This was the 5th time this month that Hermiome had stubbled upon Lavander and Ron, smooshing their faces together in the hallways. And the sight of the couple swapping juices was utterly disgusting. Without a second thought she said goodbye to Harry and hello to books. Alot of books.

As she walked through the corridors of the library, the shelves rose around her like the walls of the maze that she longed to be lost in. She went to her usual spot in the second to last corridor and flounced into the warm comfy arm chair that beckoned her tired body. She folded in to the beat up leather and relished in the fact that it was always warm and soft though she had never seen anyone besides her sitting in it. She took off her robe leaving the basic school uniform and loosened her tie and buttons, allowing her ample room to breathe and relax.

She pulled out her Potion's textbook and immediately put it away again. Slughorn had instantly became one of her least favorite Professors and his constant favoritism was annoying her. Now she knew how Ron felt. She was still quite peeved at Harry for not giving back his textbook.

All three of them feared that the book had once belonged to Voldemort, and though Harry was still in denial about how the evil could rub off on him, everyone knew how Tom Riddle's magic had mind controlled Ginny into freeing him years ago. She wished he would just admit using that book was a bad idea and give it to Professor McGongall or someone.

She sunk into the comfy chair letting the serinity roll over her in calming waves. She dug into her napsack to find the provisions she had prepared for herself. She pulled out a tin of pastries that Dobby had given her as a thank you of some kind, and a jug of butterbeer. She grabbed a different text book and slid into her chair comfortable for the time being. She let her brain let go of all the stress she had been harboring all that day, and focused, instead on her Defense of the dark arts textbook. Snape had been going hard on the entire class giving her and a few students extra homework due for their next class with him. She had of course finished it, but she wanted to thoroughly cover any subject he could possibly bring up in the next lesson, in case he would pick on her again.

Hours later, Hermione had not moved an inch and wouldn't if it hadn't been for the lights shutting off. This had not been the first time Hermione had been left in the library past lights out and she had her routine almost down-packed. She pulled her wand from her long socks and

cast a quick illumination charm causing a floating globe to follow her around as she put her things away, and then walked towards the door.

The last time she had been locked in, had been back in the 4th year when she would do extra studying to help Harry prepare for his trials. Usually the doors would be locked, but only with a easy spell that Hermione had learned in first year, and never from the inside. Oddly though, when Hermione tugged on the big brass handle in front of her it didn't move in the slightest. She tried the opposite door to no avail.

"It's locked Halfbreed."

Hermione whipped around, wand poised at the Slytherin that had just addressed her.

Just like a Slytherin to be slinking around in the darkness, Hermione thought. "What are you doing here Malfoy? There are no Students in here for you to take advantage of."

"Locked in, same as you. But I have to disagree with you on the taking advantage thing. I see a primed target right in front of me." He said finally stepping into the light of her orb. His steely gray eyes traced the length of her body eyeing her like an object he was to posses.

Hermione sneered in disgust at her enemy before whipping away from him, hoping her curly mane would wipe the smirk off his face. She made her way over to Madame Pince's desk, searching for a clue to get out of this library. Desperate to be away from Malfoy. As she searched Draco followed her behind the desk, lost in thought.

Hermione was a mystery to him. All his life, his family had taught him that Mudbloods were weak pitiful creatures. That they were disgusting deformed creatures that looked normal. He was taught that they were below him, they were supposed to be treated like a cancer, cut from the body before they could infect anything else. But Hermiopne had proved everything wrong. She had proven to be a brilliant, vivacious witch that could best anyone- even him, though he hated to admit that even to himself.

Malfoy couldn't help but think that if Hermione had been born a fullbreed and a slytherin (of course), she would be his equal and maybe his wife one day, if she'd take him. And the thought utterly repulsed the trained side of his brain, yet enticed the other thought of the witch baring his children both delighted and disgusted.

Desperate to get out of his own brain, he turned back towards her. She was still bent over rummaging through Madame Pince's things, for what?- he had no clue. From his current vantage point, he could see her bust almost spilling over the top of her button down. The buttons unbuttoned leaving what was underneath to be his to analyze, to admire.

He moved from the front of the desk walking over to the side. Her skirt must have been bought some time ago, because the hem barely covered the crease where her bottom and thigh met. He traced down her long legs to her red and gold socks. They accentuated the length of her legs beautifully, making him want to trace his tounge along the long limbs.

Knowing she, unlike any other girl, would never have anything to do with him made her that more exciting. She was certainly a challenge.

Draco slyly slid between her and the wall, her backside brushing against his groin sending sparks of arousal through him. Hermione felt it too and flew upwards in response. Her body stiffened like a board and she pressed herself against the desk trying to put as much space between them.

Draco smirked and stepped with her, sandwiching between himself and the desk. He couldn't help but smirk seeing the little witch so precarious, all because of a little contact. Now that their bodies were completely touching, he reached and grabbed her waist. Hermione's heart thumped, a few years ago she had a slight crush on Draco but now she preferred to view him purely as an enemy, which was incredibly hard to do with him crushing her like this.

He whispered in her ear, "What you looking for, Granger? Don't tell me the Madame Gryffindor is scared of a little fun." She shuddered under him and he laughed.

Quickly Hermione caught on to the game he was trying to play. He was trying to find out what made her tick. This would end, like any other competition Malfoy had posed with her, with Hermione being triumphant. She took a deep breath carefully composing her next response.

"Of course I'm not. After all I'm not tye one reacting so obviously."

She swiveled her hips into his groan, proud at the hushed grunt he emitted. She turned to look at him with a smirk, driving the fact that she knew the game, and was going to win.

"Don't mess with me Malfoy, we both know you can't win." She pressed her round ass into his groin one last time before turning to move away from him.

Malfoy frowned at her, grabbing her waist and pulling her back to him. He pressed her hips further into his own grinding against her.

Hermione stifled the moan that threatened to escape her lips. Malfoy smirked at her, but the smirk was gone after Hermione turned and faced him. Pressing her breasts against his chest and blinking up at him. Hermione smirked back at and tried to turn from him, but Draco had other plans. He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her into him. His lips grazing against hers. With one sharp intake of breath from Hermione, the smirk returned.

"You're not winning this time Granger." He whispered in her ear.

Hermione had grown very tired of that smirk and smiled at her idea to wipe it off his face. Taking Draco and herself in surprise she breathlessly pressed her lips to his. He stiffened under her before melting under the pair of soft lips.

Sure she had won, Hermione began to slide away from him. Again he refused to let her move and instead deepened the kiss with a sense of defiance that Hermione could recall as her own. She too melted into his hold as he kissed her forcefully. Her hands rose from his chest one sliding gracefully to his jaw. The other going into his hair. It was completely soft and buttery.

As if Draco was in a trance, the arm around her waist adjusted, now gripping her hip as his other hand ventured lower and lower to her bum. Hermione tugged playfully at his soft white locks, and he gripped her right buttox in response. Hermine moaned slightly and wrapped her arm around his neck hoping to pull him in closer.

Draco picked her up and placed her on the desk, pulling her chin up towards him. Hermione gasped and Draco leaned down to kiss her jaw, trailing down to her shoulder, peppering her skin with delicate kisses.

Hermione reached forward needing something to hold her down. She grabbed the fabric of his wite buttoned down. She then reached underneath his shirt, her fingers lightly grazing the hard flesh of his torso.

Draco grew more aggressive biting and nipping at her flesh. Proud at the future bruises he was leaving on her skin. In return Hermione slid her hands up his chest before slowly, and painstakingly raking her nails against his skin. Before trailing down to his groin grabbing hard and rubbing it with the intent of feeling it harden in her grasp.

Draco took a deep breath in. The small hand applying pressure to the his pulsing member through his pants. His cotton briefs rubbing against his sensitiveness as the hot little witch shiffted in her position. In near quite anticipation.

"Fuck." He whispered to himself.

Draco's hand grabbed at her breasts, palming them with the same force Hermione was using on him. He massaged her enjoying the gasping noises and breathy moans that escaped her lips. He slid his hands underneath, her blouse sliding it in her bra cup. He was surprised to feel the hard peaks that greeted him. Unable to stop himself his lips returned to the softness of hers.

He pinched and rubbed her nipples and she bit her lip, trying not to express how amazing it felt. She unfastened his belt and slid her hands past his boxers. His member was already hard and she stroked it slowly, running her fingers across his sensitive tip as soft as a whisper. He groaned and then bit her in protest. He slid his hand further into her brassier cupping her delectably soft breasts. His other hand plunging into her skirt, rubbing her clit through the moist fabric of her knickers.

Hermione couldn't help but moan, and just as soon as the sound escaped her lips she regretted it. Draco plunged two of his narrow fingers into Hermione. She screamed at the sudden entrance. His fingers pumping inside her warmness, stretching her insides.

She grabbed his rock hard member, gripping the flesh tightly. He groaned loudly.

She stroked his throbbing wand harder and harder feeling each of his pulsing heartbeats through his burning hot pelvis. She massaged him roughly, with great urgency. She slid her other hand lower, grabbing his balls roughly, squeezing them softly in her small fist. They both knew whoever came first was the absolute looser, but in part neither of them really cared.

Hermione tilted her head sideways as Malfoy started to sucked on her pulse, before Malfoy grabbed her face and pulled it to hers, choking her lightly as he kissed her forcefully. Their lips entertwined as thd heat in both of them were both so close to being driven over the edge by each other. One final stroke and Hermione tightened incredibly around his fingers.

"Oh my god, Draco." She moaned loudly.

The act drove Draco to his wits end and he spurted his warm white seed onto Hermione's hand. Hermione's lower half convulsed as she too came around him. Electricity pulsed through her body. Draco felt the same shocking feeling as the waves of ecstacy rolled over them both.

Soon they heard another sound other than their own hard breathing and moans.

Footseps in the hallway.

Hermione tried to slide off the table but Draco hooked his fingers around the fabric of her messy moist panties, quickly pulling them down her legs, and off of her lower half. Then in he shoved them in his pocket and picked her off the table himself. He slid her gently to the ground just as the door opened. His arm was still wrapped around the young witches waist.

"Give them back!" She whispered furiously. Her once flushed face was now red with a mix of embarrassment and frustration.

"No I win." He stated with a smirk.

Flich stepped into the room. Hermione faced away from them and looked at Draco in defiance.

She rose her fingers to her lips her tongue out licking his left over cum off the two digits. Then she grabbed his hand while he watched in shock. She slid her tongue up the length of his two fingers, from his base to his finger nails, swirling at the tips before pushing them slowly into her mouth, sucking them absolutely dry. Pulling her mouth away with a quiet pop.

Draco watched the witch in complete shock as she walked away from him, towards Filch. She flashed a Prefects badge and walked past the old annoyed man. He looked down at his semi erect penis. He frowned angrily at the doorway Hermione had left from, clearly getting the message.

Fuck, she won.

Not for long, he thought. Before he too stomped past the clearly confused janitor.