhaled before lowering his arms and walking towards her. Hermione stood her ground as he stopped in front of her, looking down his nose at her. When he spoke, it was very quiet, unnervingly so.
"Are you forgetting what happened the last time you decided to give someone the benefit of the doubt?"
Hermione sharply inhaled, eyes widening.
"How dare you," she quietly hissed.
"How dare I? How dare you? That's your problem, Hermione. You're too nice. You let people walk all over you," he said.
"That is not true."
"Isn't it, though? You let Potter in here after what had happened between the three of you. How you could even talk to him is beyond me," he replied.
"Don't talk about things you don't understand," she snapped.
"Oh no, I understand perfectly. You like to believe that deep down, everyone is good, and everyone will do the right thing in the end. Guess what? That's not true, princess. Maybe Weasley didn't make a mistake. Maybe he's just an asshole. Maybe Potter isn't really sorry. Maybe he just feels obligated to apologize because he doesn't want you to have a life outside of them. Maybe Fay Dunbar didn't show up early because she wanted to be punctual. Maybe those things she said about you weren't harmless jabs. Maybe, just maybe, she actually hates your guts and would like nothing more than to take away something that's very important to you," he ranted.
Hermione let out a humorless chuckle.
"What else could I possibly expect from you? Behold, the view of the world from the mind of a Slytherin. Believe it or not, some people do have good intentions. Now, I'm not saying that that's the case for Fay, but I'm not going to burn her at the stake just yet because you think she's out to get me."
"That kind of thinking is exactly why Weasley has been able to worm his way back into your life every single time. I'm almost positive that this time is going to be no different. You let him walk all over you, it's like your resolve completely disappears," Draco hissed.
"Funny, I didn't hear any complaints about my lack of resolve last night," Hermione spat.
Draco paused, blinking, before a smirk grew over his lips.
"Heh. Fine. Trust the bitch then, but I won't," he said with a sneer, brushing past her.
"So it is true. Zabini is expelled…," Lavender quietly repeated to herself.
Hermione tugged the arms of her sweater further down to cover her hands. It was quite chilly outside, but not biting enough to make the weather unenjoyable. Since Blaise would no longer be a problem, Hermione had finally decided to tell Lavender everything. She would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous for Lavender's reaction.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Lavender turned to look at Hermione and Hermione glanced away from the accusing look in Lavender's eyes.
"Believe me, I wanted to. However, the only reason you were ever even in this mess in the first place was because of me. I thought that by telling you, it would put you back on his radar and I felt guilty enough as it was," Hermione said.
Lavender blinked, slowly shaking her head in disbelief.
"It's just so…surprising. I never in a million years would have thought that… All because Draco got Head Boy instead of him? That's absurd," Lavender spat.
Hermione shrugged, agreeing.
"That's what he said. Although, part of me feels like there's more to it, but I guess I'll never know."
"I can't even imagine what you had to put up with. At the Halloween Ball, I thought that the two of you… You did say it was complicated. I never would have guessed that he was blackmailing you. I really wish that you would have told me," Lavender whispered.
"I know."
"What was he blackmailing you with," Lavender suddenly asked.
Hermione swallowed, briefly closing her eyes. She had hoped that Lavender wouldn't ask that. Of course, Hermione realized, that would be too much to ask for. Apparently, Hermione didn't respond quickly enough.
"You've told me everything else. This is where you draw the line?"
"Lavender, I can't. It's not important, anyway," Hermione lied, brushing it off.
"It's clearly important enough if Blaise was able to blackmail you with it," Lavender replied.
Hermione turned to face her, looking her in the eyes.
"No. Okay? I'm sorry, but no."
Lavender clearly understood the seriousness of it by the conviction in Hermione's words, so she nodded, albeit reluctantly.
"Okay. I didn't mean to be pushy about it. You can tell me whenever you want to, if you ever want to. Just promise me, that next time something like this happens, you'll tell me," she proposed.
Hermione gave a half smile.
"I promise."
"Good. You don't have to fight alone, you know. You have me…and Malfoy," Lavender said with a slow smile, bumping Hermione's shoulder.
"What?"
Lavender gave her a look.
"Hermione, come on. He warned you and warned you about Blaise. He risked getting into so much trouble by beating the crap out of him for you. Now, my brain may not be as big as yours, but if there was a class on boys and their behaviors, I'd get an Outstanding."
Hermione shook her head, brushing Lavender's words aside.
"No. Blaise and Malfoy had been at odds for years. That blowup was a long time coming, believe me. I had nothing to do with it," Hermione replied.
"Speak of the devil…and he shall appear," Lavender suddenly said, her attention on something else entirely.
Hermione looked up to see Draco walking across the school grounds. He was in a rush, clearly late for something as he briskly made his way across the courtyard. Almost as if he had heard them, he glanced up, briefly catching Hermione's eyes.
Hermione hurried down the dark corridor, her hand brushing along the wall to steady her. Hermione couldn't even describe how nervous she was even if she wanted to. Her heart felt like it was going to climb up and jump straight out of her mouth. However, it wasn't exactly an unpleasant feeling. How was it that she could be both excited and scared at the same time? The last time she had felt like this was during fifth year, when they had left the school to go and break into the Department of Mysteries.
She suddenly spun around, eyes wide as she tried to peer into the darkness. She swallowed, certain that she had heard a noise. She took a step back, reluctant to turn back around, but she eventually did just that. She took slow, uncertain steps, doing her best to listen for his footsteps.
It was so quiet, quiet enough for Hermione to hear her erratic heartbeat in her ears. She slowly turned to her left, walking down a corridor with windows. Her nervousness eased a bit as the moonlight shone through, giving her some light. She had made her way halfway down the corridor when she suddenly stopped.
It was quiet, too quiet. This was how she heard the footsteps suddenly stop as soon as hers did. Her heart sped up and goosebumps appeared all over her flesh as it set in that she wasn't alone. It was then that Hermione realized; she was the one being hunted. Hermione glanced over her shoulder, her eyes landing on the silhouette at the end of the corridor. Hermione slowly turned back around…and ran.
Hermione's hair flew behind her as she sprinted throughout the castle, hurrying down the stairs. She couldn't help the blinding grin that was probably on her face. This was new and exciting for her. For the first time, in a while, she was actually having fun…and it was with Draco. She quickly turned right, Draco's fingers brushing against her arm as he just missed her. She chuckled as she heard him let out a string of curses.
Hermione was almost there. She hightailed it down the hall and had just made it to the portrait when a firm arm hooked around her waist, yanking her back into a hard chest. She gasped as he pressed her against the door, his lips brushing against her ear.
"Got ya."
Hermione browsed the titles, desperately trying to get back into the groove of being ahead on her homework. The whole Blaise ordeal had done more than just distracted her. For a time, it was the only thing she had been concerned about, keeping her from her studies. Now, it seemed to be all anyone else was concerned about. She did her best to not let the curious gazes faze her. By now, everyone had heard about Blaise's expulsion. Granted, it had only happened yesterday, but that was more than enough time for this school. Hermione's hand paused as she heard her name being called. She turned around, surprised to see Fay Dunbar.
"Oh! Hi," Hermione said.
"Granger," Fay said.
"How are you enjoying the dorm so far?"
Fay chuckled, looking much prettier with a smile, her blue eyes contrasting with her dark hair.
"It's nice. Well, at least the view is, if you know what I mean," Fay hinted with a wink.
Hermione suppressed an uncomfortable laugh of her own. Hermione knew exactly what she meant, for she had seen the view herself. She mentally shook her head, shaking those thoughts away.
"Right."
"I forget that you and Malfoy just barely cooperate with one another," Fay said with a nod, chuckling.
Hermione only nodded, thinking to herself that if only Fay knew.
"I didn't realize that you had an interest in Veelas," Fay suddenly said, pointing at Hermione's hand.
Hermione turned to see that she had paused with her hand hovering over a book that was, in fact, about Veelas.
"Oh! No, Merlin no. I was just trying to get ahead on some classwork," Hermione replied, pulling her hand away.
"How nice."
Fay sounded like it was anything but nice. Hermione was just about to inquire as to why she was here when Fay spoke.
"I'm just going to cut to the chase. I don't like you all that much, Hermione."
Hermione blinked and raised her eyebrows at Fay's bluntness, but appreciated it nonetheless.
"That isn't exactly news," Hermione said, tucking her hair behind her ear.
Fay let out a closed mouth chuckle, looking as if she was going to say something, but appeared to have thought better of it.
"That is exactly why I don't care for you. You have walked around this school for years, looking down your nose at just about everyone," Fay began.
Hermione sighed. She had heard this earlier this morning, so the sting wasn't as bad this time.
"You have treated and talked to so many of us like we're idiots," she said.
Hermione frowned, taken back by this.
"That's not true," she protested.
Fay put her hand up.
"Whether you noticed you did it or not, it clearly comes with being who you are. I studied like crazy just to even match with you, only for it to be futile. I eventually had to accept that some people have it and some just…don't," Fay said, shrugging her shoulders.
"Fay, look, if I ever made you or anyone else feel…dumb, I'm sorry. It was never my intention," Hermione apologized.
"I don't believe that, but it doesn't matter. I may have always coveted the position of Head Girl, but I knew that I just didn't compare to you. I may be bitter, but I'm not deluded. You're an intelligent girl, Hermione and everyone knows it. You have earned the title of 'Brightest Witch of Our Age'. You deserve to be Head Girl," Fay continued.
"Well…thank you," Hermione said, suddenly unsure as to where this conversation was headed.
"However, despite the rubbish that Headmistress McGonagall gave me, you've clearly done something that doesn't represent the title well."
Hermione clenched her jaw, biting her tongue.
"For whatever reason, she's decided to be lenient with you. Hermione Granger getting special treatment, what a surprise. You've earned Head Girl, yes, but you blew it by doing whatever it was that you did. I don't know why McGonagall hasn't relieved you of your duties for good. You screwed up, so now it's somebody else's turn," Fay ranted.
"I'm sorry that you feel that way, but that isn't your decision."
"We'll see about that," Fay replied before turning around and walking away.
Hermione sighed leaning back against the bookshelf. Hermione already felt that McGonagall had been lenient with her, this only solidified that suspicion.
"Don't you just love it when I'm right?"
Hermione closed her eyes, only half surprised at the voice that came from her left. She turned her head to look at Draco as he stepped from around the bookshelf to lean his shoulder against it. A haughty smirk graced his lips.
"Quite the contrary actually," Hermione replied.
"What are you going to do," he suddenly asked.
"What can I do? She isn't wrong. Even I expected my punishment to be greater than this," she answered.
"So, you're just what, going to let her sabotage you or something? Let her go after Head Girl all the while trying to seduce yours truly," he questioned.
Hermione snorted before she could stop herself.
"What?"
Her question came out disbelieving. Draco merely shrugged.
"She's barely been Head Girl for twelve hours and she's already trying to get into my pants. I feel so objectified, Hermione," he said in mock outrage, a frown on his face.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Well, is she…succeeding?"
She watched as he chuckled, lowering his head and shoving his hands into his pockets, crossing one ankle behind the other.
"No…she's not really my type," he said, lifting his head to look at her.
"Oh? How so?"
"Her hair is…far too straight for my liking…and her eyes are just a little bit too bright," he whispered.
Hermione rolled her eyes again and turned away, looking ahead. It was getting late, so there was hardly anyone else in the library.
"You're not really going to let her go after Head Girl, are you?"
"She's right, Draco. I put others in this school in danger. If it were anyone else, I don't think that McGonagall would have hesitated to all but rip the badge out of their hand. Why should I be any different?"
"What's wrong with a little special treatment?"
"Of course, you would say that," Hermione said.
"Look, if Fay wanted it, she should have worked harder. Plain and simple," he spat.
"You really don't like her, do you? Any particular reason as to why," Hermione questioned, turning to face him.
"She's out to get you. Isn't that enough?"
Hermione chuckled.
"For you? No, it isn't. Look, Head Girl means a lot to me, yes, more than you can even imagine. However, I'm starting to realize that I'm not the only one that it means something to," Hermione said, pushing away from the shelf.
She didn't give Draco time to reply as she exited the library.
Hermione locked her legs around Draco's waist as he pressed her into the door of his bedroom, slamming it shut. His lips hungrily sought her own as he dug his fingers into the skin of her back. Hermione pulled away from his mouth to gasp as he thrust inside of her, her legs almost going limp from the feel.
He pulled them away from the door and spun around, kicking his pants off as soon as they fell onto his bed. She leaned up, grazing her teeth against his neck as he reached down and gripped her skirt in his hands. The harsh sound of tearing fabric reached her ears, but Hermione didn't have a chance to voice her annoyance.
Draco reached up to intertwine his fingers with her own, pinning them beside her head, against the mattress. Hermione let out a shuddering moan as he moved within her, slowly. Her eyelashes fluttered and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, feeling every inch of him. He let go of her hands, reaching down to grip her backside to pull her closer.
Hermione threw her arms around him, gasping when he sat up, lifting her up and resting her on his thighs. One hand trailed up her back, tearing her shirt as it went, before stopping at the back of her neck. He brought her head forward so that their lips met, his covering hers with a frenzied desire. He thrust inside of her a few more times before Hermione came with a shudder, her gasps being swallowed by his lips.
Draco only pulled away long enough to fling his shirt off before pushing her onto her back again. He slipped his fingers between hers again before looking into her eyes. Hermione was coming down from her high as she gazed up at him, taking note of the smirk on his lips.
"Hey, remember that time I told you I would have you again before the month-"
"Shut up," Hermione interrupted, reaching up with her free hand to bring his head down to hers.
The sound of his chuckle rang throughout the room.
"You have to do something!"
"Shh," Hermione said, glancing around.
"Hermione, she's after Head Girl. Don't you care?"
"Lavender, I told you because you said, next time something like this happens, to keep you in the loop. That is all. I didn't tell you to have you advise me on what I should do to her. If I'm even going to do anything about it," Hermione said.
Lavender sighed, shaking her head.
"I don't believe this. I can't even fathom what I'm hearing. That trollop-."
"I haven't decided that I'm not going to do anything. I'm just a little torn right now-."
Hermione was suddenly interrupted by a loud blood-curdling scream. She and Lavender looked up just in time to see someone fall down the stairs at an alarmingly fast rate, too fast for anyone to react in time. She watched in horror as they landed at bottom in a heap, head banging against the stone floor, form limp. At once, everyone seemed to scramble towards the student, talking over each other. Hermione got closer just as someone else screamed and Hermione turned to see Hannah Abbott hovering closely.
Hermione swallowed as she realized that the student was Fay Dunbar…and she was dead. Everyone else seemed to realize what Hannah had just noticed and the commotion got louder as everyone began to wonder what had happened. Some students backed up in terror, hands covering their mouths in disbelief. Fay's legs were twisted at an odd angle, her arms spread out and eyes staring up.
"Oh Merlin," Hermione heard Lavender whisper behind her.
Hermione heard someone scream out to go get the Headmistress, but Hermione barely paid them any attention. Movement at the top of her vision had caught her eye and she looked up just in time to see the Head Boy walk past. He glanced down at the commotion, completely unbothered with his hands shoved into his pockets. His blank gaze lingered in Hermione's mind long after he had turned the corner.
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