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Chapter 2

It was a cool brisk evening when Hermione made her way down to the dungeons for her detention. The further she walked the colder it got and the more a sense of dread filled her. Merlin, what had she gotten herself into? She wondered to herself. She wished she had brought her Gryffindor scarf as she proceeded to her fate. She was around the corner from the potions classroom when she stopped next to an open janitorial closet which seemed to be full of water. Peeves, she thought, what are you up to now? Just as she was taking a closer look to ensure there was nothing nasty and just some spilt water. As she walked into the dark confined space she heard footsteps come to a halt behind her. She turned around and there he was. Draco Malfoy. Standing there like he owns the closet and was wondering what she was doing daring to come into his territory. At this thought, Hermione began to chuckle forgetting where she was and who she was with.

"Something funny Granger? Or are you just realising you are where you belong, in the dirt and filth?" He asked.

"Oh Malfoy, you really should sharpen your teeth if that's all you've got. You're losing your bite. In fact you lose your bite in first year." Hermione came back. Still smiling with the thought of Draco behaving like a dog over a bone, or a closet. The closet she was still standing in. As Malfoy moved forward into the cupboard, Hermione unconsciously took a step back only to find she was already at the back wall where she then proceeded to turn around and grab a broom she had knocked.

She's nervous, Malfoy thought to himself, smiling. Just then the door slammed shut in its holder. As it closed it pushed Draco all the way in so he was pressed up against Hermione, who was pressed face first into the back wall.

It was pitch black and not a sound could be heard save for the laughter echoing down the hall.

"Peeves." Hermione whispered, now beginning to panic. She couldn't breathe properly let alone attempt to open the door. There was this huge weight lying against her. It was him. All firm and fit pressed up against her soft curves. Hermione was really starting to get flustered now. "Malfoy get off me!"

"I can't! I can barely move! Stupid door. Stupid Peeves. Stupid fucking Snape." He said, mirroring Hermione's thoughts from the Potions class debacle.

"Can you at least try to turn around and open the door," she sighed "please?"

"I'm trying but the door won't budge. Peeves must have blocked it or locked it or something."

"Thanks Captain Obvious. Jeez of all the luck. This is worse than detention. Grrr! Have you got your wand?"

"No. No wands remember. Yeah and well you are certainly not my first choice. I think I would start with them being human as a first." Malfoy chuckled at his own joke. And Hermione felt it. All down her back. His chest rumbling and vibrating against her.

"Well can you at least stop moving. You're," she stopped, searching for the right words "hurting me."

"Oh. Getting nervous are we. A little, flustered perhaps?" he said as he picked up on her awkwardness and lifted a piece of her hair fanning around her now blushing face. She was thankful it was so dark. "Aw poor little innocent virginal Granger pressed up against big, bad, Draco." He whispered into her ear and pushing his hips further against her bottom accenting the last three words.

"Don't! Stop it Malfoy! Besides my sex life is none of your business! So butt out! Help! Can anyone hear me?! Help!" She yelled.

"There's no point yelling. No one is going to be coming past here at 7 at night. Anyway your screaming is giving me a headache." He replied placing his arms either side of Hermione on the wall. He wished he could turn around at least so he wasn't pressed up against her body. He hadn't had sex in about a week and was beginning to get worried that he would start responding especially when she wasn't staying still. It wasn't his fault. If she would just stay still.

"God what if no one finds us? What if we're stuck in here for days? It's Friday and and and that means that no one would be anywhere close to where we are." Hermione began to become very vocal and started pushing against Draco's body, placing her hands on the cool wall in front of her not realising in her hysterical state that she had placed her hands on top of Draco's. Draco noticed.

"And then I'll have to miss 2 days of study oh no and then I'll behind and and oh god!" Getting more frantic by the minute in her anxiety filled oblivious mind. "Oh and there's the quidditch match tomorrow and Harry and Ron are both expecting me to be there for the game and breakfast tomorrow when Harry doesn't eat anything because he's too nervous that this might just be the time when actually beat him and Ron stuffs his face with every piece of food on all four house tables before leaning over to kiss Lavender who then shrieks because his mouth is still full of pumpkin pie which isn't really that appealing I guess. I don't know he never used to –"

"Granger."

"-probably because I would have smacked him good but then all that food would fall out and –"

"Granger!"

"-but he is sweet despite his piggish eating habits well they're both brothers to me but what about when they marry. Am I going to be best man? Oh no I can't wear a tuxedo but do they wear tuxedos at magical wedd-"

"Hermione!" It was the use of her first name that shocked her out of her blabbering rant. "Don't. Move."

All of a sudden the timbre of his voice had changed to an indefinable quality. He was deadly serious. Hermione was sure he must have changed some time during her nonsensical spiel but she wasn't she what had caused it.

There was silence. No body moved. No body spoke.

Then, it was the most infinitesimal of movements when Draco slid his pelvis forward into the soft, moist heat at apex of her thighs.

"Malfoy! What are you doing?! Get off!" She screamed, again struggle and moving against the hard flesh and the sensations it as creating. Draco's hand left the wall and placed it on Hermione's soft stomach. That stopped her. Draco let out a small groan and Hermione could feel movement between her thighs. His hand on her stomach was firm, almost grasping her and pushing her backwards onto him. "Malfoy what-"

"Sssshhh. Just be quiet Hermione." He said softly, stunning her again with the use of her first name. His head dropped to her shoulder. God what the hell was happening? He wasn't really dry humping Granger in a closet was he?! He was Draco Malfoy! He could pull any woman. And he was the best at what he did. He didn't need to resort to juvenile pre-pubescent antics to get laid. But he just couldn't help himself. He was here. She was here. And he was infected. But he could also feel that she was too. They both could feel it and since the "moment" that afternoon neither had been able to get it out of their minds. He could feel her heart beat thundering away. He was listening to it from where his cool ear was pressed against her warm neck.

She shivered. This made Draco groan again, more audible this time, and pull her even tighter against him. Hermione's hands were still against the cold stone wall, the right against the cold and the left still on top of his. Draco could now feel her warm sweaty palms against his hands. Her fingers twitched against his. His fingers moved and entwined them with hers.

Hermione could hear that he was breathing heavily, almost panting. She let her fingers bind with his. Her breathing accelerating and her pulse racing to catch up. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to the world of sensations. She pushed herself back once more, slower this time and into Draco's groin.

"Oh Merlin. Jesus Christ Hermione what have you done to me?" Draco whispered into her neck again causing Hermione to shiver. His cool lips felt good on her heated skin. But he didn't stop there. His lips kept moving, slowly on her shoulder then moving up to the sensitive spot behind her ear. Hermione's head tilted back and to the side ever so slightly allowing him more access. And he took full advantage of the permission. He softly bit her neck causing her to gasp and then sigh as he sooth the mark with a lick and a kiss. Moving up higher he nudged her cheek with his nose to turn towards him all the while beginning to thrust, slowly at first then more vigorously, his hips making circular movements triggering Hermione's sensory system to shift into overdrive.

She turned her head, as soon as she did Draco took full advantage and swooped down and stole her lips in a rough but passionate kiss. Her right hand lifted from the wall and went back to cover the back of Draco's neck and head, pushing his lips impossibly closer to her's.

Suddenly Draco pulled away. It wasn't enough. He let go of her hand and grabbed her waist and turned her around to face him. She looked up into his face. His eyes were clouded over with lust, a glint in them that made Hermione's pulse soar. His hands were gripping her waist tightly and before she could say anything his lips crashed back down on her's.

Hermione's mind was going haywire. But she couldn't think. Only feel. His hands were in her hair, on her waist, on her back pushing her closer. She lifted her hands and put them on his chest, sliding them upwards into his hair. With a groan against her lips, he bent down and lifted her up to wrap her legs around his waist all the while keep their lips connected. He stepped into the space between her thighs and pushed himself up against her. She cried out but Draco quickly reclaimed her lips.

His hands were now sliding up her thighs, under her skirt to her knicker-covered bottom. The next thing she knew was her knickers were not only wet but being dragged down her legs. She tensed for a moment and then resumed her kissing and exploration of Draco's body.

Draco felt her tense then continue her ministrations on him. He knew she was a virgin but he also knew that if she had wanted him to stop she would've done so already. He dragged her knickers down but was unable to get them far without putting her down. So he did. Never breaking physical contact he slowly let her down as he began to kiss his way down her throat to the hollow of her collarbone, down through the valley between her breasts, kissing each new patch of skin as he undid the buttons of her blouse.

Hermione kept her hands in Draco's hair and savoured every feeling he was evoking within her. She had never felt anything like this before. It was amazing. She began to tense when he finally had her blouse completely undone and was kissing her stomach, his tongue paying particular attention to her belly button. He looked up at Hermione sensing her apprehension and saw her looking down at him. He smiled a genuine smile and went lower. Hermione's hands left his hair as she watched his head disappear under the veil of her golden brown tartan skirt. It was one of the most erotic things Hermione had ever seen.

She felt Draco slowly pull down her underwear as she then slipped out of them. His hands were soft and tentative on the back of knees sliding up as his lips followed placing light kisses all the way up until he reached the hot centre of her. Hermione yelped. Draco laughed against her. Hermione gasped. Draco began to lick, suck and kiss Hermione to ecstasy. All she could see was movement under school skirt. Hermione never thought she'd be one for fantasies but the school skirt added another element.

She could feel it getting closer, building and building and just when she holding her breath, soh god he was so close, so close, almost there, nearly-

Draco stopped. He knew she was close. God she tasted so good. Amazing in fact. He brought his head from under her skirt licking his lips all the while. He was moving up again. Closer and closer. Then their lips touched and he could taste he anticipation and lust and passion and Hermione could taste herself and Draco mixed together. It was intoxicating. So much so that when the time came for Draco to lift her back up again she jumped readily for him. With the main obstacle of her underwear dealt with, Hermione quickly began to pull Draco's school shirt from his pants and make quick work of the buttons before moving on to his belt.

Hermione paused for a moment to look at his sculptured chest and abdomen. He was magnificent. She moved her hands up slowly from his belt, tracing the curves and bends of his body, skin on skin. When she got to his chest he tensed and closed his eyes only opening them when she had moved her hands up further to push his shirt over his shoulders. She bent down and kissed his left nipple before biting it and placing a soothing lick before kissing her way up, up, up to his neck and finally back to his lips.

This, her lips, her shirt open revealing her red bra, was driving him crazy. With a growl he pulled her shirt off her shoulders and with matching haste Hermione shrugged out of her shirt before Draco planted his face fair between her now sensitized breasts. Hermione held him there revelling in the feel of the sense of peace it offered. So did Draco. He stopped everything, just standing there with his face laid against her chest hugging her against the wall. It didn't last long before Draco began kissing her body again.

Hermione continued undoing Draco's belt and once that was done she moved onto sliding his zipper down, brushing and vibrating against Draco's now swollen cock. She pushed his pants and briefs down to mid-thigh before growing impatient and grasping his cock in her petite hands. Draco groaned and positioned himself at her entrance. He halted briefly to look into her eyes a final check to make sure of her consent. She looked into his questioning gaze and afraid speaking would break the spell, she just kissed. A soft kiss telling him it was okay.

He moved in closer and although her skirt was still on he found her entrance and surged through. Oh god, Hermione thought to herself, he's huge. He stopped buried deep and paused allowing her time to adjust. He could feel her hands, her fingernails biting into his shoulders making half-moon crescents in his skin adding to the exhilaration. Slowly she began to kiss him again and started to move slowly forwards and backwards, up and down. Draco caught on to her rhythm and increased his pace to match.

Soon they were both clawing at each other, desperate for release and pushing each other to it. Before long enough Draco was pulling her hips down to meet his as his thrusts become violent and Hermione was clawing at his back, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and one hand reaching up to grab the bar above them holding on as she rode Draco until the very end.

It was coming, just around the corner and it came surging at both of them like a tidal wave of sensation, awareness and sexual wonderment. Sweaty and clinging to each other for dear life, Draco and Hermione stayed like that for a good minute before they finally began to slide down the wall together turning over so Draco was leaning against the cold wall still buried deep inside Hermione who was now straddling Draco, resting against his chest her head was now audience to Draco's thundering heart beat.

"Wow." Hermione whispered. "Just. Wow. I didn't know it could be like that." She said as she made small patterns on his chest just as he was playing with a few strands of her hair.

"Hmmm and it was only your first time. Next time will be even better." Draco replied not thinking.

"Next time? Oh God this was a mistake. I just, I, I couldn't stop myself." She said with a clearer mind now sitting up. Looking down she realised she was only in her red bra, her school skirt, no underwear and one Draco Malfoy. "Oh my god. Oh my god." She was panicking again moving and trying to stand up only reigniting the sensations of their earlier exertions. Hermione stopped dead still. Draco's hands tightened on her waist as sucked in a quick breath of air.

He put a hand on her neck and pulled her back down to him, kissing her with abandon. An unspoken agreement came between the two lovers as Hermione indulged her body and her mind. Just one more time...she thought as Draco's hands slid slowly up her back to unclip her bra and slowly move it down her arms.

Hermione was beyond thought as Draco relieved her of her bra. Already she could feel him growing inside her and already she was responding to him in the only way she knew how. She could feel him now pulling the zip down of the skirt still bunched around her waist and so she took a deep mental breath and pulled it up over her head, never breaking eye contact with Draco apart for that brief second. She was becoming more aroused each second and could sit still no longer. She clenched her inner muscles around Draco who in turn grasped her hips tighter and bit her bottom lip roughly, pushing his tongue in and teasing her own, inciting it to come out and play. And she did.

Hermione began to move up and down on Draco's hips, holding his shoulders for support. Increasing her pace as Draco left her lips to take her left nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting as he began to really push up into Hermione. As she lent backwards almost leaning for support on Draco's knees her hands slipped to his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat pounding under her hand. They were once again coming close to that final peak, the height of exhilaration when Draco dragged Hermione forward again to claim her lips in a rough kiss as they both climaxed, tearing at each other's skin in rough abandonment.

A lethargic Hermione now collapsed against an equally exhausted Draco. Finally, moments later with both placing feather-light kisses on one another's neck, leading to the softest kiss yet. A thankyou, a goodbye and just a pure heartfelt kiss. After a few more minutes of rest and peace and quiet away from the outside world, away from trivial grudges and best friends, away from expectations and bloodlines, they just felt like two people exhausted and satiated in post-coital bliss.

"Thank you Draco." Hermione whispered softly into his lips, her eyes slowly tracing a path up to his. Getting nervous again but not for actions or what happen. Never would she regret what happen between the two of them this evening. Draco began to chuckle but Hermione knew it wasn't a cruel laugh as he was still making idle patterns on her back.

"I think we've missed detention. Oh well this was much more enjoyable." He said as he pulled her against him her head hugged against his chest.

"Oh we did, didn't we, I've never had detention on my own merit let alone missed it." Hermione said, hugging Draco back. "Do you think Snape will give us detention for a week?" She queried.

"I hope so." He said before kissing the top of her head.