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No Leaving the Common Room	By : Jesskilala Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 15339 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not gain any profit from these writings. I do not in any way, shape or form own any of the Harry Potter Characters or anything referencing at all to any of the books, all the credit has to go to the lovely J.K Rowling.

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A/N- Evening all, this is my very first fanfic so please be gentle with me! I’ve never been a terribly great writer so it might not be up to the usual standards of the other brilliantly written Draco/Hermione stories we’ve all come to know and love. Feel free to review and leave comments, criticism and advice on how to improve would be greatly appreciated but as I said before don’t be cruel, I’m still learning after all. Also some positive encouragement and comments wouldn’t go a miss :-P. Thank you!

It was a normal quite Sunday at Hogwarts, most of the students were enjoying the warm weather outside, even Harry and the rest of the Weasley's had taken advantage of the sunny day gone to Hogsmeade. Most of the school was deserted, including the library, Hermione was alone at last in her favourite place which was something of a rare occurence these days.

"Finally" thought Hermione, normally on the weekend she found herself constantly bothered by her two best friends; asking ridiculous questions about runes, potions, everything. She loved them with all her heart but when the opportunity to be alone came around she wouldn't have turned it down for all the gold in Gringotts.

She had been wandering through the empty library for a short while now, enjoying the solitude, running her fingertips along the old books when she suddenly heard footsteps coming from within the library. They were fast approaching and something about the sound of them made her feel slightly uneasy, she walked further into the library hoping to avoid the person to whom the footsteps belonged. As the footsteps came closer she started to move faster through the shelves, her breath hitched in her throat as she picked up speed, realising that the footsteps were matching the speed of hers. She broke in to a run and continued until she reached the end of the library, in a panic she dove behind the final shelf when the footsteps stopped came to an sudden hault.

Pull yourself together Hermione!, she shouted internally, you’re a Gryffindor for Christ’s sake! It’s probably just stupid old Filch. After pulling herself together she peered out from behind the shelf and saw nothing there.

Deciding that she was just being silly she confidently strode down the main aisles back through the library when a strong arm came out of nowhere and grabbed her around her waist and a smooth white hand roughly covered her mouth before she could scream out for help.

She was pulled further back into the end aisles of the library as she desperately struggled to free herself, shouting obscenities into her captor’s hand.

“Stop struggling, you’re just making it worse for yourself”, said a cool, low voice; something about this voice made shivers run through her skin and freeze completely.

After coming to a stop just before the dead end of the library the voice continued, “I’ve been watching you for a while you know, strutting around here like Queen fucking Gryffindor of Hogwarts and I think someone needs to put you back in your place, as nothing but a filthy mudblood.”

She heard a loud clank behind her and was then pulled further back into a dark passageway, as she saw the door to the passage close in front of her draining the light of the library from the dark space, she heard another loud clank and was then released from the iron-like grip and thrown to the into another room, landing on her stomach on the ground.

Recognising the rug she had landed on she lifted her head to look around at the head common room she was so familiar with, suddenly remembering the other person in the room she spun round to see none other that Draco Malfoy towering over her. She tried to squirm her way backwards towards the oil painting entrance but in one swift movement Draco was on top of her pinning her hands on the floor above her head.

“Not thinking of leaving so soon, are we Granger?” he said through the sneer that she thought looked as if it had been lovingly carved onto his pale, handsome face. NO! No she shouldn’t be thinking like that, he was her enemy, her sworn enemy, he had made her life hell for years. But still…she couldn’t deny that, despite his foul demeanour, he was devastatingly good looking.

“Malfoy let me go”, she tried to sound brave but found her voice had all but escaped her, “Malfoy please, what do you want?”

“That’s not the lions roar, or should I say shrill nonsense, that your usually spouting, what’s wrong Granger?”, pressing his lips right up against her ear, feeling his hot breath against her while he slid one of his hands down her side he whispered, “Snake got your tongue?”, sending more shivers down her spine. These were different from the ones she had felt before; before she had shaken with fear but now it was different, now she felt a longing, torn between her desire to curse the hell out of the boy on top of her and her curiosity as to what he would do next.

She felt herself shifting her legs underneath the body pressing down on her, trying to distract herself from the growing heat coming from between her thighs.

“Malfoy, I swear I’ll scream if you don’t…” he cut her off slamming his lips down on hers, forcing her to open her mouth and allow his tongue to find hers. Hermione found herself giving in to his kiss, allowing herself to let go just for a second, feeling the hand that was once at her side move under her t-shirt she suddenly snapped back to reality. She thrust violently upward trying to throw Malfoy off of her but only gave him the opportunity to adjust himself and slip a leg in between hers.

“Ah ah ah, I told you if you struggle you’ll just make it worse for yourself”, slowly he started to work his way from the nape of her neck towards her earlobe “you…have no…idea…what I…have planned for you tonight”, he drawled, accentuating each word with a slow sucking kiss. “Let GO of me Malfoy,” she started to struggle again but not quite a violently as before, “you cant just drag some…OW”, he bit down hard on her ear and pulled her face back with his free hand, forcing her to look at him.

“Stop calling me Malfoy” he hissed.

“what would you rather be called? …ferret?” she stared straight into his grey, and oh so glittering, eyes. “Oh Granger I thought you might have been catching on there but you had to spoil it with that little word at the end there didn’t you?” he laughed. “Now you’re in trouble.”

With that he moved off from on top of her and walked across the room to the oak table that sat in the corner. Seizing the opportunity Hermione sought to grab her wand from her sleeve.

SHIT, it was gone. Oh God , Oh God I must have dropped it. she heard a laugh coming from across the room and looked over to see Malfoy waving her wand in his hand.

“Give it back Malfoy” She started to move towards him reaching out to take her wand, before she could reach it his hand was at her throat, pushing her against the wall, pointing her own wand directly at her face. “STOP CALLING ME MALFOY!!” his voice was fierce and his glittering eyes were now filled with anger, so much so that Hermione felt herself shake under his grip.

“I’m going to say this to you once Granger, you will do as I say do you understand me? You are not to speak unless spoken to and under no circumstances are you to call me Malfoy…my name is Draco!”. All Hermione could do was stare up at him, her voice and courage all completely gone.

“Now, I think you and I both know that there is no way you are leaving this room without having learned a few lessons, you can make this an easy and somewhat pleasurable experience or I get the added pleasure of cursing you with your own wand.” Letting go of her throat he began to roughly kiss where his hand once was, pressing his warm body hard against hers. Fighting to stifle her own gasps, she found her hands winding their way around the smooth shoulders and neck of her enemy, pulling him closer. She felt him smirk against her skin and couldn’t help but smile herself.

Sod it, she thought, she heard stories about how “talented” he was and why shouldn’t he find out for herself what the supposed Sex God of Slytherin could do. But still, she couldn’t shake the feeling of fear from the back of her mind, but that just seemed to make the predicament she was in all the more exciting. She felt a suddenly chill as his lips moved away from her neck and he grabbed her face again to look at his. “I think its time we begin” he said slowly through that same smirk that was once at her throat, “there will be no resistance this time Granger will there? I’d really hate to have to hurt you.”

She shook her head slowly, her lips trembling as she gazed into his lust filled eyes, shivering again under his stare.

“Good, now these are just unnecessary” Draco said matter-of-factly as he looked down at her clothes, pulling her roughly away from the wall and grasping her hands tightly behind her, leading her to the oak table. “That’s why I got you this…”

Hermione couldn’t help but blush a severe shade of red and gasp in shock as she looked down at what he had laid ever so neatly out on the table for her.

TBC

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