Wanton Nights

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A few weeks later, on a Friday evening, Hermione found herself lost in thought as she roamed the dimly lit corridors, performing her prefect duties. She had been wandering the halls for over an hour, monitoring for students breaking curfew. She found a couple of seventh years snogging in a broom closet and a few second years in a classroom plotting to make use of some of Fred and George's more troublesome products, but it had otherwise been a relatively quiet night. It was the kind of night that allowed her the opportunity to lose herself in her thoughts and thoroughly analyze an issue. On this particular night she found her thoughts straying toward a certain platinum haired, silver eyed, sexy Slytherin.

She could not seem to stop her thoughts from straying to him, no matter how she tried to distract herself with thoughts of school work or her friends or Voldemort. All thoughts led back to Malfoy. It didn't help that they shared absolutely every class, giving her almost no reprieve from his presence. The fact that he was so different this year hadn't escaped her notice either, nor did it help her keep her mind off of him. He was so much more withdrawn, not at all like his typically arrogant self. He hadn't uttered a single nasty word to her and he was even rather agreeable during Ancient Runes, the one class from which they could not escape interaction with each other. Though she attributed that more to the Praesidium than an actual change in his feelings towards her. She figured that he was as much a victim to its effects as anyone else, feeling naturally calmer in her presence.

She gave a small shriek as an invisible hand grabbed her and pulled her into an empty and seldom used classroom.

"Harry!" She admonished in the loudest whisper she dared as he removed his invisibility cloak . "What are yo-" she was cut off as his lips came crashing down on hers in a demanding kiss, his hands gripping her waist.

"Harry we can't, I have prefect duties." She responded, breaking away, her hands coming up to his chest, attempting to put a bit of space between them.

"Let the other prefects handle it, we won't be long," he said, kissing her again, "Please 'Mione," he pleaded, dropping kisses along her jaw and down her neck, "I need you."

As Harry continued to kiss her neck, she felt her resolve begin to waver. Hermione sighed as he nipped and kissed her neck. She could feel herself weakening, her determination not to indulge him withering away as his lips gently sucked the sensitive skin of her neck, causing heat to pool between her legs. She pulled his face up to hers and kissed him, submitting to his demands. Harry immediately responded, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her to the closest desk. He sat her gingerly on the table as he continued to kiss her. Not wasting any time, his hands moved to her robes, his deft, seeker's fingers made quick work of the clasp and then they were gone, pooled around her waist.

One of her hands tangled in his hair as the other moved to his belt. As she unbuckled his belt, working to free his hardened member, his hands moved under her skirt to remove her knickers. She moaned as she felt his fingers tease her clit, aching with want, images of a certain blonde Slytherin coming unbidden into her mind. His face danced across the back of her eyelids and in her mind Malfoy was taking her, teasing her with his expert fingers, caressing her flesh. She fantasized that it was Malfoy kissing her, his fingers wandering her skin, making it tingle with desire.

Her hand moved over Harry's cock, pumping the hardened flesh in her fist. She pulled him to her, positioning him at her entrance. He kissed her as he entered her and she knew that she was not the only one seeing someone else's face, feeling someone else's touch. She moaned into his kiss as he filled her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer as he began moving in her. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist as he pounded into her, moving quickly bringing each of them closer to that moment of ecstasy. She threw her head back as she came, moaning loudly. He continued moving, pounding harder with each thrust as he moved towards his own undoing. He followed her shortly, burrying his face in her curls as he came. He held her for a few moments longer as they both caught their breath.

Lifting his head, he gave her a smile as he tucked himself back in and buckled his belt. Hermione adjusted her robes, returning his smile as she hopped off the desk. Harry kissed her cheek and muttered a "Thank you."

Hermione gave him a gentle nod of her head before saying, "We agreed this wouldn't keep happening."

"I know and it won't. It's just, I saw her with him and I…" Harry responded trailing off, looking somewhat sheepish.

"I know, it's ok." Replied Hermione as they walked towards the door. Harry gave her a small smile before slipping his invisibility cloak back on and heading into the hall to make his way back to Gryffindor tower.

Hermione sighed and ran her fingers through her hair as she set out to resume her duties. She knew she shouldn't continue to indulge her friend, but it was hard not to when she was every bit as lonely as he was. The first time it happened had been shortly after the incident at the ministry. Harry felt guilty and terribly sad over the loss of his godfather. He had also realized a little too late just how much Ginny meant to him. These things combined with a stolen bottle of firewhiskey and Hermione's attempts to console him led to the two friends sleeping together. It had happened several times after that first night but they had agreed that once they returned to school they wouldn't continue their trysts. And they wouldn't, she silently assured herself. She couldn't continue to allow herself to be used by or to use Harry. It wasn't right and it would only hurt them in the long run. Not to mention what would happen if either Ron or Ginny ever found out. She shuddered to think of their reaction. Either one would feel hurt and betrayed and neither would understand their reasons, nor would they believe that the two friends truly felt nothing romantic for each other.

No, this definitely could not happen anymore. It would be far better if they simply returned to being friends.

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Friday evening found Draco roaming the halls of Hogwarts, dutifully performing his prefect duties enjoying the only perk of doing them with Granger, time to himself. They had established a rule early on during their fifth year, whenever they were paired for rounds, they did them separately. They were supposed to do them in pairs but a mutual loathing meant that they agreed to bend the rules in this one area. The first time they had been assigned as a pair they had tried to switch partners but their heads of house had been adamant that the partners were set and no switching would be allowed. Draco and Hermione had grudgingly completed their duties as a pair that night but they had argued the entire time, accomplishing nothing and nearly coming to drawing wands. When they were finished they decided that they would never again patrol together. They would always patrol separately and thus avoid any further confrontation. They had been fortunate up to this point and had not been discovered by any of the teachers who would have surely taken points or given them detention for violating the rules. Draco was pleased to continue their arrangement this year, not at all eager to spend any more time with the witch than he was already forced to spend with her. It was bad enough to have every class with her but it would have been unbearable to be forced to do prefect duties with her as well.

So tonight had started as any other would, she set out to patrol their assigned halls and he waited ten minutes before doing the same, assuring that they would at no point be forced to patrol together but close enough to pair up should one of them stumble upon a professor. He was grateful for the time to think, grateful for time away from her. There was something very different about her this year. She had changed physically, that much was obvious, she had matured, grown more beautiful, but it was more than that. There was something inherently different about her. It was something which muddled his thoughts and yet made him feel calm, happy even, which given his current assignment, wasn't all that helpful. In fact, it was bordering on annoying. He didn't want to be happy. He had no right to feel happy given what he was supposed to do this year, and so being around her just confused him and distracted him. He couldn't focus, couldn't think. He found himself desiring her.

He wanted to shag her, yes, wanted to ravish her body, but more than that he found himself simply wanting her. He found himself looking forward to Ancient Runes just for that hour of compassionate and kind contact from another person. Sure he had Pansy, but she was not particularly nice to him. She wasn't mean to him certainly but any kindness she gave him came with the expectation that he would be doing something for her in return. Granger was different. She was unconditionally kind to him. It was something he was completely unused to, and not entirely comfortable with. He couldn't seem to reconcile his once hatred of her with his newfound desire to have her, to claim her as his, but nevertheless it was there, unwilling to abate.

Fortunately it had been a quiet night and he hadn't come across anyone breaking the rules. He was therefore rather surprised to hear the unmistakable sounds of some couple having sex. He smirked to himself as he pushed the classroom door open ready to dish out punishment, but was utterly unprepared for the sight that greeted him on the other side of the door. The object of his confusion was wrapped around scarhead, moaning as he shagged her. His first thought was that she looked sexy as hell. His second thought was that he should leave before they realized he was there. He walked back out of the room and down the hall putting some distance between them. He couldn't believe that Granger of all people would do something like that. It would seem as though the little minx was just full of surprises this year. He smirked again as he thought of confronting her. Oh how he could not wait to see the look on her face when she found out that he had seen her and Potter together.

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Harry crept as quietly as he could back towards Gryffindor tower and the warmth of his bed. He was hoping Ron would be asleep by the time he made it back. He did not relish the idea of trying to come up with some lie to explain where he had been. He didn't particularly like keeping secrets from his friend but he knew Ron wouldn't understand. He knew that this information could only serve to hurt Ron and so they had chosen never to tell him. At one point Harry had been certain that Hermione had feelings for Ron, but since they had been back at school he wasn't so certain anymore.

He knew that they needed to stop before someone found out. He knew that this truly had to be the last time. It had started over the summer on a night when all he wanted was to feel something other than hollow grief. He had not at all been prepared to lose Sirius. It wasn't fair. They had only had such a short time to be a family and had had no time to be a proper family. More than that he felt such extreme guilt over luring him to the ministry. If he hadn't been so stupid and reckless his godfather might still be here. He might still have an actual home.

Harry hadn't intended for his first time to be with his best friend when he was drunk. He had always intended for his first time to be with a girl he was in love with but his weakness found him in the arms of Hermione, giving himself to her in an attempt to close the gaping wound left festering by his empty heart. He sought her out many more times that summer, always seeking the comfort that her warm flesh provided, always wishing she was Ginny. They had agreed that they would stop before returning to school but seeing Ginny kissing Dean in the common room had just been more than he could handle which led him to seek her comfort yet again.

Harry whispered the password to the fat lady and snuck through the portrait hole. He was grateful not to meet anyone in the common room or on the stairs leading up to the sanctuary of his bed.

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For the second time that night a hand came out of nowhere to grab her. Hermione shrieked as Draco dragged her into another seldom used, dusty, classroom. "Twenty points from Gryffindor for shagging in a classroom." Draco drawled, releasing his grip on her.

"What are you on about?" She replied through gritted teeth, "I thought we agreed we wouldn't patrol together? And you aren't allowed to take points from me."

"I saw you," he said, taking a step towards her.

"What exactly did you see?" Hermione asked, color draining from her face, silently cursing herself for not ensuring that the door was locked and silencing charms were cast. Anyone could have walked in on them. Of course it had to be Malfoy, but truly they were lucky it hadn't been a Professor.

"I saw you and Potter shagging." He replied, taking another step towards her, closing the gap between them. "I saw how much you enjoyed being fucked like a slag." He whispered as he tucked a curl behind her ear and trailed his fingers down her cheek to rest on her chin.

"You can't tell anyone." She whispered , trying to fight the blush creeping onto her cheeks.

"Of course I can," he replied confidently, still not releasing her chin, "but who would believe that the swot was capable of such debauchery and rule breaking."

"I am not a swot!" She responded with a frown.

"You are but that's not the point. Potter? Really Granger?" He asked, raising his eyebrow as he did. Her frown deepened in response.

"What do you care?" Came her defensive reply. She tugged her chin out of his grasp and turned away from him, facing a window which happened to look out on the lake. It's surface was smooth and reflected the light of the moon like a mirror. Really, why should he care who she shagged? It wasn't as though he was interested in shagging her, so what businesses did he have caring who she banged.

"I don't. I just thought you had more self respect than to allow Potter to shag you." He responded, closing the distance between them once more.

"What's wrong with Harry?" She wanted to know, and turned to face him again.

"He's not-" not me is what he found himself wanting to say. He wanted to tell her that he couldn't get her out of his head no matter how he tried. That he couldn't stop thinking about her. That every time he fucked Pansy he saw her, wished it was her. He wanted to tell her that he wanted her, needed her. Needed to feel her in his arms, feel his lips pressed to hers, feel her legs wrapped around his waist, but he didn't tell her any of those things. Instead he said, "he's not good enough for you," and brought his hand up to her face again. There was a very small part of him which considered tasting her.

"How's that exactly?" Her brow furrowed as she frowned. It made no sense to her that Draco should care about her sex life. It made even less sense to her that he kept touching her and looking at her as though he was going to kiss her.

"You deserve far more than some bumbling idiot who doesn't know your nub from your nipple or what to do with either." He said brushing her lips with his thumb.

She brought her hands to her hips, brows furrowing in confusion, "I still don't see why you care who the swotty mud-"

"Don't call yourself that." He admonished, cutting her off and dropping his hand.

"Why not? You call me that all the time." She crossed her arms feeling defensive once more.

"I haven't in a long time and I never should have." He admitted quietly, pulling her to him once more. He wrapped one arm around her waist as his other hand went to her cheek again. "You're so much more than that and you deserve so much more than to be called that." He couldn't resist any longer. He had to taste her, had to know what her lips would feel like. He pulled her infinitesimally closer and leaned down to brush his lips against hers. Her eyes widened in surprise before fluttering closed. His lips pressed more firmly against hers before relaxing ever so slightly. His tongue slipped out licking her lower lip, requesting entrance. She relaxed her mouth allowing him in and he immediately deepened their kiss, pulling her closer as he did. She sighed contentedly into their kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as he continued to kiss her.