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Tussle	By : Ravengirl7 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 31455 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hermione sat in the Great Hall eating breakfast with Harry before Potions class with Professor Slughorn. Ron was nowhere to be seen, and Hermione purposefully didn�t ask Harry where he might be. Since Lavender Brown hadn�t returned to their room until three �o clock in the morning, she had a feeling he might still be in bed. The tosser.

After discussing what steps needed to be taken to complete the potion they had begun brewing the previous day, Harry started verbalizing theories about the Quiddich match between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff that would occur that weekend. Hermione tried to listen for the sake of politeness but her own thoughts kept intruding.

It had been three days since her confrontation with Malfoy after their Arithmancy class and she was still troubled. They hadn�t spoken since then, but instead of feeling relieved, she was uneasy. She repeatedly caught him staring at her in an unsettling way; like there was something, he wanted (beyond his apparent urge to snog her at inappropriate moments). She glanced over to Slytherin table just in time to see Malfoy drop his gaze back to a book laid out on the table in front of him.

Hermione bristled with irritation. Honestly, if he was going to stare at her when she wasn�t looking he should do a better job of it. He was a Slytherin wasn�t he? He had something up his sleeve, and she didn�t like it one bit. It was then that Harry�s questioning voice interrupted her brooding.

�Mione?�

�Yeah, Harry?�

�Are you alright?�

�Why shouldn�t I be?�

�You�ve seemed a bit� stressed lately. Oh and don�t tell me it�s because of the Charms exam on Monday because I won�t believe you,� he added.

�It�s complicated. I� I might be having� boy trouble.�

Harry sighed. �Hermione, I don�t think that Ron- �

�It isn�t Ron,� she said quietly.

Harry lifted his eyebrows questioningly.

�Well I mean there is Ron, but there might be another person that I maybe� fancy a bit. However, aside from the physical attraction I don�t think there�s anything there. I mean I suppose he has good qualities but he�s mostly too irritating for me to pay much attention to those. In addition, I�m positive he finds me equally bothersome. Moreover, we fight constantly. That and he�s a total git.�

Harry was unsuccessfully trying not to smile, �Ron 2.0 is it then?�

Hermione looked aghast.

�No! Not at all!� No, she wasn�t attracted to smug idiots who mocked her passion for learning. She wasn�t only attracted to blokes who she wanted to punch in the face� was she?
Oh fuck it all!

�Harry Potter, you are a terrible person.�

�Take it easy, Hermione. I don�t think our friendship could withstand it if you hit or snogged me.�

Hermione groaned in exasperation and slumped over onto the table. Harry laughed good-naturedly and patted her shoulder. �I�m just kidding �Mione, come on, let�s go to the dungeons.�

Hermione picked up her school bag and slung it over her shoulder. She looked at Slytherin table and it seemed Malfoy had already gone to class. When she reached the classroom, she saw why he had left the Hall early.

Hermione was halfway to her seat at the front of the class when she noticed Malfoy was not in his usual place. Normally he sat in the front row on the opposite side of the room from her. Today he had taken the seat behind where she usually sat. She balked; something was definitely going on, but Harry had already seated himself and was looking back at her expectantly. Obviously, Malfoy�s new seat didn�t alarm Harry one bit and it seemed silly to put up a fuss. She took her seat and started to lay out what she would need to finish her potion as Harry went to retrieve their flasks. Hermione already had her cauldron lit before class had begun.

At the last possible moment Ron dashed in, looking like he had taken about ten seconds to get ready. His eyes were a little bloodshot and he yawned loudly, but otherwise he looked very pleased with himself. Bastard.

Professor Slughorn finished his notes on the chalkboard. �All right students, today we will be finishing our clarity potions. Please continue with the brewing and follow the instructions carefully!�

Hermione emptied her flask into her cauldron, stirring the potion to make sure it heated evenly. She was glancing at the text to ascertain whether her potion was the correct shade of green when, suddenly and subtly, her knickers vibrated. It wasn�t strong and had lasted only for a moment but they had definitely vibrated. Hermione froze. What on earth? No, he wouldn�t.

She looked over her shoulder. Malfoy was calmly stirring his potion. When he noticed her looking at him, he met her gaze. The corners of his mouth turned up into a troublesome smile. Oh no. His wrist moved, and as he manipulated his wand underneath the table her knickers gave her another jolt. This time it was strong enough to make her gasp.

�What�d you say, Hermione?� She felt her cheeks go pink as Harry spoke to her.

�What? Oh nothing Harry, I just think I stirred my potion a little too much!� Her voice squeaked as another strong vibration hit. This was terrible! What was she going to do?

Another little quiver caused her to squeeze her eyes shut. It wasn�t helping that her body was really enjoying this. Her knickers were starting to cling to her dampening sex, causing her to feel the sensation more strongly.

Draco had now turned the intensity down to a low buzz, but it was constant. It wasn�t intense but oh Merlin was it insistent. She tried to just ignore it and continue working.

She huffed irritably. It was a stupid and filthy little charm, but unfortunately, she couldn�t counter it without sticking her wand up her skirt. There was no real subtle way of doing that. She would just have to be patient until she could just get out of range of the spell.

At first she was able to carry on brewing, but the vibration gradually became more intense until she was gripping the table with both hands and trying desperately not to pant like a complete wanton. He suddenly shifted the spell to deliver short, strong, rhythmic, pulses and Hermione had to stifle a moan.

�Are you all right �Mione? You don�t look well.�

Hermione wasn�t sure she could open her mouth without making some kind of definite sexual sound. Trying to gather the small amount of composure she still had, she got control of her voice. �I�ll be fine Harry.�

�You don�t look fine, do you have a fever?�

Hermione flinched away as Harry reached out to touch her cheek. She was terrifyingly sure that if anyone touched her she would explode.

Checking on the state of everyone�s efforts, Professor Slughorn stopped in front of her cauldron and frowned. �Miss Granger, your potion is in a wretched state. My goodness, are you quite alright?� Oh, shit on everything. Professor Slughorn and Harry were looking at her, trying to figure out what was wrong, and she just couldn�t take it a moment longer!

�Actually, if you could excuse me,� she said quickly.

She snatched her bag and whirled to leave, bumping into Malfoy�s table behind her as she darted from the room. Thank goodness, it interrupted the spell; she wasn�t sure she would have been able to walk otherwise.

She ran down the corridor, around a corner, and tucked herself into a niche behind a statue. She leaned back against the cool stone.

Oh she was going to kill him! That stupid shit! She groaned despairingly. Wonderful. Now she was riled as all fuck and it wasn�t even ten �o clock in the morning yet! It turned up another notch when he came around the corner.

�Well Granger you knocked my potion over and spoiled these robes. Now I�m going to have to start all ov-�

Whatever he was going to say had been cut off when she seized him by the collar and pulled the taller wizard�s face down to her own level.

�I am going to kill you!�

She shoved him back into the stone as hard as she could and then, tossing her bag to the side, gripped his hair in one hand and kissed him� well mauled him was a more accurate description. He made several noises of distress and discomfort which she decided to ignore. She actually bit him rather hard at one point.

�Fuck Granger!� He pulled his mouth away from hers, his bag slipping off his shoulder to the stone under their feet. He would have made a run for it, but she still had a death grip on his hair, and Draco had never had a very high pain tolerance.

�You are not going anywhere! � She hissed in a voice that was downright intimidating. �You are going to finish what you started!�

He looked at her with a sort of frightened confusion that would have made her laugh at another time. �Wha- What now?�

She released him and unhooked the front of her robes, panting lightly. She released his hair and let her hand stroke the side of his face down to his shoulder. She stepped in close and tilted her head back. �Touch me,� she ordered in a low commanding tone.

Draco gaped at her hardly believing his ears.

�I said �touch me� you thick-witted dolt,� she purred, running her lips along his jaw.

Not needing to me told twice, Draco groaned as he slid is arms around her, under her robes. They began to kiss again, this time with more passion instead of anger. Draco�s hand tentatively slid up Hermione�s side. With a groan of frustration, she placed her hand on top of his and moved it over her breast, causing them both to moan with pleasure.

He began to squeeze her gently, feeling her soft body with only the thin fabric of her shirt and brassiere between them. Hermione gasped at the sensation. It had been quite some time since a hand, other than her own, had touched her this way. She reveled in the sensation his eager hand caused.

Draco briefly worried about his technique, but she seemed to be enjoying what he was doing. And he? If Slytherins were capable of giddiness� giddy would have described what he was feeling. His other arm was around her waist to keep her close to him. He could feel her hard nipple under the fabric. He shifted his hand so he could rub and circle it with his thumb causing her to whimper softly.

One of her hands tugged on his sleeve. She slid her hand over his again, guiding it down her body. He was dismayed at first, thinking she was done with him, but quickly became incredibly excited and apprehensive when he realized where she was leading him. She led his hand to her lower belly, just above her most intimate place.

�Touch me,� she panted eagerly. Briefly wondering how a bloke was supposed to deny a request like that, Draco let his hand glide down to her thigh and back up underneath her skirt. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and he felt her shift her legs apart to give him access. Watching her face to be sure, it was what she wanted; he gently let his fingers slip from her upper thigh over to her knickers. He exhaled sharply as he touched her.

�Oh!� Hermione exclaimed. Letting someone place his hand there was a completely new experience for her. He slid his fingers back and forth over her already excited body. She murmured incoherently into his shoulder as he let his fingers play over her. She made a high-pitched noise in her throat as he slipped is hand inside of her knickers.

He moved his hand down her damp slit and slowly eased one of his long slender fingers inside of her. She held on to him more tightly as he slipped the digit in and out of her. She reached down, adjusting his hand so that his palm rubbed her clit as he moved his hand.

Draco was enthralled with watching her face as he touched her. Her eyes closed as she concentrated on the sensations he caused. Her lips parted as she made soft noises, leaning her head against him. Her hips were moving with a gathering urgency and her words became more coherent.

�Oh! Oh yes��

He smiled genuinely, who knew Granger could be so positive? She gave a sharp sudden cry and then sighed as her body relaxed completely. She probably would have fallen over without his arm around her waist. She smiled; Draco was quite sure he had never done anything to make her do that before. He removed his hand from beneath her skirt to wrap it around her shoulders.

The moment was broken as a nearby class finished and all the students poured into the hall.
Hermione jumped, her eyes popping wide open. Draco snatched his wand from his pocket and hastily cast a concealment charm. That, combined with the dark corner they had secreted themselves in, insured they were unnoticed. They remained frozen, too afraid to move, until the hall cleared.
Hermione let go of the breath she had been holding. Malfoy slowly let go of her and leaned back against the wall in relief. Hermione�s brain was already going a mile a minute. She was so stupid! How could she have let herself be carried away like that! Nevertheless, did she wish it hadn�t happened? No, she knew that she would have done the same thing repeatedly if she got the chance. However, this business was too risky to continue with a person like Draco Malfoy. She needed assurances.

�I need to think,� she muttered, half to herself and half to him. She grabbed her bag and exited the alcove. Thank goodness, she had a free period. She could take the time to figure out what she was going to do. She closed her robes and took a staircase that would lead her to the upper levels.

Draco watched her go looking slightly lost. �But! But I�m still�� He glanced down at himself and grumbled unhappily. He closed his eyes and rubbed his hand across them in frustration. So much for making Granger suffer. Well it was a good thing he had a free period. Positioning his school bag strategically, he hurried back to his dormitory.
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