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Chapter 13
Blaise sat at the Slytherin table the following day, absentmindedly taking a bite of his toast as he eyed the curly haired Gryffindor across the hall. Draco had been extremely secretive as of late, and though Blaise previously assumed it was just a part of his recruition into the Dark Side, he was starting to have his doubts after Draco had rolled in last night.
Blaise had noticed the way Hermione Granger's eyes often lingered on a certain platinum haired Slytherin sitting across him. He had also noticed the way she had rushed out of the hall after Draco when he had shown up sporting a few cuts and bruises from their brawl the other night. Something was definitely going on between the forbidden pair, and Blaise was determined to find out exactly what that something was.
Blaise had never been one to advocate for blood purity; he honestly thought it was a load of crap. Blood purity certainly did not determine magical ability or intelligence, and Blaise knew many of the muggleborns at Hogwarts were excelling. Sure, he was in Slytherin but not because of his purist beliefs. He was a Slytherin because of his ambitiousness, resourcefulness and cunning. Although he did have a lack of blood supremacy beliefs, Blaise didn't make it a point to advocate for the muggleborns. He quite honestly didn't give a damn what happened to them; he was worried about his own success and survival in this world.
Very few Slytherins shared this neutral mindset which Blaise held, and his housemate Draco Malfoy was no exception. He was an advocate for blood purity, so why the fuck would he be secretly sneaking off to meet up with Gryffindor's golden girl? Blaise had to be sure.
"Granger's looking rather fit lately," Blaise said, glancing at Draco for a reaction.
Many of the Slytherin's around them scoffed before turning to glance over at Granger from across the hall.
"She would definitely be a looker if she wasn't a Mudblood." supplied Theodore Nott, who was smirking suggestively at Hermione across the hall. "I'm not picky with my women though. Mudblood, half-blood, pureblood; they're all the same when it comes to a good fuck. As long as she spreads those legs-" he continued, though was cut off.
"Shut the fuck up, Nott." Draco hissed, elbowing the boy next to him and shooting him a dirty look.
Blaise raised a brow questioningly at Draco, a small smirk playing on his own lips now. Defensive.
"Come on, Draco. You have to admit she's definitely filled out her figure. Those muggle clothes she walks around in don't leave much to the imagination." Blaise pushed, referring to the fitted jeans and shirts she often wore, unlike the long robes many Slytherin girls wore on their days off. "And she's got a pretty face. Much prettier than a whole lot of the girls in Slytherin." he gestured towards Pansy and Millicent down the table, earning a snicker from Theo.
Draco was now glaring at Blaise, his silver eyes flashing. "What's your point?" he gritted out, the cut on his lip now curled up into a snarl.
"That Granger's fucking fine." Theo answered for Blaise, a grin spread across his face.
Draco's knuckles turned white around his glass of juice. "You've got absolutely no standards, Nott." he scowled at the boy next to him. Theo shrugged, spooning some eggs into his plate.
There was definitely something going on between Draco and Hermione Granger. His reaction was much too defensive given the situation. Theo was known to pursue any witch he fancied -regardless of blood. This had never been an issue to Draco before, but now that a certain Gryffindor was brought into the equation Draco was against the idea.
"Anyways," Blaise continued, rolling his eyes at the two boys. "I was thinking of asking her out. Granger." he smirked at Draco, who's gaze immediately shot up to him. "She's got more brains than any other witch in our year, she's easy on the eyes and she's Potter's best mate. I still have to get him back for stunning me that day we got into it in the hall." Blaise scowled at the memory.
Theo let out a low whistle. "Good luck with that one, mate. She's got her nose buried in those books all the damn time. I'd be surprised if she's ever even been kissed."
Draco's jaw twitched as he glanced over his shoulder to the witch in question. Blaise watched as their eyes locked before her cheeks flushed red and she turned back to the Weasley girl beside her.
Turning back to him, Draco shot Blaise a warning look to which Blaise simply shrugged innocently. "I'll let you boys know how it goes," he said dismissively as he noticed Granger get up to head out of the hall.
With a final smirk at the fuming Slytherin across him, he finished off his juice and swiftly exited the hall after the witch. If Draco was really seeing her, Blaise knew he would not allow his friend to pursue Granger. Draco was protective of the things that belonged to him, and that was something Blaise knew for a fact. It was only a matter of time before Draco cracked and exposed their secret relationship -if that was what this was.
Blaise followed the Gryffindor all the way to the library, watching as she took a seat at a table in a far off secluded corner. He glanced around, ensuring no one else was around before he headed over, taking a seat across her.
"Hermione Granger." he greeted, offering her a smooth smile.
She glanced up from the parchment she had been skimming over, raising a brow at him in surprise. "Can I help you?" she asked, tone suspicious.
Blaise shrugged, reaching across the table to skim over her parchment. "I figured it was about time we formally met. I'm Blaise Zabini." he said without looking up at her from the parchment.
"I know who you are, Zabini." she scowled, reaching out to take her parchment back. "And whatever it is you're trying to do, I'm not interested in entertaining it."
"Ouch." he pulled the parchment further out of her reach. "We've hardly spoken ten words to each other and you're already hitting me with the attitude. And they say Slytherin's are the mean ones."
He watched as her cheeks coloured and a flicker of shame flashed across her face. "I'm… sorry." she apologized, tucking a curl behind her ear. "I just had a rough night and I guess I'm lashing out."
"Rough night, huh?" he pressed. "Late night studying?" he supplied casually, gesturing to the textbooks scattered around her.
Her hand unconsciously rose to her neck and Blaise raised a brow at the action. "Something like that." she muttered.
"So, are you seeing anyone, Granger?" Blaise asked, not one to beat around the bush too much. "I heard you and Weasley broke it off before you could even really begin." he smirked at her shocked expression.
"W-what?" she stammered, clearly surprised at the intrusive question. "How is that any of your business? I-"
"Relax, Granger." he raised a hand to stop her. "I wasn't asking to be nosey. I was asking because I wanted to know whether or not you were open to seeing someone."
She gaped at him, clearly not expecting that response. "And who might this someone be?" she asked.
"Me." he said, shooting her a small smile.
He watched as her caramel eyes skimmed over his face. "I… I'm not interested in seeing anyone right now, Zabini."
"Call me Blaise." he cut her off before she could continue. "And I'll call you Hermione."
He hadn't really expected her to go for him, nor did he care. As long as Draco thought he was interested in Hermione, that was all that mattered.
She eyed him, suspicion evident on her face once more. "Alright…" she trailed off.
Just then, Blaise noticed a glimmer of silver hair up ahead through the gap of one of the bookshelves. Fuck.
Draco was quickly approaching them and Blaise rose from his seat, walking around the table until he was next to Hermione. He placed the parchment he had taken from Hermione back in front of her before leaning forward on his palms next to her until his chest was at level with her shoulders.
"Veritaserum needs to mature for full lunar phase." he corrected, feeling her stiffen next to him at their suddenly close proximity. He pointed to a line on her parchment. "You wrote that it needs to mature for three quarters of a lunar phase."
Her brows furrowed as her eyes skimmed over the parchment, searching for the error. "Oh… thank you, Blaise." she said gratefully, glancing next to her at him and offering him a small smile.
He smiled back just as he heard footsteps cease behind them.
"Interrupting something?" Draco asked icily, and Hermione whipped around in her seat at the sound of his voice.
Blaise watched as her mouth fell open, her eyes looking over him in surprise. "Not really." Blaise smirked. "Just helping Hermione out with her Potions notes. Exams are right around the corner."
Draco's hand twitched at his side as her name came out of Blaise's lips. "What the fuck are you playing at, Blaise?" he asked through gritted teeth, his silver eyes never once glancing over at Hermione.
Blaise rose to his full height, looking at Draco with a confused expression. "I don't know what you're talking about, mate."
The two boys stared at each other for a few seconds, Draco's icy eyes boring into Blaise's dark brown ones. Hermione sat glancing between the two boys with bated breath, unsure of what to say.
"You know." Draco finally said, eyes narrowing at his housemate.
Blaise felt pleased at Draco's confession. So he had been right all along. Gryffindor's girl next door really was secretly seeing the bad boy of Slytherin house. It was like a romance novel unfolding before him.
"I wasn't certain until now." Blaise shrugged.
"What do you know?" Hermione quickly cut in, a look of panic on her face. "Draco, what does he know?" she asked when neither boy answered.
Draco finally turned his gaze to her at the mention of his name. The pair seemed to exchange silent words for a few seconds before Hermione turned to Blaise, a look of horror on her face.
"You know." she repeated, seemingly to herself. "Oh gods," she shook her head before she began frantically packing her things.
Draco shot Blaise a dirty look before nodding towards the exit. Blaise understood the gesture, sighing and heading towards the exit. Draco would explain everything later.
"You told him? How could you?" Hermione hissed, walking over to him and stopping in front of him. Tears were welling up in her eyes at the anxiety of someone else knowing about their forbidden romance.
"I didn't tell him." Draco muttered, watching Blaise walk off. "Fucking prick. Can't keep his nose out of my business."
"Stop it!" she reached out, shoving his chest. "He's going to tell everyone! I'm not ready for that yet,"
"Relax." he scowled down at her, reaching forward to gently capture her wrist in his hand. "Blaise isn't a talker. He knows how to keep his mouth shut."
"How can you be sure?" she asked, feeling slightly better at his reassuring words.
"I know him. Don't worry, I'll deal with it.." he dismissed her concerns, looking around distractedly before he pulled her in between two nearby bookshelves.
"Regretting what happened yet?" he asked as he pressed her into the shelf, his hand rising to trace his fingertips over her throat.
She flinched as he touched the tender skin. "No…" she murmured.
She wasn't lying. Although her first time hadn't turned out how she had always expected, she didn't regret it. Not yet, at least.
"Good." he muttered, leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss. "Take off the charms." he said against her mouth.
"What?" she asked half-heartedly, her eyes falling shut as she returned the surprisingly gentle kiss.
He pulled back, tapping the side of her neck with a single finger. "The charms."
Understanding dawned on her and she swallowed nervously, reaching down to draw her wand. She had applied quite a few concealment charms this morning to cover the love bites scattered across her neck. The pale skin was now covered in several small, purple shaped bruises and even a light set of teeth marks where he had bitten down particularly hard. She flicked her wand, watching his face as the charms faded.
His silver eyes skimmed over the colourful marks as if he were viewing a piece of art. She felt a rush of excitement in her lower stomach at the hungry expression on his face. "Beautiful." he muttered, the pad of his thumb brushing over the bite mark. "Does it hurt?"
"No." she semi-lied, biting her lip. The junction between her legs still had a dull ache to it, though it was much easier to bear after a good night's rest. The skin along her neck on the other hand felt raw and tender after his brutal attacks to the skin with his mouth the night before. She didn't particularly mind the slight pain of it -she found that she kind of liked it. The marks he had left on her represented him perfectly; both cruel and beautiful at the same time. Pain and pleasure mixed together.
He hummed against the skin of her neck as he began peppering feather light kisses along it. "H-have you heard… from your father?" she stammered out nervously, placing her hands on his shoulder to both keep herself up and him from turning away.
He stiffened against her, slowly pulling his head back to stare down at her with a hard expression. "I told you not to speak about him." he said warningly.
She swallowed, determined to hold her ground. "That was before." she pressed, sliding her hands up from his shoulder to cup his face tenderly. "Draco…" she began, his name rolling off her tongue. She felt him relax in her hands at her use of it. "Don't do this again. Don't push me away. I want to be here for you. You can talk to me. Nothing you say or do will push me away, especially not after last night. I gave you all of me… all I'm asking is for some transparency in return."
She frowned slightly as she noticed an expression wash over his face that looked a lot like guilt. It was quickly replaced by his usual cool mask and he gave her the slightest nod against her hands.
"I haven't heard from him." he said, and she felt the muscle in his jaw twitch against the palm of her hand.
She waited for him to continue, sighing when he didn't. "Okay." she accepted his response, knowing that having this conversation in the back of the library wasn't the best idea.
"You looked awfully cozy next to Blaise." Draco changed to topic, brow raised at her and she felt a smile tug at her lips at his jealous tone.
"And?" she teased. "What's it to you, Malfoy?"
"Back to Malfoy, is it?" he asked, hand sliding down her body until he reached the hem of her skirt. He slipped a hand under it, squeezing the flesh of her arse. She gasped in surprise, fisting his shirt collar in her own hands. "That's not what you were calling me last night." he smirked smugly as she blushed.
Wanting nothing more than to smack that smug smirk off his face, Hermione bit her lip, looking up at him as her hands slid down his front until her fingers brushed along his belt buckle. "Speaking of last night…" she trailed off, her hands shaking slightly as she began to unbuckle his belt. He watched her, his previously smug expression now replaced with a shocked one.
She nervously unzipped his trousers, pulling them down slightly to give her better access to his boxers. Her fingers traced him through the thin fabric and Hermione felt pride rise within her as she felt him harden under her touch.
"Have you ever done it in the library?" she asked, feeling a bit insecure as she did.
She had caught Malfoy fooling around with Pansy in the library enough times to know that they had snogged and perhaps done a bit more, however she hoped they hadn't actually had sex in between the sacred shelves.
"Have I ever fucked someone in the library?" he clarified as she stroked him through his boxers. "No. That would be… very frowned upon. Wouldn't want to taint your little temple, would I?" he asked, smirking slightly.
She scowled at his attempt to tease her, reaching out to pull him out of his boxers. She stared at his hardened length for a few seconds, half of her brain telling her to stop right there before they got caught and the other half telling her to do the unexpected. She swallowed, glancing around once before she pumped his cock in her small fist.
"I want to do it." she said timidly, eyes locking on his own. She noticed as his grey eyes darkened in lust at her words.
"What do you want, Granger?" he asked, palming her arse under her skirt as she stroked him. "Tell me."
"I want us to do it… you know… have sex. Here." she blushed furiously at her own words.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, tightening his hold on her and using it to lift her up against the shelves, her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.
"Yes." she gasped as she was lifted from the ground. He groaned at her words, and Hermione felt encouraged by that. "Please, Draco. Fuck me right here." she whispered out the words.
She didn't even have time to regret them as she heard him growl into her ear before he reached between her legs, pushing her panties aside to grant him access to her. His thumb swiped over her clit a few times before she felt the tip of his cock against her entrance.
"You filthy witch." he muttered, thrusting his hips forwards and pushing his cock into her.
She cried out at the feeling of her walls being stretched once more and he raised a hand, enclosing it over her mouth. "Shh. You don't want to get caught, do you?" he asked, and she felt her stomach flip in a mixture of nervousness and adrenaline at the idea.
He pulled back before thrusting into her once more, inching his cock into her until he was buried into the hilt. He let out a low, quiet groan remaining lodged deep within her for a few seconds before he pulled back and repeated the motion.
She continued to moan softly against the palm of his hand. It hurt much less than it had yesterday, and the sounds of Draco's low, guttural groans combined with his hard, steady thrusts were bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
"Do you like this, Granger?" he asked as he thrusted quickly into her, causing the shelf behind her to shake slightly at each thrust. "Knowing that anyone could walk by and catch us?"
The speed of his thrusts increased with each question and his hand fell from her mouth to reach between them and swipe at her clit. She bit her lip hard to hold back a whimper, her hands tangling in his silver strands and pulling at them.
"Hermione? Are you in here?" a voice called out not far ahead and Hermione's eyes widened in panic as she recognized Harry's voice.
"It's Harry!" she cried out quietly, pushing against Draco's chest slightly. "He's going to catch us!"
Draco did not pause in his actions, his thumb swiping quickly over her clit over and over as he thrusted furiously into her tight walls. "Almost there." he whispered, bending his neck to suck on her own.
His actions distracted her and Hermione momentarily tuned out of the approaching footsteps, her focus now on the pressure building up in her lower stomach as Draco slammed himself into her.
"Draco!" she cried out as he bit down on the junction between her neck and shoulder.
She felt herself become undone around him as waves of pleasure washed over her causing her to clench her walls tightly around him. He groaned at that, pulling his head back to watch her ride out her orgasm.
"I could've sworn she would be here…" Harry's voice drew nearer and Hermione was immediately pulled out of her post-orgasmic state at the sound.
"Not until I'm done." Draco ground out, leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss. She whimpered against his mouth as he thrusted quickly into her.
He bit down hard on her lip a few seconds later and let out a quiet groan into her mouth as he stiffened inside of her. Hermione felt his grip on her arse tighten painfully as he pressed himself flush against her.
They stood there, breathing heavily for a minute before Hermione gasped, shoving him backwards. In his dazed state he stumbled back slightly, causing her to untangle herself from him and fall back against the shelves without his body holding her up.
"Let's just wait at her usual table." she heard Harry say from what sounded like just a few feet away.
She pressed a finger to her lips, shooting him a warning look before she frantically reached down to fix her skirt and shirt. She nervously patted down her curls before bending to pick up her bag from the floor. Just as she stepped forward to walk past him, he raised a hand, wrapping it around her forearm and pulling her flush against him.
"My naughty little minx." he growled before capturing her lips in a harsh kiss. She gasped against his lips and felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her at what they had just done.
"Wait a few minutes before you leave." she whispered, pulling back. He rolled his eyes, causing her to smile and press another light kiss to his lips.
Without another word, she brushed past him, slipping out from between the shelves and heading over to her usual table. "Harry, Ginny!" she called, trying to keep her voice natural as she took a seat next to them.
"Hermione! Where were you?" Harry asked, pulling away from his conversation with Ginny.
"Why are you so flushed?" Ginny asked at the same time, brow raised.
Hermione glanced between them, trying not to show any emotions on her face. How the hell did Draco always do it so well? "It's hot in between those shelves." she waved a hand over her shoulder. "I was trying to reach a book for the last few minutes."
Harry chuckled and Ginny shrugged at her excuse.
"So, why were you guys looking for me?" she quickly changed the topic, her eyes flickering up as a certain Slytherin slipped out of the shelves and towards the library exit.
Draco sat in the Room of Requirement later that night, staring at the Vanishing Cabinet before him. Granger had not shown up to perform the spell for the night yet, leaving Draco to think.
He had yet to discuss everything that had been gong on with Blaise, and Draco wasn't quite sure how much he even wanted to share with the boy. He knew that Blaise wouldn't run around telling anyone about what he knew and Draco was grateful for that. It was one less thing to worry about. It also concerned him that Blaise's stupid attempt at baiting Draco had riled him up so terribly. Draco was not used to feeling jealous over a girl, but the very mention of Granger by his housemates had had Draco green with jealousy. He scowled at the thought. Granger was his... he had better things to worry about than being jealous.
At the rate they were going, the cabinet would be repaired in just a few weeks. The school year was almost over and Draco was going to complete his task soon enough. The new situation he and Granger found themselves in did complicate things quite a bit. Draco felt guilty every time Granger hit him with her noble speeches declaring her loyalty towards him.
He was still shocked over what had happened in just the last day. Granger had given herself to him completely, and although Draco was extremely pleased with the fact, it made it harder to complete his task. He knew he couldn't tell her what the fixture of the cabinet was actually for… helping Draco lure Death Eaters into the castle was definitely not a line Granger would cross. But he had no choice. He had to complete the task and he wasn't a good enough person to give up Granger while completing it.
Sex with Granger was… mindblowing. Something about the forbidden muggleborn he had grown up hating was exhilarating; it something he had never felt before. Draco found himself chasing her pleasure over his own when he was with her. He had held himself back from fucking her over and over last night just because he knew it was sometimes painful for a girl during her first time. Despite his rough, desperate ministrations on her he had wanted her to enjoy herself as much as he was and that was something Draco never thought he would care for.
The look on her face while she came undone around him was the most beautiful sight Draco had ever seen. The feel of her clenching around him was the most amazing feeling he had ever felt. Her inexperience was alluring, and Draco found himself growing hard at just the very thought of her against him. Her unconditional loyalty towards helping him… being there for him, it all drew him towards her even more.
"Please, Draco." he shuddered as he remembered her words. "Fuck me right here." the dirty words coming out of her pure mouth had nearly sent him spiralling.
She was everything he didn't know he needed. And now that he had been with Granger, he knew would never be able to settle for anything less. No one would ever compare to Hermione Granger. She was his, and although he would never admit it; he was hers.
A/N: Read and review please!
