Striding into the Library, Draco scanned the room idly for anyone he recognized before heading toward the back stacks where he knew his quarry liked to spend most of her time. He wasn't disappointed as he walked between the last dim stacks to a seldom-used-by-anyone-else alcove sporting a small desk covered in books and shaded by the bushy head of one Hermione Granger.

Stopping just before the alcove, Draco leaned his shoulder against a stack, casually crossing a leg over his ankle and examining his perfectly manicured fingernails. "Granger," he said, smirking when his deep drawl caused the witch to jump in surprise, splattering her essay with blotches of ink.

"Bloody hell, Malfoy," she ground between clenched teeth, conjuring a tissue to blot at her ruined essay.

Draco scoffed before extracting his wand and striding forward. He swished it once, siphoning off the spilled ink even as he sneered down at her. "I would have thought someone who claims to be as intelligent as you would know this particular charm."

Granger scowled down at her essay, squeezing the dirty tissue in her stained hand. "What do you want, Malfoy?"

"Who says I want anything?"

She fixed him with a baleful gaze, her lip curling up in the most adorable sneer. Pansy would have cackled at the attempt.

"Need a tutor, then?" she asked haughtily, picking up her quill. Draco felt himself stiffen as she finally engaged in the game. He took a step closer and watched as her body went ridged under his intense gaze. Delighting in the deepening blush blossoming from her cheeks, he reached out to tuck a curl behind her ear.

"Do I look like the sort of wizard who needs help from the likes of you, Granger?"

She grit her teeth, eyes straying down to his crotch before shooting back up to meet his eyes. Draco nearly groaned when her tongue darted out to wet her lip. Granger sneered again. "Pig."

"Swot."

"Git."

"Know-it-all."

She stood then defiantly, her hands balled into fists at her side. "Pompous prince," she bit out.

Draco smirked, stepping toward her even as she took a step back into the wall. "Bushy-haired beaver."

Her eyes flashed. "Death Eater."

Trapping her between his body and the wall, he pressed his erection into her soft belly, his eyes boring into hers as he sneered. "Mudblood."

Granger launched herself at him, smashing her lips to his, clacking teeth and tongues fighting for dominance. Draco reached down quickly, grabbing the backs of her thighs and hoisting her around his waist, leaning her into the wall. She whimpered as his fingers probed at her, not finding the knickers he expected to encounter. Surprised, Draco broke the kiss, smirking as she blushed again.

"Expecting me, where you, Hermione?" he asked before latching onto her throat.

"I don't know what you mean," she responded breathlessly, squealing in annoyance as he sucked hard on her neck. "No hickies, you arse," she growled, pushing his head away and growling at his answering chuckle.

He stroked his fingers along her, darkly amused as she tried to stifle her moan. "Silencing charm then, love?" He asked.

"I'm not your love," she scowled, digging in her pocket for her wand even as he fumbled one handed with her shirt, exposing her to the musty air.

Granger's hands clutched at his hair as he went to work licking, biting, and sucking, all the while fumbling with his belt until he managed to free himself. She keened when he seated himself in her in one deep thrust.

Their coupling was violent and frenzied, both tearing and clawing at the other as they strove for their own satisfaction, uncaring for the other's pleasure. Hermione came first, scratching down Draco's still clad back. He followed quickly, choosing to empty himself on her grey wool skirt even as she growled in annoyance.

"God damnit, Malfoy! How am I supposed to get that out?" she growled after he'd set her roughly back down on her feet.

He chuckled as he tucked himself back in. "And here I thought you'd be pleased I didn't come in your hair. That would be fun to explain to Potty and the Weasel."

She glared at him, said hair a downright travesty after their brutal coupling. "If you're going to be that disrespectful, you can go ahead and find someone else to fuck."

He pretended to scoff, even as he stepped back into her, pressing the line of their bodies together. The red tint of her cheeks spread down her neck at the contact and he smirked. Draco tipped his head down, kissing her lightly beneath the ear. "You say that every time," he breathed before biting the shell of her ear.

Pushing at his chest roughly, she stormed back over to her work. Sitting down heavily and pointed picking up her quill, she huffed a curl of hair out of her eyes.

"No one would believe you, Malfoy."

He mocked bowed before turning sharply on his heel and striding back out of the library.