Draco leaned back, balancing the stiff wooden chair on two legs and holding the textbook out in one hand to read. The stuffy librarian had just passed by so he had two minutes before she returned and shouted at him for improper treatment of the furniture.
Fuck, herbology was boring. He'd been at this assignment for an hour now. He resented the fact that the ministry made everyone return to Hogwarts. He'd already done his seventh year, for fucks sake. For the most part, anyway. And despite the Carrows and that gross business of practicing unforgivables on first years, it was relatively pleasant. No horrific tasks from the Dark Lord, and most importantly, no bloody golden trio lording it about campus.
Yes, Potter's absence had been fucking divine. The greatest tragedy of the war, in Draco's opinion, was that Potter wouldn't stay dead. Yeah, he'd saved them all, and yeah Draco was glad the dark lord was gone. But was it too much to ask that he just stay dead like a normal person? Fucking wanker.
And that bushy haired know it all. He could actually enjoy a class without her ridiculous arm waving about constantly, and her annoying voice vomiting out the contents of a textbook every other second.
A flashback of her tortured scream echoed through his mind and he dropped his chair to the ground, clearing his throat and blinking his eyes. He was getting sidetracked. This essay was nearly finished, he just needed to find that section on flowering plants again. He flipped a page, scanning the columns quickly. He didn't hear her approach.
A plaid skirt was suddenly in his direct view. She straddled his lap as Draco dropped his book to the table and lifted his arms out in surprise. "Granger? What the f--" but his words were cut off as she grabbed his face desperately and devoured his mouth.
He was in shock. That was why he wasn't shoving her off of him in horror. He's sure that's why. Instead he kissed her back, or at least he relaxed his lips and let her stick her tongue in his mouth. If you could call that kissing. She whimpered and started rocking her hips into his and that he needed to put a stop to. If this was some sort of prank and the gryffindors were all watching him for a reaction, he would not give them the pleasure of seeing his dick get hard for her.
He grabbed her hips with both hands and pushed her back on his knees. She finally detached her mouth from his and pouted. He could now see something wasn't right. Prank or not, Granger didn't seem to be acting of her own free will. Because he had never seen her make this face before.
Pouting, biting her lip, staring at his mouth in lust and need. She threaded her fingers in his hair and lunged for his mouth again but he stopped her this time, grabbing her shoulders and pushing back harder. "Whoa, what the fuck? What's wrong with you?" He tried asking her.
Without his hands holding her hips back, she shifted them forward again, he dropped her shoulders to stop her and she took advantage of the change to pull his face to hers.
"Out!" Pince had made her way back around and was appalled at the violation of her sacred space. "Get out, both of you." She hissed in anger and disgust.
Draco was sure this would get Granger to snap out of it, to jump up and run away in shame at being caught by a teacher. But it did very little to deter her. She had jumped a bit when Pince first spotted them and let go of his mouth. But she didn't let go of him. She looked him with longing, running her hands down his chest and sitting back. He had to physically lift her off of his lap and stand.
"Neither of you are to set foot in this library again without a professor accompanying you. This behavior is deplorable. I am appalled." Pince continued her rant.
Draco had to push Granger aside so he could gather his things from the table behind her. He was pissed now, whatever game she was part of got him kicked out of the library. His only place of peace in this damned school. The only place other students didn't throw dung bombs and other shit at him.
"I'm sorry, let me help." She spoke finally, grabbing his forearm and trying to stack his books. She leaned into his arm, pressing her chest to him. He looked at her sharply. What the bloody hell had gotten into her? She stared up at him with wide eyes and her lips parted, leaning up toward him. Pince was still there scoffing and tapping her foot.
Draco had to place his palm on Grangers stomach and push her backward. She clung to his arm as she stumbled back. He looked around, expecting to see whoever else was in on this prank laughing at him. But there didn't seem to be anyone else around.
He shouldered his bag and checked his watch. Nearly time for bed anyway. It was late. He hadn't noticed that the sun had disappeared as he'd hidden deep in the back of the library for some peace and quiet. Granger grabbed his hand as he attempted to walk around her.
"Move along." Pince sniffed, ushering them toward the door.
Draco cringed and yanked his arm from Granger's grasp. He grumbled. Annoyed that she would continue the ruse. But, as he walked to the hall, he thought about the fact that Granger had gotten herself kicked out of the library too. And she would never have risked that for a prank.
Pince slammed the door behind them, they passed no other students on their way out. They were the last ones out it seemed. Granger had no bag or books with her. He observed her with a furrowed brow. Concern now accompanying his annoyance.
She leaned into him again, pressing her body fully against his and grabbing his neck. She was on her toes, mouth searching for him. But his height allowed him to stay out of her reach. He looked around again, some fucking arsehole was behind this and he would not be caught looking like a bloody fool because of it.
"Draco," she whimpered as he stepped away from her.
He stopped at that. He had never heard his name in her voice before. She clutched his shirt desperately in both hands, leaning into him. "Please don't go, don't leave me. I need you." She breathed out in longing, clinging to him.
His widened in alarm. "Ok, no. We're done with this." He shoved her back forcefully and took off down the corridor, intending to leave her behind and go to the dungeons. Whatever this was he would not be made a fool of. Let her deal with this alone.
He ran his hands angrily through his hair, attempting to smooth what she had mussed. She ran around in front of him and tried to stop him again. He dodged her.
"Wait, Draco, please!" She begged. "I'll do whatever you want me to. Anything. Please don't leave me. I need you." She begged. Her arms out in front of her, reaching for him.
Was this imperius? Or was she this good of an actress? Either way, he decided to turn the tables around. See how far she would actually take this. If the Gryffindors were out there somewhere, hoping to catch him in an embarrassing situation, then he would turn it back around on them and take back the control. See how amusing they found it then.
"Anything, Granger?" He said, deepening his voice and stepping toward her.
She nodded emphatically. "Yes, anything." She breathed.
He looked around again. They were in the middle of the corridor just outside of the library. He grinned, wondering how far he could push her, them, whoever was doing this. "On your knees then." He quirked an eyebrow, taunting her.
He did not expect her to obey. And so enthusiastically too. She immediately dropped to her knees, tossing her hair behind her shoulders.
Fuck, he did not expect the sight of Hermione Granger on her knees before him to be so enticing. She was the perfect height. His lip curled into a sneer as he stepped slowly up to her. He waited for whoever was behind this to rush out and stop him. Or at least stun him. Maybe they thought he was bluffing.
She looked up at him with eager eyes as he stepped within inches of her. She grabbed hold of his waistband and he threaded his fingers through her hair behind her ear, gripping her head.
"Go on then." He nodded at her, still waiting for the guilty party to rescue her. She quickly undid his belt and then the top button. His cock twitched of its own accord. She had his pants open and she palmed him over his shorts slowly and looked up at him, biting her lip and smiling.
He really fucking liked the sight of this. If he wasn't certain he'd get into major trouble for it, he would probably have let her continue. Instead he groaned in annoyance and stepped back quickly, doing his pants back up.
She stumbled forward, losing her balance without him and cried out. "Wait! No! Please, I want to, Draco." She crawled toward him.
He rolled his eyes, "get up Granger." He hoped his stern tone would help his cock calm down but watching her obey him when he ordered her around was stirring up some deep dark fantasies that he'd never admit he'd had before.
She scrambled to her feet and rushed to his side, clinging to his arm once again. He should drop her off at the hospital wing. Tell Pomfrey something was wrong with Granger and let her and whoever else was behind this get in trouble. He started walking in that direction, dragging her with him.
"I really do love you, Draco." She clung to his side, content to walk with him anywhere he went. "I loved you the first time I saw you. On the train, first year. You were so handsome. I love your hair." She breathed out, reaching up to touch it.
He slapped her hand away. "Stop it." He scolded her. He picked up his pace.
"I'll take anything you give me, Draco. Please. I just want to be near you. I'll do anything." She begged again.
Again, he waited for the person behind the prank to stop him before he turned her into the hospital and they got caught. Nobody came forward. He pushed open the heavy wooden doors to the hospital wing and Madam Pomfrey rushed over to see what brought students to her so late in the evening. "What's happened?" She asked, suspiciously looking between the unlikely pair.
"No clue. She seems to be out of her right mind. Throwing herself at me. She won't leave me alone." He spat out as he tried to extricate himself from her grasp.
"No! Please! I'm in my own mind, I swear. I just want you to love me." She started to cry when he shoved her away from him.
Pomfrey looked alarmed now. She summoned a vial from her cabinets and helped the now sobbing girl to a bed. Draco stood uneasily by the door, waiting to see what would happen.
Pomfrey held the vial up to Granger's mouth, "drink this dear. It will make it all better." She said softly.
"Please, just like me." Granger sobbed to the old woman, she wiped her nose with her sleeve and took the vial, drinking its contents in one swallow.
Draco watched her carefully. She handed the vial back to the mediwitch and then looked at him longingly. After a couple of seconds she blinked, then blinked again. Her face relaxing and then frowning. Then she looked at him with disgust.
"Ah, there she is." He sneered and rolled his eyes, pretending to be bored with the situation. But he really did want to get to the bottom of it.
"What the hell..." she looked to Madam Pomfrey and then back to Draco, waiting for answers.
"That was a mild love potion antidote that seems to have alleviated your symptoms. Mr. Malfoy brought you here. Do you remember ingesting anything that could have contained a love potion?"
She blinked and stared at him, her nostrils flared and lip curled. Thinking back through the past hour. She shook her head. "I don't know."
Draco raised his arms up in innocence. "I was minding my own business when you assaulted me and got us kicked out of the library."
Her eyes widened in horror as she recalled Pince banning them from the library. "Oh god! No!" She looked around herself "my things!"
Madam Pomfrey frowned. "I'll accompany you to the library to collect your things and explain the situation to Madam Pince. We should also inform the headmistress. Messing about with love potions is a serious offense that won't be tolerated." Pomfrey waved her wand, casting wards to alert her should any other student come to the hospital in her absence, then she helped Granger off the bed and motioned for them both to leave the room ahead of her.
"Can you tell her I had nothing to do with it either?" Draco drawled, attempting to seem unaffected. "She banned me too and I still have NEWTS to study for." He shifted his bag over his shoulder and walked along. Granger kept as far from him as possible.
"Are you sure you had nothing to do with it." She eyed him suspiciously. She balled her hands into fists at her sides. He could see her remembering their recent interactions as the rage built up inside her.
He scoffed "please, I was violated." He sneered.
She whirled in anger "I was violated." She snapped. Madam Pomfrey gasped, looking between them.
"I was trying to get whoever was behind it to come to your rescue." He rolled his eyes. "I stopped you before it went too far. Whoever dosed you apparently doesn't care."
Granger huffed in anger and crossed her arms as they reached the library. Pomfrey seemed satisfied enough by the response that he didn't get in more trouble.
Pince answered the door with a huff but then accepted Pomfrey's explanation and called the headmistress. They were all interrogated, Pince gave the names of the students she noticed in the library at the end of the evening. But nothing was resolved. They were sent to bed soon after and Granger left with her things and without another word to him.
Fine by him, he didn't care. Whatever prank someone had tried to pull didn't seem to have panned out the way they wanted. He was allowed back in the library and didn't get in trouble for dosing Granger. Maybe this will teach her to pay more attention to her surroundings and the things she eats. Idiot. Allowing herself to be dosed with a love potion. Like she didn't just defeat the dark lord. Practically on her own. It's not like the pot and weasel did much to help. Potter couldn't even properly die when he was killed.
He smirked to himself as he entered his common room. He loved making fun of those idiots. Even without an audience. The common room was mostly empty.
"Where have you been? And with a look of such satisfaction?" Blaise smirked up at him from the sofa, Daphne was curled into his side and Theo turned from the seat across from them, a chess board in play on the table between them.
Draco sniffed in annoyance. He continued to the dorms, flipping a middle finger toward his dorm mates behind him.
Pansy stepped down the stairs, blocking his way for a moment. "Hi Draco." She tried. But he barely looked at her, pushing past and heading up the steps.
She had been a bit too obsessed with him being a death eater last year. It had turned him off quickly. It ended up not being very glamorous or impressive. He was basically a servant to a madman who threatened to murder his mother if Draco displeased him in anyway. And the fact that Pansy was turned on by his dark mark disgusted him. He'd dumped her before Snape had even killed Dumbledore. And she still kept trying to get his attention.
He entered his dorm and dropped his things on the desk next to his bed. The same space that had been his for the past seven years. This place was more familiar to him than his own home at this point.
He dressed for bed, throwing a silencing charm over at Greg's four poster, the curtains were drawn but his obnoxious snoring echoed throughout the room. They didn't talk anymore. Watching Vince die had destroyed their friendship. If you could even call it that. But Greg didn't follow Draco around anymore. Which was just fine by him, he'd never asked them to follow him around and be his lackeys. They just had. He'd merely taken advantage of their pathetic natures.
He climbed into his own bed and drew the curtains, adding a silencing charm to his space and settling in. He scratched absently at the mark on his arm. It once stuck out in sharp contrast to his skin, clear black lines, writhing as if alive. Since the death of its maker, it had faded to a dull blurred gray and periodically itched, like a healing wound.
He kept it covered around others, but not because he was ashamed of it. He refused to feel shame about his side in the war. It wasn't as if he'd had any real choice in the matter. And he didn't feel shame about doing what he needed to survive and to keep his mother alive. None of the people who threw shit at him in the halls and called him names would ever know what he went through. What it was like to live with that monster, to have that responsibility weigh on him. They all got to pretend they were better than him, never experiencing true life threatening terror. They were all playing pretend war at school, pulling pranks and hiding from teachers.
Potter, Weasley and Granger were at least out there. They experienced the war. They felt the terror. Granger survived torture from a true death eater right in front of him. The Carrows were angels compared to aunt Bella.
He remembered the terror on Granger's face as Greyback dragged her into the manor by her hair. He'd been frightened for her. He was certain he'd watch her die that day. He'd hoped for her sake that it would be quick, and that he wouldn't have to watch nagini swallow her body. Potter was the one who'd gotten her into that life. She should have run, like the other muggleborns. Bloody gryffindors.
He'd been relieved when the trio got away. He couldn't admit it to himself until the dark lord was finally gone, but he'd held a minuscule sort of hope in Potter, that he'd rid them of the disturbing future that the dark lord had planned. Draco wasn't raised to be a slave. And the way his father had talked about being a death eater had made it seem a lot more prestigious than it really had been. He had no respect left for his father. Hadn't shed a tear when he'd been sentenced to life in Azkaban.
He'd grown up thinking his family was practically royalty. That their beliefs were true, that he was superior to everyone else. The disillusionment that came in the past two years left a bitter taste in his mouth. He was embarrassed by his family, to have been manipulated by a crazed lunatic. He was angry with his father for putting them in such a position. He was repulsed by his mother's eagerness to turn over teenagers to the dark lord. But he still blamed that on his father. To have put them in such a position of desperation that she had to give up all sense of propriety and grace just so she wouldn't have to fear for the life of her child anymore.
And then to watch his father be ordered around in his own home by aunt Bella who was even more crazed than the dark lord. Pathetic wasn't a strong enough word for what the Malfoy's had become.
Draco had only escaped Azkaban by the skin of his teeth. Potter shared his own memories of Draco crying in front of Dumbledore that night and had convinced the wizengamot that he'd been under duress. That and the fact that no killing curse had been cast from his wand.
He really had only gone after Potter in the room of requirement that final day to get his wand back. Crabbe was the murder crazed psycho, shooting killing curses at them. And then weasel had run at them shouting about his girlfriend.
Draco snorted a laugh to himself, that she would want to be girlfriend to that ginger troll. He wondered if she got on her knees that eagerly for him, if she was really that seductive when she wasn't on a love potion. She'd bitten her lip and rolled her eyes like a whore, unbuckled his belt with ease. She'd rolled her hips over his in that chair like she knew what she was doing. She'd pressed her tits against him like she was desperate for him to touch them. He wondered if she had to change her knickers tonight back in her room. If she'd gotten herself wet at the thought of sucking off Draco Malfoy in the middle of a corridor, out in the open, for anyone to have seen.
His eyes shot open and he yanked his hand out of his pants. He'd been drifting off, touching himself to the thought of Granger high on a love potion. He shot cold water at his face in disgust, drenching himself and his sheets. It was enough to bring him back to reality and get rid of his hard on. He breathed deeply, shaking the water out of his eyes and the thoughts out of his head. He dried off with his wand and suddenly remembered he'd never finished that essay.
Grateful to have something else to think about, he pulled out his book and essay and went back to work, falling asleep quickly to boring herbology facts running through his brain.