Warning: Sex and naughty language

Ch. 8 Slyther-in, Slyther-out

Hermione rushed out of the Charms classroom completely ignoring the protests from her professor. Her quick pace caused wind to blow into her red face. She had removed her heavy school robe and rolled up her sleeves but she was still uncomfortably hot. She was in such a flustered state that she hadn't even remembered to grab her books as she left class.

Suddenly, a hand caught her around the waist as she passed the trophy room. She called out in surprise and tried to pull away, but her assailant clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her screams. She was pulled into the room and thrown up against one of the glass trophy cases.

She had unconsciously closed her eyes as her head hit the glass, but as soon as she opened them, she stopped struggling.

"You're here!" she gasped and smiled in relief at seeing Draco. "I was just coming to find you," she breathed as she moved her hands from pushing against his chest to softly stroking his shoulders.

"You were?" Draco let go of his tight grip on her upper arms and moved a few stray locks of hair out of her eyes.

They were both panting and they didn't need to say anything because they both knew what they needed. It seemed like each was waiting for the other to make the first move. Draco had his hand on her check and was rubbing her lips with his thumb. Hermione opened her mouth and bit his thumb playfully. After that, they both sprung into action almost simultaneously.

Hermione moved her hands to the bottom hem of his white t-shirt and he raised his arms as she pulled it up over his head. He smiled at the desperate look on her face and was glad that she was already aroused. He didn't think he would have been able to hold himself back long enough to get her in the mood.

She threw the t-shirt aside and ran her hands down his bare chest towards his belt buckle where she started opening it as fast as she could. She studied him as her fingers worked on the buckle. His hair was adorably disheveled and his face held a look of concentration mixed with desire. He is so sexy, Hermione thought while she watched the muscles in his arms flex and release as he worked on removing her clothes. He looked so different than that arrogant snob she normally encountered.

Draco, on the other hand, was trying to open up the many buttons on her school blouse. He had only gotten three done before his trousers were around his ankles so he just ripped the shirt open, smirking at the hungry look she gave him as the buttons went flying. He moved his hands up her stomach and over her cotton covered breasts to her shoulders where he slid his fingers under the material of her shirt and pulled it off down her back. He dropped it to the floor behind her and kicked his own trousers off along with his shoes.

He kneeled down and began kissing and caressing her soft stomach. He became even more turned on by his discovery that his large hands could nearly circle her slim waist. He slid his hands around her and up to the clasp of her plain sensible bra. Eager to be rid of the garment, she pulled it off quickly and threw it over her shoulder to be forgotten.

Still kneeling, Draco moved his concentration to her newly uncovered breasts. He hadn't seen them from this angle before and he growled possessively as he moved to capture a pink nipple in his mouth. He began kissing, squeezing and stroking every inch of her exposed flesh. He was enjoying the panting and hissing sounds she was making until he felt her hands thread through his hair and turn his face up to look at her.

Her mouth hung open as she breathed and her face was stained pink from passion. He knew that the teasing had gone on long enough and that she was ready for more. She needs more, he thought as he started to stand. She needs me, he realized and was overwhelmed with masculine pride. They hadn't yet kissed so he was hungry to feel her lips on his own. He wanted to taste her desire.

As soon as he got to his feet he pulled her up against him and wrapped both arms around her body. He was kissing her before he even realized it. Her mouth was incredibly warm and soft and she tasted so sweet to his lust-crazed mind. He moved his hand up under her skirt and began tugging down her knickers. When they were half way down, they fell to the floor and she toed them off and kicked them aside.

Draco ran his hand up the back of her leg and she hitched her knee so he could pull her leg up around his waist. Her skin was so smooth and he slid his hand further up her thigh until he was gripping her right buttock.

She began rocking her hips and grinding her body into his. She could feel him pressing against her center and her kisses became frenzied and wild. One of her hands was squeezing his shoulder in an attempt to maintain balance. The other was behind his neck twisting locks of hair through her fingers.

Suddenly she broke the kiss and pushed his face back to look him in the eyes. She gave him an intense look that screamed, "What are you waiting for?"

With every remaining ounce of self control, he stopped moving completely and smirked at her. He wanted to hear her say it. He wanted her to beg for what only he could give her. He knew that she needed him. It was written all over her face. But he wanted to hear the little sex kitten in his arms to ask for him.

"Why'd you stop?" she bit out as she tried to pull him in again. She had expected him to "finish the job" when she paused their kissing, not taunt her.

He is NOT going to leave me like this! Hermione screamed inside her head, worrying that he was just messing with her. She reached down between them and retrieved her wand from a skirt pocket. "You will finish what you started one way or another," she said pointing it at him. "You can either be an active participant or I can petrify you and satisfy myself that way," she finished eying his erection.

Draco was so turned on by her domineering threat that he growled and grabbed her around her bottom and hoisted her onto his hips. He waited only a moment to adjust himself through his boxers before he gave her what she wanted. Both teens gasped at the initial feeling of connection and wasted no time getting into the swing of things.

This encounter was different from the first time they were together. It was a lot louder and definitely more desperate. Both had been suppressing their urges for weeks and this reckless meeting in an open room was evidence to that. They were so far gone from reality, that neither seemed to realize that there were no doors to this hall of trophies. Anyone could happen by and witness their steamy sexcapade.

After twenty minutes of hard primal lovemaking, Hermione and Draco found themselves tangled in each others arms in the middle of the floor.

"That was even better than last time," Hermione breathed as she stretched her arms above her head and turned to look at her lover.

"Yeah, who knew you had it in you," Draco joked as he swung an arm around Hermione's hips and dragged her to straddle him.

"Hey! Who was it that kept switching positions so he could watch his reflection from different angles?" Hermione teased as she motioned to the reflective glass of the trophy cases. A few loose curls fell into her eyes and she reached back to tie her hair in a bun.

Draco savored the sight of her exposed breasts and reached up to touch one. "You really do have beautiful tits, Granger" he laughed as he squeezed a pert breast.

She made a face at his crass language and playfully batted his hand away.

"Oh, don't even try to act modest now," Draco smirked, "after all of those things you were saying before…Oh Draco, don't stop! Give it to me! Harder!" he mocked.

Hermione responded by seizing his nipple and twisting it hard.

"Ouch!" Draco snorted as he tore her hand off of his now swollen nipple. "Oh, you are going to get it!" he announced as he moved to tackle her.

At that moment, voices were heard coming from the corridor.

"Oh shit! Classes are out!" Draco whispered as he froze and let go of Hermione.

The pair quickly began searching the room for their discarded clothes. Hermione found her shirt, but realized quickly that it was ripped down the front.

"Look what you did to my shirt!" she whined. She put on the shirt and tried to magic it together, but it was a lost cause.

"Shut up!" Malfoy scolded as he slipped his wrinkled t-shirt over his head. A few moments later he had his trousers back on and was looking almost presentable.

"Reparo," he called over his shoulder, not even looking as the buttons flew back onto Hermione's shirt.

Satisfied, Hermione slipped on her shoes and grabbed her bra and socks. These are non-essentials, she thought as she balled them together and tried to stuff them into the small pocket of her skirt.

"Malfoy, where are my knickers?" she asked as she looked around questioningly.

Draco stopped smoothing his hair down and looked around distractedly. "Here," he said as he noticed a small ball of green cotton lying at his feet.

He was about to throw them to her when curiosity got the best of him. Green, huh? He chuckled as he raised an eyebrow and held the garment up to get a better look. They were pretty ordinary in themselves, being green cotton briefs, but they had a little something that made Draco choke in disbelief. The front of the panties sported the Slytherin crest and said "SLYTHER-IN" in bold black lettering. He turned the panties around to examine the back and was even more shocked to see the words "SLYTHER-OUT" written on the back in the same black lettering.

"What the fuck is this?" Draco asked laughing in disbelief at her naughty knickers.

Oh my God! I forgot I was wearing those! Hermione paled seeing exactly which pair of underwear he was inspecting. She mentally cursed Lavender Brown for having given her such an embarrassing birthday present. She had only kept the stupid things because they were so darn comfortable.

Hermione sputtered trying to come up with something to explain herself but Draco seemed to lose his patience and just threw the underwear to her with a superior smirk.

By this time students were noisily passing through the halls. Draco peered around the door frame and looked for an opening in the crowd where he could slip in unseen. Hermione came up behind hoping to look out as well.

"Stay back!" Draco scolded and stuck his arm out to thwart her. "I am going to leave first and you can leave after a few minutes, so no one will see us together."

The fog from the relapse had completely cleared both their heads by this point. Hermione looked at Draco and backed up wordlessly as she mentally relived what the two of them had just done. Please don't let anyone see us together, she silently pleaded. The school had finally stopped talking about her and Draco and she wasn't ready for them to start again.

Draco too was thinking about what happened, but in an entirely different light. He had reconciled his mind to having relapses and was extremely pleased to have had such a good shag as long as no one found out.

"I don't need to remind you to keep this to yourself do I?" Draco asked, all playfulness forgotten.

"Oh course not!" Hermione replied affronted. "I don't…" she started but was cut off by Draco.

"Because if my girlfriend finds out about this, I'm going to know it was you who told and you will not like the consequences" he added as he turned and casually walked out of the room.

Hermione made a face at his back and then finished straightening her appearance. She headed out of the room and stopped in the charms classroom to retrieve the items she left behind. Thankfully, the classroom was empty, so she grabbed her bag and robe and turned to go to the library.

Today was certainly turning into a fiasco and she didn't want to face her friends and explain why she had run out in the middle of class.

Her stomach turned as she remembered the lighthearted banter she and Draco had shared merely minutes ago.

I guess I should probably stop at the hospital wing again, she thought bitterly as she pulled on her robe and fastened it all the way up to her neck. She suddenly felt uncomfortably exposed and wanted to hide behind the heavy fabric.

How did I let this happen? She wondered as she neared the large ominous doors of the hospital wing

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The series of events that led up to the unfortunate mutual relapse could be traced back to the day of the Slytherin-Ravenclaw quidditch match.

Hermione had awoken on a hard hospital wing cot to the sound of lively chatter. She opened her eyes and tried to sit up but was halted by a sharp pain in her abdomen.

"Look, she's awake!" called a voice she recognized as Ron's.

Suddenly a curtain was torn back to reveal Madame Pomfrey standing with both Ron and Harry. Ron was standing sideways and only peering at Hermione without turning his head.

He's acting rather odd, she noted as she scooted back and sat up in spite of the pain.

"Hey Hermione, how are you feeling?" Harry asked walking up to get a better look at her. "Your lip looks all better," he commented.

Ron and Madame Pomfrey were arguing about something but Pomfrey seemed to think it was a lost cause because she threw her arms up in defeat and came over to examine her newly awakened patient.

"How are you doing Miss Granger?" Pomfrey smiled tightly as she began poking and prodding the girl. "You're temperature is fine and most of the swelling has gone down." She handed Hermione a bone mending elixir. "Drink this. It will make you feel much better"

"What happened?" Hermione asked. All she could remember was running up to Malfoy and some Hufflepuff with her wand out. Oh God! I hope I didn't attack her! She worried. She remembered how she was overcome with rage at seeing the girl with Malfoy. Ugh! She thought. I can't believe I would get so jealous over Malfoy! She felt sick at that thought.

"You're friends here brought you in with a fat lip and two broken ribs, but they wouldn't tell me how you got hurt!" Madame Pomfrey informed her. "Roll up you gown dear, I need to make sure the bones have reset," she continued as she moved to press on Hermione's sides.

"How does that feel?" she asked as she pressed around the affected area. "Any pain?"

"It's a little tender," Hermione muttered but she was too preoccupied with how she got to the hospital wing to worry about a little pain. She knew better than to grill the boys for information in front of Madame Pomfrey, so she kept quiet and tried to remember the day.

"So, are you going to tell me what happened?" Pomfrey asked Hermione while shooting an irritated look at the boys.

"Um, I think I fell down at the match," she replied, "but I don't really remember."

Pomfrey looked like she didn't buy the excuse, but didn't say anything about it.

"I see," she began, "well you are free to go now. Just take it easy for the rest of the day," she said as she finished prodding Hermione and turned to Ron. "Here is some bruise-healing paste. If you won't let me heal you, do it yourself!" With that she swept out of the room.

"What bruise?" Hermione asked perplexed.

Ron turned to reveal a large swollen black eye.

"Oh Ron! What happened?" Hermione gasped and imagined a scenario in which she had attacked the Hufflepuff and Ron was forced to fight off an angry Malfoy.

"You mean you really don't remember?" he grinned slyly.

"No! What happened to you eye?" she asked adamantly.

"You punched me in the face!" he announced proudly. Both he and Harry burst out laughing at the shocked look on her face.

"You guys are lying," she said pointing at them accusingly.

"Nope, you were all 'relapsy' and you tried to attack Malfoy's girlfriend, so we stopped you and you freaked out!" Ron declared.

"Yeah, we tackled you and tried to hold you down, but you kept kicking and screaming. You punched Ron, pulled away and ran right into a goal post. You busted your lip and broke two ribs," Harry recounted.

"I was going to let Pomfrey heal my face, but I wanted to show you first!" Ron laughed.

"Oh, my God!" Hermione gasped, "I am so sorry!" She moved to get out of bed but winced at the quick movement.

"It's okay, Hermione," Ron said, "It's not me you should be worried about anyway. You should worry about all of the kids you tripped and hexed on your way down to the field," he joked unsympathetically.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that," Hermione said. "Everyone is going to think I am absolutely crazy! How many people saw me fighting you guys?" she wanted to know.

"Pretty much everyone," Harry said. "But don't worry, they all think you were just mad at Malfoy for cheating on you. Most people feel sorry for you actually."

"Oh, that's just fantastic" she grumped. "If it isn't one thing, it's another."

Hermione pulled herself out of the bed, gathered up her clothes and told the boys to meet her outside.

My life sucks, she thought.

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The next couple of days were pretty quiet around Hogwarts. The consensus was that Draco and Hermione had suffered a break up and gone their separate ways. Both were glad that their names were no longer linked.

The following Thursday, Draco and Sienna were sitting together in the Slytherin common room. It was just after lunch and the pair were killing some time before their afternoon classes.

"I hate that we can never be alone," Draco complained as he took off his school sweater to reveal a white under shirt. Hogwarts was not the ideal setting for romance. With curfew and limited privacy, there wasn't much for a young couple to do together.

"Yeah," Sienna said noncommittally.

Draco noticed her tone and rolled his eyes. She was getting on his nerves a little with her resistance to go any farther than kissing. He knew she was inexperienced and shy, but he'd never had a problem getting girls to "loosen up" before. He thought she was secretly thankful that they hardly ever got to be alone. That way she could avoid the whole situation.

"Will you look over my Transfiguration essay?" Sienna asked smiling. It seemed she was oblivious to Draco's annoyance.

"Of course," he said trying to act normal. It wouldn't help his cause to piss her off. As she leaned down and began rummaging through her bag, Draco made eye contact with the only other kids in the room.

"Get the fuck out!" he mouthed at the three fourth year boys. They looked insulted but complied nonetheless.

Sienna handed him the essay and he quickly read it over, making a few notes of correction.

To say he was sexually frustrated would be an understatement. He hadn't gotten any since Granger and that was over a month ago. Pretending to be Granger's boyfriend had really put a damper on his sex life, and now that he had a real girlfriend, he was ready to end his self inflicted dry spell.

Draco handed back the essay and swung his arm over Sienna's shoulders. "Pretty good," he commented and pulled her in closer.

The two chatted for a few minutes until Draco made his move, He knew he would have to start slow so he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her neck. He was surprised when she laughed and turned towards him instead of pulling away.

She allowed him to kiss her and after she seemed comfortable with that, he began to pull her onto his lap. He figured if he could get her used to touching him, she would let herself go a little more.

"Wait," she said as she felt his arms drawing her in.

"What?" he asked. She won't even sit on my lap? Come on!

"What's wrong?" he asked loosening his grip around her waist.

"Nothing, I just…I think I should go," she stated. "I need to stop by my room before class," she amended after seeing his disappointed look.

"Okay," he huffed, letting go of her completely and standing. "I guess I'll see you later then," he said as he grabbed her hand to help her up. He walked her to the door and kissed her as she left.

"Bye Draco," she said with an unsure expression. She could tell that he wasn't pleased.

Draco watched the stone wall close behind her and laid back down on the couch. He still had fifteen minutes before Charms so he closed his eyes to relax. Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.

Almost instantly, he began having a dream about Sienna. He dreamt that they were in his room at home and she was sitting on his bed in her school uniform. He walked up to her and began undressing her perfect body.

Once she was stripped down to her undergarments, he laid her back onto the bed and began caressing her soft skin. He moved down to her knees and began kissing them. He pushed his hands upwards and bent her left leg so he could nibble on the inside of her thigh. The feeling of her burning skin under his lips was extremely arousing. He continued his quest up her responsive body as he moved to hover over her stomach. He dipped his tongue into her belly button and smiled at her sharp intake of breath. He was excited that she was actually letting him pleasure her.

He moved up to examine her breasts which were spilling out of the satin material which was trying to contain them. He caught them both in his hands and was about to free them from their restraints when he felt her hands circle around his head and pull him up for a kiss. By this time, he was aching with anticipation. He longed to take her.

He allowed her to pull him up and their lips met in a desperate kiss. He closed his eyes and breathed her in while moving his right hand to her cheek. He coiled a strand of her hair around his fingers and was surprised by the feel of it. It was longer and coarser than he remembered. He opened his eyes and was shocked to see, not Sienna staring back at him, but Hermione.

At first he pulled away, both heart and mind racing.

"When did you get here?" he asked confused.

"What do you mean?" she laughed. "It was me all along."

"Oh," he replied as he moved back in to kiss her. Somehow knowing he was going to be with Hermione again was even sexier than being with Sienna. He began kissing her harder and sliding his hands over her body down towards her underwear. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic band and began pulling them down.

"Draco," she breathed as she lifted her hips for him.

"Draco!" a male voice cut into his dream.

Draco looked up at Hermione questioningly. Who said that? he wondered, but he didn't really care as long as he got to keep touching Hermione.

"DRACO! Man wake the fuck up!"

Draco was startled awake to find Blaise Zabini staring down at him.

"Aren't you supposed to be in class right now?" the boy asked.

Draco couldn't hear him though through the thick fog that was clouding his mind. His breathing was erratic and his pulse was still racing. He instinctively moved to cover the bulge in his pants. He looked at the clock on the wall and noticed that class had already started. Granger is in Charms right now, he thought as he got up and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" Blaise called after him, but Draco paid no notice.

Must find Granger! he chanted as he headed up to the third floor.

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Hermione sat in class staring off into space. Charms was her easiest class, so it was very hard for her to keep her mind focused. Her eyes began to wander and they fell onto the empty seat in which Malfoy normally sat.

I wonder where he is, she thought idly. She had seen him earlier at lunch and it wasn't like him to skip class. He's probably off with his girlfriend, she decided. She remembered how the little waif had hung all over him at the quidditch match. I hate that everyone thinks he dumped me for her, she thought. She is such a bimbo.

She knew she sounded jealous, but she didn't care. She was a little jealous. She had gotten used to being the special one and even though she would never admit it, she sort of liked the attention from Malfoy. She still didn't fancy him, but no other guy had treated her like that before. And even though it was all an act, a small part of her wished that he actually did feel that way about her. It would have been nice to have lost her virginity to a guy that was head over heels for her.

She blushed as she remembered the day that she lost her virginity. It had been so different than she had expected. She thought her first time was going to be slow and sensual but it was actually hot and passionate. Suddenly she started to feel excited. She knew this feeling from the day at the quidditch match. Woah, calm down, she thought. The last thing she wanted was to have another relapse. She moved her gaze up to Flitwick and tried to focus on his lecture. If anything could keep her mind off of Malfoy, it was school.

"…that's why this charm has not yet been approved by the ministry. Clinical trials are expected to continue until such a time when it is proven to prevent pregnancy even hours after the spell is cast..."

Pregnancy…sex…Malfoy, her mind jumped right back to him. Ugh! Flitwick, you are not helping. She felt herself losing more and more control. The more she tried to avoid thinking of Malfoy, the more her mind kept envisioning his naked body. I have to get out of here! She thought frantically.

"Professor Flitwick, can I be excused?" she interrupted suddenly.

"I'm sorry Miss Granger, but you know the rules. You will have to wait until the end of class," he said as he turned to write something on the board.

Damn you, Flitwick! She thought as she began fanning herself and unbuttoning her robe. It was all of a sudden unbearably hot in the room. She tried to focus her mind on the book in front of her. She turned to one of the few remaining chapters that she had not yet read. It was on the more complex variations of vanishing charms. The first page talked about how apparating is a newer form of one of the oldest types of vanishing charms. I wish I could apparate into Malfoy's room right now, she thought and then slapped herself in the face for thinking such and embarrassing thought. A few of the students next to her gave her strange looks and she realized that she must look pretty strange all red and sweaty and slapping herself. She took her robe off and threw it onto her bag.

This gradual fall into relapse continued for Hermione until all she could see was Malfoy. Whether she closed her eyes or held them open, he was there. I have to go find him! She decided as she got up and headed for the door.

"Miss Granger, Where are you going?" Flitwick called as he watched his top student run out of the room. "Miss Granger!"

But it was no use. She was already out in the hall racing towards the dungeons.

He better be down there! she thought as she began to pass the trophy room. Suddenly hands grabbed her and pulled her inside.

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Hermione stood outside of the hospital wing. She hadn't remembered walking there because she had been reliving the past week in her mind. She took a few large breaths and mentally prepared herself to once again face the mediwitch. This is so unfair, she complained as she took a deep breath and went inside.

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Notice of Detention

Mr. Draco Malfoy is to report to Professor Flitwick in room the 7th year Charms classroom at 8:00 tonight .

This detention is in response to an unexcused absence from Charms on 3/12/1998.

Issued by

Prof. F. Flitwick­­­­­­­

"Heh," Draco laughed as he read the notice an owl had just dropped in his lap, "It was worth it."