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Nights like This	By : ara51089 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8733 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: Hello, readers! This is the prequel/sequel to One Night (but One Night is not required reading for this story to make sense); it's been in the works for awhile. I've been writing it since I started One Night (and One Night has been finished and posted on AFF for quite some time) but I got hung up on a few places with this one. But no matter! It's finished and done. This is set during HBP and is pretty canon-compliant. Enjoy! Please leave any comments, ideas, flames, or praise!

Nights like This

            The gravel was cool and rough beneath Hermione’s fingers as she dragged her hand slowly along the wall. Pools of moonlight spilled over the floors before her as she walked like a somnambulist—steady, slow, deliberate— down the corridor. She couldn’t stand the common room anymore; Ron and Lavender had turned it into their personal snogging room. Every time she walked in they were there, connected at the face and pawing at each other. She’d been wandering the halls for an hour or so, her jaw set, eyes fierce. The sudden sound of footsteps dragged her out of her thoughts; she turned the corner only for someone to crash into her, causing her to stumble backward.

            “Watch where you’re going, Granger!” Malfoy snapped, straightening his shirt, “What the hell are you doing, you don’t have rounds tonight.”

            “Fuck you, Malfoy,” she hissed, glaring icily at him. He looked taken aback.

            “Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?”

            “A pathetic little slime, that’s what I’m talking to.”

            “Listen, Granger, don’t fuck with me, I’m not in the mood for it right now!”

            “Awww,” she laughed meanly, coming closer to him, “Is Malfoy stressed out? Poor wittle Malfoy.”

            As Hermione drew closer to him, he felt his annoyance giving way to anger; he didn’t know why she was acting like this, and he didn’t really care. He’d been working all night on the vanishing cabinet and all he wanted was for her to get the hell out of his way so he could get back to the common room and into bed.

            “Granger, listen. I’m not fucking around with you, get out of my way—“

            “Don’t tell me what to do, you son of a bitch,” she shoved him hard by the shoulders.

            Malfoy’s eyes widened in surprise as he stumbled backward against the wall; Hermione lunged to shove him again and he grabbed her forearms, pulling her forward.

            “What are you doing!?” he asked savagely as she staggered into him.

            Hermione glared up at him through shining eyes as she struggled to pull her arms away from him. Malfoy stared in confused anger as she stopped struggling and pressed her body close to his.

            “What is wrong with you, Granger? What do you want?”

            Malfoy’s grip slackened as her mouth crushed his; her now-free hands found the back of his neck and pulled him closer to her devouring mouth. After the shock passed, Malfoy got his strength back and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her away.

            “What the fuck?!” he gasped, “Granger, what—what are you doing!?”

            “Come on, Malfoy,” she growled; her breath was heavy and ragged and she gazed lustfully up at him. She pressed her body closer against him, her hips moving gently against him, “No one will ever know.”

            Malfoy pushed her gently away and took several steps away from Hermione.

            “Okay, let me get this straight, Granger…” he rubbed his forehead for a moment, thinking hard, “you want to…with me…are you fucking serious right now?”

            As he spoke, Hermione moved slowly toward him, her body shifting sensually back and forth and she began to gently unknot her tie. Malfoy stared disbelievingly as she removed the tie and started on the buttons. Malfoy bit his lip, still looking confused before grabbing her by the arm and pulling her down the hall. They crossed the entrance to the Room of Requirement three times and then entered. Malfoy stood for a moment, staring at the bed in the center of the room; Hermione snaked up behind him, her hands slithering up over his chest. He grabbed her hands and whipped around.

            “Granger, look at me. Tell me that you want to fuck right now. Say it.”

            “I want it, Malfoy, I want to fuck,” she said rapidly, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing her mouth close to his, “fuck me.”

            Holding Hermione tight around the waist, he lifted her up; she wrapped her legs tight around him and crushed his mouth with hers again. Hermione moaned against his lips as he carried her to the bed and laid her down. Laughing softly, she lifted her knees and let them fall open, causing her skirt to fall back. Malfoy gazed down at her for a long moment, breath heavy. Why is she doing this? He thought, still unsure.

            “Malfoy,” she moaned desperately, arching her back.

            “Listen to me,” he said sternly, kneeling down on the bed between her legs; he brought his face close to hers, his eyes hard, “You’ll use my first name, do you understand me?”

            “Yes,” Hermione gasped as she felt his hand on her chest near her throat; she felt a twinge of fear. “Draco, are you going to hurt me?”

            “Not unless you want me to,” he said shortly before ripping open her shirt to reveal her black bra.

            She gasped as she felt his hand slide down over her panties, rubbing her through the fabric. Her breath hitched as he ripped them away effortlessly.

            “Ohhh, Malfoy, you’re so strong,” she purred, her lids falling heavily over her eyes so only the whites showed, “I like that.”

            Malfoy smirked as he grabbed her by the crook of her knees, pushing her roughly up the bed.

            “What did I just tell you?” He growled close to her ear as he ruthlessly tore the bra away from her body.

A trill of fear coursed through her, making her heart pound. She didn’t think Malfoy would actually hurt her but the fear that he might excited her.

            “Mmm, I’m sorry, Draco,” She breathed, arching her body beneath him as she snaked her legs around his waist.

            Malfoy’s hand slid back down between her legs; his fingers slid easily past the wet, swollen lips to find the hard, engorged nub hidden between the folds. Her eyes flew open as he rubbed; she’d never been touched like this before and pleasure radiated from his fingers, spreading through the rest of her body like warm flames. She clawed at his back and pressed herself tight to him, breathing hard. Malfoy sat up suddenly pulling his hand away from her; she raised her head to look at him.

            “What are you—?”

            “Shut your filthy Mudblood mouth.” He demanded, forcing his wet fingers into her mouth.

            She moaned at the taste of her juices. Malfoy smirked again and pulled his fingers from her mouth, leaving a gleaming trail of saliva down her exposed chest. She watched as he slid off the bed, kneeling on the floor before her. Hermione’s breath shuddered in anticipation as he lowered his face between her legs. He devoured her, biting at the fleshy lips and sucking hard with his teeth at her clit. She groaned and cried out hoarsely, tangling her fingers in his sleek hair and pulling convulsively. He bit hard at her in retaliation and a strangled, throaty cry escaped her; her hips gyrated, pushing herself harder against his face. After several long moments, he pulled back, breathing hard.

            “Oh, God, Draco…” she whimpered, her hands relaxing against his head.

            Taking a deep breath, Malfoy dove back in, spreading her lips apart with his hands as he lapped at her. Hermione moaned gutturally as he sucked and bit relentlessly at her. Her eyes rolled beneath the half-closed lids as pleasure splintered up through her with such intensity she thought she would faint.

            “Stop, stop, please…” she gasped, her head lolling back and forth against the mattress.

            Malfoy pulled away and stood, gazing down at her as his chest heaved. Hermione gasped as her legs fell limp.

            “Can I see you,” she breathed, pulling herself into a sitting position and reaching out to grab his shirt, “I want to see, Draco.”

            His eyes hard and sparkling, Malfoy pulled his shirt over his head while Hermione eagerly undid the buckle of his belt. She yanked his trousers and boxers down, her eyes lighting up at the sight of his half-hard cock. Crawling closer to the edge of the bed, she licked her lips before gently tonguing the head of his cock. Emboldened by the soft moans she elicited from him, she took his entire length into her mouth; she placed one hand on the small of his back, pushing him closer to the bed. Malfoy’s breath shuddered and he placed his shaking hands on Hermione’s shoulders; he watched as she moved up and down, glistening streams of spit dripping from his cock onto the bedspread. She felt him becoming harder in her mouth. Pulling away, she quickly stroked him, the hard flesh hot in her hand and wiped her mouth with her other hand.

            “I want you to fuck me,” she whispered raggedly; she moved back to the middle of the bed, pulling the tattered button-up off of her shoulders and sliding her skirt down over her hips.

            For a long moment, they admired one another’s nude forms: moonlight streamed in through the curtains, illuminating Malfoy’s pale, lean body; creating deep pools of shadow in the delicate bones of his shoulders and the cut of his hips; glistening off the coils of dark blonde hair surrounding his cock. Hermione was shrouded in the shadow of the bed curtains, still standing on her knees, but Draco could easily make out the swell of her breasts, slender line of her torso and the gentle, wide curve of her hips and dark, downy triangle of curls between her slightly spread legs, slightly matted from her wetness.

            “Come fuck me,” she whispered invitingly.

            Malfoy kneeled onto the bed, reaching out to grab her roughly around the waist and slam her against the mattress. Moaning, Hermione laced her legs around Malfoy’s waist as he slid his cock into her slick opening. Malfoy’s hips pounded against her as he thrust brutally into her; leaning back on his knees, he lifted her up, pulling her closer to him, his cock sinking deep into her. Gasping through his teeth, Malfoy grabbed her legs at the thigh and forced her legs up, making her hold her lower body up off of the bed by hinging her legs over his shoulders. Holding on tight to her legs, he resumed his brutal thrusting. Hermione gasped and shouted, grabbing the headboard behind her as her entire body shook violently from the intense fucking it was receiving. Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, she thought incoherently; after a while she could feel her back beginning to seize up.

            “Ah, ahhh, God, Draco, stop!” she moaned.

            Putting his hands on her lower back, he pulled out and lowered her to the mattress. She lay gasping for air, her body limp.

            “Ohhh, God…my back was starting to cramp,” she breathed, running a hand sluggishly down her stomach, “I want to sit up.”

            Malfoy pulled her upright and onto his lap.

            “Better?” he asked shortly, his hands running down her back.

            “Yes—ohhh,” she moaned as his cock filled her up again; she wrapped her arms and legs around him, laying her head against his shoulder as he thrust up into her.

            “Granger, move your hips,” he hissed into her ear.

            Hermione’s back rippled in the moonlight as she rolled her hips hard against him. He moaned softly as he thrust up against her grinding hips. Sighing, he ran his hands down from her shoulders over her chest and torso as he laid flat against the mattress.

            “Ahh, fuck, Granger, ride my cock,”

            Repositioning her legs so she was on her knees, Hermione’s body moved like a snake; Malfoy gave a hoarse cry as she bucked wildly against him. He arched sharply, lifting his lower body. Hermione laughed breathlessly as she was raised up; Malfoy’s cock was so deep in her and she felt so full. Jolts of pleasure shattered her body as she moved hard and fast, her nails digging into his chest. After a long moment, Malfoy lowered himself, breathing hard through his clenched teeth. Hermione’s eyes rolled back as she lost herself in the frantic undulations of her body; she never wanted this to end, she wanted to ride Malfoy until she came and passed out, that’s all she wanted, it’s all she would ever want again, nothing had ever been more important than that. She screamed and growled loudly, sounding like a wild animal; her eyes opened and she leaned over, her face hidden in the crook of his neck, rocking her entire body back and forth, harder and faster. The bed creaked and groaned under the force of their movements. Hermione shivered as she heard Malfoy moaning and breathlessly muttering a long string of obscenities in her ear.

            “Draco, Draco, oh my God,” she could hardly talk for gasping. Her muscles contracted tightly around him and her back arched up, pulling away from his cock; hot fluid shot out of her contracting cunt.

            “Ohh, shit,” he gasped, looking down at his soaked stomach; Hermione was trembling violently above him, gasping and moaning loudly, her eyes squeezed shut, “You squirt, Granger?”

            “I don…I don’t know—I nev-never have be-before…” she was gasping hard, her legs going limp; she slid down until she was half-sitting, half-lying on Malfoy’s stomach and chest.

            “Shame. Let’s make it happen again.” He whispered savagely, grabbing her round the waist.

            Smirking devilishly, he pulled her limp body up effortlessly and tossed her down onto the mattress.

            “Ahahaha, you’re so strong!” she laughed, her eyes heavy-lidded; she pulled herself slowly up, sitting against the headboard.

            “Yeah, you like that?” he muttered huskily, running his hand down her stomach, “I’m gonna make you come the way you just did. All right?”

            “Okay,” she said nodding, “Can you do that?”

            “Probably. Spread your legs more.”

            She obliged and Malfoy slowly rubbed her extremely slick clit; she purred like a supremely pleased cat as he slid two fingers into her, quickly followed by a third. He pumped his arm with the same brutality he’d used while fucking her. Hermione cried out almost as if in pain, her knuckles white and tense, the delicate bones of her wrist standing prominent as she gripped the headboard above her. She felt his fingers hitting her G-spot rapidly and the same intense buildup of pleasure and the pressure in her loins.

            “Come, Granger, fucking come for me,” he demanded, using his other hand to rub hard and fast at her clit.

            “Ahhh, ahh God, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

            Malfoy pulled his hand away and sat back, watching in satisfaction as another stream of hot fluid fountained out of her. Her body shook intensely, her hips convulsing.

            “OhGodohGodI’mcomingI’mcoming,” she continued to mutter incoherently.

            “Did you like that, Granger?”

            “Yes!” she gasped, still holding hard to the headboard.

            “Do you want more?”

            “Yeeess,” the word sounded almost like a sob as she tilted her head back.

            He drew very close to her, his forehead touching hers; his eyes were hard and as she gazed into them she felt that exhilarating jolt of fear. He looked intense and threatening, like he wanted to hurt her. She felt his fingers slip back into her, three, four; and now his arm was moving like a jackhammer, assaulting her swollen G-spot. She didn’t take her eyes away from his; his eyes narrowed and his breath quickened as he muttered very low, ordering her to come hard. Hermione’s gasps gave way to short, ragged screams; she felt the hot liquid spilling out of her for a third time, flowing over Malfoy’s hand.

            “Oh, fuck!” she cried, her body shaking violently for a third time, her back hitting the headboard. “Oh, my God, oh my fucking God, stop, please, stop,”

            Malfoy pulled his hand away but kept his face close to hers. She shivered weakly beneath him, her breath shuddering violently. She lifted her head slightly, her lips touching his. He pressed his mouth hard to hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Moaning, Hermione snaked one arm around his neck, while the other went down to his slightly softened cock. He moaned, placing his hand on top of hers, applying more pressure as she rubbed the underside of his cock, from the head down to the testicles.

            “Lay down so I can fuck you.” He whispered against her lips.

            She smiled wearily.

            “I just need to stretch a little.”

            He watched as she stood, stretching a kink out of her back. She turned back to the bed; arms raised above her head, watching him sit back in the shadows of the bed, slowly stroking his cock. Hermione smiled again, bending her body left, then right. She spun slowly around, gathering her curls up on top of her head; her exposed sweat-slicked back glistened in the soft moonlight as she slowly bent forward. She heard him stand and come closer to her; she stood and moved backward away from him, smirking.

            “Come and get me, Draco,” she whispered, watching his eyes light up maliciously.

            He chased her around the room, letting her get ahead of him; he could see that being pursued and afraid excited her. Hermione jumped onto the bed to get to the other side of the room. They stood for a moment staring at each other from opposite sides of the bed before Malfoy tore around the side. Hermione tried to run but this time he caught her; she laughed as he grabbed her around the waist from behind and forced her to the floor.

            “Little bitch,” he hissed in her ear.

            “Yes, I’m bad, punish me,” she growled smiling as he pushed her onto all fours.

            She moaned as his cock entered her from behind; her hands clawed at the stone floor, gravel embedding itself into her knees. Harsh, rasping moans tore themselves from her with each thrust. Malfoy’s hands gripped her upper thighs tightly; one slid up the length of her shining back and took her thick mane of hair into a bundle in his fist. He pulled her head up by her hair, fucking her relentlessly. Hermione’s body curved intensely, her back dipping forward away from his thrusting hips, her neck extending back and towards him. Her eyes rolled back again as her hands slipped forward inch by inch; she could feel the gravel cutting at her hands and knees, though dimly as though through a great haze of intense pleasure.

            “Ah, ahh, ahh, oww, ohhh,”

            “What’s wrong?” he gasped, his pace slowing and his grip on her hair slackening a bit.

            “Nothing, don’t stop!” she growled.

            She rolled her hips intensely, groaning as she felt his cock hit her G-spot. Malfoy released her hair and her head fell forward, the freed hair tumbling over to brush the floor; for a moment Malfoy admired the shimmering stretch of her neck and back in the silvery light before sliding his hands underneath her. He caressed her swaying breasts before placing his hands firmly on the sides of her stomach. Carefully sitting back so he didn’t slip out he maneuvered Hermione onto his lap; her hair fell back into his face, musky with sweat. For a moment they were still, Hermione’s head thrown back, gasping heavily, eyes closed; Malfoy laid his head against her back, his arms wrapped around her stomach, holding her tight against him. Hermione drew her legs up, kneeling again, and began to move her hips once more. Sighing, Malfoy laid back once more, his back hot against the cool stone floor. He watched as she moved gracefully above him, her cunt sliding up and down on his shaft; dozens of half-formed thoughts ran through his head as pleasure splintered through him.

            How many times had he, infuriated with Granger’s cleverness and cheek, imagined finding her alone in a room, violently seducing her and using sex to break her down, make her scream his name and beg him for more? As he thought about it, fury surged through him and he grabbed her hair again, yanking it hard. Her cry sent a surge of pleasure through him and he pulled her roughly back so she was lying flat along his body. He held her tight against him, one arm wrapped tightly around her stomach, the other twisting in her hair as he whispered a spout of vulgar names savagely against her ear. Hermione moaned, trying to arch up but his arm kept her in place. Suddenly he pushed her roughly off of him; she rolled off of him, landing on her hands and knees. He got to his feet, gazing down at her with hard eyes.

            “Get up.”

            Hermione shuddered and tried to rise but she was shaking too violently. He reached down and grabbed her roughly about the waist; lifting her up he took her to the bed once more and slammed her down onto it. Hermione sat up, still shaking, now with a mixture of pleasure and fear. Malfoy looked intense and scary like he had before; he came forward now and grabbed her throat. Gasping in shock, she grabbed his hand; he wasn’t holding her tight enough to choke her but his hand being there send jolts of electric terror through her whole body.

            “Look at me.”

            She looked into his eyes; they were hard as stones and full of fury. He pushed her up against the headboard, his free hand roaming over her breasts and stomach. He felt her tremble under his hands and another surge of pleasure shot through him.

            “Say my name.” he ordered.

            “Draco,” her voice cracked as she whispered.

            “Say it again.”

            “Draco,”

            “Again!” his grip tightened on her throat, pressing her hard into the headboard.

            “Draco!” she moaned, real fear coursing through her now, “Please don’t hurt me!”

            Malfoy looked at her for another second or two before releasing her. He closed his eyes, taking deep, steadying breaths. This isn’t a fantasy, he told himself firmly, it’s a one night thing that came out of nowhere but it’s real and you can’t actually hurt Granger. He looked at her; she was still trembling against the headboard, breathing heavily; she looked very scared.

            “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said softly, “Come here,”

            Hesitantly she came forward into his arms; he pressed his lips gently to hers to reassure her that he wasn’t going to do real harm to her. Hermione sighed against his mouth and rose slowly to her knees, her arms wrapped loosely around his neck; he trailed his mouth down the length of her throat, feeling her shudder as he nuzzled the crook of her neck.

            “I like when you’re rough,” she breathed, “I just don’t want you to actually hurt me.”

            “I won’t,” he muttered, lowering his head to taste her breasts.

            Hermione slowly lowered herself down onto his lap. A low, satisfied gasp escaped her as his cock filled her. For a moment, they sat still, and Malfoy raised his head to look directly into her eyes. Excitement coursed through her again as she saw his eyes bright with passion and lust.

            “What do you want, Granger,” he demanded in a low whisper.

            “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me until I can’t move.”

            She gasped as he pressed hard into her, forcing her flat against the mattress. She moaned as his hips pounded against her, his mouth hot against her neck as he bit and licked her. Hermione’s toes curled against the sweat-soaked sheets as she wrapped her arms tight around him, nails digging into the hot flesh of his back. Eyelids falling shut, her brow creased as she concentrated hard on every single sensation—his body pressed tight against her, so tight there was no room between them; his warm breath against her neck and ear as he whispered savage, breathless vulgarities; his hot, hard cock penetrating deeper and harder.

            “Malfoy,” she gasped, the whites of her eyes flickering beneath her half closed lids, “ohh, Malfoy, I’m so close…”

            “Oh, fuck, Granger,” his breath hitched as she deliberately tightened herself around his cock, “Say my first name, say it, fucking say it,”

            “Draco, Draco, ohhh, Draco” Hermione’s entire body began to seize up and Malfoy pounded hard into her, struggling to hold back his climax.

            “Touch yourself, fucking rub your cunt, now,” he gasped.

            Hermione obeyed, rubbing her clit fast and hard, finally pushing herself over the edge. Malfoy moaned as his named tore itself from her throat, her orgasm sending currents of disorienting pleasure through her body. The muscles of her cunt contracted even tighter around him, pulling him in deeper and it was too much; he stopped struggling and let the orgasm overtake him. Hermione gasped as she felt him come inside her; it was so hot and wet and she moaned as his cock pulsed with each spurt. Gasping, they both fell limp against the mattress, completely spent. Hermione tangled her fingers into Malfoy’s damp hair and she sighed as she felt him grow heavy and still against her. Within a moment, his breath was steady and slow—he was asleep. She gazed down at him for a moment before exhaustion overtook her as well.

            A short while later, Hermione stirred, her eyes opening slowly. Malfoy lay on his stomach next to her, his arm lying across her stomach just below her breasts. She gazed at his sleeping face for a long moment before gently sitting up, carefully moving his arm so as not to wake him. Hermione stood, her body stiff and aching from the strenuous abuse it had just gone through. She limped rigidly to where her skirt lay on the floor and slowly eased it up over her hips. As she did, she saw with delight small smatterings of bruises on the insides of her legs and hip bones. Looking around blearily, she remembered that her shirt, panties and bra had been shredded. Bending down, she grabbed Malfoy’s shirt from under the bed and shrugged it on. She shivered pleasantly as his scent tickled her nostrils while she buttoned the shirt.

After a brief search, she found her wand—it had rolled across the room at some point—and she placed it flat against her lower stomach. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on a nonverbal contraception spell. The wand glowed a dim red for a moment, warm against her hand and stomach, before returning to normal. Before pocketing the wand, she transfigured the tatters of her old shirt into parchment and quill. She quickly scrawled out a note, leaving it on the bed and then quietly slipped from the room.

The sun was cresting the horizon when Malfoy finally awoke as well. Rubbing sleep out of his eyes, he stretched slowly; the night’s events flooded back and he sat up, looking around for Hermione. He saw the note lying next to him and grabbed it, holding it in the weak sunlight.

Malfoy,

Took your shirt. The room will give you a new one.

~Granger

As he crumpled the note in his fist, a fresh, folded oxford appeared at the foot of the bed. He dressed slowly, images from the previous night flashing through his mind. The whole encounter was otherworldly and hazy, like smoke slipping through his fingers and he wondered briefly if it had been a dream. But the note on the bed and red scratch marks on his back and chest said otherwise. Draco took one last look at the rumpled bed before sweeping from the room.

For the remainder of the day, whenever they were in the same room—be it the Great Hall or a shared class—Draco kept his eyes trained on Hermione’s face. He wanted to see if she would look his way, blush, smile, anything to show him that she too was thinking about their rendezvous. Quite the opposite: she looked fresh and alert (not at all the way you’d expect someone who stayed up having wild sex half the night to look), and was as aloof and cold towards he and his fellow Slytherins as any other day. Her chilly distance, though normal behavior on her part, inexplicably infuriated him. He knew as well as she did that there was an unspoken vow of silence and discretion between them but he wanted something, some kind of recognition that they had spent an intense, pleasurable night together.

When Double Potions ended, the students crowded at the door to leave the fumes of their concoctions behind; Draco edged in next to her. As the crowd pushed forward towards the exit, he placed his hand surreptitiously on her lower back, as if to brace her against the force of their fellow students. And in the rush of students, just before they breached the exit into the more spacious hallway, Hermione paused, allowing their bodies to brush together, much more than either one of them would normally allow. Draco felt validated in her physical signal and brushed quickly past her, his fingertips gliding across her back before disengaging himself from the crowd and sweeping down the hall. Hermione watched his back becoming smaller in the distance, and a smile touched her lips.

“What’s so funny?” Harry asked, shrugging his bag further up onto his shoulder.

“Oh, nothing,” Hermione said loftily, her smile broadening, “Just thinking about a silly dream I had last night.”

AN: So there we have it! I might continue this series just because it's 1. fun to write 2. pretty formulaic and therefore easy to write (in some ways) and 3. a fun opportunity to explore this side of Hermione that I've created. We'll see! Also, I know that there aren't that many people in their 6th year Potions class but I took some artistic liberties with that. I hope you enjoyed it and thanks for reading! Please review!
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