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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 12

"We tolerate each other. We have not actually fought for weeks."

"That is progress, Mione." Ginny said happily her eyes bright. Hermione gave her a small, knowing smile. Ginny sat next to Harry on one of the loveseats in the Gryffindor Common room and Hermione knew in confidence that her red-headed friends giddiness did not stem solely from Hermione's relationship with one Head Boy. Mostly it was because Harry's leg was touching hers, discreetly of course but the contact was there.

Ron shook his head, staring up at her from his position on the floor, his back resting against the front of the couch. "You seem agitated after every time you see him. He still gets under your skin doesn't he?"

Hermione nodded carefully as she physically forced her expression to remain neutral. She could not smile, she could not smile…"Almost every night."

"He is still Malfoy. Stubborn and full of himself." Harry added absently, most of his attention still on the Weasley beside him.

Her lips quirked at the corners, "Drives me crazy."

Ron frowned, his brow creasing as he spoke. "I wish you did not have to put up with him. It must be hard."

She managed not to snort. "Thanks Ron."

He gave her a wide smile and shrugged, "What are friends for?"

Hermione laughed softly as she stood. "I need to go." Trying to regain feeling in her legs she stretched before she took a step. How long had they sat here? Ages. She missed this, the lazy nights in the common room wasting the minutes by talking and laughing for hours on end. It had been a good day.

All three whined and objected practically in unison, "What for? Don't go!"

"I have rounds!" She grinned at her friends and grabbed her bag from where she dropped it on the floor. "See you tomorrow!" She turned her back to them before they could say more. If she let them, they would keep her there for another 20 minutes and then she would be late. She definitely did not want that…

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Draco walked quickly, each stride made with purpose. He was running late, Pansy and Blaise had kept him longer than he had expected and the idea of Hermione glaring at their common room door, waiting for him to appear almost made him flinch.

His steps echoed within the stone halls, the sound haunting and filled with accusation. He should have paid better attention to the time. Had he not berated her the last time she had been late for rounds? He was sure he had. He picked up his pace as he finally emerged from the cold dungeons. Unfortunately, he still had a long way to go. He could almost feel each second ticking by, taunting him. He strode past several classrooms and the portrait for the Gryffindor common room, still contemplating his immediate distress when something grabbed his arm at the crook of his elbow and gave a hard yank. Draco stumbled to the side and into the nearest open door, his hand instantly wrapping around his wand when his would be attacker pushed his back against the wall behind him and halted his progress with a sharp rap against his knuckles. He hissed in pain but quickly realized that something was not quite right. Or…not quite wrong.

Soon a warm, slim body pressed against him and slammed his shoulders back, forcing him to stand straight with the back of his head flush with the wall. Despite the small pain the action generated, a smile curled his lips as he recognized the feel of achingly familiar curves.

"You are late, Malfoy." Hermione scolded angrily, her mouth just inches from his ear. Her hot breath on his skin sending a shiver of anticipation down his rigid spine. "What a little hypocrite you are." She whispered harshly even as she brushed over his frantic pulse with her lips.

Draco laughed softly then, his hands searching out her wrists and once found his cold fingers wrapped around the fragile bones to gain the leverage to push her away far enough to meet her eyes. "What the hell are you doing?" He asked, his tone lighter than he preferred.

A smirk tugged at her mouth, "I got tired of waiting." She glanced down expectantly and managed to grind her hips against his, a thrill rushing through her at the sound of his guttural response.

Draco growled at the friction and released her hands so that she could collapse against him once more. Hermione took the opportunity to run her palms over his chest and abdomen, touching and teasing the way she knew he liked. "Flitwick's classroom?" He questioned, only semi interested in her answer as he began to nibble her jaw line, fully intending to continue his descent.

Hermione nodded once, "It was unlocked." She gasped as his clever fingers caressed her breasts through her button down shirt. "His own fault really."

Draco's chuckle was muffled against the skin of her collarbone as was the sentence that followed, "We have rounds…"

Hermione arched into him, demanding his touch. "Later." She moaned aloud when he slipped one of his hands under the fabric of her skirt and sought out the wetness between her legs.

"Fine by me." Suddenly he pulled his hand out and pushed her away. Hermione stumbled backwards, only saved by his grip on her shirt. She met his eyes, her lust heightened by what she found there. Such chaos of emotion, swirling and writhing within the depths of his silver eyes.

They had never named this, never even attempted to. Weeks had passed but instead of tempering the flame, time seemed only to amplify the heat they shared. She told her friends that they did not argue much anymore but the truth was that they did not argue at all. Every time they disagreed, suddenly they would find themselves unable to speak, tangled limbs and tongues disintegrating any argument that might have followed. Sometimes she would catch herself staring, following him across the room. She would watch as he studied or worked and something within her would tighten. He was graceful and strong, his every movement made with purpose and ease. He was articulate and smart, funny and inexcusably sexy.

A low sound returned her to the present and she allowed Draco to physically tear her blouse from her body. She grinned wickedly as his gaze fastened to her newly revealed skin and his hand moved to the top of her skirt, pulling it down roughly. When he straightened, Hermione stood before him naked, proudly.

Beautiful. Draco thought even through the haze of his lust. In a rare moment of confidence he had learned that he was one of two men that had ever been graced with this glorious sight and something deep within him insisted that he also be the last. Often, as of late, he would catch himself wondering why the idea of Hermione writhing beneath another man angered him so. It made his fingers itch for violence. Usually he would tighten his hold on her until the moment passed and he was able to fall asleep. Still, it nagged at him. Why did he care?

Tearing himself from his thoughts, he grabbed the object of his desire by her shoulders and spun her round. With a firm hand to the small of her back he forced her to bend at the waist, leaning her over the nearest desk in the classroom and presenting her succulent ass to his appreciative eyes. Her only protest was ignored as he worked quickly to release his suddenly raging erection from its confines and summarily plunged into her from behind.

He could be gentle later.

Hermione did not seem to mind; she pressed against him as he thrust into her, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips. She cried out and threw her head down, her forehead resting on the cool surface of the classroom desk as Draco ravaged her from behind. Over and over he buried himself within, a moan escaping his throat as her walls contracted around him. So tight.

Hermione reached behind her and tore his hand from her hip, dragging it in front of her, over her breast, down her stomach, "Touch me." She urged hotly, releasing her grip on his hand so that it was poised over her aching core.

Draco groaned and rested his forehead on her back between her shoulder blades as he complied eagerly. His fingers began to stroke her slick folds, rubbing over her swollen clit as he drove into her from behind. He could feel his own release building, his balls tightening as his pleasure rose to new heights. Each moan she gave him made him thrust harder, faster. He wanted to hear her scream; he wanted her to come undone around him, on him, for him.

Hermione felt the change in him, his breath quickened and his thrusts slowed, tortuous and determined. He was close. She reached behind her and grabbed the back of his thigh, her nails scraping over his skin as she let herself go. She knew he would follow her over the edge. A shockwave of pleasure rolled over her as she came around him, milking him and encouraging him to follow suit. Satisfaction enveloped her when he moaned her name, releasing inside of her as she rocked her hips against him.

"I should…" He tried to catch his breath, "Be late…" He pressed a kiss to her back, "More often…"

Hermione laughed heartily, collapsing fully on the desk to relieve her trembling arms. "Maybe you should." She felt him pull out of her and rolled her head from side to side, "Who said you could go?"

Draco snorted and slapped her backside, chuckling at the way she scrambled to face him, "We have rounds you minx." He put himself back together with shaking hands, struggling with the zipper and button of his slacks.

Hermione sauntered over to him then, stark naked and sexy as hell. She wrapped her leg around his calf, smirking at the groan he gave her, his eyes sliding shut. "What are you-"

She reached down, palming his twitching member as she reached for the zipper. She pulled it up and used both hands to wrestle with the button. Finished with her task, she released him but not before she crushed her lips to his quickly and just as quickly ended it. She backed away and glanced down, "Clothes would be beneficial right about now." She winked at him.

Draco shook his head, "Depends on who you ask."

"I am not asking, Malfoy." She searched the floor until she found what she was looking for. She stepped into her skirt and shimmied it up and over her hips, smoothing it down with both hands as she watched him out of the corner of her eye. He was enjoying the show; she smiled just as she caught sight of her torn shirt. "It is a good thing I am a witch. How many shirts would you have ruined by now had I not the magic to fix them?"

"It is not my fault you wear tops that I cannot simply pull over your head."

"You could unbutton them!"

He shrugged, "Where is the fun in that? Besides-"He closed the distance between them and cupped her bare breasts in each hand, his thumbs flicking over the peaks; sending shots of pleasure all the way down to her toes. "You like it when I am rough."

Hermione let her head roll back as he kneaded her and placed a few kisses to her throat. "Mmm." She purred, feeling bereft the moment he pulled away. She drew herself up, said a quick spell and donned her shirt before she looked at him again. If she had not, they might not make it out of the classroom and what would Flitwick say if he found them entwined on the floor in the morning?

No, it was best that she refrain from tackling him again until they were safe within the confines of their common room. Perhaps the bathroom? She bit her lip, the shower….

12 weeks down and not enough to go…

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