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Lessons and Obsessions	By : LennaNightrunner Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 84546 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CHAPTER THREE: RESEARCH

Hermione had expected (with a combination of horror and
excitement) that as soon as they had finished sealing the contract, Malfoy would want to throw her down on Professor Binns� desk and do whatever he wanted to her until she didn�t
have enough brains left to be Head Girl. However, as soon as the spell was
complete, he had simply said, �I�ll see you around, Granger,� and left the
room.

She pondered this unexpected turn of events at the library
the next day. Ron and Ginny were doing their homework in the Common Room, but
after everything that had happened, Hermione felt like being alone. It was
usually easy to get some privacy at the library on a Sunday, and Hermione
thought she might as well try to do some reading as long as she was avoiding
company.

Yet somehow company found her. After only a few moments of
analyzing her encounter with Malfoy the previous
night and pretending to read a book on Ancient Runes, Hermione became
uncomfortably aware that a person sitting at the table behind her was staring
at her. She abruptly put down the book she had not read a word of and looked
around.

�Malfoy!
What are you doing here?� she hissed in a loud whisper, glaring at him. Just
because she had agreed that he could, erm� pursue her didn�t mean that she would let
him keep her from studying (although his presence didn�t seem to be necessary
for that).

�I sit at this table all the time, Granger.� Malfoy replied in a low, teasing voice and smiled at her.
�You just never notice because you�re too busy getting wet over runes and
historical facts.�

Draco had, in fact, been sitting at that table on a regular
basis since sometime during his Sixth Year, watching Hermione study, both
consciously and subconsciously. Even while researching ways to kill Dumbledore,
part of him had been watching her. He probably shouldn�t tell her that. It
might put her off.

Hermione�s face turned bright red as she stifled an outraged
reply, wary of a scolding from Madame Pince.

�How dare you?� she stammered, moving over to stand
near his table so she could berate him without getting into trouble.

�How dare I watch you, or how dare I talk about you getting
wet? Because I thought both of those things would be perfectly acceptable under
the terms of our contract.� Draco could not have looked smugger if he had
tried.

Hermione flushed again and searched for a reply as Malfoy grabbed her hand and gently pulled her towards him
as he stood, surreptitiously looking around for nearby students.

�Just because we agreed that you could...� Hermione searched
for a non-embarrassing euphemism, �educate me, that doesn�t
mean that you can do whatever you want whenever you want!�

Draco waved away her protests as he led her to a secluded
corner of the library and behind a tall stack of books. �I think, Granger, that
you�re forgetting a key element of this arrangement: the fact that you�re going to do what I want because it�s what you
want.�

Hermione looked around at the tall bookshelves, confused as
to how she had ended up there. She had been too busy being furious with Malfoy on the way over to notice where they were going.

�Malfoy�What
are we doing back here?� Hermione looked up at him suspiciously as he steered
her up against the wall. What could he really do in the library, though?

�Learning,� Draco smirked and placed his hands on the wall
on either side of Granger, creating a sort of cage. He leaned his head down and
pressed his lips against her neck slowly and softly, closing the gap between
their bodies.

Hermione�s knees felt weak, but she struggled to stay
focused. He couldn�t be serious! �Malfoy, you can�t!
The contract says no one can find out. There are people here!�

Draco rolled his eyes and pulled his head away from her neck
to look at her. �It�s Sunday. The only person here besides us is Pince; everyone else has a life.�

Hermione looked around nervously and saw that Malfoy was right, though his insinuation that she �had no
life� stung a bit, and she frowned at him. His face was uncomfortably close to
hers and she was starting to think that it might have been much less nerve-wracking
if he would have just taken her on Binns� desk the
day before and had done with it.

�Still, this isn�t what I had in mind�� she protested.� Malfoy cut her off
with a warning look.

�I don�t care what you had in mind. We agreed that I could
do things my way. You wouldn�t be trying to go back on our deal, would you,
Granger? I thought smart, sweet little Hermione was never dishonest�� His voice
mocked, enticed, belittled, flattered all at once.

Hermione�s entire body shivered at hearing Malfoy speak her first name. She couldn�t recall a time
when he had ever said it before. She was surprised he even knew it. The way he said it made her knees weak again and it was so hard to
think with him so near.

�No, I� I�m not saying that, I just�� she stammered, �I�m
just nervous� that�s all.�

�How precious,� Draco chuckled darkly as Granger�s cheeks
were stained with a blush so different from the way they flushed in anger.
�Don�t be ashamed,� he brought his lips within an inch of hers and whispered, �it�s okay to want me.�

His words were finally working against him. If only she
could ignore his smell and his closeness she might have been able to summon up
the laugh that was hiding at the back of her hazy consciousness. What an
arrogant prat!

�You don�t know what I want, Malfoy.�
She tried to pour as much hatred and loathing as possible into his name.

Draco considered her for a moment, drawing his face away
from hers slightly as a thought occurred to him.

�You�re right, Granger, I don�t.� Hermione looked up at him,
confused about his meaning. �But I know how to find out.�

Malfoy slowly pulled his wand out
from his pocket and Hermione reflexively reached for her own, put on her guard.
Malfoy chuckled and restrained her wand hand gently
with his left hand before her fingertips had touched the handle of her wand.

�Tsk, tsk,
why is everything a fight with you? Just be a good little girl and cooperate
and I promise you won�t regret it.�

Hermione suddenly knew what Malfoy
was going to do, but fighting him was hopeless. Harry had never been good at Occlumency, so he hadn�t been able to teach Hermione how to
do it properly. She didn�t know exactly what she was afraid Malfoy
might find; all she knew was that she felt defenseless, and it frightened her.
Her mind was her safe haven, and he was going to break into it and take
whatever he wanted like a thief. It was low, even for him.

Malfoy raised his wand and said the incantation, �Legilimens!�

Hermione shut her eyes tightly as random memories flashed
before her, being sifted through and drawn out expertly by Malfoy.
It was no surprise that he was an excellent Legilimens,
having been so close to Snape. There was no way she
could even begin to defend herself. How could she have been so stupid? She
wasn�t even sure of why he had been allowed to come back to school after what
he�d done. He could still be a faithful Death Eater, and here she was letting
him get at not only her body, but also her mind. He could get any information
he wanted on the Order, on Harry, on anything that might be useful and then
give it to Voldemort. For all she knew Harry�s life
could be in her hands right now and she wasn�t doing a
thing to protect it.

Draco smirked as he navigated his way through Granger�s
memories, doing her the courtesy of not dwelling on the ones he wasn�t looking
for so that she might maintain a certain level of privacy. She was struggling.
She didn�t trust him. She probably thought he was going to take some valuable
information on Potter. She clearly didn�t understand his situation in relation
to the Dark Lord. And if he did more than get exactly what he wanted right now,
she would never let him near her again. Luckily, he knew what he was doing. At
that moment, he located the very recent memories he had been hoping to find.

Granger was in her bed, alone, touching herself. Malfoy was irritated that he couldn�t see her better
through the �eyes� of her memory, but he moved on to what she was thinking
about. She was imagining that stupid blood-traitor Weasley
kissing her breasts, fingering her. Malfoy�s lip
curled up into a sneer at the ridiculous notion that Weasley
could even find his way into a pussy. Then Draco saw another fantasy: Potter
was hilt-deep between Granger�s delicious-looking lips, fucking her mouth.

Draco was not happy with this image either. He pounded his
fist into the wall with a growl and Hermione squeaked in fear and surprise, but
he kept searching. He was glad to note from some of Granger�s other memories
that Potter had never actually gotten his hands on her, but jealousy still
prickled inside him. The next image, however, made him chuckle with delight.
That Weasley girl was making a meal out of Granger�s
clit. The Gryffindor Princess had quite the imagination, after all! She would
definitely be fun to play with.

Draco was about to end the spell, assuming that these three
fantasies would repeat, and disappointed that he was wrong about Granger
fantasizing about him. Suddenly, a flood of images came to him all at once, as
if Granger had been trying to hold them back. A dream version of himself had
Granger pinned up against the wall. He was kissing her, grabbing her breasts,
hiking up her skirt, fucking her hard and fast against the wall until she was
screaming his name and begging for more.

This is what Draco had been hoping to find. This little
fantasy proved that he was definitely getting to Granger, with barely any
effort at all on his part. He practically purred when he saw what effect
Granger�s fantasy about him had on her. Well, at least his dream counterpart
was getting the girl off.

Draco whispered �Finite Incantatem�
and lowered his wand, grinning in triumph.

Malfoy had not looked at anything
except her fantasies. He had not used her for information. Hermione trembled
between his arms, feeling as though she had just dodged a bullet. Even if he
hadn�t looked for anything dangerous, she didn�t know if she could forgive him
for this intrusion. She tried desperately to look anywhere but at him, but he
gently held her neck right under her chin so that she couldn�t look away.

�I told you not to be ashamed of what you want,� Malfoy brushed Hermione�s hair out of her eyes as he
restrained her. �I�ll forgive you those misguided fantasies about Potter and Weasley because you�ve had no real men to focus on,
and because I was quite entertained by that little imagined interlude with the Weasley girl, and lastly because you eventually came around
to the right way of thinking in the end.�

Hermione wanted so badly to scream to Madam Pince for help, to report Malfoy
to Professor McGonnagall for using Legilimency on her, to slap him across the face like she�d
done years ago and never speak to him again.

�Don�t� ever�� Hermione was shaking with anger, �do
that again� without my permission.�

She glared fiercely up at him and it was Draco�s turn to be
rendered speechless. Her fury had blindsided him. She was passionate even in
anger. That was probably what had drawn him to her. Not wanting to be outdone,
however, and not wanting her to think that she had made him feel he�d done
something wrong, he rallied.

��I suppose I�ll just
have to find some way,� he slid a hand down her side and rested it on her
waist, �to get your permission next time.�

Hermione was unmoved by his touch. �You might have just
asked,� she said in a cold, quiet voice.

Her eyes were still burning into his, and Draco had to shake
off her gaze. �But you�re just so adorable when you�re angry,� he
drawled in feigned amusement.

Hermione ignored his taunt. �Think about what you
just did for one second.� Hermione�s glare was like ice. �You�re a Death Eater.�

�Ex-Death Eater,� Draco corrected her impatiently.

�It doesn�t matter! You could�ve stolen information on the
Order and Harry! I can�t believe I agreed to this. I knew I couldn�t trust you,
but I didn�t think you�d go this far�� Words could not describe the anger she
was feeling towards him, towards the Order for protecting him, towards herself
for being so foolish. She paused and looked up at him, trying to control
herself. �Why should I believe that you�re on our side?�

Draco shrugged. �The Order believes it. That should be good
enough for you.�

�All I have is your word on that!� exclaimed Hermione,
exasperated.

�If you don�t believe me, go talk to one
of them. I�m not hiding anything,� Draco replied calmly.

Hermione had not expected such a quick, reasonable answer.
She knew at the back of her mind that there was no way Malfoy
would have been allowed back at Hogwarts without being cleared by the Order.
Still, she promised herself that she�d speak with Professor McGonagall about
this later. She let some of her anger abate, but did not let down her guard.

�Is that it? Now that you�ve violated my mind, can I go?�
She poured as much disdain into these words as she could muster.

Draco had to bring this back onto his ground. He wasn�t
going to apologize for knowing how to get what he wanted. He hadn�t hurt her or
taken any valuable information. And it would benefit her, too, in the end. She
would thank him for it later.

�Well, it�s really up to you, darling,� Draco�s expression
was suddenly very serious, �but I hope you understand that your mind isn�t the
only part of you I intend to �violate.��

Draco slid his hand from Granger�s waist up over her right breast
and massaged it gently through her shirt, smirking in satisfaction as the Head
Girl�s eyes slid shut in pleasure in spite of herself. He should�ve done this ten minutes ago to shut her up. He moved closer to her
until she was pinned between his body and the wall behind her.

Hermione was afraid to open her eyes, knowing that Malfoy was probably sneering at her, laughing at her for
how easily she gave into him, even when she had been so angry. Why was he doing
this? They hadn�t even kissed yet. It was as if he was trying to show her that
she would let him do anything to her, even when she was angry with him. Even when she hated him. And her traitorous body was proving
him right.

Hermione was so preoccupied with her shame and fury at both
herself and Malfoy that she was shocked to suddenly
feel warm lips pressed against hers for the first time since she and Viktor had
stopped seeing each other two years previously. No one that cold should feel so
warm. For a moment the kiss was everything Malfoy was
not: soft, warm, gentle, chaste. And then he forced his personality into it
without warning.

Draco had to stop himself from growling in triumph as he
claimed Granger�s lips, pressing his body as close to hers as he possibly
could, relinquishing her breast so he could steady them both against the wall
with hand and tangle his fingers in her hair with the other. She was moaning
softly: in surprise, protest, or pleasure Draco couldn�t tell, and didn�t care.

She didn�t kiss back at first, and then she tried, timidly.
It was cute, really, how overwhelmed she was. How she couldn�t keep up with the
voracity with which he roughly parted her lips with his tongue and plunged it
between them, tasting her mouth for the first time. She�d have to learn how to
match his pace quickly.

Then Hermione recovered from the initial shock of the kiss
that had become rough and demanding. Viktor had never kissed her like this; he
was always slow, gentle, almost awkward. This was
completely new. It was so rough and primal and sexual that she felt her body
responding immediately. She began to play with Malfoy,
learning to match him, challenging his power over her. All of her remaining
anger was forced into this kiss, transforming into passion. She began to suck
on his tongue when it plunged into her mouth, to nip at his lips every now and
then as if hungry for more. Finally, she worked up the courage to press her
body back against his and wrap her arms around his neck, tugging on the short
blonde locks at the back of his head.

Fuck yes, that was more like it. Draco ground his hips into
Granger�s mercilessly, ignoring her gasp of embarrassed
recognition as she felt his stiff cock pressing into her thigh through their
clothing. By Merlin, she had a delicious mouth. Draco broke the kiss abruptly and
examined the girl�s reddened, kiss-swollen lips with satisfaction. He was
momentarily stunned as her eyes fluttered open, half-lidded with lust, black
pupils nearly drowning out the honey gold. She really had grown into herself
over the years. But Draco couldn�t get carried away. He was going to make
Granger want him so badly that she�d be putty in his hands, and that would take
time.

Hermione gazed into Malfoy�s eyes
in confusion, frowning in disappointment at the loss of the kiss, dazed by its
intensity. When he didn�t move or speak, she began to feel insecure.

�Was I� bad?� Hermoine grimaced,
wanting approval in this subject as if it were any other.

Malfoy shook his head in disbelief
and chuckled. �I knew you would be fun, Granger.�

Before Hermione could think of a response, Malfoy had released her, fixed his hair, and walked out of
the library.

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A/N: Thanks to all of my new and continuing readers! I�ve
gotten some amazing feedback and a lot of good ideas so far.

Coipje�I�m glad you liked it!

PotterEntourage�Thanks for the
copious amounts of love! I�m really glad you like my Draco, because I already
adore him. Also glad you were pleased with Hermione�s interlude. I would
certainly be honored to be nominated for an award and hopefully all future smut
is satisfactory. Keep letting me know what you think!

ilke�As always, you are amazing. I�ve already responded to most
of your comments about chapters one and two, so I hope you enjoyed chapter
three!

paigeey07�Thanks so much! Love to you too! I hope you
continue to enjoy the story!

Dreamweaver�I�m so glad you like the interplay between the
characters so far. I only hope it�ll be even more engaging and convincing as
the story progresses, and I�d be very interested to see what you thought of
chapter three, since there was a lot of tough interaction to write with the
dialog and legilimency, etc. Thanks for reading!

kazfeist�That�s an excellent point
and I was worried about that in the first couple of chapters, but I hope that
now that you�ve (presumably) read chapter three, all of your fears about
Hermione not knowing that Draco is under the protection of the Order will be
(at least mostly) alleviated. You have correctly discerned that the just-sex
relationship will be difficult to maintain for both sides of our couple. It is
always the case that it is very difficult to create a reasonable explanation
for why Draco and Hermione would ever be involved with each other, but I hope
that my explanations are satisfactory. The challenge is part of the fun!

Eklyptz�Thanks! I hope you
continue to enjoy it!
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