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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Hermione_Granger/Draco_Malfoy
  Character:
      Hermione_Granger, Draco_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Book_6:_Harry_Potter_and_the_Half-Blood_Prince
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-31 Words: 1520
****** Is This Real ******
by selinakyle47
Summary
     Draco catches an emotionally vulnerable Hermione after curfew. Or so
     he thinks.
Notes
     Written quite a while ago for a fic fest on LJ and previously posted
     on FFN.
Ron leaning over Lavender, her lips rosy and swollen, eyes sparkling with
delight.
 
A freckled hand tangles in her hair as he pulls her close for another kiss—
 
Stop it! Hermione screamed inside her head. It was no use. No matter how much
she tried, she couldn't erase the images playing over and over again in her
mind. Wrapping her arms around her shivering form, she sighed as she examined
her surroundings. The abandoned, dusty classroom wasn't as comfortable as
Gryffindor's common room, but it was better than being forced to watch the two
of them maul each other. "Fuck them", she whispered before wincing slightly at
the profanity that slipped out. It was a silly reaction, of course. No one else
was around to hear her.
 
"Fuck them!" she shouted, her anguished cry bouncing off the stone walls and
making her ears ring.
 
"Really, Granger. Don’t they teach manners in the Muggle world?" a voice
drawled from doorway. Draco Malfoy stepped out of the shadows and leaned
against the wall, an ever-present smirk on his pale face.
 
Hermione's eyes narrowed in irritation. "Spying on me, Malfoy? Why am I not
surprised?"
 
"Hardly. Just doing my duty as prefect." He tapped the silver badge on his
robes before spreading his hand out in front of him and lazily examining the
gleaming signet ring on his middle finger. "Can't say the same for you. Out
rather late, are we?"
 
Perhaps coming here wasn’t the best idea after all; she just wasn't in the mood
for his games. "Just leave me alone," Hermione said quietly as she turned away
from him.
 
"Now why would I do that?" Draco asked silkily as he sauntered towards her
perch on the teacher’s desk. “As a prefect, it’s my duty to help students in
need.” That earned a barely-concealed snort of disbelief from her, one that he
apparently chose to ignore. He stood little more than an arm’s length away from
her, far enough that she couldn’t accuse him of invading her space, but close
enough to make her pulse beat more quickly.
 
“And clearly,” he continued with some amusement, “you’re in need.”
 
Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione searched for her discarded robe and the
wand that lay underneath it. It was too far out of reach; besides, she was
unwilling to give Malfoy the impression that she was in any way threatened by
him. Instead, she threw back her shoulders and glared at him defiantly, forcing
herself not to edge away from him.
 
“I don’t need anything from you. I was doing quite well until you came along.”
 
"Is that so? Then what are you doing here, Granger.” Leaning closer, his voice
dropped to a mock whisper. “Thinking about the Weasel and his girlfriend?"
 
“Of course not.” The denial came so quickly that his thin lips twisted into a
feral grin.
 
“Really? Why is that so difficult to believe?” His grey eyes traveled lazily
over the nightgown she wore, paying particular attention to the way the thin
fabric clung to the curve of her breasts. Though Hermione was uneasy under that
cold appraisal, her body was quick to respond to his attention, her nipples
growing hard despite her embarrassment. She hastily folded her arms over her
chest, a pathetic gesture that did not go unnoticed, judging from the malicious
glee that flashed across his face.
 
“Just go away, Malfoy. And don't bother threatening me about points. You can
take them from other prefects."
 
Draco merely chuckled and inched closer until his thighs were just barely
brushing against her knees. His hand reached up to play with the hair that had
fallen across her face, a finger wrapping around a tight curl. “True. But I do
know that Filch isn't too far away. It wouldn't take much to draw him here and
you'd be caught before you could make it back to Gryffindor Tower.”
 
Instead of pushing him away in outrage, Hermione found herself swaying towards
him. Malfoy, this is Malfoy,she tried to remind herself, even as her legs
parted readily at the gentle pressure from his knee.
 
Taking advantage of her weakness, Draco bent down to whisper in her ear.
"Revenge can be extremely satisfying, let me assure you." His fingers pulled at
the ribbon that held the gown’s neckline together until the loosely tied knot
began to unravel, exposing her bare shoulders. Before he could undress her
completely, her hand shot up and pinned the ribbon firmly to her chest.
 
"I can't do that," Hermione said with a broken sigh and tried to turn away, but
Draco refused to give up. "Why let them have all the fun?" His lips moved
lightly over the heated skin of her throat. When Hermione finally closed her
eyes and let her hand fall away in surrender, she could feel the sharp edge of
his smirk against her cheek. “Good girl.”
 
In one quick move, he’d tugged her nightgown down to her waist, exposing her
breasts to the cool air and his hot gaze. A thumb brushed slowly over a taut
nipple and Hermione bit back that gasp the threatened to escape her lips. His
fingers skimmed down the length of the gown before creeping under it, edging
higher and higher along her thigh until they reached the lacy edge of her
knickers. When Draco moved the fabric aside and stroked the slick skin
underneath, her body writhed urgently against his. His low laugh was muffled
against her thick hair, but it was enough to bring her out of a desire-laced
haze. If he thought she was simply going to lie back and let him—
 
A hard push sent him sprawling backwards into a chair. His face flushed red
with anger and denied lust. Before he could rise to his feet and regain control
over the situation, she’d slipped off the desk, sending the gown sliding down
her hips to puddle around her feet. Her soaked knickers followed shortly after.
Deftly straddling his lap, Hermione pulled down his zipper and freed his cock
from his trousers.
 
“I don’t like you very much,” she admitted as she stroked him to full hardness
with ungentle hands.
 
“And yet here we are.” His hands around her waist, Draco tried to pull her down
to him, eager to bury himself inside her. The slight pinch at the tip of his
cock persuaded him otherwise, and with a quirk of an eyebrow, he leaned back
and waited for her to make her move.
 
“I’m entitled to one mistake.”
 
Hermione lowered herself until he was fully sheathed inside her. Despite the
icy temperature inside the classroom, beads of sweat trickled down her body as
she rocked her hips in a slow, teasing rhythm, ignoring the bruising pressure
from Draco’s fingers as he urged her to a faster pace. When he suddenly sucked
a stiff nipple into his mouth, his teeth scraping against it, Hermione let out
a little scream and began to move wildly against him, her nails digging sharply
into his shoulder as she rode him hard and fast. Snaking his hand between their
sweat-slicked bodies, Draco’s fingers searched through her moist curls for that
tight, little nub of aching flesh. One hard flick sent her spiraling down to
nothingness, screaming out her pleasure as she pulsed around his cock. He soon
followed her, hoarsely calling out her name as he came inside her.
 
Breathing deeply, Hermione collapsed bonelessly against him, her forehead
resting against his damp hair. Draco turned his head and, much to her surprise,
brushed his lips gently against hers, a tongue darting out to trace her bottom
lip. She found herself responding to his kiss, her tongue slipping into his
mouth to tangle against his, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull him
closer. It ended just as quickly as it had started. Tearing her mouth from his,
Hermione flung herself away and rushed to her discarded nightgown. With shaky
fingers, she pulled it over her head.
 
"Ungrateful bitch!" With eyes narrowed in great displeasure, Draco watched her
dress, making no effort to cover his own nakedness. “It’s always like this with
you, running away after we’ve fucked…”
 
Horrified, Hermione watched as realization dawned on his face. Both immediately
scrambled for their wands. Fortunately, hers was much closer.
 
“Obliviate!”
 
The light disappeared from Draco’s eyes, outrage replaced by emptiness.
Hermione led him back to the chair and placed his dropped wand in front of him.
A quick spell removed any traces of their encounter and she carefully adjusted
his clothes, making sure that nothing looked out of place. Finally, she took a
step back to examine her efforts.
 
He was there sitting so quietly. Vulnerable. Not at all the arrogant boy she
was intensely familiar with. As she tried to turn away, Hermione felt a strong
need to apologize.
 
“I’m sorry,” she tried to say but it was clear that her words were lost on
Draco in his current state. Knowing that she could do nothing more, Hermione
gathered up her things and walked out of the room, closing the door firmly
behind her.
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