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Locked In	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 117470 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 13
Disclaimer: I do not own HP, JK Rowling does. I make no money doing this. I have the moths in my pockets to prove it.

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“You may begin,” Snape said, casually leaning against the wall.

Draco and Hermione scribbled furiously on their parchments. It was the start of Christmas break and they were still trapped. Snape thought it would be in their best interest if they went ahead and sat their midterms now, just in case. Studying had kept them occupied through the last three days and had even exhausted them enough to fall into a dreamless sleep at night.

Snape visited every morning, bringing what little the room would allow. He’d managed a deck of muggle cards, more than likely because they didn’t explode, and a muggle chess set. They still only had raw foods and water but at least they had things to occupy their overly active minds.

It was several hours later when they finally put their quills down. Their eyes burned, hands cramped, but they were satisfied. The tests had been grueling but they felt that they had done well. Snape promptly collected them and swept out of the room without another word.

“He’s so chatty,” Hermione said dryly. “I didn’t think he would ever shut up.” Draco chuckled. She stretched, wincing at the catch in her back. “Goodness I ache. I could really go for a hot bath.”

Draco quirked an eyebrow. “Are you forgetting something?”

She returned his sly look. “No. Will we be taking a hot bath?”

His inquiring look turned molten in an instant. “Yes, I think so.”

She shivered at the lust making his voice rough. They’d been too tired and unsure to broach the topic of sex or even where the relationship was going… or not going since Snape had gained entrance into the room. Now, tests were done and there was nothing standing in their way. She couldn’t deny it. She wanted him for however long they were stuck. There was no sense in fighting it.

That look in her eyes had Draco hard in seconds. He’d been holding back, afraid of breaking the tentative friendship they’d forged. He enjoyed the quiet moments before bed where they would just lay down and snuggle up, holding each other more out of habit than coldness before drifting off. His sappy musings disturbed him but this carnal desire, he could comply with it.

They undressed in silence and got into the tub. Words would have ruined it somehow. They washed quickly, enjoying the tension in between them. Every move was deliberate, an extra stretch here, more rinsing that was necessary there. It was a delicious dance…until they couldn’t stand it anymore.

Draco made the first move. He captured her lips in a scorching kiss, drawing her into his lap. He trailed his fingers over her body, trying to commit her to memory. Maybe this memory could stave off the years of coldness to come. The way she moaned and arched under his hands, the way she sighed as he trailed kisses down her throat, the way she clutched at his shoulders when he drew a stiff nipple into his mouth, he’d never forget them. Gods he wanted her. He just wished he could keep her.

Hermione was about to scream. Draco was teasing her to the point of madness. She tangled her hands in his hair and drew him up for a kiss. He tasted sweet, like the grapes he’d eaten earlier. His hands seemed to hit every sensitive spot she had, lingering on the ones that made her shiver but he never came close to the one spot she wanted them. Her body was on fire. She no longer cared for the future, what she’d do after she graduated, where she would live. All that mattered was that he finished this.

Draco heard her moan in frustration and decided to give in, pulling her onto his hard length. Her molten core squeezed his aching cock, threatening to pull him over. He held still for a few moments, taking the time to worship her mouth. He’d never been this connected during sex. It was a surreal experience, one of his best. When he was ready, he moved sensually, committing every gasp and sigh to memory.

They both lost track of time as they moved slowly, savoring the experience. At one point, they could scarcely tell where one ended and the other began. They were one, striving for the same goal. The outside world fell away as they reached their peaks, crying out into each other’s mouths. They fell silent, dozing off in satisfied bliss. They’d crossed a line and had no regrets. Those could wait until later. A loud bang startled them out of sated slumber. They tried to jump up but a voice stopped them.

“Stay where you are,” Snape sighed. “You looked comfy.”

“Must you bang around?” Draco growled, pulling Hermione closer to preserve her modesty.

“I did no such banging. That would be Potter. He’s determined to get through the door today. Apparently, it is against every fiber in his being that his friend should spend Christmas alone.”

“I’m not alone,” Hermione said, summoning a towel wandlessly without really thinking of it.

Snape gasped. “How long have you been able to do that?”

“What?” She snapped, waiting for Snape to turn his head so she could get up.

Snape faced the wall. “Summon things without the use of your wand.”

“Did I?” She said distractedly as she stepped out to dry herself.

“You did,” Draco chuckled and summoned his own towel.

“Oh, well then, maybe a few days?”

“Impossible,” Snape murmured.

“Nothing is impossible,” Draco said as he struggled into his clothes. “You’ve said the same many times.”

“So I have,” Snape conceded. “Are you decent?”

“Yes,” Hermione said as she spelled her hair dry and tried to remove the knots.

“Here, let me,” Draco huffed. “You’re making a mess of it.”

Hermione pouted and threw herself on the bed. “I’m sorry I don’t have perfect silky hair like you.”

“I sort of like it,” Draco said with a chuckle. “It has a mind of its own, just like its owner.”

“Then you can have it,” she sighed. “I’m going to cut it all off when I get the chance.”

“No, don’t,” Draco pleaded. “It suits you.”

Snape snorted. “You always did have a hair fetish.”

“Says the man who obsesses over his own,” Draco snapped.

“Not sure I believe that one,” Hermione said.

Snape sniffed. “Just because it’s overly oily and lank doesn’t mean I do not take care of it.”

“See?” Draco teased. “Obsessed.”

“And your own hair care regimen?” Snape snarked.

“Has flown out the window.”

Draco finished Hermione’s hair. It fell in soft ringlets to her waist. Snape gave her a conjured mirror and she gasped in shock. It was lovely. She turned and gave Draco a soft peck on the lips.

“How in the world?”

“My mother insisted I learn,” Draco growled.

“If it wouldn’t give her a heart attack, I’d thank her.”

Snape laughed, a deep rich baritone that startled both students. He glared at them. “What? I can laugh.”

“So, why are you here anyway?” Draco asked.

“To warn you about Potter,” Snape said. “I’d keep the door pulled to, lest he get an eyeful.”

“And,” Hermione said, sensing there was more.

“And to inform you that I will be gone for the rest of the week. I have things I must do. Should you need anything, call on Dobby. He has agreed to experiment in what he can and can’t bring you. I dare say your meals could be increased. You’ve both lost weight.”

“Kind of hard not to when you are only allowed enough food for one person,” Draco snapped.

Severus closed his eyes a moment. “Forgive me. It’s hard to imagine what the past few weeks were like.”

Both students stared at him slack jawed. It wasn’t like Snape to apologize, or laugh, or tease. Well, maybe tease, but only in a malicious way. They were appeased when he glared at them both.

“Have a safe trip,” Draco managed to say as he watched Snape make his way out.

Snape put his hand on the door, caressing it absentmindedly. Before he left, he turned to them, his eyes oddly shiny. “Enjoy the time you have here together. As bleak as it seems, you might find that this was your happiest time.”

He was gone in another instant. The door stood wide open and Harry was frantically beating on the invisible force. Hermione sighed. Best let him know that she was fine. He was probably beside himself.

AN: I just realized that I did, in fact, write about Valentines day. However, it's about ten chapters out. Oops! Oh well, I offer more bathtub sexy as a penance. Anyone wonder what Snape was on about? *innocent look* Hope everyone had a great Valentines... or Single's Awareness Day... whichever. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I'm glad you are all enjoying this story. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time...love you guys.
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