Chapter 6 - Saturday

A few days passed since Hermione's confrontation with Lavender. She had eaten her meals at off times to miss her group, and give Lavender the space she needed. She told them that she had studies to catch up on and research to do to find out who the perpetrator of the prank was, and nobody questioned her. Technically, she wasn't lying. She was in the library right now, trying to catch up on her studies. She had also been researching about… other things.

As she levitated a book back to its shelf, a warm hand slid around her waist, entered the opening of her blouse and splayed across her stomach. A nose nuzzled into her neck and she smiled as Draco's familiar scent encased her. Humming with appreciation of his touch, she brought her hands back to feel his muscular legs and groped his arse. His pelvis twitched forward in response and he chuckled.

"Mmmmm, I missed you," Draco purred into her ear and gave it a playful nip. "Where have you been hiding today? I've been looking everywhere and I've finally caught you." His voice lowered. "And since you made me wait, there will be no mercy."

Hermione turned around with a gleam in her eye.

"Promise?"

Her hands were already fumbling with his belt buckle as he walked her backwards to a corner, casting a Silencing Charm around them. She began to loosen his trousers and pull his already hard member out of his boxers. She started to stroke him, but he captured her hands before she could pump him too hard and drew them behind her, still walking her backwards until she hit the wall.

"Hands off," he commanded.

She grinned devilishly up at him. Holding her wrists behind her with one hand, he began to feel his way under her skirt with the other.

He raised an eyebrow. "What are you looking so satisfied about?"

Towering over her, his fingers inched higher up her leg, and her smirk grew. His eyes widened.

No knickers!

"You," he leaned down to kiss her, "are a naughty -" Another kiss. " - naughty, girl." He bit her lower lip for a few seconds and then released it.

He gave her a feral grin. "Have you been going without knickers all day, hoping that I would find you?"

She quirked an eyebrow in return. "I knew you'd find me eventua-"

His mouth descended onto hers before she could finish her sentence. He released her wrists and tangled his fingers in her hair. She moaned into his mouth as his other hand stroked her damp folds. She quivered as warmth and need pulsed through her.

Hermione ran her hands through his hair, down his shoulders and over his muscled chest. She loved the feeling of his hard, masculine body under her hands and pressed against her body. She reached down to massage his arse and he raised her leg and wrapped it around him for better access. As he lowered himself to the ground, he kissed her neck and then the open V area of her blouse. His one hand cupped her arse and he continued to fondle her core with the other. Hermione's breathing sped up as she leaned back against the shelves and ran her fingers through his hair. He propped her leg up on his shoulder now as he kneeled in front of her. He looked up at her with heat and desire in his eyes. First he inserted one finger and then another into her hot wetness, and slowly applied pressure to her G-spot, watching her pant and bite her lip.

Hermione fisted his hair and pulled him towards her as she groaned.

"Oh, keep doing that, it's so – oh!"

Draco's hot tongue ran over her clit as he stimulated her inner wall. This time, he didn't make her wait and brought her to a swift and powerful orgasm with his mouth and fingers. She bucked her hips on his face and she cried out his name, panting. As he felt the last of her contractions around his fingers, he slowly extracted them when Hermione caught his wrist.

He looked up into her lust filled eyes. The shit-eating grin returned to her face. He was learning to like that grin. Slowly and deliberately, she raised his wet fingers to her mouth. Looking directly into his eyes, she inserted one of his fingers into her mouth and licked her juices off. He stood up to watch her, lips parted and heart racing.

Merlin!

He stood up slowly, towering over her. She ran her tongue all over his finger, slowly licking and finally sucking his whole finger into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it and looked up into his piercing, molten gaze. The sensation raced right from his finger and down to his cock.

He stared down at her entranced. Would she go down on him? He wasn't sure how experienced she was. They hadn't talked about it yet, and the Lustfarae potion made it impossible to tell.

She slowly extracted his finger from her mouth while simultaneously applying suction. "Granger..." he groaned as his finger popped out of her mouth.

"So I've been reading a bit," she began.

That grin of hers was back.

"Were you now?" he asked, his voice husky.

"Yes I was, and I'd like to try something new." She ran her hands down his front and started to lightly stroke his member again.

"Something new?" he growled at her. She gripped him down there with more force and cupped his balls lightly, running her fingers over them back and forth. He bucked and hissed.

"Yes, but you're going to have to be patient. You see, I only know how to do this theoretically. I have no… ummm…" She licked her lips and his cock twitched in her hands. "… Practical experience."

Pre-cum left the tip of his cock; she swiped it up with her finger and brought it to her mouth.

"Merlin!" he whispered. She began to lower herself to a kneel in front of him.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

He clutched the shelves and leaned back against them as he felt her lick his member with her tongue. He could feel his cock twitch with each touch, with each swipe of her warm tongue. Merlin, he wanted to be in her mouth! She continued to lick him up and down, swirling her tongue around the sides and tip. Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, he felt the warm expanse of her mouth as he entered her.

He shuddered and let out a string of expletives. She began to pump him with her hand as an extension of her mouth. Slowly at first, back and forth. Her other hand, which had been lightly caressing his balls, inched backward to apply pressure to his taint and rub it back and forth. The saliva from her mouth dripped downwards, lubricating the area as she rubbed it. He felt desire coil around his body and went rigid.

"Merlin!" he gasped for the second time.

Which books was she reading? He'd have to try that the next time he wanked. He could feel her smile around his cock, and he grinned.

"Don't think too highly of yourself Granger" he teased, looking down at her. "You're not that greeeeeaaaahhhhh!"

His eyes bulged. Without warning, she had inserted her finger into his anus. He held onto the bookshelves for support as the unfamiliar sensation of being violated from there weakened his knees. Before he had time to think about the irony of the situation, she stroked his prostate. He bucked hard as her finger moved in time with her mouth and hand along his member, and his orgasm approached without warning.

"Fuck! I'm going to - ungh!"

He held onto the bookshelves, clenched his thighs and blew his load into the back of her mouth. She kept stroking his prostate and member, and before he had a chance to say anything else, he felt a second orgasm rip though his body, without cum. He grunted and bucked his hips as the last of his orgasm passed.

Still clutching the bookcase, he hung his head and waited for his breathing to steady. She slowly and gingerly extracted her finger from his anus and released his member from her mouth. He shuddered from the oversensitivity of his genital area and slid down to the floor next to her, pulling his pants up.

Draco looked at Hermione with wonder in his eyes. She smiled at him and swallowed. She swallowed his cum.

"You are… fucking amazing."

She smiled wickedly. "I wanted to make you feel as good as you make me feel."

"Oh my God you fucking do." He leaned his head back against the bookshelf and let out a long breath. "Fucking. Amazing."

He turned his head to study her again. "Come here."

He dragged her into a hug on his lap, buried his face into her neck and hair, and breathed in her scent. Neither one of them talked or moved for a few minutes as they sat breathing silently together on the floor.

"So what are these books you're reading anyway? I approve."

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Hermione and Draco were huddled together in a far corner table working on Transfiguration theory. They had started doing classwork together these past few days, since she had taken the antidote. They worked well together, and she knew enough about him by now not to be surprised by that.

Curiously enough, even though she decided not to tell her friends about Lavender, she felt she could share it with him. After all, he had been just as much affected by Lavender's ill-thought out prank as she had. If she would have confided in him earlier, he would have figured out it was Lavender anyway. He had already told her, motivation was key. Lavender had motivation in spades and he wasn't biased by suppositions about her intelligence like Hermione was.

"So it was Lavender the whole time? Hah! I told Potter it wasn't a Slytherin." Draco gloated with enjoyment. "What are you going to do about her?"

"Well I was think-"

"I know what I'm going to do," he interrupted her, waggling his eyebrows. "Buy her flowers. Chocolates. Write her a personalized thank you note. Have her serenaded nightly. Whatever the hell she wants."

Hermione looked up with a rueful grin. "I'll do nothing. In fact, I still need to apologize to her."

Draco's mouth opened in surprise.

Hermione explained. "Even if the results of her prank wouldn't have been so…."

"Fan-fucking-tastic!"

"I was going to say-"

"Mind-blowing!"

"Positive."

Draco looked at her incredulously. "So a positive experience got you to admit that you're my Mudblood whore? Ow!"

She kicked him under the table. He glared at her, grabbed her knee and squeezed. Hard. She winced.

"Quit with the shin kicking," he growled at her menacingly. She looked up, feeling a jolt of fear.

He bet he'd left finger shaped bruises. Good. He loosened his hold and smirked back at her, caressing her thigh gently. "That's more like it." Hermione stared nervously into his grey eyes. He was sexy when he was bad and he knew it.

"You were saying?" he prodded her with a grin playing across his lips.

Hermione cleared her throat. "Even if things hadn't turned out okay in the end, I would still say that I deserved it."

Draco raised his eyebrows with interest. "Oh, really?"

"Well, not the prank per se. But I was intolerant and completely nasty to her. I certainly deserved her anger and resentment."

The corners of Draco's mouth lifted wickedly and his hand tightened possessively on her thigh. "How about I bend you over my knee, lift your skirt and spank your bare ass right now? Tell Lavender to watch while you count the beatings."

She flushed at the memory of him spanking her in the locker room and felt a tightening below at the thought of being laid over his knees like a naughty schoolgirl.

He leaned in closer and whispered into her ear. "I'll wear my Death Eater robes and mask."

She closed her eyes and gulped. Gods! He knew exactly how to turn her on. They were so similar in some ways, it was easy to connect with him. She turned to him, studying his eyes and the wicked look on his face.

His grin faltered and he eyed her warily. "What?"

"Why do you enjoy being hurt so much?" she certainly knew why she did. Draco knew that responsibility for herself, for her friends, for her parents, and for the war had weighed heavily on her for years. And with that responsibility came self-doubt, fear of failure and letting everyone down, and constant worrying that the decisions others relied on her for were the wrong ones. Relinquishing control was cathartic, as was being spanked for her self-perceived failures and inadequacies.

His fingers stilled on her thigh. "I've certainly done enough to be punished for, haven't I?"

"So if Pansy or Daphne or someone else would tie you up, bite and pinch you, you'd enjoy it?" She hadn't asked about his previous sexual encounters before. Obviously, he was more experienced than she was, but she didn't really know with whom or how much.

He glanced down at his textbook for a few moments and his thumb caressed her skin gently. Tenderly. She saw his cheeks flush at the memory of her biting and pinching him hard. He didn't let her heal any of the bruises she made on his body last night. "I don't think so. It's more fitting coming from you. I didn't know how much I would like it until that day in Potions."

"So I was your… first?" she asked with a seductive look.

He gave her a heated glance. "In that way, yes. You were."

"And yet you enjoy punishing me. Even though I haven't done anything to you."

He carefully placed his quill down on the parchment in front of him. "I have never had control over my life or over my future. The last two years were…" she saw him swallow. "…terrifying. Sex is one area I can have complete control of. I think specifically with you, it's an outlet for what I was taught to believe, what I was taught Muggle-borns were good for."

She nodded. It was fascinating when he opened up. "There are other Muggle-borns at Hogwarts," she countered.

He blinked at her. "You've battled Death Eaters verbally and physically while still underage and helped win the war." He struggled to formulate his thoughts and spoke slowly. "Punishing Hermione Granger for defying everything that I've been taught and those that taught me is infinitely more satisfying. Indeed, my family and I would have been rewarded for bringing the Golden Girl down. The Dark Lord wouldn't have punished us as much."

She leaned back in her chair. He said her name like she was a concept, not just a person. "So while you don't believe any of that nonsense you still get off on punishing me for going against it."

He furrowed his brow in thought as if confirming what she was saying. He took a hesitant breath and answered, "Yes."

Her lips formed a half-smile and she laid her hand over his affectionately. "You're fucked up, Draco Malfoy."

He let out a breath in relief, seeing that his highly personal explanation hadn't disturbed her. Then he leaned in again and said in a low voice, "Says the slut who wants me to dress up like a Death Eater, call her a Mudblood whore, make her lick my Dark Mark and spank her until she begs for my cock."

Her heart thudded in her chest and his hand crept up her thigh under her skirt. This conversation was so much more interesting than Transfiguration Theory. He was laying himself bare for her. She tilted her head to the side, not sure if she wanted to ask the next question. "Draco, what are we now?"

His hand paused and he answered hesitantly. "Do you want a label for us?"

She thought a minute. "Not necessarily. I don't know how to explain us. Are we public? Are we secret? Do you mind if your friends know?"

He sat back and considered her question. "Do you mind if your friends know?"

She narrowed her eyes at him. So typically Slytherin. Answering a question with a question. But still, he had been open with her. She could do the same.

"We're doing homework together regularly now. You're always staring at my legs in class and looking at me – right like that – that look!" He smirked. "We haven't really made any attempts to be discreet except when we…" She looked up at him with a sensual smile. "…engage in physical activities." His fingers stroked her thigh. "They haven't noticed yet, but they will eventually. They're not complete idiots."

He tickled the hair between her legs. "I'd beg to differ."

She smacked his hand down. He brought it right back up. She pursed her lips together in frustration and he grinned back in amusement.

"I'm trying to have a conversation with you."

He continued to work his way under her skirt and looked at her earnestly. "I'm listening."

"I'd have to lay the groundwork first. Ron is still ready to kill you."

Draco snorted. "The feeling's mutual." His fingers reached to where there were no knickers and he started to probe.

"Oh, well, that's settled then. You've got so much in common," she said, as she pushed his hand away again.

Draco looked at her as if she had grown another head. "I know you're kidding, but don't even start hoping for it." The hand was back up under her skirt. He looked at her insolently.

"What do you want to do about your friends?"

He licked his lips pensively and stared at her. "Whatever you want. Half of them want to fuck you anyway. We could keep this a secret but," Draco grinned at her evilly. "I wouldn't mind showing them that my territory is marked."

She gave him another kick under the table. His eyes hardened and he was on her before she had a chance to move. He pulled on her hair, dragged her head back, and growled in a low voice. "You're lucky I have to go now, Mudblood."

His fingers rubbed her clit and she spread her legs wider for him. A rush of adrenaline sped through her as she looked into his grey eyes, full of dangerous promise.

"I don't think that you've adequately learned your lesson," he continued, his voice full of menace.

His fingers pinched and twisted her clit painfully. She whimpered. He lowered his face to her even further with his hot breath directly on her ear.

"Next time," he whispered, "it won't be my finger taking you from behind." She gasped as he pinched her clit again, leaving her in a right state before walking off.

Draco left the library without looking back, smiling all the way to Quidditch practice.

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Thinking that three days were sufficient time for Lavender to cool off, Hermione summoned her courage and headed to the Gryffindor common room. Lavender was sitting in between Ron and Harry and the three were laughing. She felt relieved in that she was happy for them instead of resentful of Lavender's presence. It was a welcome change, and she felt better about herself.

Maybe this whole experience had changed her for the better. Hopefully. She didn't like how she had behaved before around Lavender. Furthermore, she didn't like that she had justified her treatment of Lavender, giving herself the moral high ground.

She took a breath and approached her. " Lavender, I need help with…"

Lavender looked at her warily. Hermione was going to say something about hair, but realized that she would just be repeating the same mistakes that she made earlier when Lavender had rejected her apology.

"…with catching up on History of Magic and Care of Magical Creatures. I'm missing two days of notes, and yours are much better organized than either Harry's or Ron's."

Ron snorted. "That's not saying much. A Hippogriff's notes would be more organ- ow!" Lavender elbowed him in the ribs.

"Okay," Lavender said warily. "My notes are upstairs."

The two girls walked awkwardly together to the girls' dorms. When they reached Lavender's bed, she leafed through a few parchments and retrieved what Hermione needed.

"Thanks… I," Hermione cleared her throat. " I wanted-"

"I wanted to apologize," Lavender interrupted her.

Hermione looked up, surprised. That's what she came here for.

"Slipping you the potion was a nasty thing to do. And I really appreciate that you didn't say anything. I think Ron would have dumped me had he found out. And I certainly would have lost all of you as friends." Lavender sighed. "I really am sorry. And you were right, I didn't think all of the consequences through. I wanted Ron to stop wanting you. It could have been dangerous."

"I Stunned Snape."

"Well, the negative consequences," Lavender quipped and they both laughed.

After a few seconds the moment passed into awkward silence.

Hermione cleared her throat. "I deserved your anger."

Lavender was startled. "No, Hermione, you really didn't. Not like that."

Hermione continued. "I've treated you horribly since you and Ron have been together. I misjudged you, and when I apologized three days ago for my behavior, I realized that I hadn't stopped misjudging you. You were absolutely right."

Lavender listened patiently.

Hermione took a deep breath. "I'm a stuck-up bitch. I think that I'm better than a lot of other people. Not just you."

Lavender gasped, then giggled.

Hermione let a small grin appear. "No, it's okay. It's true. And you've known it's true for a long time. I haven't. But I'm trying to change those things. Okay?"

Lavender nodded.

Thinking of Draco and how he had surprised her, she continued, "People are very complex. You can't suss them out so quickly. How can anyone hope to understand a person that they don't take the time to know?"

She brought her thoughts back to Lavender. "And I didn't take the time to get to know you. So why don't we start over? And take the time to know each other?"

Lavender gave her a genuine smile. "I'd like that."

"I'll start." Hermione looked at her mischievously. "I'll tell you something that Harry, Ron and Ginny don't even know yet."

"What's that?" Lavender asked, now full of curiosity.

Hermione smirked. "That potion of yours was the best thing to happen to me."

Lavender's eyebrows shot up to her forehead.

"Oh, really?"

Chapter end notes:

Originally, this was supposed to be the ending. However, some reviewers thought there were loose ends that needed to be tied up. It's a two part epilogue: hot and steamy.

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