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Hermione had never seen Ginny's eyes get as wide as they had at breakfast following her announcement about what Draco wore under his robes. Of course, to properly torture her friend, the brunette witch had instantly begun a conversation with Neville about an upcoming Charms exam. Whenever Ginny had tried to get her attention, Hermione had smiled sweetly and then ignored the girl she blamed for what happened the night before. After she finished her meal, she got up before Ginny could corner her. It was rather fun teasing her friend with that brief bit of information and then refusing to elaborate. She had no intention of offering any specific details, finding that she was rather possessive regarding the memory of Draco wanking. She also didn't plan on telling anyone that he had whispered her name as he had come, still thinking she must have imagined it. Her first class that day was Arithmancy, a class she shared with Malfoy. She had managed to leave the room before he woke up that morning, a bit embarrassed about facing him after she'd secretly watched him pleasure himself. Now, though, she wouldn't be able to avoid him. Luckily, he had no idea what she had done so it shouldn't be that difficult to act as if nothing had happened.

As she was leaving the Great Hall, she felt eyes on her. Turning her head, she scanned the tables but couldn't see that anyone was staring at her. She must not have gotten enough sleep the night before, she decided as she started to walk again. As she was nearing the door, her eyes unknowingly strayed to the Slytherin table, scanning it for pale blond hair. He wasn't in his usual seat at the head of the table. She didn't bother to ask herself how she knew where Draco usually sat, instead letting her eyes quickly dart over the table until she found him. He was sitting at the opposite end of the table and he was looking at her. His gray eyes were sparkling with mischief and his lips were curved into a familiar smirk. She watched him run his tongue over his lips as he looked into her eyes, noticing the way his eyes darkened and remembering vividly the stormy gray they had been when he was moaning with pleasure. She could feel her cheeks flushing as she turned and left the Great Hall before she did something stupid, like going over to his table and replacing his tongue with hers. Get a grip, Granger, there will be no snogging Draco at the breakfast table.

She had come to the realization that morning that she wanted Draco. She had woken up after spending most the night having erotic dreams about the blond wizard, having to acknowledge to herself that this was not the first time she had woken in such a way. In fact, many mornings would find her waking up with an ache between her legs and visions of Draco in her mind. She had always ignored the desire she felt for her former enemy, never imagining that he might return her feelings. Yes, she had feelings for Malfoy. Not only did she want to shag him into exhaustion, she also rather liked him, not that she'd ever let on to anyone that she might care about him. Seeing him last night, watching him touch himself and hearing him whisper her name, well, she was no longer able to deny the truth. She wanted Draco, had wanted him for far longer than she even wanted to admit, when he had still been a rude little bastard with a pointed face that delighted in calling her Mudblood and insulting her. He was strong and confident and smart and she found those things very arousing. She liked that he could debate with her intelligently, that he was opinionated, that he was passionate, that he was a sarcastic bastard. Of course, she hadn't been able to tell anyone about her realization that arguing with Draco caused her tummy to tingle or that she had woken from dreams of him kissing her. Over the years, the dreams had moved from kissing into far more naughty ideas, but she refused to admit to herself that she found Draco attractive and wanted him. Until last night. Seeing the object of her desire naked in front of her, his cock hard, his eyes darkened with passion, hearing her name on his lips, damn it, she hadn't been able to get that image out of her mind!

So, she had to finally admit to herself that she cared about Draco. And now she didn't know what to do. He had never given any indication that he thought of her as anything other than the know-it-all mudblood friend of Potter's, had never once tried flirting with her or doing any of the silly things the other boys did around girls they fancied. She wanted to believe that he had been thinking about her as he'd stroked himself the night before, but, despite her confidence in her intelligence and schoolwork, she wasn't overly secure when it came to matters of relationships and how she looked. She wasn't beautiful, her hair was too thick and curly, her eyes were the color of mud, her tummy wasn't completely flat, she had curvy hips, and she freckled when she was in the sun too long. She did have rather nice breasts, though, plump and round though not too big, and she had been told she was cute. Draco, on the other hand, was gorgeous. He was sexy and confident and she hated that he was also one of the smartest wizards she'd ever met. It wasn't fair that he had wealth and looks and brains. She should hate him instead of desiring him, but she couldn't, hadn't hated him in a long time. Even when she thought he might be a Death Eater and he constantly called her Mudblood, she had found him attractive. She shook her head, deciding that she was being really silly. He didn't have any interest in her so she was wasting valuable thinking time by dwelling on her recently admitted feelings and desires. She needed to concentrate on her classes and eventually she would forget the image of Draco running his hand over his cock and, stop it!

She took her seat in class, preparing her scroll to take notes. She covertly watched Draco enter the room and take his seat at a table on the row beside hers. His hair was loose today, the way she liked it, brushing the back of his neck as it fell to his shoulders. He looked good with the longer hair, much better than when he'd slicked it back, the white blond locks brushing against his pale face and giving him an almost angelic look. She barely listened in class that day, her attention focused on Draco, watching him concentrate on listening to the professor, watching him move his quill to trace his lips, never before had she longed to be a feather than when he moved it lazily over those beautiful lips. She looked at his hands and remembered seeing his fingers wrapped around his swollen penis, able to easily imagine them stroking her breast or somewhere even more intimate. She shifted in her chair, rubbing her legs together, moaning when she saw his tongue move over his lips. She was fascinated with his tongue, unable to look away as he ran it along his lips, her eyes widening when she saw him move his hand to his face, the quill balanced in his fingers as he ran that wicked tongue over the back of his hand, teasing the flesh of his hand in a way that she could easily imagine him teasing her flesh. Too soon, the class was over. Reluctantly, she stood, noticing that she hadn't taken any notes. Too busy ogling Draco, a voice scolded her, though she quickly told it to shut up because she had rather enjoyed the brief bit of daydreaming.

Following Arithmancy was Transfiguration, which she shared with the other seventh year Gryffindors. She was able to concentrate in that class because Malfoy wasn't in it, though her mind was all too eager to provide images of him from the night before mixing with images of him tasting her and licking her. She wondered if he had always been so sensual, not recalling ever catching him licking his hand or being so damn seductive, but she had always done her best to ignore him unless they were arguing. Lunch was relatively quiet, though Ginny kept giving her curious glances in between looking from her to Draco and back again as if she was trying to figure out if Hermione ad been teasing her that morning or if she had actually seen Draco naked. Following lunch was the worst class. Double Potions with Slytherin. While she loved Potions, despite Snape's snarling attitude, this term he had partnered with Malfoy, which meant she was going to be sitting beside the object of her lust for the entire double session.

When she entered the room, he was already in his seat. She sat down, frowning as she realized that the chairs seemed much closer today. It was official, she was going crazy. She listened as Snape gave instructions for their potion, all too aware of Draco sitting so close to her. Every time he moved, his leg brushed against hers, sending tremors of awareness through her. She was relieved when it was time to get their ingredients. After Draco stood, she moved his chair over so that he would not be close enough to distract her by touching her. She went to collect her portion of the ingredients and moved back to their table. She frowned when she saw that he was sitting even closer to her chair than he had been before. She narrowed her eyes as she looked at him, trying to discover whether or not he had deliberately moved his chair as a way to annoy her. It wouldn't at all surprising if he was trying to start a fight with her, though he tended to keep their debates to subjects other than Potions. Snape did not tolerate such behavior and neither wanted to jeopardize their standings with an unnecessary detention.

She sat back down, close enough to smell the scent that was Draco. Vanilla and spice and a musky smell that was entirely his own. She began to prepare the potion, feeling his eyes watching her movements with their normal concentration. He definitely believed in giving his full attention to whatever activity he was participating in, her mind all too eager to provide her with an image of him focusing like that on pleasuring her. With shaky hands, she gulped, thankful that he had no idea what she was thinking about. She was about to add the ground-up kalilu when he moved his leg against hers, brushing his knee against her leg slowly, his hand that was resting on his knee touching her leg. She dropped the spoon holding the powder at the feel of his fingers on her leg, cursing the robe and pants that prevented his fingers from touching her bare skin at the same time she was startled by the casual touch.

"God, Granger, is it too much to expect you to not spill the ingredients?" Draco drawled lazily.

"You touched me," she hissed, a bit embarrassed that she had spilled the powder, glad that no one had noticed her mistake.

"Did I?" he arched a brow and caught her eyes, his lips curving into a smirk as he said, "So sorry."

"I might believe that if you weren't smiling so damn smugly," she muttered, glaring at him before she fixed another spoon of the powder. She added it to their potion, her mind drifting as she tried to figure out what Malfoy was up to. She couldn't think of anything except that he might be trying to get her to create a scene so that Snape would take points away, but that was a bit too juvenile for Draco these days so she was left rather clueless as to his motivation. Of course, considering her mental state at the moment, he might have touched her accidentally and she was just freaking out for no reason.

The rest of the class went well. Their potion was a success, despite her lack of concentration. Every time his legs brushed against hers or his arm touched hers, she found herself focused on him and ignoring everything else. He was great at Potions, it being one of the classes that he was besting her in. It wasn't because of Snape's favoritism towards Slytherin, either. Draco just had a knack with potions. He seemed to enjoy the class, had even during their first year, and he had told her recently that he was considering making it part of his future, which was surprising. He had inherited a fortune from his Father, more than enough to live several lifetimes with every luxury he could ever want and never work, yet he was considering a career in potions. It made her respect him, honestly, and that had been added to her private list of why Draco was worth loving. Loving? Whoa, Granger, don't go there. She was relieved when class was over, that being the last class of the day. She thought she'd probably go back the room and do some reading, possibly try to figure out what she had missed during Arithmancy.

After class was dismissed, as she was gathering her books, Draco moved behind her. She froze as he leaned forward, her back against his chest, frowning when she realized that he was smelling her hair. What the hell?

"You smell good, Granger," Draco whispered, "like apples and jasmine and vanilla."

"Malfoy, what are you doing?" she whispered, unable to keep her voice strong as his hands moved to rest on the table in front of them, causing her to move forward just a little. Everyone else was already gone and Snape had disappeared, leaving them alone in the Potions class. Merlin, he felt so good against her, even with the barriers of cloth between them.

"I'd know your scent anywhere," he continued as if she hadn't spoken, his lips moving along her cheek, almost touching but not making contact, "last night, in my room, I could smell you. I know you were there, Hermione, watching me."

"Oh God," she whispered, eyes closing as she heard his words. Heat flooded her cheeks, and not the good kind of heat that she had been feeling most the day, the kind that was caused by intense mortification as she wished the floor would open up and swallow her before she had to face up to what she had done.

"No, just Draco," he said huskily, amusement flashing in his eyes to mix with the desire that had been there since he'd arrived in his room and figured out that Hermione was there, watching him. He had never been so aroused before, knowing that the woman he had wanted for so long was spying on him, and he'd taken advantage of the opportunity, giving her quite a show. He'd feigned sleep to see if he was right, hearing the door open and close quietly and confirming his suspicions. He had no idea why she was in his room wearing Potter's invisibility cloak and didn't care. He only knew that she had watched him, that she must have been as turned on as he had been, and that she'd been watching him most the day. During Arithmancy, he'd decided to test his theory, hearing her moan softly when he'd licked his hand, of all things. He'd glanced at her and seen the desire in her eyes, wishing he knew what her brilliant mind was thinking of that had caused her to moan in such a way. By the time Potions had started, he was nearly as turned on as he had been the night before, and he'd decided to go for it and just admit that he wanted her.

He usually went after what he wanted without reservation, patience not being a typical trait of the Malfoys, but Hermione was different. He didn't want to possess her, okay so he did, but he wanted her to want to him with the same intensity and need that he had felt since realizing that he was attracted to her. Since that first erotic dream that had him waking up with her name on his lips and his hand around his cock, he had grown to care about her, possibly even love her if given a chance. Now, he could see the need in her eyes, he knew it was finally time to get what he wanted. He moved his mouth to her ear, running his tongue over her skin and listening to her gasp, his lips curving into a pleased smile at her reaction. He whispered, "Don't be embarrassed, love. I like to watch, too."

Before Hermione could say anything, she felt him move away. Startled, she opened her eyes, catching sight of his robe as he left the classroom. Shakily, she sat down, eyes confused as she thought about what had just happened. He knew she was there, had known all along. That's why it had felt like he was looking at her, he'd smelled her and knew she was there and the logical place for her to be hiding would be the corner where there was more room. Instead of being angry or amused, as she might have expected, he'd sounded aroused. He'd been teasing her all day, she realized, the licking and the touching and everything. Stupid git, she thought crossly, eyes widening as she slowly began to form a theory. He had called out her name last night, knowing she was there, had been aroused by thinking about her. Today, he'd gone out of his way to tease her and touch her, to let her know he was interested in her. It was completely unbelievable. Could he possibly want her? And, if so, why had he only just now said anything? He was confident and sexy and surely wouldn't have any problem stating his attraction to her, having no problems going after what he wanted. Unless, no, he couldn't possibly have feelings for her. Could he? That changed things, made it more real, changed the fantasy into something that could be so much more. Thinking over his words, she tried to figure out if her theory could be right. She was beginning to think that there was a chance that Draco wanted her. What did he mean, he liked to watch, too? A slow smile crossed Hermione's face and she laughed. Arrogant bastard. With a wicked smile, she gathered her books and headed to the room. He liked to watch, did he? She'd just have to give him something to watch!

Hermione entered their shared common room, seeing Draco lounging in the chair with an unopened book in his hands. She was shocked to see the worried look in his eyes when he looked up, finding that it made him look almost vulnerable and utterly sexy. The worry faded as their eyes met and his lips curved into a smug smile. She looked away from him, doing her best to pretend he wasn't there. She walked towards her room, wondering if she could really do this, deciding that she could. She wanted him that much. She called out, "Malfoy? You around? Blast, where is he?"

She entered her room and put her books down before she slid out of her robe. She heard a noise behind her, knew that he was standing in the doorway. She wished he was wearing the invisibility cloak, thinking it would be much easier if she didn't see him. She kicked off her shoes and moved to her bed. Turning to face the door, her eyes met his, her tongue moving along her lips as she saw the need and arousal in their stormy gray depths. Feeling much more confidant, she looked away from him and removed her shirt and pants. She couldn't believe that she was standing in her room wearing only her bra and panties while Draco was leaning against the door watching her. Twenty-four hours ago, she had been denying that she wanted him and pretending as if he didn't attract her at all. Now, she was preparing to touch herself while he watched the intimate act. Ginny was going to die when she heard about this, Hermione decided, knowing that she actually owed her friend for everything that was happening. If it hadn't been for the challenge, she'd have continued to keep her feelings a secret and would have never admitted she wanted this, wanted him, and she'd have never found out that he wanted her. She unfastened her bra, tossing the fabric to the floor. She heard him inhale sharply when her breasts were bared, a sensual smile crossing her face at his reaction.

She moved her hand over her breasts, teasing her hard nipples with her thumb, squeezing the flesh. She moaned softly as played with her breasts, having to admit that she was rather aroused by the knowledge that he was watching her. Reluctantly, she moved her hands from her breasts and into the waist of her knickers. She lowered them slowly, not surprised to see that they were soaking wet. Finally, they were off, and she was completely naked. She moved to the bed and made herself comfortable against the pillows, positioning herself so that Draco could see her perfectly. She didn't look at him, not sure if she could continue if she saw his eyes. She moved her hand down her body, spreading her legs so that he could see her. She ran a finger along the edge of her pussy, hearing the sound of him lowering his zipper. She looked up then, seeing him leaning against the door with his hard cock in his hand as he watched her. She smiled, her eyes catching his as she slid the finger inside. She began to move it, adding another, her eyes still on him. Her left hand moved to caress her breasts, twisting her nipples as she began to move against her hand.

His eyes were watching her hand, his tongue moving between his lips as if he were licking her, his hand stroking his cock as he watched her body flush with arousal. Hermione moaned as she imagined him tasting her, the wetness flowing and dripping from her lips, past her arse, making a puddle on her bed. She added a third finger, knowing that even those did not equal the width of his cock, finding it a tight fit for those three fingers. She could feel the sweat dripping from her forehead, coating her body. She was trying to go slow, to tease him, deliberately not touching her clit because she knew she'd explode as soon as she did. She wanted him to come first, to see his face twisted in pleasure as he found release. His eyes caught hers and he smirked, seeming to slow down his strokes, taking his time as he wanked. "Bastard", she muttered softly, listening to him laugh huskily as he heard the curse. He moved closer to the bed, his free hand removing his robe and letting it fall to her floor. There was something erotic about watching Draco stroke his cock when he was nearly fully dressed, though she preferred him naked. She watched his eyes narrow, his strokes increasing, his mouth opening as he moaned her name, body arching as he came, his seed spilling onto her stomach and hand, mixing with her juices. She didn't even have to touch her clit as she came, the feel of his warm seed drenching her skin causing her to orgasm. She exploded, body arching up, three fingers buried inside her pussy, her hand moving from her breast to her stomach, where she ran her fingers through his come. She brought her hand to her lips, catching his eyes as she sucked her finger into her mouth.

He growled as he watched her, his cock still half hard, a decision made as he moved swiftly. He pulled her hand from her pussy, a soft squishing sound filling the air, and she barely had time to figure out what he planned when his mouth was on her. "Oh fuck," she moaned when she felt his tongue slide into her wetness. Her head fell back as he pulled her down the bed, his head buried between her thighs. His nose was rubbing against her swollen clit, sending shock waves of pleasure throughout her body, his tongue lapping at her juices, his hands squeezing her arse as he feasted on her. All coherent thought left her mind as she began to mumble his name over and over, begging him for more, her legs moving behind his head as she arched against his face. When she felt him slide one of his fingers inside her, she cried out, hearing him chuckle before he went back to tasting her. She sucked on her fingers, tasting the salty seed he'd spilled on her. He tasted her and teased her until she'd had another orgasm, three fingers fucking her, stretching her, his tongue and mouth sucking her clit. She moaned, "Draco, please. I need you, inside me."

Draco looked up at her, his face covered in her juices, seeing the need in her eyes. He hadn't planned for things to go this far so fast, but he also hadn't planned on giving in to his need to taste her after years of imagining what she tasted like. He caught her eyes, nodding once before he quickly removed his clothes. He moved up her body, knowing she was a virgin. He wasn't, though he had only shagged a couple of times. Once he had realized that his attraction to Hermione was moving into something more emotional, he honestly hadn't bothered with other girls, quite capable of taking care of his own needs while thinking about the girl he really wanted. He caught her lips in a kiss, sharing the taste of both of them, sucking her tongue, claiming her. Pulling back, he said softly, "This is going to hurt, Hermione. Are you sure?"

"Yes, please, I need you, Draco," she whispered, feeling him move his cock between her legs.

"Merlin, I've wanted this forever," he murmured before his lips caught hers. He slowly eased his cock inside her, pulling out and then pushing back in a bit deeper. Soon, he was at her barrier. With one thrust, he broke through her virginity, listening to her cry of pain as her fingernails dug into his back. He gave her a moment to adjust before he began to move. Soon, she was moaning in pleasure, meeting his thrusts, tightening her muscles around his swollen cock. His hand moved between their bodies and found her clit, his thumb brushing against the bundle of nerves as his mouth claimed her nipple. She screamed out his name as she came, tightening even more around him. It didn't take him long, four deep thrusts and he was coming, her name on his lips as his seed was sent into her.

He kissed her again, tongues dancing, as they both came down from their high. He pulled back and looked into her eyes, Hermione could see the affection and lust in the stormy gray depths. She moved her hand along his cheek as she echoed his words, "I've wanted that forever."

"Really?" he arched a brow, his lips curving into a smug smile, "You certainly did a fantastic job of keeping it a secret. I was beginning to think that I could strip naked and ride my Firebolt through your room and you'd still ignore me."

Hermione laughed at the pout that crossed his face, loving the amusement in his eyes as he sulked about her not wanting him. He traced her lips with his finger, her tongue moving to lick at his flesh as she said, "I could never ignore you, Draco."

"Say it again," he whispered, "I love the sound of my name on your lips. Not Malfoy, not Ferret, not Pureblood bastard, just Draco."

"Draco," she smiled, "Draco, Draco, Dra," her words were caught by his lips. She moaned as they kissed again, finally pulling his head back when she felt the need to breathe.

"I think I might love you, Hermione Granger," Draco informed her quietly, his eyes flashing again with the vulnerability she'd seen earlier.

"I think I might love you, too, Draco Malfoy," she smiled softly, "you sneaky Pureblood bastard."

"Sneaky? Who was it that snuck into my room last night and watched me masturbate?" he arched a brow, happiness in his eyes at her words of possible love.

"I didn't know you were going to come in and strip naked and wank," Hermione said, "though I'm very glad you did. You do realize that you're going to have to thank Ginny, don't you?"

"Me? Thank a Weasley?" Draco snorted, "Whatever for?"

"She's the one that dared me to go to your room last night," Hermione teased.

"Bloody hell," Draco grimaced, "will wonders never cease? I, Draco Malfoy, owe my current state of bliss and happiness to that annoying, silly little redheaded witch of a Weasley. Actually, all she did was get you into my room. I did the rest, put on a right good show, if I do say so myself. Do you know how exciting it was to realize that you were there watching me? I've had that fantasy a few times before."

"Really?" Hermione smiled wickedly, "What other fantasies have you had about me, Draco? We've got a couple of hours before dinner. We can start working on yours then we can work on mine."

"That," he kissed her, "sounds," kiss, "like an," kiss, "excellent," kiss, "suggestion," he smiled before the kiss deepened.

At dinner that evening, Ginny Weasley was shocked when Draco Malfoy came to the Gryffindor table and thanked her, his gray eyes sparkling with mischief and happiness and an arrogant smirk on his lips. Before she could ask what he was thanking her for, the rest of the Great Hall was stunned as he pulled Hermione into a passionate kiss that left little doubt the two were a couple. A pleased smile crossed Ginny's face as she realized that they'd both finally stopped running from their attraction. She smiled smugly before turning her attention back to her meal, thrilled to see her best friend happy.

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