A/N: I don't apologize for a single thing in this chapter.

Question for you all: I've been asked a few times if this story will ever swap to Hermione's POV. Is that something you would like? Let me know! It's currently fully outlined in Draco's but I can always rework some to Hermione's if a large consensus wants it!

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. It's one I've been DYING to post ;) Thank you so much for all the love this has been receiving! Seriously, it makes me so happy.

Beta love to Srastrr!

Chapter Five: I don't want to be your friend

"Draco..."

A whispery sensual voice filled the room and he turned towards it, finding Hermione standing in the centre of his classroom. She was wearing a black lacy bodysuit and insanely high white suede platform boots that came up just over her knee. The heel was thick and he could hear it hitting the stone with a thump as she walked towards him. Her curls were wildly bouncing around her and her red painted lips parted slightly as she came to stand in front of him. She ran her hand up his suddenly bare chest, her heels tall enough that she was a few inches taller than normal.

Draco looked down to find himself standing completely naked, his erection pressing into Hermione's lace-clad hip. She ran her fingernails gently down his torso, heading straight for his cock at a tantalizing pace. She wrapped her soft hand around it firmly, licking her lips as she watched his face flush.

Draco let out a breathy moan as she began to pump, her red lips pressing against the base of his neck. Her lips stuck slightly to his skin, and he imagined a perfectly shaped mark now sat where she had kissed.

"Does it feel good, Draco?" She whispered heatedly against his skin.

His head lolled back and he hummed in response, unable to form words. Hermione swirled her thumb over the head, passing over the sensitive spot just underneath. Draco bucked his hips and reached up to tangle a hand into her curls, leaning down to press a fervent kiss to her lips.

She willingly opened up for him and their tongues swirled together hungrily, making Draco's cock twitch in her hand. She continued to pump him as he pulled away to trail wet kisses down her neck, earning a few throaty moans from the seductress before him.

Before he knew what was happening, Hermione stepped away and crouched down, setting her knees on the cold stone floor. She looked up to him with honey-coloured eyes laced with lust and a small smile before she reached up and grasped his length. Never breaking eye contact, she leant forward and parted her ruby red lips, taking him into her hot, wet mouth.

He let out a low moan as Hermione began an agonizingly slow pace. Her tongue swirled his cock in tandem and her grasp of him moved with her head. The colour from her lipstick was staining his cock and smearing around her mouth, but the messy sight only turned him on more. She was able to take him completely, which was a feat in of itself, as he knew he was bigger than most men. When her lips hit the base of his cock, she'd moan to prove she was enjoying this too. The warm vibrations shot to every nerve in Draco's body and he could feel his legs turning to jelly beneath him.

Hermione began to increase her speed and he could feel himself nearing the edge.

So close...

He was so close...

Draco's eyes cracked open from where he laid sprawled out on his bed. It took him a moment to get his bearings as he flipped onto his back. He looked down to find the sheets tented from where his morning erection was pressing uncomfortably against the fabric. The dream still lingered in his subconscious mind.

Fuck.

He pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes and groaned. He could not be dreaming about Granger like that. He'd take his nightmares over that any day. It was dangerous territory, dreams always had a way of screwing with his reality. His erection twitched in his boxers as he recalled the way her mouth had swirled deliciously over the head...

Well, there was no reason to waste a perfectly good boner.

Flipping off his sheets, Draco looped his thumbs under the waistband and pulled down, freeing his hard-on from the silk fabric. He grasped himself roughly and began to pump, closing his eyes to try to remember the dream.

Her red-painted lips moaning his name. Her soft hand gripping his cock. Her tongue swirling around the head, leaving streaks of red lipstick on his skin. Those suede heeled boots with black silk laces along the back that pulled them tightly to her skin...

He began to increase his speed, his legs moving around and tangling in his sheets as he neared the edge. With a grunt, he came into his hand, some of it hitting his stomach from the force of his orgasm.

Draco laid panting for a moment as he tried to piece his brain back together. He just wanked off to the imaginings of Hermione Granger sucking him dry. He could feel himself get a semi as the dream returned to the forefront of his mind.

Oh, he was absolutely and royally fucked.

"Happy Halloween!" said Neville as he took his seat next to Draco, who was currently drinking himself in a stupor.

It had only been three days since he first started dreaming of fucking Hermione, and they had only gotten worse. He had dreamt of her, spread across the faculty table in the Great Hall like his own personal feast, wearing nothing but those red heels he liked so much. He had dreamt of taking her in the library, pressing her to the shelves and fucking her against it until the books fell off.

But worst of all, he had dreamt of making love to her slowly and passionately in his bed, whispering sweet nothings into her ear while she rode him to completion.

He had raided his stock of Sleeping Draught to try to quell the images in his mind, but it had gone bad and Hagrid's Flobberworms weren't mature enough yet to be juiced. Which left him to deal with his dreams the old-fashioned way.

Alcohol.

He took another sip of his whiskey-laced pumpkin juice, the warmth settling in his stomach and flaring out to his extremities. He nodded to Neville in greeting and raised his cup in a silent salute. The rest of the faculty began to fill the table, and the students filed in a moment later. Bats flapped their wings from above and Hagrid's giant, now carved pumpkins floated around the purple-lit hall.

McGonagall took her seat at the centre of the table and with a wave of her hand, the tables filled with all sorts of things, from cauldrons filled with candy to giant steaming venison roasts. The students excitedly dug in, loud conversation filling the room.

Draco reached for the pumpkin juice to refill his cup. He nearly spilt it over the edge as Hermione's voice sounded just behind him.

"Sorry, I'm late, got caught up in grading papers. I didn't realize what time it was!" She took her seat next to Professor Vector, and Draco set the pitcher back to the table with shaking hands. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. She was wearing that tight black dress she had worn on her birthday, the fabric clinging to her delectable breasts. He wondered what colour her bra was, if her panties matched like they did in his dreams...

Fuck, he needed to stop looking at her. Draco had tried his damned best to avoid Hermione at all costs these past few days, which was surprisingly hard to do. They had become friends since her birthday last month, she'd often visit him down in the Dungeons or they'd go to Hagrids together.

It was nice, until these damn dreams started.

He snuck out a vial from his suit pocket, uncorking it quietly and dumping it into his pumpkin juice before anyone noticed. He chugged it down until the glass was empty, repeating the process a second time. He leant back into his chair, sipping his fresh juice as he stared down at his empty plate. Food would only make him sober, and he couldn't have that right now.

"You alright, mate?" asked Neville, looking at him with a quirked eyebrow.

Draco nodded his head, the firewhiskey making his movements more languid than normal. He sat up slightly and adjusted his suit then set his goblet down on the table. "Just haven't been sleeping well, s'all." Did his words sound slightly slurred?

Neville frowned but turned back to resume his conversation with Susan and Professor Babbling when they asked him a question. Draco continued to sip his drink and grimaced into his cup when he discovered it had emptied. He reached into his pocket to find all five vials empty. Had he really drunk that much? Well, he needed more, he wasn't nearly as inebriated as he wanted to be.

"I'll be back, Longbottom. Jus' gotta go to my office quick." Draco patted his friend on the shoulder before standing and stumbling between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. He smiled at a few students, who looked at him oddly. Did he have something on his face?

He reached up and rubbed at his cheek, feeling a small stubble growing. When was the last time he had shaved? He exited the Great Hall and was making his way towards the Slytherin Dungeon door when his name was called out from behind him.

He turned to find Hermione walking purposefully towards him, her chest heaving a little as she tried to catch up to his long strides. Her familiar black pointed-toe pumps clacked on the ground and her dress hitched slightly up her hips as she came up to him.

"Why are you ignoring me?" She crossed her arms, her breathing heavy and her curled hair that had been clipped to the side, was now coming undone.

"Dunno what you're talking about, Granger." He needed to get out of here fast. Her scent of honeysuckle and vanilla engulfed him, making his head buzz even more than the alcohol.

"You've been avoiding me for the past few days! Did I do something? I thought we were... becoming friends." Her face looked so crestfallen and her bottom lip pouted slightly.

He had the sudden urge to catch it between his teeth and nibble until she was begging for more. Fuck, he couldn't look at her anymore. Draco turned back to his path, shuffling his leaden feet towards the Entrance Hall.

He could hear the tapping of Hermione behind him, trying to keep up.

"Malfoy! Don't you dare walk away from me! Explain yourself." Her voice echoed inside his brain, or maybe it was echoing inside the hall. Either way, it urged him on and his legs carried him to just in front of the Dungeon door.

Draco tried to pry it open, but the wood had stuck to the stone and his drunken mind couldn't quite figure out how to unstick it. Hermione came up behind him and shoved his shoulder, placing her hands on his hips and looking up at him with a fierce stare.

"If you don't want to be friends then tell me! Just stop being a complete arse."

With a growl, Draco forcefully yanked open the door, the sudden shift of it nearly knocking him over. He grabbed Hermione's wrist and yanked her inside, shutting the door with a loud bang. He spun and pressed her back up against it, their bodies fitting together in all the right ways.

He pressed his knee between her legs and her dress had ridden up so high it was only a few inches from revealing her underthings. He placed his hands on her hips and squeezed gently, leaning down to trail his nose up her neck and inhale her tantalizing scent. He stopped at her ear and watched as goosebumps erupted over her skin. She gripped the front of his robes tightly, pulling him so close he was sure that she could feel his hard length pressed against her pelvis.

"I don't want to be your friend," he whispered. "Quite the opposite. I want to rip your dress off and spread you out on my desk so I can fuck you into the wood. I want to ravish you in every single pair of heels you own, in every room of the bloody castle."

Draco pulled back to look down at Hermione. Her face was beet red and her breathing was erratic but her eyes were glossed over with unmistakable lust. He bent down, intent on stealing a kiss from her pink lips but before he could reach them, she shoved him back and whipped out her wand.

"Locomotor Wibbly!"

His legs gave out beneath him. He watched in slow motion as his body tilted back, headfirst down the stairs. Hermione's eyes were wide and she had covered her mouth in shock, but that was all he saw before his head hit the stone with a resounded crack and Draco's world went black.

Merlin's balls his head was pounding.

Draco cracked his eyes open, squinting harshly against rays of sunlight. Sunlight? Where was he? He slowly looked around the room and sat up in surprise. Why was he in the infirmary?

His head began to spin from the sudden jolt of movement and he let out an audible groan as he dropped his head back to the pillow.

"Your lucky a headache is all you've got, Professor." The stern voice of Madame Pomfrey came from the other side of the room. Draco looked over to see her walking towards him, carrying a glass of pale orange liquid "Invigoration Draught, drink up and you should feel better. Honestly, Draco, to get drunk like that and try to use stairs?" She tutted and held out the glass to him.

Draco gladly downed it's contents, sighing in relief as the pounding in his head eased. What had happened last night? He remembered getting completely sloshed and going back to the Dungeons to get more alcohol but after that... nothing. He could feel his heart thump behind his eyes when he tried to recall it. He handed the glass back to Madame Pomfrey, "Thank you. Do you know what happened...?"

She pursed her lips together, looking down her nose at him with the familiar scolding look she gave everyone who didn't care for their health. "The Baron found you in a heap at the bottom of the Dungeon staircases, having just fallen down them. He went and got Neville, who brought you to me. You were knocked out cold, you're very lucky you weren't bleeding.

His head felt fuzzy, did he... Wasn't he speaking to someone before he fell?

Now-" She refilled the glass with more of the draught. "It's only eight o'clock, and since it's Saturday, rest for a bit. Then drink this and you should be good as new." Pomfrey gave him a pointed look which meant there was no room for argument, so Draco nodded and set his head back to the pillow when she left.

He was still wearing his suit from the night before, now completely wrinkled much to his chagrin, and he slid off his jacket, leaving him in a black silk button-down. His shoes had been taken off at least, and they sat on the chair next to his bed. Letting out another sigh, he closed his eyes and tried to push off thoughts from last night. Trying to remember what happened was only making his headache return.

After a few moments of counting his breaths, he fell back into a light sleep.

By the early afternoon, Draco woke and his headache was gone. He downed the second dose of Invigoration Draught and unwrinkled his suit before thanking Madame Pomfrey, who gave him a long lecture of drinking and using stairs. His stomach had begun growling the moment he woke the second time and he descended the stairs with a bounce in his step, heading to the Great Hall for lunch.

The Hall was mostly filled, the older students getting ready to head to Hogsmeade for the first time that year. A few of the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs eyed him curiously as he passed. Had he done something completely embarrassing last night?

Susan and Neville stopped their conversation as Draco joined them at the table, both gave him the same pinched expression as Pomfrey.

"What?" Draco growled out, irritated with the whole lot of them. He had already been given an earful from Pomfrey, he didn't need it from his friends too.

"What's been with you lately?" Neville asked, turning in his seat to face him fully. "You've been in a mood all week, and then you drink yourself into a stupor last night."

"You could have been really hurt!" Susan piped up before Draco could reply. "You're really lucky-"

"Yes, yes I know! I'm really lucky that I didn't smash my fucking head on the stone and crack it open. I get it." He started angrily grabbing food, squashing a ham sandwich onto his plate. "I'm fine. Except I can't remember what the fuck happened and it's making my head pound."

Neville sighed beside him, leaning back against his chair. "You fell down the stairs and hit your head, what's there to remember?"

Draco glared at the Herbologist, trying to add extra glower. "How about you lose a chunk of your bloody memory and then tell me there's nothing to remember."

Neville held up his hands in defence, "Why don't you ask Hermione? She ran after you when you left - she never came back to the feast."

Okay, now his head was really pounding. He massaged his temples as flashes of images popped into his mind. He saw her standing in the Entrance Hall, looking upset. Then pressed against a door with her skirt hitched up...

What the fuck happened last night.

Susan checked her wristwatch and stood. "C'mon Neville, we gotta go. Sorry Draco, we're supervising the Hogsmeade trip this weekend. I'm glad you're feeling better and try to take it easy, yeah?"

His friends left, as did most of the students, leaving him alone at the table. Draco sighed and picked up his ruined sandwich, taking a bite of it glumly. He needed to figure out what happened to him last night.

And to do that, he needed to find Hermione.

After he finished eating his little to be desired sandwich, Draco set about to Hermione's office. He knocked and waited a moment but when no answer came, he poked his head in through the unlocked door and looked around. It was empty, so he continued his path around the castle. He checked her usual spot in the library but she wasn't there either.

Draco sighed and sat on a bench in the Courtyard, dropping his head into his hands. His headache was returning at full-force. Where could Hermione be? Had she maybe gone to Hogsmeade?

A soft mewling sounded from in front of him and Draco looked up to see the white fur of Calliope stalking towards him. She jumped onto the bench and butted her head against his arm, a loud purr emitting from her throat.

"What do you want, cat?" Draco asked sourly. His headache was starting to make him irritable, the half-kneazle getting white hairs all over his black suit making him even more so.

Calliope mewled again, jumped from the bench and sat on the ground expectantly.

"I don't have any treats, if that's what you're after."

Her large fluffy tail swished against the ground and she stood to turn in a circle like she was waiting for him to follow. With his headache, Draco didn't have any energy to argue with a damned cat, so he sat back on the bench and closed his eyes. "I'm not following you if that's what you want. Go away."

A sharp hiss filled his ears and his eyes shot open when he felt the sharp sting of claws in his leg. On reflex, he stood and shook his leg, the furball detaching herself from his trousers. She mewled again and began walking towards the corridor, stopping just at the entrance to turn back and look at him.

Draco sighed loudly. Fine, guess he was following a damned cat.

Calliope led him through the halls that went straight to the Greenhouses. Why was she taking him there? His boots thumped as the path went from stone to solid ground and he could hear what sounded to be aggravated grunts coming from inside.

He poked his head in to see Hermione, dressed in a pair of skin-tight jeans and a fuzzy jumper. He was disappointed to find she had traded in her usual heels for a pair of muggle runners. She had an apron tied around her waist and was currently wrestling with a large Venomous Tentacula. She had her wand out, attempting to cast a Severing Charm at its vines but it was moving around so much that by the time she'd point her wand at it, it would move out of the way.

Hermione let out a swear as the Venomous Tentacula moved one of its vines to curl around her thigh. She let out a triumphant "HA!" when she was able to cut the limb off and the rest of the plant receded from her grasp. Hermione slammed the appendage down on the table next to her and spun towards the door when Draco let out a chuckle.

"What are you doing in here?" He asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the door. Calliope mewled at his feet before walking forward to weave between Hermione's legs. He'd have to remember to thank the cat later, she had led him right to Hermione.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Hermione's voice dripped with more venom than the Tentacula.

Draco blinked at her angry demeanour. He must have done something bad to upset her this much. "Well, I woke up in the infirmary with a nasty headache and no memory of how I got there. Neville said you ran out after me when I left the Hall." Hermione stayed silent so Draco continued, a ball of nerves settling heavily in the pit of his stomach.

"Did I...?" The image of her standing in the Hall looking upset flashed through his mind. "Did I do something wrong?"

Hermione looked at him angrily. "You mean you have no memory of what happened?"

"Obviously not." His head started pounding again as he tried to recall last night. "The only thing I can remember is you looking upset in the hall." He was certainly not going to mention her pressed against a door, for all he knew that was just a figment of his imagination.

Her eyes narrowed at him and she gripped her wand tightly. "I was upset because you've been avoiding me all week. Last night was the first time we had spoken in days!"

He let out a sigh of relief, he was so afraid he had said or done something stupid. "Oh good, so I didn't say anything bad?"

Hermione clenched her teeth together and her face started to turn red. "You told me-" She turned her back on him, and continued working on the Tentacula. "You know what, it doesn't matter anymore. Just... Just leave me alone."

Draco's throat closed and he opened and closed his mouth trying to find the right words. He knew it, he had said something terrible. "Hermione, if I said something... whatever I did… I'm-I'm sorry, okay? I don't remember."

Hermione ignored him, focusing intently on wrangling another wriggling vine from the plant. Draco took a step towards her, the guilt in his stomach turning into a leaden ball. Hermione spun around, tears pricking the corner of her eyes. She pointed her wand at him so suddenly, he had no time to react before he was dangling a foot above the ground by his ankles, levitated out the door and dropped onto the soft grass.

He could feel his face heating with embarrassment and he scrambled to stand, "What the hell, Hermione!" He turned to the door but, by the time he stood, she had already closed it - sealing him out.