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Hermione Reparo	By : Kit_Stella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 20416 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hi Guys,
No long note this time...
Just going to apologize for taking forever, hopefully this chapter will kinda make up for it...
As always, it wouldn't have been possible without the most amazing beta Monddame :) Thanks for patiently pointing out my overuse of dashes and helping me become a better writer :)
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Chapter 24: Library Mischief
After he finished writing an exceptionally long Herbology essay, Draco leaned back in his chair and sighed loudly. It was Saturday night, and unlike most of the other couples in school who were off to Hogsmeade for a fun night out, he found himself once again spending the evening with Hermione in the school library. In all honesty he didn’t mind at all, choosing to enjoy their time together regardless of the location.
Draco looked over at the petite Gryffindor in front of him; she was deeply absorbed in a new schedule for this term’s prefect rounds. The expression on her face – especially the constant lip biting – along with the realisation that they basically had the library to themselves, enticed the devious Slytherin to provoke her.
“I’ve been working on a new spell.” He started in a sultry whisper, well aware that Hermione’s full attention was engrossed in her current task.
An inattentive nod and a mmhmm were the only acknowledgement he received from the witch on the opposite side of the desk.
“I call it the Knicker-vanisher.”
“Mmmhmm.” Clearly her attention was still fully immersed in her schedule planning.
With a mischievous smile creeping up along his face, Draco continued “I was thinking of giving it a go. What do you say?” Meanwhile he slid his wand out from under the desk and pointed it towards her.
Hermione stopped writing and picked up her wand. Without even raising her eyes from her schedule, she pointed it in his general direction and threatened him, “Try it and I promise you will regret it.”
In the blink of an eye Draco’s expression went from playful to surprised, sure as he was that his girlfriend hadn’t actually been paying attention. But when Hermione’s eyes left her parchment to shoot daggers his way, he wasn’t fooled. Her wand aimed at him, her face showed nothing but irritation. Her eyes though, dark with lust, told a different story.
Keeping her arm extended in a dueling position, the Gryffindor lioness stood and approached him menacingly. A silent spell was all it took to push his chair away from the edge as Hermione eased herself in front of him.
Draco leaned back to look up at her. “Oh really?” he challenged.

Hermione knew that he was goading her on purpose and couldn’t deny the effect it had on her, especially if the wetness in her knickers was anything to go by. The petite witch lay her wand on the table behind her and grasped the back of the chair firmly whilst she straddled him. Scooting up on his lap, she gave him a knowing look.
Draco revealed playfully, “What can I say? It would seem that studying turns me on.” And with his signature smirk he lunged forwards trying to kiss her.
Unfortunately for him, Hermione was in a mood to challenge the spoilt little Slytherin and certainly wasn’t going to give in that easily. He tried lunging towards her again, but she toyed with him further by arching her back and pulling her face and lips away from him. His eyes travelled all over her body voraciously; from the apex of her thighs closing in on his hard member, up her blouse stretched tightly over her breasts, all the way to her unreachable lips. Hermione knew precisely what view this position gave to the object of her desire, as well as the effect it had on him, and enjoyed the sense of power it provided.
He did in fact interrupt me while I was creating the prefects schedule. He should have thought of the repercussions of his actions, she thought to herself deviously.
He raked his large hands up and down her thighs, playing with her skirt. “Fuck, you know it isn’t the studying, Hermione. It’s just sitting here and watching you. Do you have any idea how hard…” Draco looked down to make a not-so-subtle point, “…it is to keep my hands to myself, just knowing all the things I could be doing to you right now?”
It could have been the deep tone of his voice, or perhaps the slight tremble, that said so much more than his words. It could even have been the feel of his length up against her core. Or maybe it was the intense look in his eyes. Hermione couldn’t say which was the tipping point, but this time when he lunged forward she gave in to him.
He threaded both hands in her hair and pulled her to him eagerly, letting out a growl when their lips finally met. His hunger for her was so intense it was almost brutal. His tongue swept past her lips into her mouth with fervour. Draco bit, sucked, and took what he wanted without question. The intensity of his kiss bruised her lips, and Hermione adored how unabashed he was regarding his desire for her. It showed in every touch, lick, caress, bite, and grasp. Draco always seemed to know just how far he could go with her – how much strength he could actually use – to respect just the right balance of pleasure and pain that was a perfect fit for both of them.
Hermione didn’t feel that she was especially experienced, but with Draco all her uncertainties vanished, leaving only room for passion leading them both to explore their desire for one another. That is why when he grabbed both her arms and held them behind her back with his left hand she knew he wouldn’t let go. Instead of feeling any kind of worry or panic from being restrained this way, she trusted and knew that she was more than willing to let him take charge.
Using his free hand, the controlling wizard worked his way around her body. He started by pulling her thick mane down behind her, exposing her neck. He licked her soft jawline up to her ear and growled sinfully, “I’ve got you now, my dirty little witch.”
Hermione had to bite back a moan, testing his grip on her wrists. As a reminder of who was in charge he tightened it immediately. The dominant wizard bit down on the sweet spot between her neck and shoulder. The trapped witch mewled sensually in his ear.
Hermione watched his fingers snake their way into her blouse and tease her nipples through the delicate fabric of her bra. Her eyes never left him, watching his every move and the look of concentration in his eyes without being able to touch him had Hermione squirming in his lap. When she felt his fingers inch slowly beneath the thin material of her bra, her breath hitched. The sexy blond wizard’s next movements were significantly swifter, pulling her bra below her breast and attacking her nipple with his lips.
“Gods, Draco!” She cried out wantonly. He repeated his ministrations on her other breast, teasing the first with his fingers.
Hermione felt a rush of hot air against her wet nipple followed by the surprising deep baritone of a sultry chuckle.
She looked down at him, not caring that her voice quivered with need, “What’s so funny, may I ask?”
Draco looked up at her, his hand leaving her breast and moving up to her neck. He toyed with the little curls at the base of her neck and threaded his expert fingers through the thickness of her hair. “I’m laughing simply because I’m enjoying this…you so much.”
“Oh.”
“Oh?” Draco repeated mockingly, his fingers tightening in her hair. He moved closer and whispered lusciously in her ear, “I can tell you’re enjoying yourself." He pressed his thigh tighter against her slick folds and smirked down at the wet spot she was leaving on his trousers. She felt his devious smirk against her lips as he kissed her again. She bit down on his lip and basked in the growl that followed.
Draco was moving his attention down to her breasts again when Hermione hummed “Mmmmmmalfoy”.
Draco narrowed his eyes at her, “I was quite happy to go from Malfoy to Draco, thank you very much.” Hermione flashed him a provocative smile knowing full well how he would react to such a change.
She looked deep in his silver eyes and whispered seductively, “I want you.”
“Well then, just call me whatever you like.” Draco’s eyes never left hers; maintaining his hold on her hands behind her back, his other hand snaked dangerously close to her crotch area. “Tell me what do you want me to do.” he challenged. Hell, she wanted to say it. His fingers were edging closer and closer to her core, and she knew they probably were already wet; so she said it.
“Fuck me.”
Draco’s pupils dilated visibly and the look he gave her was steaming hot. She knew just how much he loved it when she talked dirty to him.
Hermione felt the unwelcome cool air as he moved his blessed fingers away from her thigh. But just as she was about to protest, she heard the distinctive sound of a zipper coming undone. Draco shifted ever so slightly freeing his member from his pants. The panting wizard pushed her damp knickers to the side, and Hermione eased her hips up so that he could properly align his cock with her entrance. They held each other's gaze while the brunette sank down onto him. Draco groaned and Hermione’s breath hitched noisily as he filled her slowly.
And it was fucking mind-numbing.
Each time he rocked into her made her ache for more of him. She moaned and her eyes fluttered shut as she gave in to the rhythm of each thrust. She cried out when Draco pulled her hips down harder on him teasing that sensitive spot in her.
After a couple more deep thrusts he rasped, “Up.”
Hermione didn’t think twice, and stood. Later, she would ponder over the fact that Draco was the first to bark orders at her in such a way that it allowed her to switch off her overactive brain. And it felt amazing. Nothing else came to mind but the simple act of obeying his command. There was little she wouldn’t do for him at that moment. So she stood in front of him, waiting, not even questioning the fact that he hadn’t let go of her wrists.
He snaked up her form, nipping at her breasts on his way up. He said not a word, but pushed the chair out of the way and led her to the nearest bookcase. He released his grip on her hands, and Hermione immediately grabbed hold of his shoulders to steady herself. She felt shelves hit her back; not causing her any pain, but just hard enough that it was clear that Draco was still in control. He kissed her once again, and her eyes fluttered shut from the feel of his tongue swirling around hers. Draco’s hand dipped behind her and grabbed her ass in a way that made her buck towards him. His hand followed the curve of her bum and came so close to her wet core...but then followed the dip of her thigh. He pulled her leg up and secured it around his waist. When he let go, Hermione struggled slightly to find her balance on just one leg, but with one look from Draco she was rooted to the spot.
He once more pushed her panties to the side and sheathed himself inside her. This time, there was nothing slow about the way he buried himself in her.
He grabbed her ass and groaned, “Fuuuuuuuck, you’re so wet…”
Draco rocked into her heavily, holding her wrists and her ass in place. The friction of the shelves behind her and his pelvis against her clit was exquisite. It made her want even more of him. Although she enjoyed their position, she felt like wrapping both legs around him to feel him even deeper.
It was almost like he could read her mind as he exhaled, “Other leg.” And did a lifting motion with the hand that was previously on her bum.
She looked at him questioningly – wondering if he could actually hold her up with just one hand – when he thrust into her so hard that her foot left the ground. She bit back a moan and lifted her other leg around his waist. Draco’s hand returned to her ass, and he pushed her against the shelf sharing her weight between the bookcase and his one arm.
With both legs wrapped around him, Hermione’s breathing quickened as she felt each thrust deeper than before. Draco grunted as he built up the pace, and Hermione rode him with the same carnal desire she saw in his eyes. She knew that it wasn’t just lust anymore. He had told her so, and even though she had yet to share the feeling she knew she was on the same page.
Had she not been on the verge of her own bone-shattering orgasm, she might have noticed him begin to lose his rhythm. There was no build up of waves this time. Her pleasure came all at once.
And it wrecked her.
The earth could have stopped spinning, the world as she knew it might even have come to an end, but she wouldn’t have seen it. Her eyes fluttered shut, and time slowed while she rode out her pleasure. Everything became white noise once she gave in to the mind-numbing orgasm that followed.
When she finally opened her eyes, she found Draco staring right back at her with a look that said it all. The enamoured wizard kissed his favourite witch passionately, and he continued drilling into her until he climaxed. He repeatedly crashed into her, and with his final thrust it was his turn to close his eyes in pure bliss.
The events that followed happened so quickly, Hermione barely realized what was actually going on. Draco had gone from looking about ready for some serious post-intercourse rest to shooting his arms up above their heads with seeker-like speed as she heard something crashing from above. Whilst rubbing her newly freed wrists she looked up to see that Draco was holding a fallen shelf full of books above their heads. She looked back at him in surprise and set her feet on the ground while he carefully slid out of her.
“H-heavy,” was all he managed to say, his arms now visibly trembling. Hermione didn’t need any more instructions to step out of the way. It was only once she was safely out of danger that he let the shelf drop to the floor.
Her eyes shot to the broken shelf at their feet and both student stared at it while trying to wrap their heads around what had just happened. It clearly weighed more than the both of them put together had somehow come undone and nearly fallen on top of them. Hermione was thankful for the blond’s seeker reflexes, as without them they would have faced serious injury or even death. The only thing however, that was nagging her at the back of her mind, was that Draco hadn’t been looking up when the shelf began to dive towards them. It hadn’t made any noise when it came undone from the rest of the structure. How did Draco know to raise his arms and brace himself for the fall at that exact moment?
Hermione scanned the shelf before her and the wooden structure up above. She did so multiple times before laying her eyes on the still breathless wizard who seemed to be clutching his wrist in an odd manner, “H-how did you...you didn’t see that...your eyes were closed?” Hermione asked skeptically, looking down at the huge shelf that mere seconds ago Draco was straining to hold above their heads.
“N-no, well I mean yes, of course I did.” Draco replied while looking down at his wrist, massaging it with his other hand. When he looked back up at her he seemed to notice that she wasn’t convinced so he repeated with a smirk, “Of course I did. What would your pretty little head do without my seeker reflexes?”
Hermione smiled, but she wasn’t fooled by his attempted humour. A second earlier he hadn’t even been looking up. He was coming with his eyes shut, and she knew he couldn’t have seen or heard the shelf fall from overhead.
She waited a beat, letting him read the scepticism in her expression and deadpanned, “Sure you did. And I’ll bet it’s those same reflexes that told you who’s winning the next quidditch match?”
“What did you say?” This time, it was clear: he knew she was on to him.
“Admit it, you knew that shelf was going to fall.”
When Draco looked back up at her from his seemingly injured wrist he finally conceded. “Fine.”
“You admit it?” She was taken aback and hadn’t been expecting him to give in without a fight. He usually went down that path when they bickered.
“Sure I’ll admit it. I don’t know how, but I just knew.” He spoke angrily, but Hermione knew better than to take it personally. Although she felt her curiosity spark once he admitted it, she chose her words carefully, approaching him with caution.
She gingerly took a seat beside him and whispered, “But how?”
“That’s the thing. I have no reasonable explanation for it, I just knew.”
It wasn’t the first time he just knew something impossible.
Draco got up and raised his arms with exasperation, “I should have known you wouldn’t let go of the thing I said about the quidditch game!”
Hermione didn’t say anything, and for the longest time Draco just stared down at her. She tried to keep her over-analyzing thoughts at bay as she watched a flurry of emotions dance across his face.
He must be feeling so lost, she thought to herself.
All of a sudden, without any indication of his intentions, Draco swooped down to kiss her. She returned his passionate embrace and made to get up, but the breathless wizard broke the kiss with a wince.
“What’s wrong with your wrist?”
“Umm, I might have broken it,” he stated blandly, letting go of it and watching it fall to a weird angle. “Yep, seems broken.”
“What?! Draco we have to get you to the infirmary!”

Despite all her protesting, Hermione was unable to convince Madam Pomfrey to let her stay by Draco’s side for the night. The mediwitch was unequivocal on the matter.
“He needs rest to help repair the shattered bones. Heavens, I thought you’d stopped playing Quidditch, Mister Malfoy?”
Hogwarts new power couple shared a knowing look. They didn’t know how to deal with the consequences of sharing the truth and had agreed that the official version was the work of a rogue bludger.
“Yeah, but it’s such a great sport. Wouldn’t you agree?” He said with his signature smirk and raised his bandaged arm. His attempt at humour was shattered by the wince that escaped his mouth after that simple movement. Madam Pomfrey had seen enough to promptly usher Hermione out of the Hospital Wing. The worried Gryffindor waved at her boyfriend, promising to be back first thing in the morning.

Draco eagerly took the Dreamless Sleep potion the Mediwitch handed him looking forward to a good night’s rest.
The night that would follow, however, held nothing of a good night’s rest as it was inexplicably still haunted by the most vivid of nightmares.
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