Chapter 7

It was bizarre to be back at Hogwarts. Hermione felt like she was too old for school and she was pretty sure Harry, George and Ron felt the same. Although Harry and Ginny got back to doing what they did best these days and it typically didn't involve anyone else. Lavander had followed Ron back to Hogwarts as well so they were rarely seen outside of class either.

George was struggling a bit being back. Fred's absence seemed a continual drain on him and the best distraction he found was to work. He tended to spend more time studying then he ever had in his life, even rivalling Hermione who just couldn't find the same joy in it now. He said the joke shop, while still running and quite profitable, just wasn't somewhere he wanted to be now, not without Fred.

Her and Harry were made prefects for Gryffindor, along with Ginny and another boy from Ginny's year. There were four prefects from each house, two from the repeating class and two from the official seventh years. The Heads were taken from the Ginny's year, as it would be unfair for them to miss out on becoming Heads because the previous year was repeating. Hermione mourned the loss of becoming a Head for a while as it was always something she had wanted, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Hermione didn't see much of Draco at first, just the occasional quick glance in the Main Hall or in class. He still scared first years, being the big bad resident Deatheater didn't help and he wasn't doing much to be nice. It bothered Hermione, hating to see any of his old bullying ways even if they were tamed down a bit.

He had found her in the restricted section of the library as he still had a standing pass thanks to the late Professor Snape. Some evenings they would have sex in one of the further away isles. Doing it in complete silence seemed so utterly naughty and sometimes Hermione had to bite her hand to keep herself from crying out.

Having a classfull of additional eighteen and nineteen year olds in the school made the Room of Requirements fairly busy these days.

"You need to be nicer to the first years." Hermione chided him one night.

"Why?" Draco asked like she'd lost her mind.

"Because you're scaring them."

"So?" He said. "I made one of them cry yesterday." He laughed.

"You're horrible. Don't be such a bully. Its just unnecessary."

"But so much fun." He said and muzzled her ear. "I've had a hard on since I saw you in class this morning."

Hermione felt the thrill of anticipation rushing through her as he began to grind her to him.

"You have no idea what you do to me." He whispered while moving his hands up her skirt to stroke her backside then moving towards the more sensitive parts in front. He liked watching her nipples get hard as he stroked her. In the end, she would just open for him and let him in between her thighs as her breath started turning into pants.

Him entering her was just heaven. It really was the be all and end all as far as she was concerned. In the heat of the moment, there was nothing to compare with it. Nothing she would trade it for and couldn't imagine not doing this constantly, forever. She didn't think she could deny him even if she tried.

"Are you going to cheer for me in the Quiddich match this weekend?" He said after they had gotten their breath back.

"In secret." She said with a sly smile. Knowing full well that she could never, ever root for him in the upcoming Slytherin - Gryffindor match.

"I'm going to win." He said, and with a low, seductive whisper he continued, "And you should think about the things I am going to do to you afterwards."

Harry won and Draco had a murderous look on his face. Harry did notice and gloat somewhat. This seemed to put Draco in a worse mood and he glared briefly at Hermione standing with her house mates before sharply turning and stalking off the field.

She got the feeling that she had done something wrong in his eyes, but couldn't quite understand what. But she didn't get a chance to ask him about his odd behaviour as he was absent from school much of the next month due to his father's trial.

When he returned and they met in the restricted section to the library, she tried to talk about it, but he was not paying attention. He wasn't even pretending like he was listening, and was still taking off her clothes while making fun of the fact that he was making fake attempts at listening. In the end, Hermione could only laugh as he determinedly moved towards the only goal he would consider at the moment and that was being naked and straining inside her.

Being apart for a month had been really hard. She had ached for him, so badly that sometimes she had to retort to relieving the tension on her own. Which is a fraught affair in the middle of the night in a dorm.

Apparently Lucius' trial was progressing nicely with some of the most damaging evidence being overturned or discredited, some in perhaps not the most ethical of ways. Another month, he should be free, according to Draco's expectations.

Hermione still didn't feel comfortable talking about Malfoy Senior and his imminent re-entry into society. But she didn't have to consider it for very long, Draco was very good at distracting her.

"So you haven't told Potty and Weasel?" He asked when they were dressing.

"Of course not. They would never understand." She said.

"So I'm you're dirty little secret then?" He teased.

"I'm sure you haven't told anyone either." She stated.

"True."

He stood behind her and Hermione could feel his breath on her neck and it sent goosebumps all down her body. He gently bent her over a table, holding her hands down with his fingers entwined in hers. She couldn't move unless he let her. A signal in her brain told her to panic, but she suppressed it. He entered her gently from behind. It went against everything she'd been taught. To never, ever give someone else control. Never give your control to a man. She had never given control to someone else at all. Constant vigilance, had been drummed into her for as long as she can remember. Her not being in control was dangerous, she needed to be the one who sees the unexpected, predicts the outcome and finds solutions. If she wasn't in control someone would die.

Letting him have the control was so utterly forbidden, but it still felt so right and exhilarating at this particular moment. The sensations were mixed with a swirl of emotions. It felt so good to trust him. 'Never show them your soft underbelly', her grandmother had said to her one day and she never had. But it was so tiring to never let go. Never to trust. She'd never truly trusted Ron, not to the point where she would be vulnerable. He'd proved her right too.

It was so deliciously naughty too, because this wasn't making love. This was being fucked and she trusted him with it. She could feel the tension building has he picked up speed and it exploded in her as they both found release.

Another secret to keep. Harry and Ron would never understand what she had just let him go to her. Ginny might, but probably not. Not with Malfoy. Maybe no one could.

They got dressed and kissed for a while before having to leave as the library was closing.

"I would be crushed to find that you weren't on my side." He said while giving her a final groping.

"What are you talking about sides?" She asked. "I thought we were done with sides. Look at the trouble its caused over the last five years."

"I'm just saying. I need you to be loyal."

Hermione didn't quite know how to respond. She wasn't exactly sure what he was referring to, but she nodded. She certainly wasn't going to be with anyone else.

The statement bugged her all throughout the next day. She mulled it over. She had never given him any indication that she would be with anyone else. But equally she couldn't understand his thought on sides. Was he referring to Quiddich?

She didn't end up seeing him for a few days and was distracted with Prefect duties. The occasional glimpses of him in class would just get her all hot and bothered, so she tried not to, because she would just lose the ability to keep up with the lecture.

She got heart palpitations whenever she looked at him, particularly when he'd catch her and pin her down with the intense stare that she would avoid at all costs in the past. She would fight for him, she decided, if it ever came to that. No one might ever understand what she'd done, but she would fight for it if she had to. He was worth it, she acknowledge with a smile.