Hermione blushed even harder than before. She glanced up at Ron and Harry, but the two seemed engrossed in their books. Professors should assign readings about sex more often, students were much more motivated to read if they found their reading interesting.

She slowly slid the parchment towards her and wrote her reply.

Do you need any help on your essay, Malfoy? If not, I should be getting back to work.

He smiled as he read her note and quickly scribbled his response. He caught her eye as she took the parchment from him and he winked at her. She felt her cheeks redden again. She was sure her stiff nipples could be seen through the tight white fabric of her shirt, but couldn't drag her eyes away from Malfoy's long enough to check. He nudged his chin in the direction of the parchment, subtly reminding her to read his note.

Not on my essay, but I've got a fantasy that you can help me with quite perfectly. Me, with my fingers in your tight cunt again, while potter and Weasley sit nearby without a clue.

Hermione didn't dare to look at Malfoy again. Conflicting thoughts raced through her head. She desperately wanting to feel him inside her again, her cunt was dripping with a need for him unlike any she had felt before. On the other hand, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of breaking her resolve. She wondered if she had the willpower to push her teasing a bit farther. If she couldn't stop herself once she started, her whole plan would be ruined.

'Fuck it' Hermione thought to herself. She looked at Malfoy, caught his smoldering stare once more and smiled slightly as she nodded.

Draco bit his lip and looked down at the blank parchment he should have been writing his essay on. Hermione looked back to her books as well, but soon felt Draco's fingers lightly touch her knee. Cautious and hesitant at first, his cool touch traced patterns over her warm skin. He ran his nails against her smooth body and she enjoyed the different sensations of his expert fingers as he teased her. Slowly at first, he labored over each inch of her thigh. He pinched her inner thigh and she opened her legs wider to him, feeling jolts of pleasure deep within her cunt as the new space allowed him to move closer and closer to her heat.

Hermione's breath was heavy with anticipation. Draco's touches became so light she could barely feel them and she let out an involuntary whimper of protest. Her eyes shot up to Ron and Harry, sure they must have heard. Fortunately for her, the two boys were still completely absorbed in their study materials.

She looked back towards Draco and he raised a finger to his lips. Hermione quickly wrote a note on the parchment and slid it towards him, all the while, Draco never stopped his feather-light touches on her inner thigh.

If you want me to be quiet, stop teasing me so much!

Draco let out a low chuckle, but quickly turned it into a cough to hide the exchange from Ron and Harry. The pressure of his fingers on her inner thigh grew slightly, and his palm made contact with her skin as he pressed his entire hand to the hot flesh of her upper thigh.

He began a slow massage, making sure that his movements couldn't be seen above the table level. The deep pressure of his hand and thumb triggered new waves of pleasure within Hermione. She slid herself lower on the chair, leaning back slightly with a book up in front of her on the table.

A quick glace at Malfoy told her that he was grinning at the new access gained by the position. His hand slid so that it was completely nestled between her thighs as he continued his ministrations. As he lightly pinched and teased her thighs, Hermione felt Draco's pinky come into contact with the damp curls that covered her cunt.

Draco's hand went still. His left hand, still on the table, scribbled a hasty note and slid the parchment back towards Hermione.

Granger, where are your knickers?

Hermione just smiled at him. Suddenly, he removed his hand from between her thighs and put it back on the table, grabbing the nearest book and studying it as if his life depended on it.

Confused and still slightly shaking with desire, Hermione wrote Draco a note on the parchment and angrily slid it back towards him. She was the one who was supposed to leave him wanting more, not the other way around!

Why did you stop?

This was a bad idea.

I don't think it's a bad idea; I don't want you to stop.

Granger, if I keep touching you I'm not sure I'll be able to stop myself from lifting you up and fucking you right here, right now, on the table in front of Potter and Weasley, not to mention Flitwick .

Hermione read his note four times before his words sunk in. He was just as tormented as she was, jut as horny, just as out of control with lust and need. She found herself thinking that maybe shagging Malfoy in the middle of Charms wasn't the worst idea she'd ever had.

Malfoy slid the parchment back towards himself and added to his note before returning the paper to her.

Plus, I know how wet you are right now and thinking about you going through the rest of the day soaking your skirt because of me is going to make finally fucking you tonight so much better.

Hermione felt a deep ache in her abdomen considering Malfoy's offer. She could feel the warm wetness of her pussy pulsating as she fantasized about how it would feel to finally let herself be with him. She glanced up then and Ron's fiery red hair caught her eye. She had completely forgotten her plans with Ron!

'Perfect…' thought Hermione, 'There's no way Ron is going to believe an excuse I give him to get out of plans I made only half an hour ago! But Malfoy…no! Malfoy can wait for me this time. I wanted torment, right? This really is perfect!" She wrote her response on Malfoy's note and gave him a sweet smile as she passed it back to him.

Can't tonight, I've got plans. Maybe some other time though.

Malfoy just smirked as he wrote his reply and slid the parchment back to her. She read the note nervously, she had hoped for more of a response than that.

Why do you keep fighting how much you want me?

Instead of writing a response, Hermione gathered up her things, taking care to grab the parchment on which they had been writing their notes. As she finished packing her bag, she turned to Ron and said "See you tonight?"

Ron grinned. "Yeah, brilliant."

Hermione turned and raised her eyebrows at Malfoy as if to say 'See, I really do have plans' and walked out of the library.

Draco watched her go, thinking about how wet her cunt was and how close he had been to being inside her again. He smiled to himself, glad he had made a date with Lavender earlier, he was already hard and had a feeling that the feeling of Hermione's warm thigh and the image of her heaving lacy breasts and taut nipples straining against her shirt wouldn't leave him for a long time.

The memory of the heat of Hermione's cunt and the wetness that he had felt on her when he touched her made him mentally kick himself for not taking his chance to thrust his fingers inside her when he could. He calmed himself, thinking about how perfectly he'd played out the situation. Leaving Hermione wanting more, and believing that he had as little control as she did would make her more likely to think they were at equal levels of seduction. She would be much more likely to come to him. And he would be ready. He smiled to himself, knowing that tonight when she was with Ron, she would be thinking about him. He had her just where he wanted her.