Author's note: First of all, this chapter is rather rough as of now, as I have barely checked over submitting it. I put it up to ensure those of you who urged me to continue that I am indeed going to keep working on this! I will polish it later, but here is what I have for now. Second, Thanks to those of you who reviewed. I MUST say the overwhelmingly positive response had encouraged me to keep writing. Remember, the more review I get, the more I want to write! Lastly, This one has a lot of Draco in it, only because the next one is going to deal more with Hermione and her friends. Not that I think many of you will mind :P I can't thank you enough for continuing on in my story with me and I can't properly express my gratitude towards those of you who review. Thank you, returning readers!

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By the time all her classes were over, it was late afternoon and she wanted more than anything to head back to her common room, curl up in a chair and read a book. Instead, she wandered over to the Gryffindor tower without much of a plan. As she was walking up, Ginny emerged from the portrait hole with books gathered in her arms, looking very much as if she was headed for the library.

"Ginny!" the Head Girl called out, waving an arm above her head. The ginger girl quickly noticed her and scurried over. "Are you going to the library?"

"Yeah, you wouldn't believe how much homework I have already. I swear, it's like the teachers are trying to overwhelm us and it's only the first week of school!" Ginny whined, shifting her bag on her shoulder hoping to alleviate some strain on her back.

"I know what you mean. Even I'm about ready to wave the white flag already. I have two essays and a particularly long potions assignment due for next week. I hardly have time for anything else," Hermione sighed. But you have still found time for a little bargaining, a nasty voice in her head piped up. She closed her eyes for a second and shoved the voice back into the recesses of her head. There was no time for that now.

"Tell me about it," the younger girl didn't seem to notice anything. She just heaved her books up on her hip again and groaned. "So, I take it you haven't gotten a chance to do anything for the, erm, mission?" Ginny had dropped her voice, looking carefully at Hermione now.

"No," she hissed, "I haven't gotten a chance after Ron so kindly took all my research. I swear--"

"I heard what happened, Mione, and I'm really sorry. My brother is an oblivious git and he doesn't realize when what he is doing is stupid. I'm also sorry I have to say sorry FOR him, though I know it doesn't pardon him from having to admit his mistake, because he is so stubborn. He really does miss you, though, and so does Harry. All they do is mope around the common room and talk about Quidditch and complain about homework. You know they aren't used to doing that fully on their own," the girl snickered, rolling her eyes as she said it. Hermione sighed.

"I know. And I guess I know he's sorry too. I am, too--to a certain extent! I just...aurg! They can be SO frustrating. I really should go talk to them. But I can't today. I'm still mad at Ron for being so rude. I miss them too. It's weird not having you guys around all the time. Anyways, I can go to the library with you and help you study or look for more information on that...thing," Hermione didn't want to talk about it, even though there was no one else in the hallway.

"Oh, yes please!" Ginny enthused, happy to have company while she worked on her homework. The two girls spent the rest of the afternoon in the library, spending more time talking and less time studying than perhaps necessary. Hermione gathered as many books about Romania as possible, hoping to find something that would help them figure out more about this rumored 'haunted area' that the muggles spoke of.

"Ah, I am so SICK of this!" Ginny groaned, slamming her Runes book shut with a snap. Hermione jumped, her quill splattering ink all across her pages of notes condensed from the stack of books on either side of her. "Whoops, sorry," the redhead said with an sheepish grin.

"No, it's fine. I was about to do the same thing. I'm so sick of this, I just wish I felt like I was getting somewhere with it," she sighed. Her mind had also been playing the events of the last time she had set foot in the library on repeat for the last three hours. It would have been exhausting had she not already come up with what she had to admit was an amazing plan to get back at Malfoy.

She had purposefully skipped stopping at the Heads dormitory throughout the day for the risk of bumping into him alone, instead of in the very public halls of the castle in which she knew he wasn't going to make any remarks or try anything funny. She had merely received the most seductive look she supposed possible as she had rounded the corner on her way to Charms and bumped into him. She quickly played a solid defense by swiftly pressing her body against his, moaning quietly in his ear, and continuing on her way as he stood frozen in shock behind her. A smile tugged at her lips at the memory.

"We'll get there. I'll force my git brother and Harry to come with us next time and we can have a joint research session next time. We need to make progress on this." Hermione thought this was a really good idea, and cursed herself for not thinking of it herself. She was allowing herself to get too preoccupied with the situation with Malfoy. Resolving to spend less time thinking about their hot ittle tryst and more time focused on more important matters, she spoke up,

"That's a great idea, Gin!" The younger girl beamed, "but I think we should probably make it in the Room of Requirement--you know, just in case. Then we can be as loud as we please and take up as much space as necessary. I'll talk to them about it tomorrow when I have a talk with them." She stood and gathered her books, stuffing some into her bag and moving to replace the others on their respective shelves. Ginny followed, a small stack of books for class in hand.

"Alright. I guess I won't say anything, then, until you all have had your little chat. However, I will talk some sense into Ron tonight," Hermione smiled to herself, placing the last book on it's shelf, because she knew Ron was in for an earful that night, "to make sure he understands where he stands with you. He will be properly apologetic tomorrow." The two girls exited the library, Hermione unconsciously following Ginny back to the Gryffindor tower. Remembering she lived elsewhere, she stopped short.

"Oi, Gin, I should probably get back to my dorm by now. I'm starving and I have school work to catch up on"

"Aw, right. Will you be joining us for breakfast tomorrow? Why haven't you been down to the Great Hall recently?" Ginny questioned, pausing to say goodbye to her friend.

"Oh, I accidentally overslept today, and had to skip food in order to make class on time," she lied quickly. I've been fixing food for the enemy and he was busy sticking his hands in my pants this morning.

"Hermione! You can't be doing that so early in the year, especially as Head Girl!" Ginny sounded concerned, "is the side project for the Order taking too much time? We will help you, I promise!"

"Thanks Gin, it's not that. Well, it is. That and other things. My plate is so full right now. But it's fine, I've dealt with more in the past. I will just be sure to not sleep through my alarm again. I really have to get going if I want to feed myself and finish my homework for tonight, though," and thoroughly punish Malfoy for that stunt he pulled this morning.

"Sure thing, Mione, get back and get some sleep tonight. I'll see you tomorrow! Bye!" As the two girls parted ways, Hermione checked her watch. It was around nine o'clock. She headed back towards the tower she called home, figuring she couldn't put off her revenge. No matter how excited she was to get back at the blond prat, she was apprehensive. What if her plan didn't work? What if he just laughed at her feeble attempts? As she turned down the last corridor before the Heads Dorm, Hermione ducked into a bathroom. Although no one was around, she quickly headed into one of the stalls, fastening the bolt before removing her blouse and tank top. Carefully, although her hands were shaking, she put her blouse back on and buttoned it up enough to cover her white satin bra and cleavage. After neatly folding her tank top and tucking it into her bag, she emerged from the stall and walked over to the floor length mirror. Pulling the hair tie from her pony tail, she used her fingers to fluff and tease her hair until it was no longer wild, but what she hoped could be interpreted as "sexy messy." She left the bathroom and made her way swiftly to the portrait of the two horses.

When she stepped through the portrait hole, she breathed a discrete sigh of relief; Malfoy sat in the arm chair more or less directly across from the doorway, immersed in a book. After taking a quick moment to take in the picture of him sitting undisturbed, hair hanging in front of his face like a curtain. She would have assumed he was rather peaceful at the moment, had she believe she was capable the horrible Slytherin was capable of that state. She slid her bag off her shoulder and let it hit the ground next to her with a dull thud. He looked up, startled. Well, now or never. When he saw her, he smirked and she assumed he was about to speak before she cut him off with a shush and strode slowly towards him in her best impersonation of a sultry gait, slowly unbuttoning her top to reveal her bra. His mouth, which had snapped shut, now hung slightly open.

What was she doing? he thought, eyes that had slowly taken in her figure when he first realized her presence now drawn to the fingers that were slowly exposing the creamy skin of her torso.

"I'm paying you back. I told you I would, and I keep my promises," she said in a low voice, and it sounded more even than she felt. Was she going to pull this off? He seemed to be buying her best efforts at seduction.

"Well, well..." he sneered, reaching to grab her swaying hips when she got within arm's reach. She slapped his hands away.

"Ah ah, Malfoy, not yet," she scolded, wagging her finger at him. She trailed her fingers down the slim patch of bare skin, stopping at the waist of her jeans. She watched as his silver eyes followed the motion, darkening ever so slightly as a small crooked smile appeared on his face. As she pried the button loose, she realized she had a mirror of that smile playing across her own lips and hoped he thought it was sexy, because she was doing the best she could. She had been planning this all day.

Slowly, she unzipped the zipper while she kept her eyes glued to his face, gaging his reaction. He actually seemed to be into this.

"Merlin, Grang-" she cut him off by placing her fingers on his lips.

He was so shocked by Granger's bold behavior that he had completely forgotten about the book that lay open in his lap. He could not, and perhaps did not want to, tear his eyes from her hands, undoing her pants with maddening care. He did not like to be kept waiting. If she kept up this amazingly tempting charade, he may HAVE to attack her every morning. He knew he was good, but his partners had never been this inspired or creative before. And, if he knew Hermione, she always put her best effort into everything she did. He was starting to think he was going to enjoy this evening very much.

Hermione turned unhurriedly on her heel, turning her head to keep an eye on his reaction, as she slipped her thumbs under her pants at her hips and deliberately pulled them down, accompanied with a fluid shimmy of her hips, until they fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them and towards Malfoy, who remained in his seat, his eyes wide and breath coming in shorter gasps. She bent down, giving him a lovely view of her bosom that hung tortuously in front of him before she caught his lips in a fierce kiss.

The ferocity of the kiss startled Draco. She had spent the last few minutes being so teasing and slow that he was nearly unprepared for her attack. Not forgetting himself, he rose to the challenge and grasped the back of her head, cementing her face to his. Heat raced through his body and his skin burned where it came into contact with his nemesis. He was already so hot and all she had done was kiss him--he was impressed with her, although he would never admit it. When she reached down to his lap, the heat concentrated there and he slid forward slightly in anticipation. He could feel her smirk against his lips as she simply shut the tomb in his lap and set it on the table next to them, carefully avoiding the touch he wanted most while continuing to torment him with her kiss.

Suddenly, she climbed into his lap and straddled him, deepening the kiss and using the hand that wasn't twisted into his hair to rake her fingernails down his arm. He gasped against her mouth and she took the opportunity to move onto his neck. Then, as she had so methodically planned throughout the day, she began to grind her hips against his. Although he was still wearing slacks, she could feel his arousal against the soft cotton of her underwear. Decidedly not hating the feeling, she began to press her pelvis harder against his, moving with more enthusiasm as she trailed kisses down the side of his neck before she nipped rather hard at the point where his neck met his shoulders. She felt his muscles tense under her before he, too, was moving his hips in time with her. He was moaning now. Not the small, self-conscious, I-kinda-like-what-you're-doing sort but the full blown I-need-more-of-that groans that she feared were audible in the hallway. At this point, she threw caution to the wind and chimed in every so often with what Malfoy instantly decided was the most sensual noise he'd ever heard. Apparently he was enjoying this as much, if not more, than she was. As she sucked mercilessly at his neck, he slipped a hand under her blouse to grope her breast for a second before sliding it to her lower back to pull her body closer to his.

Pausing her vigorous work at his neck, Hermione sat back a little, sliding her arse further into his lap, to yank Malfoy's shirt off. He obliged immediately, lifting his arms over his head to ease her efforts. They were instantly brought back together, tongues battling and hands grasping, pushing, pulling. Hermione stretched her fingers across Malfoy's smooth chest, following the precise pattern of cream covered muscle to the waistband of his pants. He was already impossibly hard, and it felt amazing to thrust her hips against his, but she maintained her semblance of control enough to bite his lip one last time before sliding to the floor at his feet; she looked up into his eyes that were now exceptionally dark with lust as she wasted no time unfastening and removing his pants. Only his boxers remained between the two of them.

I can't believe this is working! Hermione thought as she paused, suddenly nervous to proceed. They were both incredibly turned on--faces flushed, skin tingling at the slightest touch, and breath coming in short pants--and she could not have possibly thought her plan would have proceeded so well. Before she had very low confidence in her powers of seduction but after tonight that would surely change. If she could get Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin sex god, this hot without removing his underwear, she could assume it was something that somehow came naturally to her. This shocked her beyond all else. Before that summer, she had never done anything more than engage in a few admittedly tame kisses. Now she was on her knees before one of the (she hated herself for admitting this, even to herself) most attractive boys in the school, and now it did not matter whether or not he might as well be the Dark Lord's son. She was going to suck his dick anyway.

Finally, after the few seconds it took her to work up the courage, she pulled his underwear off and wrapped her fingers around what was, to her experience, a very well endowed boy. He growled how when she took him in her mouth and swirled her tongue around him, experimenting with all sorts of tricks she had heard those other girls gossiping about in the common room in earlier years. With the combination of her hands, lips, tongue and surprisingly non-existent gag reflex, Malfoy was soon sweating and moaning, trying to press himself further into her mouth. She was delighting in the noises that he was making, herself soaking through her underwear, when she remembered her mission. Just in time, too, because Malfoy was gaining in both volume and persistence. Slowly, she released him from her mouth and...did he just whimper? She looked up at him. His chest was heaving and he was staring down at her with wild eyes. Her hand slid slowly up and down him as she slowly flicked her tongue out and across him.

"Gods, Granger, that is the most ero-" he began, voice husky.

"Ah ah! I make the rules" she stressed, squeezing him slightly. He gasped and squeezed his eyes shut for a second. "Now, do you want to cum?" She said, licking him once again like a lollypop before smirking up at him.

"Merlin, yes! Don't you dare make me beg, you wench...!" He began, two fires blazing behind his eyes. He refused to sink to that level. He'd rather return to his room by himself or take a cold shower before doing that.

"No, no, no, Malfoy. That's not what I'm asking of you. I'd simply like an apology. For making me beg this morning." Her hand continued it's slow path up and down.

"No! I won't! I-" He stammered, checks pink with indignation. The smirk returned to her face.

"You do realize that two can play your game, don't you, Malfoy?" She lowered her mouth to him once again and continued all the attention he was receiving before, but much much slower this time. Painfully slow. Malfoy moaned, trying to buck up further into her mouth, anything for more friction, more heat, just more. He couldn't believe the girl in front of him. Hermione Granger was literally driving him insane. He was about to start yelling at her if she didn't pick up the pace. She simply smiled up at him from around him, groaning slightly in a way that sent shivers of pleasure through his entire body. The hair on his neck stood on end. He had no idea she was such an innately sexual creature.

Most of the girls he was used to had been at it for at least a year or two, giving them loads more experience than the brunette between his legs. He previously thought their experience had put them just under the pleasure of having a virgin. He was wrong. Having awakened this erotic being inside Hermione was the best thing he felt he could have ever done. All the other girls were jaded and boring, they had gotten into a habit and while it could be good, he realized they had the missing spark of interest, creativity, curiosity. He thanked his lucky stars for kissing her that first night in the library. But now, he couldn't comprehend any of this. The only thought in his mind was to get off. His only conscious thought comprised of a string of curse words that were silently begging, pleading, apologizing and ordering Granger to finally let him cum. He couldn't hold on any longer. He was sure he was going to explode before she let him off. His reserve shattered, and he it was all he could do to keep from sobbing.

"FINE! Thats-thats it. I give in. I'm s-s-sorry! Granger just PLEASE, I s-said I'm s-sorry. Now Let me bloody CUM!!" He cried, the scream ripping through his throat before he gave it permission.

"You're sorry?"

"YES! I j-just said that!"

"And you promise not to make me beg again?"

"Yes, yes, I pr-promise!"

Hermione also betrayed the look of astonishment on her face. She was sure he had just about to walk away. She had managed to get him to cave. As the thrill of victory flushed through her body, she finally put life and vigor into the actions she had been so carefully, so agonizingly controlling--she had wanted none other than to prove to him just how good it would be with her--and finally brought him crashing through every level of reality until he sat, jerking with the intensity of orgasm, in perfect, pure clarity for longer than he could even imagine. The world was beautiful. The universe was perfect. Although he was sure it couldn't have been more than 15 seconds, it felt like a moment of eternity. Hermione readily accepted everything he had to offer here, lapping every drop up. Finally his lungs seemed to accept oxygen again, and it took him a while to figure out what had happened.

Hermione slithered back up him and straddled him again, though she hovered over him and did not sit in his lap. Then, she kissed him hard, forcing him to taste himself on her tongue. Whether he was still stupefied by what she had just done to him or whether he just didn't care, she couldn't figure it out, but he did not reject her. He kissed her back with as much energy as he could muster up. He felt like he has just run a marathon, and he was panting. Hermione felt nearly as tired as he did from the effort, but still felt incredibly horny.

He seemed to note that edge in her kiss, pulling her away and pulling up one side of his mouth to form a half-hearted sneer.

"A little worked up, are you?" he laughed, grabbing her waist and sitting her back onto his knees, facing him. Her brain couldn't think fast enough to come up with a lie so she grudgingly told him the truth.

"Merlin yes, wouldn't you be?" her face was flushed and her breathing was uneven, "but whatever, I can deal with it. I don't think I want to owe you again, just yet." He chuckled, bringing his mouth to her collar bone.

"Well, can you?" he asked, nipping at the skin there. She sucked in a gulp of air in surprise.

"Can I...what?" she questioned, narrowing her eyes at the top of his blond head. He paused and looked up at her with humor in his eyes.

" 'Deal with it', you know, yourself," he smirked full-on now, scanning her face for the embarrassment he was sure would color her cheeks.

"Well, I mean, yes. You don't expect me to have gone this long...without, do you? Even without someone?" she replied without shame, and his hands tightened their grip on her hips. Something shifted behind his eyes.

"Hmpfh," he made a noise of thoughtful surprise, then a devilish look edged onto his face, radiating from his eyes, "how about you let me watch."

"What?!" Hermione gasped, shocked at his audacity.

"You heard me. Let me watch. It's not like it's some kind of private moment I've never witnessed from you before." He nipped at her collar bone again, and as she shifted slightly on his knees she was reminded that she had planned on doing just that once she was alone in her room.

"You...want to watch me? You want to see me touch myself?" she asked, getting used to the idea, "you expect that I'll be thinking of you, is that it?" Her hand slid down her body, brushing slightly against her knickers.

"Oh, I know you'll be thinking about me whether you get yourself off right here in my lap or in your bed in ten minutes," he drawled, moving his mouth down to kiss the swell of her breast.

It didn't take more than five minutes for Hermione to find her own release, worked up as she was. Finally, out of breath and squirming in Malfoy's arms, she shuddered as her orgasm ripped through her body. The Head Boy pulled her against his shoulder and brought her hand to his mouth after a second, licking her fingers clean. The two sat, enjoying her handiwork, for a minute before Hermione stretched out in his lap and glanced at the clock on the wall.

"I need to get to bed. I was going to wake up early tomorrow to get a little extra work done before classes tomorrow," she said, shifting herself our of Malfoy's arms. She had begun to feel uncomfortable, as she was sure he was, to be cuddling like that. A minute or two was nice but enough was enough. She was exhausted enough to collapse into bed and go to sleep right then.

"Right. Goodnight then, Granger," he replied, gathering his things to return to his room as well.

When Hermione stepped into the bathroom to shower, she purposely left Malfoy's door wide open, his bed in full view. When he came in to brush his teeth, she was just rinsing the suds out of her hair and they were running in little channels down her body. He watched her throughout his bathroom routine, whistling low in appreciation once after he spat the toothpaste from his mouth as she used her loofah to clean her body. She laughed and curtsied for him, and he left the bathroom, keeping the door open. She finished her shower, toweled off, and brushed her teeth before pulling on an old, oversized shirt. That night she had barely climbed into bed before she felt herself carried off to sleep.