Hermione spends the next few hours holed up in her room. She doesn't emerge for dinner, not even when Harry and Ron send Ron's sister Ginny up to the girl's dormitory to see what is going on with her.
"I don't feel well," she whispers from her bed, curtains drawn. "Tell them to go on without me," she says miserably.
Truthfully, she would much rather be eating in the Great Hall with her friends than be stuck lying in bed like a slug. But her earlier interaction with Draco and his reaction to her has killed her appetite.
Who does he think he is?! she asks herself angrily. It was an accident, obviously! And I apologized right away! He looked at me like I was something highly unpleasant. What a jerk!
Even as she wrestles with her anger Hermione can't help but think about Draco's lovely eyes. She puts her head in her hands as a few angry tears squeeze their way out of her eyes. Well, she has now definitely ruined any miniscule chance she may have had. May as well forget about it. She wonders briefly if she can change classes. Or schools. Or lives.
She shakes her head quickly, trying to rid herself of these negative thoughts. Just then she notices how quiet the dormitory is. She thinks that everyone must be at dinner. Now would be the perfect opportunity to find the Divination book without running into anyone else in the library. She grabs the piece of parchment with the title on it and quietly tiptoes out of the common room.
Now in the corridor Hermione looks left and right before proceeding further but no one is there. Satisfied that everyone is indeed at dinner, Hermione quickly heads toward the library.
She starts when she enters, seeing another student there, but it is just a girl she knows to be a Hufflepuff who is studying in the corner. It is definitely too early in the term for there to be many more people in the library at this time, she reassures herself. Still, as she journeys deeper into the stacks she can't shake the feeling that someone is watching her, although when she looks around no one is there.
Finally she finds the Divination book in a dark corner that is quite close to her own favorite spot. She grabs the book and heads toward her alcove but as she turns the corner, someone grabs her roughly from behind. She drops the book immediately. There is a hand clasped over her mouth to keep her from crying out but she is so startled she wouldn't have anyway.
She hears a rough, familiar voice in her ear. "I've been watching you, Hermione Granger. You're so damn beautiful. I have to have you, now."
The hand over her mouth slackens, and she whirls around knowing exactly who is behind her, yet still gasping a little when she sees Draco. She is facing him head on now and he moves closer to her, putting his arms on either side of her and forcing her into the alcove. He is a few inches taller than her and she has to look up to see his face.
He moves in closer still and now his body is touching hers. He smells good… damn good, and looks even better from this close. He stares at her with a hunger that no boy has ever looked at her with before, and she looks back, feeling it in that special secret place.
Then suddenly he is kissing her, roughly, pushing her back up against the wall and pulling on her hair. She doesn't have time to think so she just does what feels right: she kisses him back, hard, again and again.
She can feel his hard-on pressing up against her through their robes now and she already knows how this night will end. How she wants it to end. She feels as if she has been out in the scorching desert heat for days and he is her drink of water. Like she is clinging to a life raft in the middle of the ocean, a life raft named Draco Malfoy and if she lets go now she will be lost forever.
Then the robes are off and his cool hands are on her hot skin, traveling downwards. He reaches down into her panties to feel her wetness and she shivers with pleasure. Quickly, always quickly, he rips off the last barrier and does away with his own underwear. Finally, he is inside of her, filling her with his fullness. They fit perfectly somehow, she thinks, like pieces of a puzzle. She cannot think long though because then he is thrusting inside of her, in and out, in and out.
Draco groans with pleasure and she knows that he has found his release. His hot breath in her ear and the realization that she has brought him to this point so quickly is enough to push her over the edge and it is all that she can do to keep from crying out in the library and alerting the librarian to their secret.
Draco holds her tightly for one moment and breathes in as if he is about to say something but then just as quickly he releases her. He dresses swiftly and she pulls on her robes as well, scared of being caught now that the moment of passion has passed and she has reemerged in reality. She looks at him quizzically but he turns to leave. He looks back once, a kind of tortured look in his eyes but then as quickly as he appeared he is gone.