Two week later, Draco and Hermione had worked out an arrangement for when either one of them was having guests over, but Draco was quickly learning that there were flaws in the plan.
"We'll leave a note for each other," Hermione had said. "Or just be mature and tell each other in person if they are home too. And stay in our respective bedrooms, if it's that type of intimate visit and the other person is going to be around." She wrote out the rules as she said them on a piece of parchment so that there could be no debating later. "And how about once a week we can each get the common area to ourselves? For parties or…" she blushed "whatever you might want to do in here."
Draco had laughed at that, "Shagging against the bookshelves you mean? Must be a fantasy of yours Granger, to get a little dirty surrounded by books." Hermione shot him an angry look. "Nothing wrong with that!" He held up his hands in defense, then lowered them to the table and moved closer to her, a grin on his face. "Personally, I'd be more than willing to help you live out that fantasy. And look! We're surrounded by books right now!"
At that, Hermione had leaned towards him, her lips almost touching his ear as she whispered, "Why don't you stay here and screw yourself, you can let me know if its everything I've dreamed of when you're done." She gave him a smile and turned to walk back into her room.
"Don't forget to add silencing charms to that list of rules!" Draco called after her, thinking about the previous night, but she either didn't hear him or just pretended not to. "Don't need a repeat of last night," he said to himself.
But every time Hermione had brought Ron back to the room in the weeks that followed and Draco had been studying in the common room, she had conveniently forgotten the silencing charms. Draco had found himself forced to listen to Hermione's screams of enjoyment and Ron's grunts and yells of "Bloody hell!" and it was starting to irritate him. Listening to Hermione's giggles and shrieks of delight was fun and exciting at first. Draco had spent a few more nights imagining that he was the one making her make those noises, but Ron's more masculine grunts had a way of ruining the fantasy.
Draco scowled as he walked down to the dungeons for his Potions class with Gryffindor. He craved an end to the agony Hermione was causing him, and because he wasn't having much luck convincing her that they should act on their obvious sexual compatibility, he decided a good distraction was needed.
He arrived at the entrance to the Potions classroom and looked for an open seat. For the past few weeks they had been going over basics and information needed for NEWT taking, but today would be the day their partners were assigned. Draco saw two empty seats; one in the back row and one close behind Hermione, who was sitting between Harry and Ron in the third row. 'Well, if I can't find someone to distract me here, I might as well sit close to Granger and make her miserable as well' he thought to himself as he sat in the seat in the forth row. He heard a giggle on his left. "So Draco, I guess this means you want to be partners?" He turned and saw Lavender Brown smiling at him, her body facing his with knees nervously bouncing. The movement of her legs caused her breasts to jiggle in her shirt, and her ample cleavage caught Draco's eye. The tips of her nipples were visible against the taut material of her school shirt, and Draco grinned to himself. 'Oh yes, a distraction is just what I need' he thought as he responded to her question.
"Lavender, nothing would make me happier."