Vanish

That afternoon, during her free period, Hermione made her way to the back of the library, and to a little alcove totally cut off from the rest of the stacks. She'd discovered this space in fourth year when she first needed to hide from Victor, and then later when she and Victor would need somewhere to hide from everyone else.

The bottom shelf near the single round table even began to hold books she frequently referenced, and the table now stood at the perfect height when many others in the library were a little too high and hurt her shoulders.  She looked out the window to the view of the lake and sighed. No matter what nonsense was going on around her, Hogwarts was her home and she was thrilled to be back.

She looked down at the bottom shelf and ran her finger along the spines. 

According to the library she frequently referenced An Appraisal of Magical Education in Europe. That had been left over from their fourth year when the tri-wizard tournament heightened her social anxiety.

Beyond the Reach: Extending Your Accio Mastery was a thin reference guide for summoning charms.

Defensive Magical Theory had been an invaluable resource last year for the DA.

Break with a Banshee made her blush. Sometimes, in between homework, she'd read it like a trashy novel.

Herpo the Foul: a twisted life gave her pause. She pulled the book from the shelf and flipped through it. Now she remembered that Herpo had created the first known basalisk, so she must have referenced this in their second year. She flipped to the back to see that a whole chapter was still missing.

The last book on the shelf was A Quiet Mind - A Beginner's Guide to Occlumency. The library had gotten good. She'd never read this book, yet it knew what she wanted to learn.

She turned to the first chapter titled Your Mind as a Pensive. Given how out of control her mind was, she figured this couldn't hurt.

"The human mind," Newt Scamander once said, "is a most unruly beast.' Indeed, it is. A chaotic whirl of thoughts, emotions, and memories, constantly churning, bubbling, and threatening to spill over. But what if I told you that you could learn to navigate this turbulent sea? What if I told you that you could learn to observe your own mind, not as a passive observer, but as a skilled Legilimens, understanding its currents and eddies?"

She skimmed through the chapter until she reached the exercise at the end.

Exercise:

Close your eyes and imagine your mind as a starry night. Breathe deeply, counting four breaths like the rhythmic pulse of a distant star. Watch the clouds of thought drift by, ephemeral and fleeting, while you remain grounded in the steady rhythm of your breath, a beacon of calm in the cosmic expanse.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. After thirty seconds, she'd opened them again.

Watching Pansy come that morning and then sucking Harry off had done evil things to Hermione's knickers, and coming in the broom closet for some irritating reason had only made her more wanting. A true and focused orgasm would make this exercise a lot easier.

She sighed and looked out at the lake. She didn't want to return to her room, and she'd never been bothered in this alcove, not even by Harry or Ron.

She reached her wand under her skirt and caressed her lower thigh. If only she knew what spell Malfoy used on Pansy, then she'd be less likely to blow her bits off. She tried to touch herself over her stockings, but the fabric was all wrong, so she vanished them into her trunk back in her dormitory. As she edged closer to her center, she felt the wand tip begin to vibrate. Apparently, she'd mastered nonverbal spells so well that her wand was reading her mind. 

She took probably the biggest risk of her life when she brought the tip of her wand to her clit, her mouth falling open and her eyebrows knitting until she felt her stomach start to contract and her thigh muscles tighten. She didn't need much - she knew she wouldn't last long. She was nearly over the edge.

"Fresh grass and parchment, eh, Granger?" Came a drawling voice. She jumped, pulling her hands above the table, grabbing The Quiet Mind and burying her nose in the text. Draco Malfoy leaned against a bookcase, hands in his pockets, as though he'd been watching for more than a minute.

"Can I help you, Malfoy?" she squeaked. He sauntered over to her.

"I have to say, I liked watching you get all hot and bothered in a crowd this morning," he huffed into the seat across from her. "Parks liked it too."

"So whose fantasy did you show me on the Express then? Yours or Pansy's? Because it certainly wasn't mine," she bit back. 

"No? If I recall, you're the one who said something along the lines of eating your pussy for the start of term feast. I had no idea you had that mouth on you, Granger."

"I only said it because I know you'd love to have me," she swallowed, "just so you could piss off Harry." 

"True, but that's not the only way I want you," he said, and she sneered.

"What does that even mean?"

"It means I'd want you in front of Potter, sure. " She scoffed. He lifted an eyebrow. "What you did at the end of the vision on the train was inspired and enlightened," she remembered that she'd welcomed Harry into her mouth even as he glared at her from across the room. 

"But I also want you in your bed while Brown and Patil pretend to ignore us with their hands in their knickers. I want you in the lake with your ass pressed against the glass windows of the Slytherin common room. I want you on Snape's desk, that one I've thought about a lot. Fuck, wherever, so long as I get more of that mouth," he said and he bit the inside of his cheek.

She just shook her head.

"Watching Pansy did a number on you, huh?" He asked with feigned concern.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm sorry I interrupted. I know you were pretty close just now. But I wanted to offer my help. I'm nothing if not charitable."

Hermione looked up, scarcely able to hide her horror.

"What on earth are you talking about?"

"At this point, I'm pretty familiar with your tells," he said, smirking and loosening his tie. Hermione wondered again what she must have looked like to him in the train corridor.

"I'll have you know I've already come once just fine on my own since your little show this morning," she spit. A smile spread across Malfoy's face and reached his twinkling eyes.

"Granger, that's not the flex you think it is."

He shifted in his seat as she slapped her book closed. 

"I have to go," she snapped, but then she felt his wand on the inside of her calf, and she stopped dead. It started to buzz, and she felt her eyes flutter.

"That's my girl," he drawled.

"You better have washed that thing," she muttered, but she didn't budge. 

He leaned forward, and his wand slid up her knee.

"Take off your tie," he purred. 

"What?"

"Your tie, Granger, take it off your neck."

She opened her eyes and found his. She told herself this was purely an act of malicious compliance, that she was only giving in because he expected her not to. With slightly shaking hands, she pulled loose the knot and discarded it on the floor.

"And unbutton your blouse," he soothed, his wand landing on her lower thigh. She squirmed lower, but he moved back.

"None of that," he snapped. Hermione glared at him, but she undid the top few buttons all the same, and he rewarded her by moving slowly toward her core and landing on her clit. The vibration was softer than her own had been but with little jolts of intensity that made her stomach flip. She had to stop herself from saying thank you.  

"Now, take off your knickers."

"Ok," she breathed.

She lifted her backside and pulled them down at her hips, and his wand lost contact. She spread her legs wide again, expecting to be rewarded, ideally with what had made Pansy scream that morning. Her walls ached so hard it was almost painful.

"Give them to me," he held out his free hand.

"No," she said, and he moved his wand back toward her knee and stayed there. Only this time, she remembered the sensation in her core, and her insides writhed for it. They stared at each other for a moment, his wand on her knee and her panties crumpled in her hand. He pulled away, and she bit back a moan.

"Professor Snape found me at lunch," he said, flicking his wand to stop the vibration. He pulled out the handkerchief embroidered with the Malfoy crest and cleaned off the tip. "He said you were interested in Occlumency." Hermione adjusted and tried to compose herself. 

"I am. But it's because I no longer want you playing around in my head."

"I could teach you."

"I'd rather learn from a book, thanks."

"There's no comparison to being trained by a master."

"Master or sir, Malfoy? Which is it?" She snapped, and he sneered.

She squeezed her crumpled knickers in her hand. Occlumency was a profoundly invaluable skill that pushed the boundaries of magic. To see into someone else's head, play in someone else's head was an act of god, so different from conjuring a chair or knocking someone out.

"Fine, you can teach me." When he raised an eyebrow, she said, "please,"

"For free?" he asked, reaching out his palm again.

She rolled her eyes and placed her knickers in his hand.

"Good, Granger. You passed lesson one."

"What, do whatever you want?"

"Do whatever I say."

She scoffed. Malfoy shifted to pocket her knickers. 

"Alright, give it a go," he said.

"What?"

"You know the spell," 

"This book says I need the training to clear my mind. I…"

" Now, Granger," he admonished. She was backtracking on her very first lesson.

"Right," she lifted her wand, "Legilimens."

"Nonverbal. Otherwise, you'll tip off whoever you're trying to infiltrate."

"But I wouldn't do this without someone's permission!"

"Then why would you do it?" He shifted again, crossing his arms. 

"You didn't use a nonverbal spell when you infiltrated my mind on the train."

"Yes, well, I wanted you to enjoy your gift, not freak out and try and hex me."

She scowled but readied her wand.

"Legilimens," she thought, and just like that morning, she saw a picture so small and narrowed it was like looking through a keyhole. She narrowed her mind's eye until the picture came into view - A still shot of her coming on the train. Her back against the wall, eyes closed, eyebrows knitted and mouth stretched wide. Sweat beaded on her neck, and her hair piled up behind her head.

She cut the connection.

"You're foul,"

"You were amazing," he said, and she rolled her eyes.

"Try again."

"Do you want my socks this time?" She asked, not that she was wearing any. He bit his lip and shook his head.

"Fine," legilimens, she thought.

This time, the image came faster - only it wasn't an image at all but a moving picture, still of her coming. Malfoy put his hand over her mouth to stifle her cries. She heard him chuckle and say

"Salazar's heart, Granger, would you pipe down?"

She broke the connection and swallowed.

"Thank you," she said, "for making sure nobody heard me,"

"That's what you're thanking me for?" He asked, and she rolled her eyes again. He gazed at her.

"That was very good," he said, and she felt her heart flutter.

"Really, I'm impressed. You're a natural."

"Thank you," she said, avoiding his stare. "Ok if I try again, will you promise to show me something else?"

"Sure," he laughed.

She took a deep breath. 

Legilimens

Draco Malfoy stood before a mirror in his dormitory, leaning against the poster. He smiled, completely naked and with his cock in his hand.

"Merlin's wrinkly…" she muttered, and Malfoy barked a laugh. She hurried to pack up her things. She'd squirm her way back to her dorm or a broom closet for all she cared - Anything to get away. She'd made it to the bookshelf when he called to her.

"Oy, Granger." She whirled around. 

He ran his finger along the hard length beneath his trousers.

She stared, unmoving. The image of him naked and smirking now burned into her brain. His taut muscles on his thin frame, blonde hair rumpled as though he'd just woken up, his pink head and length poking out from his hand toward the mirror.

"My poor pet. What aren't those Gryffindor boys doing to you?"

She bit her lip, and he tilted his head and smiled. Slowly, he began to unzip his fly.

"This alright?" He asked, and she nodded, rooted to the spot.

He pulled himself from his trousers. He was long like his fingers, but thick.

"Come here," he said, and he palmed himself and slowly began to stroke.

When she didn't move but continued to stare, he said

"How many times are you gonna suck Potter's cock before you let someone get you off?"

"How did you…"

"Legilimency, Granger."

Of course. Malfoy had probably toured her mind while she imagined screaming before the whole school. All her past encounters, even her wants, her fantasies.

She felt her shaky legs move toward him.

"Good girl," he purred.

"Did you learn that from Legilimency, too?"

"No," he smiled, and he took her hand and helped her sink down onto his lap, filling her inch by inch. 

"That one was obvious." 

"Oh, fuck," she panted, and she started making slow circles with her hips.

"That good, eh?" His raised eyebrow punctuated the smirk spreading across his face.

"It's…adequate," she lied, and he snorted. God, she'd needed this. Why hadn't she known that before he did?

"You're not a virgin, right?" He asked, slowly unbuttoning her blouse again.

"Of course not."

"Ah, the international quidditch player," he smirked. He finished her buttons, pushed open her shirt, and put his hand behind his neck as though taking in a show.

"I bet he was filthy with you." He ran a finger from her collarbone to her abdomen.

"No, he was a gentleman, a foreign concept I know," she said, not entirely truthfully. She rolled on him slowly.

"He didn't chain you up in his Bulgarian dungeon?"

"No."

"Didn't fuck you with his firebolt?" She wouldn't answer.

"Malfoy, you seem very interested in my partners for someone who's inside of me,"

He smacked her breast lightly enough to bounce, and she smirked down at him.

"I mean, I get it. You're wondering if you can exceed my expectations ," she said, and he narrowed his eyes. She traced her hands up her sides and into her hair.

"Now, what was all this talk about showing me what the Gryffindor boys were missing?"

"Oh no, Granger, you can't talk to me like that and expect me to make you come."

"Excuse me?" She said, her hands falling and her pace around his cock faltering.

"If you want it, you'll have to take it for yourself."

"But that's not what you promised, Sir," she pouted. He grabbed her bottom lip and pulled. She leaned in, expecting to end in a kiss, but at the last moment he tilted his chin. He placed both hands behind his neck and adjusted his back against the chair.

"Well, that's what you get when you fuck a Slytherin, pet." 

"But," he said, and he did a quick nonverbal charm around the room. "This time I want to hear you."

"Why should I give you what you want?" She asked, but he only smiled at her, daring her to stop, knowing she wouldn't.

She started slowly, her hands on his chest as she rocked back and forth. She couldn't pull her gaze from his grey eyes, which were so full of interest and adoration yet still cold and selfish. She rocked harder, her fists clenching around his shirt, and angled her clit so she rubbed against him.

She felt herself build too fast, so she slowed. Malfoy traced a shudder that moved down her body with his eyes and smirked, never moving his hands from behind his head.

She couldn't tell if she liked this or not. She'd never had complete control over an encounter - to set the pace, take her orgasm entirely into her own hands, but this felt like he wanted her to use him like a muggle sex toy.

She leaned forward and gasped in his ear as she took him from hilt to tip again and again. Still, he didn't say anything - None of the sweet words that had made Pansy blush, no commands or praise.

She kissed his cheek and neck, his cologne and the definitive scent of him filling her mind. He tilted his head but stayed silent as though giving her his neck as a gift and not out of need. She pushed her breasts against his chest, and she bit him, desperate for a reaction, but he only gasped quickly and quietly. When she sat back, he narrowed his gaze, frustratingly aware of everything he was doing to her. For all she knew, he was in her mind now.

If he wanted her to take control, she'd do the opposite.

After all, outside of this annex, the entire wizarding world was out of control, but here it could just be her. She sat back and rode him harder, grabbing onto his collar as she bucked. She tossed her hair and took off her shirt and bra so she was only in her skirt. In case he was in her mind, she thought of everything that turned her on - the Krum estate library, Harry's incredulous smile, feeling a broom shudder between her legs when she stopped short, dark chocolate melting on her fingers, swallowing an oyster, taking her swim bottoms off in the ocean. She felt her pleasure build, and she grabbed her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers, feeling them bounce with each thrust. She came on his cock uninhibited, her moans ricocheting off the books. She looked down to see he hadn't broken a sweat.

"Lovely as always," he purred, and she shook her head.

"But, you need to…I need to make you…" she said, still rolling her way down from the orgasm.

"Nah. I like this spot. I want to study here, uninterrupted." She stopped dead.

"Oh, really, " she said.

"Yes, Granger, some people have to study. We can't all get by on pure talent. "

She barked a laugh and rolled her eyes.

"Was that what this was? Punishment for making fun of you three years ago? I mean Draco, I know that bothered you, but…" He moved with seeker speed and grabbed her hair at the base of her head.

"Oh pet," he said, his voice darkening, "if I punish you, you'll know, and you'll deserve it." He let go.

She stood up, feeling him slide from her, and swung her leg back over to standing. She grabbed her shirt, buttoned it, and stuffed her bra and tie into her bag. He put himself away, still hard but softening.

"Malfoy, I,"

"Off you pop," he smirked, scootching his chair in. He opened his bag and retrieved Advanced Potion Making.

She turned away but stopped and threw her head back. She could say something to ease the tension, hell, get her power back. But before she could do anything, he lifted her skirt and smacked her bare bottom hard . The crack echoed in the room.

She yelped and hurried away-furious she'd been dismissed like a child, furious at having to walk across the school without knickers, and most furious about losing her favorite study spot.

Later that night, when she lay in bed desperately trying to think of Harry, she wished that instead of hurrying away like a wounded animal, she'd bent over and ruined his resolve.

It was ridiculous. She knew what he could do, and he'd refused to do it to her, all because she'd been cheeky with him.

 But after she came, playing out the fantasy of his fingers, then tongue, then cock inside her, she felt horrified. She'd officially fucked a death eater, and he'd left her needing so much more.