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/ / indicate Draco’s thoughts.

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Chapter 9: Catching Fire

Draco trudged slowly to the Potions classroom. He hardly got any sleep last night. An owl came from his father, and the message brought him crashing back to earth.

[Draco,

I certainly hope you are not doing anything I wouldn’t approve of.]

/To hell with you, Father./

Granger certainly kept him from closing his eyes.

He didn’t feel like himself. If anybody comes up to him and asks him what he was, he knew that he only had one answer.

/Confused./

In reality, he wasn’t sure what came over him yesterday. It could very well have been the unidentifiable mush they served at breakfast. Or maybe there was something in the rain that made him act as foolish as he did.

He was nothing like his usual self yesterday, and he regretted it.

Sort of.

He regretted that pathetic display he made at the Great Hall, showing his impatience and jealousy in front of the entire school.

He regretted nearly losing control of himself.

He regretted actually admitting to Miss Prissy that he loved her.

And that he regretted the most.

He regretted being mushy. And to think Granger was present during that pathetically sentimental moment.

/Although one can’t really control what he feels, can he?/

As soon as he was able to truly think things through, he was completely mortified. He wanted to strangle himself, if such a thing was possible. And strangle Granger, too, while he was at it.

But then he remembered Granger’s neck. And how sweet and soft it was.

Admittedly, he regretted a great plenty things he did, and thought, the day before.

But by God, he didn’t regret kissing her.

And kissing her.

And kissing her, and kissing her, and kissing her.

Oh and dear heavens, that neck.

But whatever high he was in yesterday morning, it all but disappeared along with the sunlight. The warm and fuzzy feelings hightailed out of him after dark.

He felt awful.

He was pissed at the Weaselette for being a first class bitch. He was pissed at Pothead and Weasel for, well, living. He was pissed at his father for dampening his bloody good fun. He was pissed at Granger for being so distractingly sexy.

And he was pissed at himself for falling for her.

A little.

Of course he still was, after all, Draco Malfoy. The sexiest, best-looking, richest, if a tad bit too narcissistic, guy in Hogwarts. Why should he settle for that disgusting little Mudblood?

/Why? Hmm. . .let me see. How about that neck?/

When Draco was with a woman, while some guys tend to neglect the part, he always paid attention to the neck. And he had gotten his share of luscious necks. But speaking from experience, Hermione Granger had the most delicious one. Worthy of craving, of desire. Even his.

He mentally kicked himself for thinking such thoughts.

/Not now./

He entered the classroom and sat down. Pansy was about to sit next to him when he bared his teeth and snarled at her. The pug-faced girl rolled her eyes heavenward and sat at the seat behind him. She leaned closer and purred in his ear.

‘Wanna ditch this hellhole? There’s a broom closet next door.’

Draco turned his head slightly to look sardonically at the girl. ‘I know of the broom closet next door. I’ve done a good many bitches like you in it. No thanks. I’m not in the mood for sluts today. Maybe tomorrow.’

Pansy glared at him fiercely, but he merely tapped his fingers on the table.

‘What the hell is the matter? Are you turning impotent?’ Pansy asked hotly.

He heard Harry and Ron sniggering loudly. Apparently they heard the Slytherin girl talking because they were now clutching their stomachs, falling over with laughter.

Behind them stood Hermione.

And she looked hot.

/When is she ever not?/

Before he had a chance to continue with that train of thought, Snape entered the class and announced something about a random potion and being paired with someone outside your house.

He couldn’t even pay attention to the head of his own house, for Granger’s profile proved to be more interesting than the uses of kelpie hair. Her cheeks were flushed, mouth slightly open.

She untied her robe and fanned herself.

‘It’s so hot. Why is it hot?’ This she asked to no one in particular. She just resumed ridiculously fanning herself.

Snape must have noticed him looking, for he chose that exact moment to call out his name.

‘Malfoy.’

He lifted his gaze reluctantly from Hermione to meet the professor’s eyes. ‘Yes, sir.’

Snape smirked a smirk that could very well have been copied from him.

‘You pair up with Granger.’

Draco didn’t know what he wanted to do more: hug the creepy teacher or smack him.

He did neither. Instead, he looked over at Granger and sneered.

‘As if I have a choice.’

Hermione groaned and shared a glance with Pothead and Weasel.

/She’s a better actress than I thought./

She stood up and plunked down at the seat beside him. She crossed her arms and curved her lips into a pout.

If anything, her actions only made her more appealing.

She started fanning herself again, and before Draco could say anything, she loosened her tie and unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse.

/No way./

Her blouse parted to give him a view of her smooth neck.

She stretched, as though her back hurt from all the sitting.

Draco’s jaw nearly dropped. He was treated to a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. The curve of her soft creamy breasts only served to entice him.

He could feel the arousal coming.

She really was feeling hot. Sweat glistened on her chest.

He pictured himself licking the sweat away, kissing his way around her breasts, sucking at her until she could do nothing but moan his name over and over.

The thought got him harder.

He groaned out loud.

That got her attention.

She regarded him for a moment, then smiled. She pretended to reach for something behind him. In the process, her mouth met his ear. She moaned softly, and nibbled at his earlobe.

He looked around. Luckily for them, everyone was occupied in his own work.

/Good. Nobody saw./

This has always been one of his fetishes. Seduction in the classroom, in the presence of so many people going about their boring lessons, always seemed so exciting.

Of course, doing it with your worst enemy makes it a million times sexier.

He placed his hand on her waist and let it run lightly along her hip. He slid his fingertips along her thigh, slowly.

/Damn these robes. Damn this bloody class./

He parted her robes near her knees, and slid his hand inside. He skimmed his fingertips on her inner thigh, making lazy circles along it. She moaned from the back of her throat again, no longer faking it this time.

Draco looked around once more. All were oblivious to their scandalous activities. He smirked at her.

He took his hand away and she whimpered faintly.

‘Shh. . .’ he whispered.

He looked at the potion recipe and pretended to study it intently. He licked his finger and ran it along her thigh once more. Hermione drew in her breath sharply and bit her lip. The higher his damp finger went, the harder she bit her lip.

‘Pretend you’re doing something,’ he ordered in a low voice.

‘Alright.’ Her voice was husky with the desire she felt apparent.

She took random bottles, flipped pages, stirred the cauldron. Anything to make it seem as if she was intently doing something. All the while, Draco still feigned interest in the potion recipe. He licked his lips, his finger not ceasing on its upward journey.

It reached its destination, and he felt her knickers.

Hermione jumped a little. Draco smirked.

Her knickers were soaking wet.

/Obviously I’m not the only one who’s aroused./

He traced a line along her opening. He slipped his fingers past her knickers and flicked gently against her swollen nub.

Hermione was gritting her teeth now. Stirring the cauldron, she closed her eyes momentarily and ground her teeth. A look of pained ecstasy briefly crossed her features.

He teased her slowly, brushing his fingers tortuously along her inner thighs. He looked at the girl’s face. Her mouth was open, her breathing quick, yet silent.

He was hard beyond belief. Throwing her onto the floor and driving himself deep within her molten wetness seemed like a good idea. He could only imagine the disbelief in all their faces as she clutched at his shoulders, moaning for him to go harder.

Slowly, he moved his fingers in circular motions within her moist folds. He thrust a single finger deep into her, moving it with agonizing slowness. He pressed harder into her, slipping in and out with a beguiling rhythm. He slid a second digit within her. Her wetness made it all so positively easy.

Hermione stirred the contents of the cauldron so frantically, a look on rapture on her face. At the back of his mind, Draco wondered why no one has noticed them yet.

Well, for one thing, to anyone who looked, they just looked like they truly were concentrating on their work. From the view of anyone in the room, Draco’s hand was by his side. Of course their table hid everything.

/This must be my lucky day./

A bead of sweat was enticingly on the verge of falling down Hermione’s forehead. Before he could stop himself, he leaned closer to her and licked the drop from her brow, brushing her sensitive nub with his finger while doing so.

She groaned in pleasure.

Loudly.

Everyone turned to look at them.

He snatched his hand away from between her legs.

Her face blushed a deep crimson. ‘Now look what you’ve done Draco! You ruined the potion!’

He couldn’t identify if the blush came from embarrassment, or his touch.

/Perhaps both?/

Everyone merely shrugged. Even Potty and Weasel. They all went back to minding their business.

Focusing his blazing gaze upon her, he brought his fingers up to his nose and inhaled her scent.

Hermione licked her lips.

‘Thanks for the idea,’ he drawled.

He took his fingers into his mouth, and sucked leisurely. Sliding his middle finger in and out of his mouth, he mimicked his actions of earlier. He winked at her before whispering.

‘Let’s get out of here.’

Draco half-expected her to shake her head and decline, though the lust was evident in her eyes, in her body, and on his fingers.

/She’ll stop this. She’s reasonable enough./

To his pleasant surprise, though, she nodded and licked her lips again. She pressed her body closer to him and rubbed the growing bulge in his pants using her knuckles.

A sly smile spread across her face.

‘There’s a broom closet next door.’
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