Chapter 2
Hermione pushed the door to the Potions classroom open, running a few minutes late as she walked briskly to her seat, trying not to draw attention to herself.
"Ah, Miss Granger," Slughorn said jovially as he paused in whatever he was saying to the class, "Knew you must just be a pip late. Take your time, we were just starting a brief overview on the amortentia potion, but after reading your essay, it's clear you're more than familiar."
"Sorry I'm late, professor," she said as she took her seat next to Neville, trying to avoid the eyes of her classmates. She could see Draco looking over at her with a smirk from the table next to hers. She knew he liked seeing her flushed, no matter the scenario and she shot him an almost unnoticeable disapproving glare for making her feel even more embarrassed.
She settled herself in as Slughorn started back in on his lesson and by the time they'd begun the practical part of the class, she was back to her normal pace. She'd divvied up the duties with Neville, who was currently copying down instructions from the board while she went to the store closet for ingredients. Ron walked past her back to his seat without a second glance as he laughed with Dean about something and she took a deep breath in through her nose as she opened the closet door to keep her anger at him from flaring up. Eight years of friendship, three months of dating, he was the one who cheated on her and he couldn't even show her an ounce of decency or respect. Not that it mattered.
"Take your time, no one's waiting behind you," Draco said in a bored voice as she read through the labels.
She bit her tongue as she honed in on the bottle she was looking for, grabbing it and turning around, "I'll take as much time as I please, Malfoy." She walked off back to Neville, who was preparing the cutting board and measuring tools. Compared to the other Gryffindors, at least Neville was still pleasant to her. He seemed a bit nervous, but didn't talk about her behind her back or avoid her like many of the others did. Even though she was sure Ron had said plenty about her 'instability' to make him want to, as they were still roommates, along with Dean and Seamus.
"Last class before Christmas break," he said as he handed her the knife to chop up the rose petals.
"Yes, looking forward to it," she said politely.
"Gran says we're expecting a rainy holiday."
Hermione tried not to direct her annoyance with Ron, and now Draco, at his small talk as she focused on her measurements. She couldn't really afford to push anyone else away, and Neville was a good person, but she also just needed to get through this class and this week before she could have some time to be away from it all for a few weeks. That's what she was looking forward to most, "Yes, I expect I'll be spending most on mine indoors anyway, so a little rain won't spoil anything."
"I will too," Neville said, "I'll be, you know, at St. Mungos, with my parents." He'd been trying to be more open about talking about his parents after the war. Now that he'd been through one himself he appreciated even more what they'd sacrificed for him.
Hermione gave him a small smile. If anyone else knew pain and loss, she knew he did, "They'll be happy you're there," she said, "Whether they can express it or not. It's nice you visit like you do."
He returned the look, flipping the page in his book as she added the petals to the cauldron and he poured in the powdered moonstone. They spent the remainder of the class in silence as they worked through the potion, bottling a small amount for grading.
As she left the room, Draco brushed past her, "Charms room," he whispered, walking ahead and turning down one of the hallways. She hesitated a moment, they had still never really acknowledged their connection to each other outside of their weekly meetings. Her curiosity got the better of her and she ultimately followed him down the Charms hallway, slipping into the room where Draco was waiting and closing the door behind her with a questioning look.
Draco walked up to her, his hands finding their way to her waist as he backed her up a step so her back was against the door and he captured her lips with his without a word. Her hands found his chest with the intention of pushing him away and asking what the hell was going on, but she felt herself caving to the temptation as the moment registered in her brain; An empty classroom mid-day when anyone could walk in; An unplanned rendezvous; A moment of need that Draco couldn't wait until the weekend for.
She kissed him back with a moan, pushing her hips towards him as she gave in. His tongue was warm against hers, the wall hard against her back in the most inviting way. Her hand slid up his chest and into his hair, tugging gently at it as he moved his lips to her neck. His teeth grazed down her skin and her head tilted back, heart rate increasing by the second. Was he going to fuck her right there? They shouldn't. Why did that make her want it more?
His hand slid up her skirt, his fingers brushing her inner thigh as he felt her tense. He hummed against her neck and she pulled a little tighter against his hair before he lifted his head to look at her again. The smugness in his grin was well earned at this point as she looked back at him with her lips slightly parted.
"Excited for something, Granger? It's not even Saturday yet."
"Me? This was you not being able to restrain yourself," she said incredulously, her hand untangling from his hair to return to his chest, hoping to Merlin he wasn't done with her yet.
He gave a small laugh and leaned in to kiss her again, but it was too soft; teasing even and she realized he was not planning to finish what he'd started.
"Why did you feel the need to pull me into an empty classroom?" She asked in a whisper, breathing heavier than she'd like to be.
"Because I love seeing you like this," he responded in a low voice, "Because I kept thinking about ravishing you during Potions after you shot me that little look."
"Then just do it already."
"But it's not Saturday, you need to be patient," he gave her a wicked grin and she balled his shirt in her fist.
"I'll remember this on Saturday, I hope you know," she said smartly, "You think you've got the upper hand now, I'll get you back for it."
It was a challenge that didn't scare him in the slightest. If anything, it just intrigued him, "Are you staying over break?" It's what he'd really pulled her in there to ask.
"No, I leave Sunday," she said and he felt a pang of disappointment that he didn't let show.
He'd gotten her something that he'd hoped to give her for Christmas. He'd convinced himself that it wasn't that special or thoughtful, but that wasn't entirely true, so he'd hoped for a holiday romp to make it easier to have a reason to give it to her and make it seem like no big deal, "We'll have to make Saturday good enough to hold you over for a few weeks then."
"I'll hold you to that," she said, pulling him to her to capture his lips again. He sucked gently on her bottom lip and she pulled him even closer before pushing him back a step and letting him go, "See you Saturday."
She turned from him without waiting for a response and pulled the door open, running her fingers through her hair as she held her head high and walked off down the hallway towards the Great Hall.
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He'd been on her mind more that week after their spontaneous rendezvous. Normally she could play it cool and put if from her mind just long enough to make it through til Saturday, but this week was very difficult. Even as Saturday dawned, the hours felt like they crawled until it finally approached 10 o'clock. If this week was any indication, the next three without their weekend ritual were not going to be fun.
Hermione walked into the Charms classroom late that evening; the only classroom that was notoriously always left unlocked after hours. Draco was there and she locked the door behind her.
He hopped off the desk he'd been sitting on, his lip curling up as their eyes locked and he sauntered over to her, "Thought you were standing me up for my antics the other day."
"I considered it," she said smoothly as his lips met hers, her back immediately finding the door again, picking up right where they left off.
"But you need this, don't you Granger," he said quietly, barely pulling back from her.
"Only as much as you do," she whispered before he crashed his lips back onto hers.
Clothes were discarded haphazardly one item at a time as she pushed him towards the desks. The back of his legs hit one of the chairs and she started moving down his neck, his chest and past his stomach as she lowered herself to her knees and he wrapped her hair around his hand. She didn't usually take control like this and he felt every part of his body ignite as her eyes flickered up to his. He watched her with desire and a bit of cockiness as she kissed slowly down until she reached exactly the part of him he'd been waiting for her to get to… and then she grinned at him and redirected her lips to his inner thigh where she placed a few light kisses before moving north again, standing as she did.
His breathing was heavy from the anticipation of what he thought he'd be in for and he was shaking his head at her as she reached his ear, "That's for Tuesday."
He spun her around, lifting her up onto the desk and pulling her tightly against him as her leg wrapped around his waist, "You realize I'm about to be the one in control, don't you?" He said darkly with a glint in his eye, "That little tease was not in your best interest."
"Well you've got to make me feel it for three weeks anyway, may as well give you a reason to get riled up," her heart was already racing from working up the confidence to pull off her little show. She liked when he was in control. It's what she wanted out of their affair. But she knew how much it would excite him for her to take over, which made it all the better to not give him what he wanted after he did not give her what she wanted a few days prior.
He elicited a low laugh in response to her challenge that gave her goosebumps. He'd clearly accepted and was now going to take his time enjoying it. His fingers slipped down her warm skin and she let out a heavy breath as his teeth found her neck. Her head dropped to the side with a moan, ready for whatever retaliation he had to give.
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As they put themselves back together that night, Draco looked over at the gift he'd brought that was sitting on one of the shelves nearby. His heart was still pounding, partially from their activities and partially from the internal debate as to if he was going to give her the gift or not and how to do it casually.
"Are you staying for break then?" She asked as she buttoned up her shirt.
"I thought I'd have to, but my mother's plans changed so I'll be going back to the manor." In other words, he'd planned to if she was, but the manor had always been an option.
"Christmas at the manor," she said airily, "You live a different life, Malfoy."
"It has its perks," he tried to say it smugly as he zipped his pants back up, but deep down he knew being a Malfoy came with a lot more negatives than positives. Not that he'd admit that.
"You're such a prat," she rolled her eyes with a laugh, pulling her sweater over her head.
He realized she was just about ready to leave and he looked over at the shelf again.
"Enjoy your break," she walked over to the door, looking back over her shoulder, "I'll see you when we come back."
"Hold on," the words were out of his mouth before he had decided on a course of action and she paused. As soon as he was put on the spot, standing there almost awkwardly, he lost the nerve. Giving her a present would come with too many other explanations that he just wasn't bloody ready to give. He wasn't good at this emotional stuff, "It's just — you've still got a bruise on your neck. Come here, I'll fix it quick."
"Oh," her hand went instinctively to her neck, "Yeah, good catch."
She walked over and pulled her hair back and he did a quick spell on the blue mark forming on her skin. He'd planned on leaving it there for her to find and heal later. He liked having his mark on her. But it was as good an excuse as any to call her back over.
"Thanks," she said with a crooked smile and he pulled her back to him with another long, deep kiss. They didn't usually kiss goodbye, but it wasn't so unusual that it would raise any alarms.
"Just something to keep you thinking about coming back to this," he said and she felt herself grin. Thinking about fucking Malfoy was something that was on her mind enough as it was, but one last lingering kiss would certainly keep it more prevalently at the front of her mind.
"See you in a few weeks," she said as he let her go and she walked to the door to take her leave.
Once the door was securely shut behind her he finally walked over to the shelf and grabbed the gift that was sitting there with a sigh. He'd give it to her one day. Whenever he finally told her how he felt. He stashed it under his arm and left through the door to return to the dungeons. It was going to be a long three weeks.
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A/N: This was originally a one-shot that I'll be extending into maybe 5-6 parts. I haven't totally decided, but I do already have the third chapter written and in the editing phase. Thanks for reading!