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G’Day.

This is going to be my first post on AFF.NET, so be nice! I wrote this during one of my Greek
History classes, after the guy beside me, who was reading a novel, fell asleep and started
snoring, I gave up paying attention. Opps! Oh well, I hope you all enjoy this one!

ory ory Class

TheWalrusWasPaul

            The day had started out plainly enough, gray skies that were common to early November
had put the student body in a lethargic mood. The noise level in the Great Hall during lunch was
so low, Hermione thought she had somehow ended up in the library by mistake. It was the kind
of day where classes such as History of Magic were dreaded more then usual.

            After lunch the seventh year students made their way to the dark room where they would
be imprisoned for the next three hours. Hermione was, for once, not looking forward to this
class. Draco Malfoy stopped her outside of class and gave her a quick kiss, not really having the
energy for more. Together they made their way into the room, their hands interlaced.

            “At the back,” Draco said as he steered her towards a dark corner of the room, “I know I
won’t be able to stay awake for this one...” he groaned as he sat down.

            Hermione didn’t argue as she sat beside the Head Boy, she doubted she’d be awake to
see the end of the class herself. As Head Girl she had to maintain a certain image, and falling
asleep was in direct contrast to that image.

            Dust particles floated in the air, illuminated by the single crack of light that managed to
penetrate the heavy black curtains. Hermione watched them dance in the room, she felt herself
falling into a trance.

            She was beginning to hate History of Magic classes, not that she would ever admit it. Her
eyes were becoming heavy and she felt Draco’s head fall onto her shoulder, his soft snoring
lulling her deeper into her trace.

            Hermione shook her head, startling Draco. He mumbled something and shifted to wrap
his arms around her waist. Hermione smiled softly and took a quick glance around the room. It
was less then an hour into the lesson and everyone was fast asleep. Even Dean Thomas, the only
Gryffindor seventh year to major in history was sleeping, Parvariti’s head on his shoulder. Her
long black hair falling across his back.

            With a sigh, Hermione placed one of her hands atop Draco’s and leaned into his sleeping
embrace. After Voldomort’s defeat at the beginning of last year, Draco had seemed so lost and
alone. Even though he had proven once and for all that his loyalty lay with Dumbledore, after
he’d turned his wand on Voldomort, stunning him so Harry could kill him. Draco had been so
used to pretending to be an evil git, now that he was free to be himself, he wasn’t sure how to go
about it. That was when he and Hermione had found each other, one lonely night in the library.

            They had been studying at facing tables and Draco had come to ask her a question. They
had discovered a matching intellect in each other, and had spent long hours debating random
issues that would have flown over most students heads. They had quickly formed a strong
friendship, and not long afterwards had former a relationship.

            Draco felt Hermione relax into his arms and a wicked idea entered his mind. Suddenly
glad that they had sat at the back of hte room, Draco began to put his plan into motion. With a
discrete movement, Draco opened her robe just below her breast, letting the thin black material
fall to either side of her legs.

            Hermione’s eyes became a little wider and she shot Draco a glance. He merely grinned in
a way he knew she couldn’t resist and raised on finger to his lips signaling for her to remain
silent. She rolled her eyes and turned her head to kiss him briefly.

            Draco’s hand began to run along her soft stomach, pushing up her untucked blouse as he
did so. Hermione sighed and let her eyes close, resting her head on Draco’s. He removed his
hand from her stomach and began to run it up her long legs, starting at the knee. He raised her
kilt so that it lay bunched up around her waist. He heard Hermione sigh as he slowly made his
way to her panties. She gasped as pressed one finer against her clit. Draco grinned, only
encouraged by her light unease at doing something like this in a class room full of sleeping
students.

            Draco maneuvered his hand inside her underwear and began rubbing her already wet
folds.

            “You little exhibitionist.” Draco muttered to her with a grin, his lips were on her neck as
he spoke. He slowly licked her neck, before giving her a small bite.

            Hermione let out a groan, “You’re no better.” she said huskily, placing on of her hands
on his, encouraging him to continue.

            He did.

            With a hand that was far too skilled in Hermione’s opinion, he began massaging her clit,
causing her to squirm. When her hips began to move, Draco increased the motion of his fingers. slidslid one finger inside her, as he kissed and licked her neck and ear.

            “Cum for me Hermione, right here in front of everyone...” Draco whispered.

            Hermione’s head fell forward and she began to shudder. She bit her lower lip to keep
from making the noise she normally did. Her hands began to grip his forearm tightly with both
hands. He groaned, that was going to leave a mark.

            Not wanting to be outdone, Draco went about leaving a hickey on her neck as she shook.
Her orgasm was one of the most powerful Draco had ever witnessed.

            When Hermione finally came back to earth, she turned her head and kissed Draco softly,
not caring if Professor Binns saw her. She was past caring about much of anything at the
moment.

            “Enjoyed that did you?” Draco muttered.

            “Very much so...” Hermione replied looking very satisfied. She glanced at his lap and
saw his erection straining against his pants. “Poor boy.” she said as she cast a quick glance a the
clock and began collecting her books, “too bad there’s no time left.” she said as she ran her
fingertips over his pants. Draco groaned and she stood up, straightening out her uniform. Draco
watched her, wondering if she intended to leave him like this. He began to wonder what would
happen if they skipped their last class and went back to their private dorm.

            “But potions is next.” Hermione said with a wicked grin as she left the room.

            Draco grinned to himself, this was exactly why he loved her. He shook his head and
collected his own book bag, which had been left unopened on the ground. He couldn’t wait for
his next class.

~*~

Next up, Potions! Oh dear....

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