I own nothing but the plot.
Warning: Adult content. Mature themes. Shameless content.
June 30th, 1999
Ginny shook her head as she sat down at the Gryffindor table, barely able to see the plates for all the books stacked on the wooden surface, the seventh year students either hunched over them, or almost asleep as they slumped on the table themselves. They were halfway through the week of N.E.W.T exams, and so far they were living up to the name of nastily exhausting. Swiping a slice of toast, Ginny settled into her seat and inspected her group of friends.
"You guys look like shit," she proclaimed bluntly, taking a bite of her toast.
"We can't all be like you and just have normal exams… lucky bitch," Dean Thomas grumbled, prying himself away from the pages of his textbook. The insult wasn't one that was often heard from him, but Ginny didn't mind. Instead she just laughed, reaching out to peel a scrap of paper off of the dark-skinned boy's cheek.
"What's on the agenda for today?" she asked, reaching for a second slice of toast.
"Charms and…" Neville started to respond, his face turning a sickly shade of green, cutting off whatever he was going to say. The bench scraped against the floor as he pushed himself upright, a hand clapped over his mouth as he sprinted out of the hall.
"Potions, huh?" Ginny mused, watching Neville's disappearing back. "Poor sod doesn't even take the class but can't think about it without puking…"
"Yes, well, Professor Snape did torment him…" Hermione defended Neville's escape before stopping herself, colour draining from her face.
"Are you okay?" Ginny's attention turned to her female friend, brow furrowing as Hermione swayed in her seat, white as a sheet. The Head Girl didn't respond with words, instead she slapped a hand over her own mouth, rising to her feet suddenly and following Neville, robes billowing behind her as she sprinted out of the Great Hall, nearly knocking into Draco as he passed by the Gryffindor's.
Pausing, Draco turned his head to the redhead still sitting here, one eyebrow raised.
"Poisoning the Head Girl, Weaselette?" Draco drawled, all heat missing from his tone.
"She's like this every year. Honestly, smartest witch in an age but still stresses herself sick over exams," Ginny shook her head before popping the last bite of toast into her mouth, dismissing the Head Boy without another look.
Draco understood Hermione's early departure from breakfast a whole lot more when he emerged from the Great Hall three hours later, ashen faced after the Charms exam. He considered himself a competent wizard but after making a pineapple tap dance across a levitating desk amongst other things, he was drained. He wasn't the only one feeling that way either, Blaise and Theo flanking him, both an unhealthy hue.
Swallowing the bile in his throat, Draco stepped away from his friends to approach Neville Longbottom, the usually clumsy Gryffindor slumped against a suit of armour. Reaching his hand out, Draco offered it to the young man.
"Nice leg locker back there, Longbottom," Draco's voice was raw, nothing but honesty in his tone. Neville blinked a few times as he looked up, shocked at the words coming from the Slytherin Prince himself. "Sorry about using it on you back in first year, I was, uh, I was a bit of a prick."
Neville blinked again, stunned at the apology being offered to him, his mouth falling open as he stared at the extended hand.
"I… thanks, Malfoy. I appreciate the apology," reaching out slowly, Neville took Malfoy's hand, gripping firmly as they shook. He was still stunned by the apology and had no clue what prompted it, but throughout the year he'd begun to see that the man in front of him wasn't the same pointy chined boy from eight years ago, just as Draco knew that the confident Gryffindor wasn't the same forgetful, chubby child either.
Draco didn't get a chance to say anything else before he was bowled over by a smaller but determined form making up the stairs, Neville's other hand coming to catch his shoulder.
"What the…" Draco turned his head to see who had shoved him aside, catching a glimpse of Hermione's head as she ran up the stairs, looking like she had a hand firmly clapped over her mouth once more. "Is she always like this? Weaselette said it's an exam thing."
"Every year, wait until she starts to relive it with you afterwards," Neville shook his head before clapping Draco on the shoulder, stepping past the taller male and making his way out the front doors, disappearing into the sunny courtyard.
"How do you think you went with your potion?" Hermione twisted her tie between her hands as she approached Draco. Glancing up from the book in front of him, he quirked a brow at the witch.
"So, Longbottom wasn't kidding, you really do like to debrief," he mused, settling back in his chair to watch her properly. He was surprised that she had found him at his preferred table, hidden deep in the stacks of the library. Pulling out the chair opposite him, Hermione sank into the seat, her elbows knocking onto the scarred surface top, head cradled in her hands moments later.
"When did you speak to Neville?" Hermione questioned. "Actually, I don't even want to know. How was your potion? I feel like the colour of mine was off."
"Stop stressing, Granger. It's done," Draco turned back to his book, scratching a few notes onto a parchment as he prepared for the Transfiguration exam in the morning.
"How can I?! It wasn't right," Hermione looked up, twisting her tie anxiously once more. "Draco, please. How was yours? I swear I was lilac not violet…"
"Jesus Christ, Granger. It was purple, same as yours. Relax. You're going to make yourself sick again," Draco shut his book, leaning back in his chair to watch the clearly anxious witch.
"Draco, please. I need to talk about it, or a distraction or… just something," Hermione leaned forwards towards him, one hand stretching out across the table.
Draco's lips curled into a wicked smirk as she asked for a distraction, even wickeder ideas forming in his mind. Glancing around, he made sure they were alone in their section of the library. Pushing his chair back a moment later, Draco ducked under the table, shuffling over to Hermione, his hands reaching out to glide along her knees, sneaking under her skirt.
"Draco!" Hermione hissed, sitting upright as the blonde disappeared, glancing around the library. "We're in the library!" she kept her voice low, inwardly cursing herself as his hands against her thighs instantly soaked her panties, her body reacting to him. Reassured that no one was around, she sank back into her chair, her legs parting to let him settle between them. She was amazed how attuned she felt to him, the lack of visual made up completely with the intensity of every touch, feeling the callouses of his fingertips gliding along her soft inner thighs, reaching for another scrap of lace that she knew probably wasn't school appropriate.
Draco settled into position between her now parted thighs, tugging the lace down. She couldn't see the wicked grin on his face, but she could definitely feel it when he blew out softly, cool air hitting the soaked folds of her core. Hermione bit her lip to keep in a gasp, shifting herself to the edge of the chair, making it easier for Draco. Her eyes rolled back into her head the second his tongue flicked out and he tasted her for the first time, soft, exploratory touches along her folds making her toes curl with pleasure.
"Hey there, Granger. Seen Malfoy?" Blaise Zabini strolled around the shelves, surprise that he could only see the Head Girl sitting at what he knew was Draco's favourite table to study.
"Zabini!" Hermione's eyes flew open as she sat up straight, breath hitching. Draco stilled under the table when he heard both voices, his breath hot against her core. He didn't dare move just yet, waiting for her to get rid of his friend.
"Thought Malfoy would be here…" Blaise mused, reaching out to flick through the book on the table, Draco's abandoned chair still pushed out. "Looks like I just missed him. Mind if I join you?" He didn't wait for an answer, swinging Draco's seat around before straddling it, resting his arms on the backrest.
"J-join me?" Hermione's voice cracked slightly as the exotic brunet sat. She didn't recall having ever actually spoken to Blaise before, and couldn't recall seeing him during the War. Either way, she wasn't keen on having him around while Draco's head was buried between her thighs.
"Yeah, thought it might be nice to have a chat. We've never formally been introduced. Zabini. Blaise Zabini," Blaise stuck his hand across the table, oblivious to the torment Hermione was going through.
"Pleasure to MEET you!" Hermione's voice raised an octave at meet, Draco having grown bored of waiting, his tongue back to lazily swiping along her pussy before working to her clit, dragging over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Reaching out, she shakily grasped his hand, caught off guard when Blaise leaned forwards to press a kiss to the back of her hand rather than just shaking it.
"Congratulations, by the way. On making Head Girl," Blaise settled back against the chair, gesturing with his still outstretched hand to the badge pinned to Hermione's shirt.
"Oh, thANK you!" Hermione blushed furiously as her voice rose again in response to another wicked lick against her throbbing clit, her thighs tensing as she imagined crushing Draco's head between them. Blaise tilted his head to the side slightly at her changed tone, wondering if the witch was always like this.
"No worries… I've got to thank you, as well. For taking Malfoy off our hands. Six years in a dorm with him, I was definitely over it," Blaise wondered if mentioning his mate would give the same reaction, and he wasn't let down when Hermione jerked in her seat, her hand slamming down on the table surface. Underneath it, Draco grinned against her skin before getting to work, his teeth grazing over her clit before he licked his way back along her inner folds, parting them to find the slick entrance to her pussy. Thrusting his tongue, he buried it as deep as he could inside of her, the vibration of his satisfied moan felt against her sensitive flesh.
"Oh I bET he was a HANDFUL!" Hermione gripped the edge of the table, her nails digging into the wood as she leaned forwards, her thighs tensing around Draco's head as he tormented her and pushed her to the edge of orgasm. Her cheeks flushed bright red as her voice continued to rise and fall, each graze of Draco's tongue against extra sensitive areas inside of her pussy causing her to clench around him, and cry out.
"Yeah…" Blaise leaned back in his own chair, inspecting the Head Girl properly as she squirmed in her seat. "Are you okay, Granger?"
"Oh yeah, I'm fINE!" Hermione buckled against the table as Draco's fingers joined the foray, one pinch to her clit her ultimate undoing as she reached climax against his face, trembling in place, absolutely mortified that she was getting off in front of someone, but somehow getting more turned on by the thought.
"Are you- " Blaise was cut off as a wad of parchment thudded into the back of his head
"I've found it. Forget the prick, we'll sort him out later," Theodore Nott hissed. "Oh, hey Granger. Are you okay?" Theo blinked as he looked at the shuddering, flushed girl sitting at Malfoy's favourite table.
"I'm… fiiiiiineeeee!" Hermione gave a drawn out moan of a response, bucking her hips against Draco's ever tormenting tongue. "Just… just exaaaam stress!" she gasped, pushing herself to sit up, trying to stop her shaking.
"O… kay…" Theo gave Hermione a strange look before turning back to Blaise, "seriously, mate, we need to go now if we're going to get this sorted."
"Alright. Good chat, Granger… good luck with your exams," Blaise nodded to the witch before standing from the chair, both Slytherin's sharing a look before disappearing back around the shelves, no doubt heading back to their common room.
Slumping back into her seat, Hermione stretched her legs out as Draco pulled away, taking her panties with him. Emerging from under the desk, the blonde settled back into his seat, dropping the scrap of fabric onto the table, a wicked smirk on his glistening lips.
"Divine, Granger," He drawled, tongue flicking out a moment later to taste what was left of her arousal on his face.
"We're in the fucking library!" Hermione hissed as she tried to catch her breath.
"Fucking indeed," Draco's rumbling laugh was followed by a frustrated shriek, both 7th years quickly making their exit as Madam Pince made her move.