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No Problem	By : BranowynIvy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8847 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Week Nine

Hermione awoke with a start, her eyes popping open to stare at the ceiling. She shifted her position in bed as her mind re-played her week with Malfoy in her family home over and over again.

What time was it? She glanced at the window in her room at Hogwarts to find that night still held. Needless to say, she had been waking up this way for several nights in a row. She pulled the covers down to her waist, sighing in relief as the air cooled her heated skin. After their night together, her parents had returned and they silently decided to forgo any discussion about what was happening between them until a later date. He managed to behave himself around her very Muggle parents and the time flew by without a hitch. Yet here they were 2 weeks back at Hogwarts and the subject had still not come up.

Her brow creased as she thought back to those last few days at home. Malfoy had withdrawn the second her parents walked through the front door. Something nagged at her though. Just before, during their last minutes alone it had seemed….like he wanted to say something. Even later as they watched each other from across the room there was something in his eye, something different from the day before. Whatever it was, he never got the chance to say it and now there was little more than silence between them.

She knew that he would not start the conversation. His pride and ego would not allow it. Would hers? Could she really finish out her final year at Hogwarts having tortuously sweet dreams about over-heated encounters Draco Malfoy? She closed her eyes tightly; squeezing them shut and shook her head from side to side. The worst part of course was that she wanted more. Often she wondered if he had cast a spell. Had she drank something? No…it wasn't all consuming like a love potion. It was slow. It made her toes curl and her skin tingle. It didn't overcome her. It teased her, taunted… Even now she could feel the seemingly ever present moisture between her thighs and that had been from just a dream. A hot, vivid dream that she hoped she could resume when she fell back asleep. Groaning aloud she squeezed her legs tighter together, crossing her ankles as she willed herself back to sanity. This could not continue. Whatever this was, they had to address it.

Maybe she would find the courage and humility to talk to him tomorrow. Maybe.

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Hermione had not been able to find Draco the following morning before classes. She had rushed through her routine, putting herself together as quickly as she could and yet when she was ready he was nowhere to be found. She had knocked on his door, looked for him in the common room and had even gone to breakfast with an eye out for him. It figured that when she had found the resolve to talk to him he disappeared.

Finally she spotted him in potions, seated at his usual desk with his usual partner Blaise Zabini. She frowned at his back as though he would be able to feel it and turn around to ask her what was wrong. Right. He didn't even glance her way.

Class began and Professor Slughorn rattled on about the potion they would be making but by the time he was finished Hermione realized with a sick feeling in her gut that she had not heard a word he said. She looked down at her as of yet unopened potions book and began to panic. She did not even know what page they had been on. Stealing a glance at Ron's side of the desk only made her anxiety rise when she met the backs of his eyelids. Sleeping. Wonderful.

Everyone around her had retrieved their cauldrons and had begun to gather their ingredients. Could she just watch and try to match their actions? That wasn't cheating…was it?

"Miss Granger. Is something amiss?"

Hermione jumped in her seat and spun to face the body from which the sound had erupted. Slughorn. She began to squirm in her chair as a blush bloomed on her cheeks, "I- I think-"She was stuttering as she grasped for the right words with little success.

Professor Slughorn frowned at her as he pushed his askew glasses back up the bridge of his nose, "Miss Granger, what potion are we working on?" His brow arched as he waited for her reply, disappointment practically oozing from his pores.

She opened her mouth to speak but found that she could form no words. What would she say? She didn't know the answer! "Potion…?" She glanced nervously at Ron who had finally stirred and now blinked dazedly at her, oblivious as usual. She would find no help from him. She only had one option and it made her physically cringe. Frantically she searched for something to say, anything…A few long seconds ticked by before her shoulders slumped in defeat. "I don't know." She mumbled with shame. How did this happen?

What happened next made her blood boil beneath her skin almost instantaneously. A snigger. Usually she would think nothing of the sound. Surely she expected some laughter and amusement on behalf of her moment of disgrace but this was different. This sound was more familiar to her than it had any right to be. She had heard it a thousand times before and she knew exactly who it came from.

"What was that?" Malfoy nudged his snickering Slytherin friend, "She doesn't know? Impossible!" He feigned shock as others joined in his laughter. "Daydreaming, Granger?" He gave her a cruel smirk.

Hermione's nails dug into her palms as she watched in outrage. Their eyes met. How. Dare. He. She did not know what happened between them. Hermione admitted this openly. She didn't know if it meant anything or if it had changed anything but she had not expected this. Blatant disregard. Every touch, every kiss and every word. He did not have to love her, he did not have to even like her but he did have to respect her, if only in public. Her jaw clenched.

If she had been anyone else, she would have drawn her wand and made sure he felt the knife he had twisted in her gut as sharply as she did. Instead she rose from her seat and broke their connection to face Slughorn. "Excuse me, Professor." She did not wait for his response. She didn't care.

When she was in the hallway and free from prying eyes she exhaled her pent up breath in a rush and she slammed her back against the wall of the empty hallway she had found. What was this? Why did Malfoy being Malfoy upset her so much? Because you thought- No. She had been stupid to think that anything would be different.

"Granger?"

Her whole body tensed as his voice found her. "Malfoy." She growled his name; anger seething from her as the name hissed passed her teeth. Draco walked to her slowly, stopping at an arm's length away. "Why aren't you in class?" She asked angrily, fervently wishing he had stayed in class and away from her. He shrugged and his nonchalance made her wand hand twitch. Her eyes narrowed, she wanted answers. "What was that?"

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "What?" His irritated tone grated on her.

She pointed towards the potions room. "That, in there. Back to business as usual Malfoy?"

He shook his head, his brow creasing. "What was I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, how about not being an ass. Just an idea."

His arms fell back to his sides, "You made a fool of yourself and I reacted how I always do. What is the problem?"

"The problem? Really? The problem is that you are Head Boy and I am Head Girl and we cannot treat each other that way in public." Her finger tapped against her chin and her eyes widened sarcastically as though she had an idea, "And the fact that you fucked me, twice might have something to do with my irritation, Malfoy." She stepped forward, surging into his personal space. She placed both hands on his chest and pushed him back a step. "What? I am good enough to shag but not good enough to show some common decency?"

He swiped at her hands and pushed her back. "How am I supposed to act? It is not like we ever talked about it. Besides, I am doing you a favor. What would Potty and Weasel think if they found out about us? Fuck, Granger if you wanted something different from me, you should have said something."

"First of all I should not have to tell you not to bully me Malfoy. Despite what most people think you are in fact human so stop acting like monster. Second, I think you are more afraid of what the other Slytherin's would think. Imagine if they found out that you shoved your cock into a filthy Mudblood! What a scandal that would be!"

Draco growled low and stepped closer, forcing her back against the wall behind her. "Great, let's shout that a little louder. I don't think everyone heard you!"

"Is that it? Are you embarrassed about what happened?" She snarled back; the knife in her gut twisting a bit further and she turned her face away.

He slammed one of his hands against the wall beside her head and her eyes shot back to his in fury. "No! I don't care what they think. Do you?"

She shook her head once, "No! But you certainly do act like it. You have been avoiding me like the plague since that night." She countered scathingly.

His brow arched, his expression accusing. "And you haven't? Don't act so innocent Granger, I know better."

Hermione pounded a fist against his chest in frustration. "I wasn't avoiding you! I just- I didn't know what to say!"

"Neither did I!" His other hand slammed against the wall, boxing her in.

They watched each other, so close they could feel each breath as the tension built between them until it was tangible. Draco's eyes fell first, caught by the sight of her tongue wetting her lips. Hermione followed suit, visions of what his mouth could do overwhelming her. She wanted to stay angry! He humiliated her, pretended that she disgusted him, that she was inferior. She knew better though. His breathing had quickened and she knew if she ran her lips over the pulse in his neck it would be racing. He wanted her; she could feel the growing proof against her hip. She let her anger slip. Just a fraction. "No more ridicule."

A smile tugged at his lips.

A little further. "We cannot tell anyone about this until we actually know what the hell it is. So not a word. To anyone."

His hands moved to her shoulders, his thumbs drawing small circles absently.

"Malfoy?" Her anger dissipated fully.

He nodded slowly, deliberately. "Agreed."

Hermione kissed him the split second he had finished his response, her hands slipping behind his neck to hold him to her. She was aching for him. Draco tugged at her bottom lip, begging for entrance and a low guttural sound rushed through him when she allowed it with a whimper. He let his palms roam, his fingers teasing through the fabric of her clothing as he pressed his throbbing length against her, grinding into her with satisfaction until….Class was over.

The sound of doors opening and voices and steps began to flood the halls. Draco and Hermione sprung into action, instantly breaking the kiss and smoothing their disheveled robes. Draco smirked and Hermione blushed, their eyes holding as a confusion of emotion played over them. Before long students overwhelmed their previously private space and they turned their backs.

Briefly Hermione touched her fingers to her lips as a small smile graced them, she would see him in Transfiguration. Just a few more hours.

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Draco could not name what he felt over the next few hours and if he was being honest with himself, he did not want to. He did know that he was frustrated with himself and his actions. What had made him slip back into his cruel and unfeeling persona in potions class? They had come so far. Lately their silence had been almost comfortable and the fabricated affable relationship they had built had begun to transform into something more tangible. So why had he taunted her? He did not …feel that way towards her anymore but the words had tumbled from his mouth before he could stop them. At that point, he had to see it through no matter the way she was watching him, her eyes filled with some undefined emotion. Emotion for him. He shivered at the idea of her. The way she had crushed against him eagerly, her breasts tormenting him as they pressed against his chest. He felt a rush of heat spike through him and clamped it down, that is until he stepped into Transfiguration.

He was late. He had taken longer than usual to traverse the hallways as he fought the urge to find a bathroom and relieve himself to the many mental images he held of the object of his desire. Hermione. She sat alone, her usual partner nowhere in sight. His feet moved on their own and he could not stop them. Suddenly, he was taking a seat beside her at the back of the classroom, his thigh brushing against hers as he made himself comfortable.

All eyes were on them, including a frowning McGonagall at the front of the room. The hush was eerie and short lived. When everyone concluded that they were not going to burst into a fit of rage at the presence of one another their attention shifted back to McGonagall. Hermione sighed and relaxed slightly as she glanced at him.

"What are you doing?" She whispered worriedly, her gaze shifting nervously.

One corner of his mouth turned upward, "Sitting…listening." He twisted in his seat so that his knee rubbed against hers, "What are you doing?"

"You never sit here."

"Well, today I do." He looked at her quickly, "I came in late so I sat in the back. That is not unusual."

"It is for you!" She shot back, quietly as she could.

He shrugged, "What are they going to say?"

"Rumors have been started by less."

"So what? They are true aren't they?"

Did this amuse him? She rolled her eyes, "That is not the point. We agreed not to tell anyone about…this…until we knew what-"

He broke in, "And we won't. Now be quiet before you get us in trouble."

Hermione glared at him but her mouth snapped shut. How could she possibly concentrate when his leg was pressed against hers beneath the desk? As the class progressed they pulled out their quills to take notes and their hands brushed, sending a veritable shock wave through her. She stared at her hand, frowning.

Taking a deep breath she put her quill down as an idea dawned on her. A wicked, horrible idea that she should quash before she did something she would regret. But… She took a quick survey of the room and found that all backs were turned to them. The students beside them had their noses pressed down in concentration as McGonagall explained something from the front of the class room, scribbling on the board before her. No one was looking, no one would see.

Excitement coursed through her the instant before she touched him, her fingers brushing over his wrist. Draco froze and turned slightly in his seat, their eyes met. Her lips quirked into a saucy grin, one brow arching in what? Challenge? She rubbed her calf against his and ran her hand over his forearm, eventually dropping below the table. Hidden from view, her fingers caressed his clothing clad form from rib cage to waist and then over his clenched abdomen.

He could take a challenge. Trying to hide his amusement as he set his own quill down, he followed her lead and let his opposite hand fall beneath the desk while the other remained palm down on the desk. He reveled at the sight of her eyes peeling wide, her mouth dropping when he trailed his fingers down her waist, over her hip to rest on her thigh just above her knee. She shook her head discreetly and he smiled sinfully, shrugging as though he did not understand her meaning. Right.

Heat and anticipation pooled low in Hermione's belly. Surely he wouldn't…

Ignoring her objections, Draco's fingers moved further, tugging the hem of her skirt up tormentingly slow as he searched for the source of the heat he felt. Her breath hitched in her throat as a blush stole over her features. "Stop…" She whispered breathily, her lashes fluttering as he brushed over her middle.

He mouthed the words. Make me. Then cupped her mound through her panties before slipping inside of them, almost laughing aloud at the way her body went rigid, her eyes closing against her better judgment.

Encouraged and more than excited he touched her, dipping his fingers into her core to gather some of her moisture before returning to the hardened nub that he knew ached and throbbed. He brushed over it and she hissed, the flush from her cheeks traveling down her neck and disappearing under the collar of her shirt. She bit her lip, her hand clutching his thigh painfully. She shook her head again, almost pleadingly as his fore finger tormented her gently.

Draco ignored her silent entreaty and circled her in a steady tortuous rhythm. Every so often he would tease her entrance and press against her clit until she undulated against his hand. Keeping an eye out for any unwanted attention he continued his ministrations with determination. He would finish this game she started.

Hermione was close. She could feel her pleasure mounting and threatening to topple her. She had to stop this and yet she made no move to do so. He slipped a finger inside of her and it took all she had not to moan her appreciation. Almost there. He pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger and with a few more short jerks of his talented hand she came for him. One of her hands clutched the edge of the desk, her nails digging into the wood as the other held his thigh for added support. Pleasure washed over her in wave after wave as his fingers prolonged it with a few well timed strokes. Somehow, she managed to remain silent and upright though she didn't know how. She could taste the blood she drew from biting the inside of her cheek so harshly. Eventually she came down from her high, chest heaving, eyes heavy. Her eyes darted to his waist, lust clouding them anew as thoughts of reciprocation danced in her mind.

Draco removed his hand and caught her gaze as he brought it to his mouth and sucked her juices from each finger quickly before he let it fall back to the desk. He smirked triumphantly and then picked his quill up again. Like nothing had happened.

Hermione trembled still but she followed his lead, deciding that she would get him back later when the aftershocks of her orgasm desisted.

9 weeks down.

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