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Research Encounters	By : Vivian_Mirabilis Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 6606 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione spent the next few days working in her new private study room. Not completely private, of course - there was the tiny issue of having to share it with Malfoy - but it was only half as bad as she'd expected. He was rarely even there, and when he was he tried to mind his own business. Surprisingly, they had even been civil toward each other. They avoided talking, but they did exchange the basic 'hellos' and 'goodbyes'.
The concealing spell on the door to the room had actually began to wear off from the frequent use, so she did some research on how to repair it, and told Malfoy she would do it. He obviously didn't trust her, since he had insisted to be there during the casting of the spell. They agreed to do it at night, when the corridor was most likely to be empty
The charm had gone about halfway through, and the door was now mostly concealed, looking exactly like the stone wall. It needed about ten or fifteen minutes more to finish.
Suddenly, they heard footsteps approaching from the other end of the corridor.
"Shit! It's McGonnagall with Flitwick, they're coming this way," Malfoy whispered.
Chaotically, Hermione looked around and felt a feeling of terror slowly building up in the pit of her stomach. There was no way of silently opening the door in the middle of the magical procedure, and there was no other way to escape. In seconds, they would be discovered, along with their secret room. She looked at Malfoy to see him hastily trying to disentangle a small cloth packet from the folds of his inner robes pocket.
"Don't you dare telling anyone I own this," he hissed.
Hermione was shocked to find out that the item he had been carrying around and was now carefully unfolding was an invisibility cloak. The fact that it was illegal to own one did not bother Hermione as much as the realisation that there were only twenty of them in the whole world. She knew the Malfoys were one of the oldest and richest wizarding families, still she was surprised that Malfoy had come into the possesion of such an unique and precious object.
Hermione couldn't stop herself from asking, "Where did you get this from?!"
"None of your business," said Malfoy, "Now get in here and keep quiet."
Before she could protest, he grabbed her by the waist, turning her so that her back was touching his chest, and pulled the cloak over them. His left hand was firmly pressed to her abdomen, pulling her closer to allow for the cloak to cover both of their bodies. The cape was made for one person, so he had to bend his head down a bit, keeping his chin just above Hermione's right shoulder. With his other hand, Malfoy grabbed the outer rim of the cloak and in one swift motion he stretched it out and pulled it over to the left, making sure everything was safely hidden under the cloth. He placed his right arm over Hermione's body, gripping strongly onto the material to make sure it wouldn't slip out.
When Malfoy finished covering them up, they both froze, trying not to make any movements or sounds. Hermione was relieved to find out that even though McGonnagall and Flitwick had gotten considerably closer, they were still too far to had noticed the tussle of getting under the cloak. The professor's footsteps were now considerably louder, however, they seemed to be walking very slowly, captivated in their own conversation. After making sure the two of them were oblivious to her and Malfoy's presence, Hermione slowly began to become vividly aware of her own whereabouts. Her back was pushing into Malfoy's abdomen, and he was keeping her in place with both of his arms. His face was inches from her ear and she could hear his slow, regular breathing and feeling his breath on her neck was giving her goosebumps.
She could also smell his perfume, the fragrance was as luxury and elegant as the last time. She felt the pleasant warmth of his left hand on her middle, and his right arm... Oh Merlin, she suddenly become conscious that while he was holding the cape in his fist, he was pressing his forearm firmly against her breasts! She wasn't even wearing a hard-shelled bra that day, but rather a soft, lacy one instead. And her blouse was just a thin layer of cotton! She felt a flush of heat going down her spine. She know it was wrong on every possible level, but she couldn't help feeling turned on by the situation. She hoped and prayed her nipples weren't hard enough for Malfoy to notice, but sensing the familiar feeling of arousal between her legs, she was pretty sure that by then they were hard as rock. The only good thing was that he couldn't see her face, which was now crimson red from the embarrassment.
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Draco Malfoy was trying his best to fight his growing erection. He had a painfully delicious top-view on Granger's cleavage from above her shoulder. If not only for the fact that her big, heavenly breasts were squeezed together by her bra (it was black and lacy as he was pleasantly shocked to find out, looking inside her low-cut v-neck), they were also firmly pressed and pushed up by his very own right arm. And why, oh why, did her nipples have to be so damn hard? This was torture. Her sweet fragrance, familiar to him by now, was filling his nostrils, reminding him that the beautiful creature he was holding in his embrace was really her, Hermione Granger.
This realization should have been turning him off, but somehow it was doing the complete opposite of that. This definitely wasn't the first time he had been holding a girl in his arms, and those girls were usually wearing much less clothing than Granger was, however he felt had never been so aroused by something so simple before.
He was aware that his cock was now almost fully erect, and since Granger was firmly pressing against him, she was probably aware of that too. Merlin, that must have been the most absurd thing that had ever happened to him. How was he going to explain that to her? Could he laugh it off, with some cheeky phrase and his usual smirk? Probably not. The facts were, he was sporting a major hard-on for reasons that should only give one maybe to a sixteen year old virgin who hadn't wanked in a while. Pathetic. And so very embarrassing, too. How was that even possible? Malfoys simply didn't get embarrassed like that.
McGonnagall and Flitwick were getting closer, so he couldn't make any moves now. All he could do was accept his humiliating state and hope that Granger would be to distracted by the approaching professors to notice. How did it even happen that of all the women, he found himself so attracted to her? He had never thought it was a possibility, yet there he was, unable to stop himself from looking down her cleavage.
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The two professors slowly went past them, captivated in their own conversation, oblivious to their presence. Hermione waited until the two figures disappeared behind the corridor's corner and once they were gone, she bolted out of Malfoy's arms wasting not a single second. He was also eager to increase the distance between them, practically pushing her away from his chest.
For a short moment they just stood there, eyeing each other.
Hermione began questioning her feelings. She had always known that Malfoy had a hot body, but somehow she never imagined that she would ever come to such a close proximity with it. She used to think of him as a guy who other girls found attractive, because he was - objectively - handsome and physically fit, but she's never considered herself wanting him, not sexually. She hated his guts, and she was sure he hated hers. Yet, standing there in the dark corridor with him, she had to fight the idea of leaning forward and kissing him, roughly. Kissing him... what was she even thinking? If she had done that, the mocking that would have surely followed, would never have stopped. And there was another thing. Pressed firmly into his body, through his robes, she thought she might had felt his... erection? But that made no sense. He was not attracted to her, that thing was certain. He had told her that just this morning. She had to be imagining things, perhaps because of her own highly aroused state. She scolded herself mentally with disapproval. Was she really that desperate? Had it been so long since a guy showed any interest in her, that she was fantasizing about Malfoy, of all people, getting a hard-on just from touching her back with his body? With few layers of clothes in between them! That was a ridiculous thought, and she suddenly felt really sad about how pathetic she was, feeling attracted to Malfoy and subconsciously making up a world in which he was attracted to her too. She really needed to get out more, or she would surely end up living in a weird flat with eleven cats, watching soaps every day. Hermione cringed at the thought and her mind returned to reality.
"I-I think the spell should be finished...", she began. "The door is completely hidden now."
Malfoy simply gave her a quick nod, then turned and walked away without even saying 'goodbye'.
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