That Same Day

The din of the evening meal and a Quidditch match at Hogwarts were almost, if not exactly, the same, Draco thought to himself as he glanced around him taking in the various dinner entertainments that were as predictable as breathing.

At the Slytherin table Crabbe and Goyle were trying to shove as much food in their mouths as possible, Blaise and Pansy were criticising the latest attempts at creating a hairstyle at the Hufflepuff table and the rest of the house had their smirks and sniggers plastered on as they all picked daintily at their food (bar Crabbe & Goyle) as all good Purebloods were taught to do from a young age.

Glancing over at the Gryffindor table he took note of feeding hour at the zoo. Bits of food, parchment and utensils were thrown carelessly at one another, others were having a competition to see who could squirt milk from their nose and everyone's favourite golden trio were doing whatever the golden trio did to keep all of their followers enthralled. He could see Potty and Weasel discussing Quidditch tactics using peas for Slytherins and red lentils for Gryffindor players, enchanting them to move at their instructions, everyone around them nodding in agreement every few minutes. He glanced over at his favourite third of the group.

Draco did not make a habit of seeking her out, oh no, infact he went out of his way to make sure everyone thought they hated each other and so far it had worked. But after today's performances from the little bookworm he couldn't stop his eyes from honing in on her.

He almost sighed at the perfection of her, sitting there her head buried in a book occasionally scratching notes on a piece of parchment. He had no idea how she could study through the din, and just as she moved to push her hair out of her eyes a balled up piece of parchment hit the side of her face. That glare alone could have put even the Dark Lord in his place. The half of the table feeling that glare stopped what they were doing and muttered a very audible 'Sorry Hermione', she huffed and went back to what she'd been reading, the offending Gryffindorks went right back to throwing things as if nothing had happened.

Draco smirked and got an idea, pulling some parchment, a quill and his wand from his book bag he set them out in front of him, pushing his half eaten Beef Ragu to his side. He muttered a small charm to make sure that they were the only two who would be able to read the exchange and began to scribble. To everyone else they would just assume he was using invisible ink, but to Hermione and himself it would be in normal ink – ah the useful things one picked up in their parents Dark Arts library, seeing as this spell was one created for Death Eater correspondences.

He finished off his quick note and charmed the paper once again to form into the shape of a butterfly before sending it on a flight around the hall before landing in front of her. She looked at it curiously before it sprung back into a flat sheet. He could almost feel her musical laugh flit over him as she read the message. She glanced up at him and beamed; he smirked and observed her closely as she wrote her reply.

The butterfly landed before him and quickly sprung back to its original state, he did a quick table check but nobody was paying attention to him, and hadn't noticed the charmed paper fly in over his shoulder. He picked at his meal and glanced down in seeming nonchalance at her reply.

I thought I should inform you that I received a detention this evening from Snape because of you – I thought it was me making it up to you not the other way around. D.M

To which she had replied:

How is that my fault? And if you are referring to my own wandering hands during Potions may I point out that you weren't complaining at the time. Also Mister High and Mighty, I would like you to recall the fact that you haven't even tried to make things up to me. H.G

He glanced over to see she had gone back to her book, pretending to ignore him he smirked and turned to write back:

I'm not the one complaining, you are. And what's this business about strikes? D.M

Sometimes I wonder how you got to be head boy, one must possess intelligence for the position, but alas I find myself having to explain things to you once again. So far in the process of 'apologising for touching Lavender' I have been the one to do all the work. So every time you fail to make it up to me I put a strike against you. Three strikes and you're out. H.G

He stared at this for a moment, still not completely understanding before writing back:

Out?

Yes, OUT. As in we are over, no more midday romps for you. I told you today before lunch, you are mine and if you loved me you wouldn't have so much trouble making it up to me. H.G

I'm not having trouble making it up to you; you just haven't given me a chance yet. Not with you jumping me before I know what's going on. D.M

What do you mean I jump you? I'm not having this conversation anymore. H.G

He looked up and she was glaring at him. He smirked and wrote back:

Fine! I'll be seeing you later then, wear something sexy, and for god sakes brush your hair. D.M

He chuckled to himself knowing that her hair was a sore point. He sent it over but it didn't come back and she had returned to ignoring him. He rubbed his hands in anticipation of the night to come.

He was exhausted, having just spent the last 4 hours scrubbing the potions room after Neville's little explosion and all because he hadn't left the room fast enough. It was all bloody Granger's fault, of she had just kept her hand to herself he never would have been in such a state and would have been able to get up off the chair. But as it were he had been so languid that moving had been the farthest thing from his mind and Snape had burst a blood vessel at Draco's lack of following orders and 'sleeping' through his class.

He really had to talk to that girl about appropriate timing, but grinned knowing she would deliberately go out of her way to do things like today if she knew they annoyed the crap out of him and got him into trouble.

He was wandering up from the dungeons toward the Head of School suites that he shared with Hermione – a circular common room on the fourth floor that lead off to their private rooms, they held all prefect meetings in that common room and addressed all issues bought to them by students in general, they also went at it like rabbits on the couches in front of the fireplace.

He grinned and hummed to himself, once again planning his evening with his secret lover wondering what she would be wearing when he arrived. He was just taking a detour toward the prefect bathroom when a noise alerted him to his right. A narrow corridor led toward god-knew-where and he was about to dismiss it as nothing when heard the distinctive musical laugh that spoke to his soul.

He turned down the hall and muttered Lumos to his wand bringing an eerie light to his cramped surroundings. He heard her laugh again and followed the bend to the left only to be pounced on from behind. He stumbled a little and fell into the wall.

"Since you accused me of jumping you I thought I would give it a go" she whispered just before biting his ear. He groaned and turned around as she slid off his back. He pulled her against his body and ravished her mouth for long minutes. Their hands were everywhere and everything was going way to fast as all the blood rushed from his head in its race to go south.

"Hermione … mmmm ... 'Mione, stop" he said grabbing her hands from his waistband and flattening them against his heaving chest. She took her lips from his and pouted, "Not here, plus I'm filthy" he said trying to calm down

"Yeah you are" she stated taking a step back and looking down at his robes, that's when he noticed what she was wearing. Her robes had been pulled open by his questing fingers to reveal a matching midnight blue corset and tiny g-string; it had strategically placed ribbons and ties covering her at the same time as revealing so much.

The little blood he had managed to coax back to his head plummeted once again. He gave her a very slow once over, taking in her bare feet, slim calves, shapely thighs, the tiny triangle of fabric before running up her slim waist, her heaving chest with nipples taut from cold and arousal before settling on her flushed face, passion clouded eyes and most surprisingly of all hair that was smooth and tamed into a loose bun.

She gave the trademark Malfoy smirk when he finished on her hair, "You like?" she asked coyly stepping toward him so they were pressed together. "God yes" he replied before taking her mouth again. He felt her hands run down his chest toward his aching arousal and let out a groan when she found her goal.

She began placing love bits all down his filthy neck before parting his robes and dropping to her knees. She slowly undid his zipper while gazing up at him in silent question, he nodded down at her and she pulled his erection from within its confines and slowly blew on it before her tongue snaked out to touch just the tip. She began to slowly trace the tip, making him shiver all over before taking him completely in her mouth like an icy-pole. She cupped his balls at the same time as she ran her tongue all the way from base to tip before giving the head a thorough suck, making a small popping noise as she took her mouth from him.

She glanced up again and smirked at him before taking him so far into her mouth he felt the back of her throat, they both groaned at the sheer pleasure. She began moving up and down his length using teeth, tongue and lips to bring him the ultimate satisfaction. Her hands were tormenting him, running sensuously up and down his thighs, occasionally playing with his balls or manipulating the parts of him that weren't in her mouth.

Before long he began to tense up, she felt it too and began to move twice as fast bringing him to his peak and swallowing the hot cum that ran down the back of her throat. Still smirking she slid up his length until they were once again chest to heaving chest. He began to kiss her tasting himself on her lips and as he explored the hot cave of her mouth as his fingers slid down to cup her round behind holding her to him.

"We should go somewhere" she muttered against his lips, he didn't pay attention to her just kept right on kissing her

"Draco! You smell and you need to bathe, we should leave this hallway and deal with these problems" she stated escaping his lips.

"Busy" he muttered into her neck, giving her a squeeze. Fed up at standing in a dark hallway in practically nothing where Filch or Mrs Norris might catch them at any moment – that would be awkward having to explain to Dumbledore why they were there with their pants down. She punched his shoulder and moved out of his embrace stomping toward the prefect bathroom without glancing back, Draco followed behind her quickly doing his fly back up as he went, god he was so whipped he thought.

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