Author's Note: Again, to all of my readers that saw the comment/review I left, I apologize for the mistakes in the first chapter. I am in the process of finding a beta to check my work. It seems that people are interested, so here is the second chapter, posted early because of all the support I received!
(Previously: "Well, isn't this just your luck, Granger," Draco Malfoy- her partner- whispered into her ear.)
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Cold realization suddenly filled Hermione's veins like ice as Professor Snape continued. "Mr. Malfoy, I thrust there will be no problems with your partnership," he drawled slowly, boring dark eyes into the pale boy. Draco straightened up taller and answered, "Of course not, Professor." A cold, dangerous smile crept across his face.
(DPOV)
Draco knew what an opportunity this was: a chance to bed the Gryffindor Prude, a chance to solidify his title as Slytherin Sex God. He knew he could. He had seen the way the girl eyed him: like he was attractive but untouchable. He'd seen the lust in her eyes in the library, seen the way her breath quickened and the way she licked her lips. He'd noticedthe way her body reacted to his touch. He'd seen her vulnerability, pressed between him and the wall, trapped by his hand, allured by his teasing touches. And now, they were stuck working together- at the same table- for hours each day under the Professor's supervision. But of course, there was the time outside of class necessary to prepare their potion. Oh yes, Draco could bed this untamed, un-dominated Gryffindor mudblood.
Draco watched Granger, amused at her undisguised disgust as Lavender was paired with Potter. He barely heard the girl mutter "and now I'll be hearing her bitching whines all week" as the said frizzy-haired girl pouted obviously at her red-faced boyfriend. He continued to watch his partner's contemptuous expression as the Weasel was paired with that rumored man-whore Thomas, and then the stupid Longbottom fool was put with Finnigan. Draco snickered slightly at how easy it would be to make the accident-prone Irish boy make something explode and consequently destroy the other boy's grade. Draco, as any self-respecting Slytherin would, enjoyed Gryffindors bringing about their own misfortune or helping Gryffindors along the wrong path.
Across the room, he noticed Pansy protruding her bottom lip at him seductively, and he knew without a doubt that she would try to crawl in his bed with him tonight. But, he was tired of her slutty habits. At this point, Draco found it would be easier to fuck his pillow; it wouldn't moan or scream of give him hickeys and wet, sloppy kisses. The pale-haired boy ignored her and turned his gaze back to the Gryffindor in front of him.
When he had played her in the library, he had noticed how the prude was actually attractive. True, her curly hair was a bit unruly and frizzy, but it framed her heart-shaped face nicely; plus, it looked like great fun to pull on once he got her under him. Or maybe on top of him. Draco couldn't decide which was more appealing: having the Gryffindor at his mercy, crying out desperately for more, or riding on top of him, moaning in ecstasy. His cock twitched at the thought, and the pale boy quickly shoved the image from his mind, focusing on the memory from lunch. Her green eyes had been ringed with brown with darker green flecks mixed in. When she licked her plush lips, oh, how the Slytherin longed to bite and pull on those lips. He'd also noticed how her figure was surprisingly great. The swell of her breasts, her small waist, and curving hips had always been hidden by the school robes, but in her muggle clothes, Draco had seen them all revealed. And he wanted it.
And what Draco Malfoy wanted, Draco Malfoy got.
(HPOV)
Hermione couldn't believe it; she'd lost control of herself in the library, and now she would be with the focus of her attraction even more. At first, panic had set in at the thought of being subjected to his incessant verbal abuse for long periods of time, but then, as minutes passed while Snape assigned the rest of the class' partnerships, she realized what an opportunity this was. Hermione was longing for physical contact, for the taste of another human's sweat-slicked skin, someone else's hands on her flesh… and she was well aware of Draco's reputation in bed. Every girl in 6th year was. But now, Hermione had seen firsthand how much of a tease the bedamned Slytherin was.
Hermione didn't let herself believe for a single second that Draco wouldn't tease her, lure her in, and then literally leave her out to dry. Sure, she'd seduced other men before, like Charlie Weasley over the summer during one of his visits to his family, but seducing a man exponentially more experienced in the art himself? No, she was smart enough to know that she wasn't able to do that; the blonde would see right through her. She would need help to get what her body burned for. Luckily, Hermione knew just the right witch's drugstore to ask.
She hurriedly wrote a letter on some parchment as Snape settled a squabble started by Pansy.
Henrietta, I have a favor to ask for. Remember when I babysat Isabel and found those hidden drugs? Well, I'm cashing in my favor. I need a full order of male-appealing aphrodisiacs on the next delivery- simply send the package and bill with my owl in her return to Hogwarts. I really need those as soon as possible. As part of the deal, tell no one, and please, my dear Ms. Henrietta, disguise the package. It would not do well for one of the most renounced students to be caught with a package of suspicious muggle pills. As a bonus, the sooner those pills are in my hand, the larger the tip will be.
~Hermione Granger
Hermione finished the letter with her flourished signature and rolled up the parchment only to look up and find the smirking face of Draco Malfoy haunting her vision. Hermione's next words were never heard as the cold voice of Snape rang through the room.
(DPOV)
"Mr. Potter! There will be NO partner switches! 20 points from Gryffindor for insolence and disobedience," the crow-like man snapped. Harry shut his mouth firmly and glared at the man before turning his fiery gaze to his partner- Blaise Zabini- and then his blood-traitor best friend, who grimaced right back. Draco saw the Weasel blush as that stupid slut's whimpers and pathetic complaints reached her boyfriend's ears, and Draco rolled his eyes as he resisted the urge to hex the girl out of sheer spite and irritation.
"Sooo, Granger, don't expect me to do all of the work, and don't ruin my grade by doing something stupid," Draco drawled purposefully slowly, watching as blood rushed to the girl's cheeks.
"And don't expect me to do all of the work, either, Malfoy," she snapped fiercely, gripping the quill in her hand tightly. Noticing his growing smirk, she continued, "If you even think the word 'mudblood', I will ruin this project for you." The boy arched one eyebrow questioningly at her demanding tone. So the prude wants to feel control, does she, Draco thought, his mind racing through various BDSM situations that would undoubtedly humiliate the Gryffindor. He watched in amusement as her jaw clenched behind her pressed lips, and he let his smirk widen. Thankfully, no one noticed their tense encounter because of the mutterings across the classroom.
"ENOUGH! There will be no partner switches!" Snape roared, pale face coloring slightly. "And if I hear one more complaint, I will take 10 points from each of you, regardless of house." The room grew so quiet that you could practically hear Snape's cold skin steaming.
"Now, turn to page 387 for the ingredients you will need to make Tacet Interfectorem. For the next two weeks, you will work with your partner to brew the potion. One mistake and your whole grade is ruined. I also expect 26 inches on Tacet Interfectorem's uses and effects. Each, mind you, you lazy children," the lanky Professor finished, making his students' groans double. With a dramatic swish of black robes, the Head of House slunk behind his desk, dismissing the students to their work.
(HPOV)
Hermione withdrew the thick Potions book from her magically-extended bag and carefully set the book on the table, muttering a quick spell to find the right page. The rest of the double-class passed slowly for the girl, between Malfoy's constant interruptions and snide remarks. After a much too long three hours, they agreed to meet at the back table in the library after dinner.
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Hermione had planned to leave dinner a few minutes early to get to the library before the Slytherin, but halfway through eating, her small, speckled owl had flown in, attracting quite a lot of attention. After Potions, she had run the letter up to Amelia and attached the parchment hurriedly; she was still late for Herbology. Now, her owl had a small maroon drawstring pouch tied to her leg and a folded piece of parchment clutched in the other leg's talons. Hermione quickly caught the bird and set it in her lap, trying to ignore the nosy looks from anyone that had seen. Night deliveries, though highly unusual, were not unheard of. Once safely hidden below the table height, Hermione retrieved the letter from her owl. Carefully opening the letter and hiding it from Ginny, who was peeking over her shoulder, Hermione read.
Ms. Granger,
I have supplied you with the requested medicine. I had to use quite the enchantment to disguise them from the castle wards. However, since this was an exchanged favor, you only have to pay for the pills. Take note, Ms. Granger: do not use all of them at once. If you need them as much as you think you do, then only use two at a time! They can be swallowed or dissolved in a liquid. To dissolve them, simply drop them in and say "dissolute diverse", and it's done. I do not know what you intend to do, but I will not question you. Nor will I reveal this exchange to anyone; I suspect it would get the both of us in trouble. Do try to keep yourself out of trouble, girl. And as requested, I have "disguised" the package by placing the aphrodisiacs into the pouch. There is a dry spell upon its contests, so be warned: when you first open the pouch, there will be a slight gust of air as the spell releases. The price is listed below.
~Henrietta
Hermione quickly refolded the letter and untied the pouch from Amelia's leg. The owl chirped at her, so Hermione whispered to it, "Thank you, Amelia. Hush and go now, and I'll give you double treats next time." Amelia seemed to roll her big brown eyes but dutifully took off, soaring out through an open window. Ginny turned and cocked one eyebrow at her friend.
"Later," the brunette promised, discreetly tucking the letter and pouch into her robes. Ginny seemed not to notice and turned back towards her food with a small shrug. Hermione internally sighed in relief and ate the rest of her dinner in silence, feeling the small pouch burning a hole through her robe. Once finished, she grabbed her bag and levitated two cups of water, hurrying out of the Great hall and towards the Library. The sound of rumbling voices diminished, and by the time she arrived in the library- without Madame Pince, who was at dinner- the only sounds she could hear were her own breathing and heartbeat.
Reaching the designated table, the Gryffindor composed herself. She set her bag beside her chair, taking the seat closest to the wall. Lowering the two drinks onto the table, she decided to wait on drugging Malfoy's drink in case he transfigured it into something else.
I'll just do it myself, she decided, slipping the pouch out of her robes and into her sleeve for better reach. Just as she was securing the straps around her wrist, a pile of books slammed onto the table with a bang! Hermione jumped, a shrill eeeeek escaping her lips. She jerked her brown eyes up into the smirking face of her Potions partner.
"Oh, shut it, Malfoy," Hermione said with a scowl before the boy could make any scathing remark. Hiding her embarrassed blush behind her curly hair, she pulled out her Potions materials.
"Well, let's get started then," she stated, reasserting her intelligent persona. Malfoy smirked at the table and then her.
"What is this?" he sneered, gesturing to the two cups on the table.
"Water. But if you don't want it, then ill just transfigure it into whatever," the curly-haired girl replied, keeping her cool while knowing that her whole plan rode on the next few moments.
"Oh, you're doing something nice for me?" The Slytherin's smirk grew, but Hermione kept to her plan.
"If you don't want it…" Draco smirked back.
"Water is fine, Granger," he stated pompously, dropping into his seat. Hermione clenched her teeth behind closed lips and began to move-
Flicking her wand under the table, she cast a distant-sound spell, making it sound as though someone tried to cover a sneeze behind a nearby bookshelf. Malfoy's head jerked to look at the sound, eyes narrowing slightly. Immediately, Hermione shook a handful of pills into her hand; she felt about seven but curled her fingers around them anyways, forgetting Henrietta's warning. Holding her breath, she carefully lifted both hands, grabbing the cups by their tops and discreetly dropping the pills into the cup she pushed towards the boy. Then she took her shaking hands away; thankfully, there was no evidence of the dissolved aphrodisiacs. She muttered the incantation for a wordless spell and bit back a sigh of relief as she felt it work. Then the Slytherin was turning back with a scowl across his cold face.
Hermione arched one eyebrow and quiered, "Something wrong?"
"I thought I heard someone spying on us, formulating some absurd, unintelligent rumor," he snapped, clearly concerned only about his reputation.
"It was probably Madame Pince or a ghost," she responded nonchalantly, unbuttoning her robe and letting it fall. "Can we get started now, please? We do still have a curfew."
"Fine," the blonde retorted, unstacking his books. One of the smaller books slipped off and hit Hermione's pile of parchment, knocking the papers off of the table. She huffed as she leaned down to gather up the pages. One look at Draco's cool, composed face, and she knew that he had done that on purpose. The boy proceeded to take a drink, still smirking, and the brunette bit back a confident smile. They only had a short amount of time to get work done before the aphrodisiacs kicked in. Biting back her glee, Hermione triumphantly took a drink of the cool water. Thanks to the house elves' magic, the water stayed icy cool.
Awhile later, Hermione had successfully gotten Malfoy to agree to her plan of equal work distribution. They had written out what they were going to complete in Potions the next day, and in the middle of listing the necessary ingredients they would need to acquire from Snape's stores, Hermione realized how hot she was. She'd been working so hard to reign in the blonde that she hadn't realized how much her curly hair was sticking to her neck. As she pulled a muggle hair band off of her wrist, she noticed Malfoy was smirking at his parchment.
It's been long enough; I bet the pills are working now, Hermione thought, watching the boy take another drink from his water. A shiver ran down her back in anticipation, and as she began twisting her hair into a messy, easily-removed bun, her skin tingled as cool air brushed against it. Starting on a new piece of parchment, the brunette began writing about the side effects of the potion; or well, she attempted to write.
Hermione couldn't concentrate; she was distracted by the beautiful specimen sitting across from her. She tried to keep her eyes down, but they were continually drawn like a magnet to the boy. His long, pale fingers were curled around his quill as his left hand held the parchment still. Watching how comfortable he was, her mind began to wander to which hand he used at night to… Hermione blinked hard, pulling her lustful mind out of that track. She could not think about that; she had work to do, for Merlin's sake! However, the next moment, her eyes were once again latched onto the Slytherin. Hermione watched, entranced, as he scribbled away in a neat, loopy handwriting, his plush, inviting lips moving as he muttered the words he wrote. She felt her breath catch and leg muscles tighten as the muscles and veins in the pale boy's neck twitched while he worked. The tiniest of moans caught in the Gryffindor's throat as she imaged how it would feel to trace those muscles with her tongue, those long fingers brushing up her thighs…Hermione's panties began to dampen, and the room became hotter. The girl jerked herself out of the chair, needing fresh air.
Her sudden movement startled the Slytherin, and he jumped miniscutely, a flicker of surprise flitting across his face.
"If you'll excuse me for a minute, I need some fresh air," Hermione stated a bit curtly before turning on one heel and quickly walking away. She only made it as far down as two bookshelves before she dashed to the side and leaned against the cold stone wall. Everywhere was so hot, and the cold stone of the castle wasn't enough. She needed cool fingers touching her skin, drawing out the heat. She needed lips on hers to cool her off. She needed a tongue on her neck, her stomach, licking away her sweat. She needed more.
And she needed it bad.
Now.
Hermione could feel her pounding heartbeat echoing to her fingertips, hear her panting breaths ringing deep in her head, feel her damp underwear clinging to her skin. She tried to slow her breathing, calm her racing heart, cool the hot flush that conquered her face, but it was all to no avail.
"What is wrong with me?" Hermione whispered to the cold stone, pressing her forehead against the wall again. The hair on the back of her exposed neck tingled as a draft of air tickled her skin. She dismissed it as one of the castle's drafts until she felt the warmth of another body behind her.
"Oh, Granger," Draco whispered into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers across her oversensitive skin, "you really shouldn't have tried to slip me those dirty mudblood pills." And then his hands ghosted across her hips before latching on and pulling her back demandingly to press flush against his body.
Author's Note: MWAHAHA! I know: massive cliff-hanger. I have had this chapter written since my first update, but I will not be able to upload the third chapter for a while. I'm sure sometime during Christmas Break I will find the time to type of the *Lemon*. I don't exactly need parents asking questions as to why I need the wifi for two hours (haha…) So bear with me, readers. I will get the next chapter uploaded as soon as I have a chance- given that I have proofread it for spelling and grammar. I hope you enjoyed, and all reviews are appreciated!