Midnight Swimming Chapter 11 - D, a harry potter fanfic

Chapter 11

Draco

28th of September 1998

Yesterday was an experience I never thought I'd encounter, besides the dock.

Please talk more about the dock, Granger.

I never thought I'd end up back at the Malfoy Manor willingly.

Neither did I.

Or the thought of taking a meal at its beautiful gardens.

Or dancing in it, let alone just being inside the drawing room.

With Draco…

This is also a foreign concept to me, Granger, but I can't say no to a good time.

I still don't know what to make of him.

He had the chance to shut down the fun when his mother showed up, but he just simply asked if she wanted to join.

In my head I waited a little too long to ask if mother wanted to join, it might not have been ideal for her, but she hasn't had fun in a long time.

I think her shock matched my own. I thought he was going to make some excuse for why I was there and make me apparate us back to the castle.

Unfortunately, that was my first thought. I'm glad I didn't though.

He surprised me.

Even before he acknowledged his mother in the drawing room.

I think he's on his way to wanting redemption, or at least feeling he could have it.

My hope for him is that he hangs on to that. Hope can be a fickle thing.

Draco rereads the last sentence she wrote.

Hanging his head on the stones of his castle window seal as he sits up in his bed.

My hope for him is that he hangs on to that. Hope can be a fickle thing.

Hope can be a fickle thing.

But is it hope that I'm hanging on to?

The sound of banging on his door rips his attention away from the journal. He quickly dismounts his bed and goes to the trunk to place it in the hidden compartment while the banging continues.

"Oi! Would you hurry the hell up Draco!" Blaise's yells are muffed from behind the closed door.

Draco closes his trunk to open his door revealing Blaise's grimace as he's wiping his eye with one hand, shoving a letter at Draco with his other.

"What's this?" Draco asks, pulling his brows in.

"A fucking letter, you idiot." Blaise retorts, venom in his tone.

Draco gives his friend a dull look, taking it from him and reading that it's from The Ministry. "What's wrong with your eye?" taking note that Blaise is still rubbing his eye.

"Bloody owl got me good on my way back from the Owlery. Stupid thing flew right into me and then proceeded to attack me as if I was the one who assaulted it." Blaise yells as he leaves.

Draco laughs at the image of an owl pecking away at Blaise then closes his door again to read the letter in peace.

Dear Draco Lucius Malfoy,

I, Kingsley Shacklebolt : Minister of Magic, hereby formally accept your request to travel to Lough Neagh, Ireland.

Thank Merlin!

The Ministry is pleased to know that you've chosen to spend your newly appointed mandatory community service hours at Maighdean Hospital. We are also intrigued by your proposal to bring Miss Hermione Granger with you on your ventures to the Hospital. We are impressed with your reconciliation efforts thus far with Miss Granger. Her willingness to accompany you on your venture while you complete your hours is an honorable feat that you should not take lightly.

I'm well aware of the 'honorable feat' it is that she agreed to come with me. I'm doing this for Granger. Well kind of.

We look forward to seeing you grow as an individual as well as reconnecting with our Wizarding World.

You don't give a damn about my growth.

I have sent your Headmistress the portkey you are to use to take you to the location. The Hospital has a floo for you to use to get back to Hogwarts. Please note we are tracking the use of the Portkey, it has been charmed to only allow you access to the Hospital grounds on Wednesdays after your mandated grieving sessions.

The Ministry wants to stress the fact that you are still on restriction pending your trial, any effort to flee from the Hospital will result in immediate capture, to then be placed in Azkaban awaiting your trial.

Where the hell do you people think I'd go?

Thank you for your request,

Ministry of Magic

Minister of Magic

Kingsley Shacklebolt

30th of September 1998

Draco is posted outside The Gryffindor common room waiting for Granger. He does his best to ignore the glares of other students as they exit their grieving session. McGonagall let his group leave early since she was meeting Arkadious Petrov, the new Headmaster of Durmstrang. They were the chosen school to play Quidditch against Hogwarts at the beginning of next semester. It was also a good excuse to get a head start on their community service hours.

"Oi, Malfoy!" A male voice calls out.

He turns to see who's yelling at him, his eyes land on Dean Thomas as he walks up to Draco. "The stunt you pulled with Rowan-"

Draco's brows pull together, "Who?"

Thomas gives him the same questionable look. "Your Beater, or well your former Beater, now that he got kicked off the team this year."

Right. That bloke. Me sparing everyone from the rest of the stupid fucking song I made years ago earned him a spot on the audience bench. Permanently.

Draco quickly recalls McGonagall's stern voice as she yells at the injured boy how her Harassment statement she made earlier wasn't to be taken lightly. He recalled how he, still being in the hospital wing himself, was able to overhear the entire conversation. She thanked Draco as she still scolded the boy for miraculously saving the rest of the students from being forced to listen to such a disrespectful song. Told the boy that he should also thank Draco for saving himself too, because if he didn't Rowan would have been expelled from Hogwarts. However, since he was 'rightfully' unable to complete the ghastly thing, he was merely banned from playing Quidditch at Hogwarts. And Rowan was furious.

"Not just this year. Any year," Draco adds, looking at Thomas.

Thomas's eyes widen. "Any year? He can't play Quidditch at all anymore?"

Draco shakes his head. "No, he can't play on a Quidditch team while he remains at Hogwarts."

Thomas's shock not letting him continue, Draco tells him, "McGonagall's harassment thing is serious. She actually wanted to expel him for it."

Thomas tilts his head somehow finding more bafflement. "Wow. Right, well I wanted to say thanks for that, as a joke."

Draco tuts a laugh, shaking his head. "Well, I guess I should say this year we might not even need all our players to kick you Gryffindors off your high horse." Draco smirks, "as a joke."

Thomas gives him a playful smirk and lightly shoulder chucks Draco before passing him.

"We're going to be shite this year and I hate it!" Thomas yells to him over his shoulder as he walks away.

"You ready?" a familiar voice says.

Draco whips his head to see Granger smiling at him, then she glances in Dean's direction.

"Oh. Wait. Pansy wanted me to pass this along," Draco says, smirking at her.

Granger pulls her brows together for Draco to then pinch her on the arm.

"Ow!" Yelling at him while clutching her arm. "That's not fair! She can't have someone else tag me."

"Pansy never plays fair. Welcome to our life," Draco chuckles.

"Wait!" Theo yells at the pair from down the hall, the slapping of his footsteps echoing around them.

He reaches them shortly, bending down to level his over dramatic heavy breathing. Draco and Granger give him the same unamused look.

"I'm. Going. With. You." Theo says in between breaths.

Draco's face shifts to annoyance while Granger's becomes elated. Theo sees Draco's expression and slaps him hard on back as he catches the rest of his breath. Draco shakes his head and reveals the Portkey from the handkerchief. They all place two fingers on the reflective obsidian mermaid. The semi familiar pulling sensation around his navel occurs before they're all regaining their balance in a large grassed area in Lough Neagh, Ireland. Lough Neagh is a small wizarding village named after the Lough Neagh lake.

Theo and Granger take in the surroundings. The hospital stands tall and is stretched out wide, the entirety of the building composed of Moonstone. The light peaking through the clouds fragmenting off of the stone depicts slight shades of blue along with its over abundance of a shimmering white. The Lough Neagh Lake lays in front of the Hospital beckoning for souls to enter. The three of them stand in the grass field somewhat in between the lake and the hospital on the right side. There's an immaculate garden of flowers, food, and healing plants closer to the right side of the opaline hospital building.

"The lake looks so peaceful, I'm so drawn to it," Hermione states in a low, thoughtful voice.

"You do not want to go swimming in that lake," Draco warns with his wide eyes.

She narrows her brows in confusion.

"Why?" Theo asks for the both of them.

"That body of water is recorded to contain the most amount of merpeople than all of Scotland and Ireland combined."

"I still don't see how that's a problem, most merpeople are relatively docile." Granger states, still holding confusion in her face.

"Sorry, what I should have added was violent somewhere in my sentence," giving her a pointed look.

"Oh, so they're Selkies?" She asks, her pitch rising towards the end.

"I wouldn't be surprised if some have earned their way in there, but no, the breed that haunts that lake is called Murdúchann."

"I've only heard about Merrows, Sirens and Selkies." Theo chimes in.

"The Murdúchann's are a very ancient species that were once on the Ministry's Most Dangerous Magical Creatures list. They contain them all in that lake." Draco says knife-handing in the lake's direction.

"Then why do they have a hospital full of people just right there for anyone to find their way into it?!" Hermione bellows at Draco pointing to the building.

Draco laughs, "Do you see the glimmer around the start of the sand?" He asks.

Stepping closer to her, breathing in her delicious scent, nudging her body so it's facing the water, he points to the perimeter of the sand before the lake. He notices her own intake of breath and revels in the thought of his affect on her. The moment is ruined by Theo's large body pressing into Draco, also wanting to see the elusive glimmer. Draco pushes Theo off of him and steps back from both of them, Granger's eyes meeting Draco's as he steps back.

"There's a ward placed around it. The Ministry won't let anyone in there." Draco says, pulling on the front of his black button up, adjusting his shirt.

Granger, seemingly reassured, nods her head and looks back at the hospital. Draco shoves his hands in his pockets walking slowly so Granger will walk closely next to him. She takes direction well and does as he hoped, he can feel the heat from her body as they walk together, millimeters apart. Draco ever so slightly brushes up against her as they step onto the long stretch of gravel leading to the entrance. Theo, once again, ruins the mood and links his arm through Grangers. Draco could feel Granger's attention slip through his grasp.

I hate you, Theodore.

They all trek up the stairs to find Mr. Whimsbee, the hospital's Healing Coordinator, waiting for their arrival. He nods to Draco as Mr. Whimsbee opens the giant stone doors for the trio. Draco recalls the open space due to the high ceilings; he was in attendance at the opening of the expansion his parents donated to the Hospital back in the summer before his 4th year. He feels a twinge of nostalgia for simpler times. Before Voldemort rose to power, before his father was ripped from their family, when his family name didn't hold so much contempt in the Wizarding World. Draco knew that if his family wasn't still donating money to the Hospital that they would have turned him down when he requested to spend his community service here. Unfortunately, Draco learned at a young age that money can equal power and with the right amount of either you could do a lot of damage. Or good depending on your motives. Mr. Whimsbee begins to lead them down a long hallway.

"I'd like to introduce myself. I'm Mr. Whimsbee, the Healing Coordinator for this Hospital. Thank you, Mr. Malfoy, for choosing Maighdean Hospital to fill your community service requirement."

Mr. Whimsbee slows to a stop at break in the hallway revealing a spacious room with large windows overlooking the gardens below. A small number of what seems to be patients by the look of their gray robes and a few what Draco would assume are visitors by the lack of uniformal gray from the others.

"I'm Hermione Granger," she steps forward, shaking the man's hand as he nods in acknowledgment.

"And who is this?" Whimsbee asks aloud, peering at Theo.

"Theodore Nott, sir." He goes to shake the man's hand, but is met with unphased glaces at Theo's hand.

"Nott?" Mr. Whimsbee asks Theodore.

"Yes, sir," Theo responds, his smile slowly fades.

"I was only made aware of Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy." The man's voice and expression giving an uneasy nothingness.

Quick glances between Theo, Granger and Malfoy are exchanged as Theo retracts his hand.

Granger steps in before Draco could, "Theodore can help wherever you need him."

"Do you have any special skills or a background in healing?" Whimsbee asks curiously.

Theo gives Draco and Granger a weary glance before lowering his head.

"Theo is a dramatic at heart. Do you have any patients who need any cheering up? I'm sure he can do the trick. He's also very thoughtful," Granger quickly says to the man, but all her words are meant for Theo.

The man looks Theo over before speaking. "I do have a few patients in the Self Harm Wing who could benefit from some laughter."

Theo looks to the man then Granger in surprised hope, nodding his acceptance. The man nods once, "I'll take Mr. Nott to the wing then show you and Miss Granger where the Obliviation Wing is."

The man leads Theo down a long corridor then to the right, out of site. Scarce patients litter the room they're in, but Draco can only focus on the presence of her. He takes in a shallow breath and turns to look at Granger. She's observing the room and taking in all the patients within its current walls. Draco takes her in as she watches the small pair of children playing in the corner and then to an elderly couple adjacent to them. He thought that they could all be family but wasn't sure. The children were occasionally interacting with the elder couple pointing at items around the room to then return back to the game they were playing. Draco noticed their game of Wizards Hopscotch as they played. He chuckled as the older boy missed one of the moving squares and the box he was supposed to step in glowed revealing an S above him. Symbolizing the S in LOSER.

Hermione turns to him, "I've never played Wizards Hopscotch," eyeing Malfoy in…

Admiration?

Draco wants to continue the chances of receiving these looks of admiration and asks, "would you like to play Granger?" He asks while taking a step towards the children.

She playfully shakes her head no, stepping back, "I don't even know them, Malfoy."

Draco looks at her, admiring this acute sense of embarrassment that's a rare occasion for him to witness on her.

He holds out his hands, slowly walking backwards towards the children, "We can always introduce ourselves, Hermione."

She takes in a small inhale before giving in and taking his hand. "Okay, Draco let's introduce ourselves."

Draco introduces Hermione and himself to the children and the near-by elderly couple. They find out that the four are in fact a family, the oldest boy, Emerson who's 8 and the younger boy Onyx who's 6. Their grandparents Olivia and Warren are their sole guardians. They were told boys lost their parents in the war. Hermione informed them how the war has also made her an orphan. Olivia and Warren warmed both Hermione's and Draco's hearts when they graciously said they'd "take her in", that they "had a soft spot" for lost souls.

Draco told the boys that Hermione has never played Wizards Hopscotch before, and the boys rightfully made sure she played with them. He watched the three of them play, enjoying the sight of Granger losing 2 times before she got the hang of the mobile squares, the young boys playfully teasing her with each loss. While sitting next to the older couple, Draco was informed that all four of them were patients there at the hospital. He observed that Olivia struggled with new information, so Draco and Warren had to repeat his name and Hermione's to her. Warren struggled with missing pieces of his memory, there were several bits of their life during the war that he couldn't recall. Draco also noticed that some of his gross motor movements were difficult for Warren.

"Ah, so you've met the Newhavens!" Mr. Whimsbee says to Draco and Granger.

They both look to him to see that his once expressionless face now holds joy.

"Your friend Theo is indeed quite theatrical," he scrunches his face playfully. "I'm not too fond of his jokes, however the two patients sharing a room found him to be hilarious. Humor is rather subjective," Mr. Whimsbee says, shaking his head in semi disapproval.

Granger and Draco glance at one another to share a knowing smirk.

The man extends his arm out gesturing down the hall, "I can take you to the wing now if you'd like?"

Draco looks at Hermione, gauging her expression as she walks closer to him, "Can we stay with them?" Her voice was soft so only Draco and the older couple could hear.

Olivia, Warren and Hermione share hopeful glances before turning to Draco. He recalls that Hermione doesn't know that they suffer from memory loss. More than likely they are patients who've drifted from their Obliviation Wing.

"Mr. Whimsbee would it be alright if we were to remain with them for today?" Draco asks the Healing Coordinator.

Mr. Whimsbee hesitates for a split second, but nods his head in approval with a tight smile.

The smile on Granger's face is almost worth having his ego knocked down a peg for having to give in to the Ministry and apply for a travel request. But the kiss on his cheek that she gives him is worth it a million times over.

The younger boys say their "Ooooh" for Onyx to ask Hermione if she's willing to spare one more pointing to his cheek.

This cheeky bastard.

Hermione smirks, shaking her head, "They're to be earned."

Draco gives the youngest an arrogant smirk while she interacts with Olivia and Warren. Onyx makes sure his grandparents aren't looking so he can flip Draco the bird. Draco's mouth drops.

This fucker.

Onyx gives him the same arrogant smirk Draco gave him.

"Oi!" Draco laughs walking over to the boys, "Best believe you've now just lost your winning streak."

Both the boys chuckle while looking at one another. Draco and Hermione take turns playing with the boys as the other sits with Olivia and Warren. They do this turn-taking bit a few times before Draco jumps in to play a new game, interrupting Hermione giving Onyx a kiss on the cheek since he won that round. Onyx glares daggers at him.

I didn't think I'd have to compete for Granger's affection. Let alone with a 6 year old.

Now fully motivated by the new prize of the game, Draco makes sure he's the winner of the next round. He rightfully taps his cheek awaiting Granger's soft lips. She rolls her eyes at him, shaking her head and scrunching her face playfully, but gives in. Draco moves his head at the last second for Hermione's lips to kiss his. Hermione's surprised playful laugh now etched into his brain. Everyone, but Onyx laughs, he crosses his arms in protest and stares daggers at Draco again. Draco gives him another arrogant smile.

She's mine.

They continue the game a few more rounds, keeping Granger's lips on cheeks. Even Olivia joins in once. They all make sure she won the round she played, and she taps her cheek having Emerson kiss hers. She gave them all a cheeky smirk after sitting back down with her husband. Draco wished that Warren could join, but his cane indicated he would not be joining the game. The following round Emerson won, pulling the same stunt Draco did and moves his head at the last second for Granger to also kiss him.

Draco and Onyx glare at Emerson and cross their arms in protest in a synced movement. The older couple laugh hysterically behind them. Another healer that Draco doesn't know comes up to the group to escort the family back to the Obliviation Wing for their supper. They all say their goodbyes and both the boys try to con another kiss from Granger, which she playfully rejects.

Good.

They wave to them as the four leave the room.

"Is it time for supper already?" She's surprised by how the time has flown by.

Draco takes out his pocket watch, "It's 6:15" he says in surprise.

We've been here for 3 hours.

"Those boys," Granger says, shaking her head.

"I didn't think I'd have to compete with others for your affection, let alone children, Granger." Draco laughs

"Oh, you don't think I could have other suitors?" Hermione baits, tilting her head.

Draco's eyes narrow and steps centimeters from her, "You better not, Granger. I'm rather selfish, and I have zero intention on sharing you."

His eyes fall to her inviting lips, watching them take in air, praying she'd make the first move.

She rubs her nose against his in a playful manner, saying "Got it," before stepping back, out of his reach.

"I'll chase you. I've done it before." He steps to her as she steps away from him.

"Will it end the same?" Hermione's eyes glimmer with a yearning anticipation.

Draco's eyes darken, "If I can't find a dock here to give you splinters, I'm sure I can find something else," he says, still playing this cat and mouse dance.

Granger bites her lip recalling that night on the dock. Draco also recalls that intoxicating night, watching Hermione under him as he thrusted himself in and out of her repeatedly, enjoying the way her breasts moved with the rhythm of their bodies.

I need to have her again.

The craving of needing to be in, around, touching, and devouring her overcomes him. Draco lunges for her playfully. Luckily she's not as fast as he is and he catches her with ease, just like the last time. His hand wraps around her wrist, pulling her into him. Their eyes lock on one another. Draco firmly grabs the back of her neck pulling her closer, stopping before he places his lips on hers, "You sure?"

Tell me you want this.

Tell me you want me.

"I need your lips, Draco." Her hot peppermint breath creates another scent for him to crave, but not as much as he's craving his lips on hers.

Draco gently places his lips on hers, engrossed in the softness of them. He wishes he could stay in this blissful moment he's found himself in. Hermione's the one to deepen their kiss, tracing her tongue on his bottom lip beckoning for their tongues to meet. He invites her in hungrily. She presses herself into him as if she's wanting to be melted together. Their gentle kiss turns savage at an incomprehensible speed. Desperately grabbing each other for a closeness that they're starved for. It's the sound of vibrant laughter from down the hall that has them flinging from one another. Heavy breathing and sparse glances as Theo and Mr. Whimsbee stalk down the hall.

Theo's theme on ruining moments is getting on my last nerve.

They both regain their composure as the sound of their steps get closer.

Theo gives them a playful smile as he nears them, "This was really great, glad I came along."

Yeah, thanks for inviting yourself, Theodore, your pleasure.

"Well, we best be off to also catch supper," Draco says to Mr. Whimsbee. "Could you show us the floo please."

2nd of October 1998

Draco fantasized about reliving that moment at the dock over and over and over again. With school hours over for the day and his studies for his classes completed, he sits on the green velvet tufted sofa in the Slytherin common room. He rereads all of the entries that talked about run-ins and dreams involving him. He wished Granger would be more descriptive about her dreams and the fleeting moments they've had. Dying to relive her mouth on him from the day of the game, or the night of the dock or even the simplicity of the kiss from this past Wednesday. Draco needed this itch scratched. Racking his brain for ideas, trying to come up with one so that he had a good excuse to be near her. He didn't think she'd be willing to spend time with him casually here at Hogwarts with lurking eyes. He spots Mini Crookshanks walking into the room.

That would be a fun idea.

Fuck, I don't have my wand.

"Your book doesn't have any words in it. What are you looking at?" Theo's voice scares Draco.

"Merlin, Theo!" Draco yells at him.

He debated on telling Theo it was charmed but thought of another idea. Theo charmed Mini Crookshanks for Draco's recording and sent it to find Granger in a hurried manner.

"Can I attend this soiree?" Theo asks, bobbing his head back and forth.

"No." Draco says dully.

Theo pulls his brows and scoffs, "Why?"

Thinking on his feet, "I'm not sure about what I'm allowed to discuss with others regarding patients and their medical information."

"Oh." Theo says with his annoyed grimace.

"I'll see you later," Draco says as he gets up from the sofa leaving their designated area.

"Tell Granger I said hi!" Theo shouts at him

Draco rolls his eyes as he walks through their common rooms to head for the library. It's the second head nod he receives from students that aren't his Slytherin counterparts when he starts to take notice that most of them aren't giving him their typical scowls or cursing him under their breath.

I guess I don't hate the lack of resentment currently.

He takes the short way through the hallways on the outskirts of the Ravenclaw common rooms, cutting to the outside of Potions classrooms instead of taking the Suspension Bridge to walk all the way through the DADA class rooms. Once entering the library he walks to the Restricted Section. A smile blossoms across his face when his eyes land on the back of Granger's brunette mane.

She turns around, book in hand, engrossed in her reading. But it's as if she can sense him, she stills and locks eyes with Draco.

"Glad to know that Mini Crookshanks' allegiance can be swayed," he says with a smirk.

Her brows draw together in a confusion, "What?"

Right before he could say anything little clacks of porcelain against the stone floor are heard followed by Draco's recording, "Granger meet me in the Restricted Section."

"I guess your small figurine isn't as efficient as I thought," he says in a dull tone.

Granger scoffs and picks up the tiny trinket, taking out her wand to charm it, covering her mouth and whispering so Draco couldn't tell what she was recording.

"Malfoy stinks!" Mini Crookshanks regurgitates in Granger's voice.

The short saying reminded Draco of the Potter Stinks pins he made for Diggory, then silently and quickly mourned his former classmate.

"Malfoy stinks," Granger mimics in a playful tone.

His eyes narrow at her, "I think you're in need of a proper punishment for that one, Granger."

Her eyes sparkled again with that lustful anticipation it did at the hospital.

"I haven't been that naughty," she baits him looking through her long dark lashes.

"Denying me of you?" He tilts his head giving her a pointed look, "That's a very specific kind of naughty in my book."

The sight of her intaking breath has Draco unraveling; he's nearly obsessed with the knowledge of the impact he has on her. He struts closer to her, his eyes locked on hers. As soon as she's within reach, she takes a step back just for him to take a step towards her again. Their cat and mouse game becomes more intense with their proximity. Draco looks around to make sure they're the only ones there. He notices the desk against the back wall and the bookshelf being in the perfect location to shield them from passersby. He shifts his body for her to change direction. Granger backs up against the desk, trapped by her captor. Their labored breaths are somehow in sync. He presses himself against her, grabbing the back of her legs to force her onto the desk. Her breath hitches and she instinctively wraps her hands around his neck, not letting go of him as he sits her down on the desk.

Granger lets a whimpered moan escape as his hands trace their way through the hem of her skirt. He's grateful she hasn't changed into her typical muggle clothes that she wears for leisure. The heat radiating off her skin is welcoming, almost taunting, her heat increasing as his fingers inch further up her skirt. Draco watches her reaction as his thumb softly brushes against her knickers, his placement perfectly touching her clit. She tilts her head back, her hands still wrapped around his neck. He's drunk off the sight before him. Her willingness to give in. Hermione grabs fistfuls of his hair as he moves her knickers to the side so he can firmly trace up her center.

Another whimpered moan escapes her beautiful mouth, "Malfoy."

His eyes darken and he pulls his thumb away from her. She gives him a pleading look as he does this.

"No," is his only response.

That flicker of understanding from Granger is riveting, she exhales a breath before softly saying, "Draco."

His sinister smirk dances across his face, pressing his thumb against her clit before gliding down hovering at her entrance.

She's so wet.

Granger's moan is louder this time, he wishes she could scream his name, but this is her punishment. He pulls his thumb away again.

He shakes his head at her and tsks at her, "You're to remain quiet," giving her a warning lustful stare.

She looks around for something, dawning on him.

Her wand.

"No." His voice is low and firm.

She's pleading with him with her eyes.

"This is your punishment. Take it. Quietly." Draco warns in a low raspy voice as he brushes his thumb against her center once more.

Her restraint to muffle her own moans gives him the confidence to trace circles around Hermione's entrance. Intoxicated with how wet she is for him, he gives in to the allure of her heat, pushing his thumb into her slowly.

"Oh God, Draco." She quietly moans.

His eyes darken, "You only get one of us, choose wisely." Pulling out of her to circle her entrance.

She releases a desperate whimper before pledging her allegiance, "Draco."

He leans into her face, "I told you I'm a selfish man," before slamming his lips against hers while gliding his thumb back into her.

Draco's mouth absorbs her moan, deepening their kiss. She tugs on his hair, hard. Replacing his thumb with his long middle and ring finger, coaxing her inner walls. Hermoine chases his movements with her hips, begging to reach her climax. Unlatching her grasp from his neck with his free hand, then places his open palm on her chest, guiding her to lay on the desk. She submits to his force, locking eyes on her way down. Deciding to reward her good behavior, he rubs her clit with his thumb as his fingers pump in and out of her. A moan escapes, a decibel above his preferred volume.

Now punishing her bad behavior, his open palm on her chest moves to wrap around her neck, choking her ever so slightly. Draco's fixated on the feeling of her muscles contracting around his slick fingers as he repeatedly teases her G spot. Hermione's a good girl and remains quiet as her whimpers vibrate under his grip. Her hips begin to match his movements, desperate to catch her elusive orgasm.

Her muscles tighten around his fingers once more, "Fuck, Hermione."

A soft moan flees her lips and is felt in his hold around her neck.

"You're close." Draco lets out a strained rasp.

He fastens his pace, coaxing her sensitive spot, determined to watch her become undone from the climax he granted her. The volume of her moans increased, causing his hand to flee her throat to trap her beautiful sounds of pleasure. She clutches on to his wrist as he covers her mouth with his hand, bucking into his other hand, nearing her climax. Draco hungrily watches Hermione arch her back, her body convulses, a muffled scream of his name is shouted into his hand as she comes.

He becomes aware of his surroundings again. His insidious smile never leaving him; dying to taste her. He wants to replace his hand with his tongue, but settles for licking her off his glistening fingers. Her eyes lock onto his as he tastes the salty evidence of their interaction.

"You were a good girl, and good girls get rewarded," Draco says as he hovers above her.

Soft bells chime and echo through the library letting the students know the library will be closing in 15 minutes.

Granger shakes her head composing herself, slowly dismounts off the desk, looking around for any witnesses. Nodding her head in satisfaction when there are none, she walks to the book that was deserted on the ground along with her wand.

"Anyways," she says with a high-pitched exhale, "I found something on your Elven Requiem Act. It's not even in the right category or labeled as an Act or even mentions the special bond between a Master and their elf." She holds the book open walking over to Draco. "It just talks about the benefits of the material for the shoes." Looking at him to snarl at the word material and roll her eyes, "It doesn't even state anything of significance." She looks at him with a mix of confusion and anger.

"And most of the textbooks won't. The Wizarding World doesn't care as you do about elven life. It was a way to shut the wizards of the time up." Draco says to her.

She pulls her brows together. "Obviously didn't do any research," she mimics Draco, recalling what he said the other day. "This information isn't in any textbook," she teasingly narrows her eyes at him.

He smirks at her as he tucks a strand of loose curls behind her ear. Draco looks down at the book, taking notice that he also has it in the Manor's Library, more than likely the original.

"I knew you'd eventually figure that part out," he says softly cupping her face, slowly tracing his thumb down her cheek as he admires her beauty and persistence.

She places her hand on Draco's cupped hand, searching his eyes, "I want to change it. They should be accurate. They should properly depict the bond and the significance of it all."

His heart softens at her empathy, "You'll have to find evidence and go to the bookshop where the book was published to convince them to change the texts."

She nods her head, "Okay, I can do that." Hope in her voice.

He pulls her in, the book now flat between them, embracing her and kisses the top of her head, "I'll help with anything you need."

She pulls back, searching his eyes for truth. "Really. You'd do that?"

If you keep looking at me like that, I'd do just about anything.

Draco nods his confirmation.