Vanish

At the beginning of the week when Hermione wore her garters to Defense Against the Dark Arts and then Potions, she made no effort to show Malfoy, assuming he would do everything in his power to see for himself. But he had barely looked back at her in Defense against the Dark Arts and seemed wholly invested in Pansy in Potions. By midweek, she'd started lifting the hem of her skirt as he walked by. On Thursday, she caught him looking, and he raised an eyebrow down at her, but then he turned back to laugh at Blaise's joke and didn't look back at her for the entire period. She waited for him to pull her into a broom closet or empty classroom all day, but nothing.

Now, it was Friday, and she was losing her mind.

She felt certain he was just toying with her and tried to push the idea that he was avoiding her to the back of her mind. He'd said he understood why she hadn't told him she knew he was a Death Eater. Had he just said that to get her to leave? 

At this point, she worried more and more about losing him altogether. For all of the grief she gave Harry about his approach, maybe saying, "You're only sixteen, and you shouldn't be a Death Eater. What's happened to you is not your fault," hadn't been the best approach, but she was desperate, he was desperate. It was only a matter of time before he hurt someone.

She cringed whenever she heard a scream that turned into a laugh in the courtyard or saw a flash of green light that turned out to be a fizzing Whisby. As prefect, she'd even found herself docking points for both offenses.

She'd gone to the Library to find a book on vanishing cabinets but found that, even though they'd been used as hiding places by death eaters during the First Wizarding War, there was little information on how they worked or where you go if you enter one.

She wished Graham Montague was still around school so she could ask him where he went, although the likelihood he'd talk to her was slim. At the time, it had been a laugh that the Weasleys had pushed him into the cabinet, but she'd only spent a minute in that void - spending a week in there? She'd rather go toe to go with a Graphorn. 

What could Draco want with it? And why was he spending so much time with it? 

"So, I saw something white and lacy this morning in potions," Harry whispered in her ear Friday morning as she was deep in thought about vanishing cabinets. She jumped, shattering the bowl containing a particularly stubborn Snargaluff pod.

"Reparo," he said, giving Hermione a dirty look to cover his blooming smile.

"What? Oh, right!" She smiled and blushed.

She'd somehow forgotten she'd told Harry to watch for her knickers, and, it seemed, she'd snared Harry in an attempt to attract Draco. Turns out, being a wild seductress was more complicated than she'd imagined.

"It's been a while," he smiled, "and we never talked about what happened the night we saw Gin and...you know…"

Hermione nodded and swallowed a wad of guilt. She wasn't sure who Harry would be more upset that she hooked up with - Ginny or Malfoy. 

Malfoy, definitely Malfoy.

"I'm sorry," he said, and she searched his face - that hadn't been the reaction she'd expected.

"It's ok, I understand," she said slowly, and Harry sighed.

"I realized I do kind of like her, which I think is why I acted so out of pocket. But she's with Dean, so there's no point. Either way, I'm over it. Please don't tell Ron. You know how he gets."

She huffed a laugh.

"I won't," she promised. She looked into his green eyes. So he was over Ginny. He certainly seemed to believe it, whether it was a lie or not.

"Ron told me you two hooked up."

"Who?" She asked a little too quickly. He furrowed his brows and smiled.

"You and him"

"Oh, of course, right."

"He said it was amazing. Is he on knicker-watch now too?"

"No," Hermione laughed.

"Well, I'm happy for you," he beamed, but she sighed.

"I don't know, Harry. I just don't think he and I are all that compatible."

"But he's your best mate! He makes you laugh and loves you and…"

"Not that kind of compatible," she explained. 

"Oh, ok, bummer," he said, and she nodded.

"Plus," she nodded her chin towards Lavender, who laughed a little too hard at Ron as he made the Snargaluff pod dance.

"Yeah, I noticed that."

"She likes him, and he noticed her over the summer," Hermione shrugged.

"Did he?" He asked, and she nodded. He elbowed her ribs when he saw her look down at her hands.

"Hey, it's alright! Like you said, you're not compatible." He squeezed her around the shoulders.

Because he'd seen the truth in her face. No matter how ambivalent she felt about their hookup, it still hurt to watch him move on so quickly. Then again, what did she expect? Ron's interest in her had never lasted more than a day before.

"So," Harry said, his voice low.

"Do I get any credit for my diligent knicker-watching?" She laughed. 

It made sense. If he couldn't have Ginny, and she couldn't have Ron or Malfoy, why not take care of each other?

"After class, I'll tell Ron I'm going to visit Gawrp…What will you tell him?" She asked with a smirk.

"Um, I'll say I told Cho I'd talk with her about our relationship," he said, and Hermione almost snorted. That was certain to get Ron far, far away.

After class, as they left the Greenhouses, Harry told her and Ron about his most recent lessons with Dumbledore.

"So what was Dumbledore like as a young man?" She asked.

"Old," Harry said, catching himself before he fell on the wet grass. The fog had only grown thicker as the morning pressed on. 

"And what was Tom Riddle like?" Harry thought for a moment.

"A bit like Malfoy," he said, and Ron groaned.

"No, hear me out. Even though Malfoy was born sucking on a silver spoon, and Tom Riddle was born with nothing, they both had that same entitled, cold look."

"I don't know that Malfoy is cold per se, so much as he is just…" Hermione began.

"Full of himself?" She sighed.

"Sure, Harry, yes, full of himself."

Harry and Hermione waved goodbye to Ron and made their way down to the misty bank by the lake. They plopped down beside a large willow tree by the shore, panting a little from the thick air.

"I can't believe Dumbledore couldn't tell," she said.

"About what?"

"About Voldemort, about Tom."

"When Dumbledore came to visit your family, do you think he knew you'd be the best in our class?" He twirled a curl in his finger.

"Professor McGonagall told me I was a witch, but I see your point."

"Oh, that's right," said Harry. "Sorry, I knew that."

"That's ok, you have a lot going on."

She turned to him, and he looked down at her lips. She smiled and pressed their lips together. She'd missed this. She'd missed him. A harrowing thought occurred to Hermione. What if this was… right?

She pressed into him and then shifted her legs to straddle him. He leaned back on his elbows and closed his eyes, expecting the sensation of her undoing him and pulling him into her mouth.

She could tell him right now. She could tell him she'd seen the mark on Malfoy and found him futzing with the vanishing cabinet in the Room of Requirement. Hell, she could tell him that she slept with him for information. 

But a voice that sounded like Mr. Weasley rang through her head. 

The truth was so big. If Hermione spilled one secret, she'd spill them all and lose him forever. Not just as a friend, because when they lost control of him and he attacked Malfoy, she'd lose all of him. The whole wizarding world would.

Still, in this moment, she wanted this. Something simple and right with someone who loved her.

"What's your mind doing?" Harry asked. She shook her head and laughed.

"Let's try something else today," she said, taking one of his hands and drawing his fingers under her skirt. 

"About bloody time," he growled, and he rubbed his thumb over her knickers around her clit. She began to circle her hips, feeling him go hard beneath her.

She took off her tie and jumper and unbuttoned her blouse as Harry looked up at her.

"I've been wanting this, you know, to touch you," he said.

"Have you?"

"I couldn't help it. At first, I felt like our arrangement seemed unfair to you, but then it felt unfair to me," he said with a smirk, and she laughed.

"Poor Harry Potter, shagging the mouth of the best in our year, coming down her throat again and again…"

"But never getting to feel her tits," he said, and he reached up both hands beneath her bra and squeezed her. She laughed and then moaned when he ran his thumbs along her nipples.

"You've felt my tits plenty over the years," she said, unhooking her bra. She pulled her blouse and bra off and tossed them into the wet grass.

"Never like this, though," she said, and she scooted to straddle his knees before unbuttoning him and pulling him free. She leaned down and brought him to the middle of her chest and pressed her breasts to squeeze him. She began to pump up and down.

"Fuck that actually feels really good," he said. 

"Really?" She asked.

"Yeah, although it would feel even better if you..."  She reached her mouth down and gave him a long pull, leaving behind a sheen of wetness.

"How bout now?" She asked, a string of drool connecting the corner of her lip to the head of his cock.

"Blimey," he said, his eyes rolling back in his head.

"I've never done this before," she giggled.

"Me neither. I love it, never stop."

"Are you sure? Because you could either come on my face here or..." She sat up and crawled up his body until she straddled him. She took him in her hand and brought him to her entrance.

"You could come inside me."

"Fuck, Hermione, are you sure?"

She bit her lip and nodded. She vanished her knickers and sank down onto him.

Harry could take her. Ron hadn't even been able to control his dirty talk, never mind trying new things she liked. 

Maybe Malfoy wasn't the only one. The image of him pushing into her mouth flooded her mind.

She squeezed her eyes shut. It was becoming an intrusive thought at this point. Would she be doomed to think of Malfoy not only when she thought about Harry but when she was with him, too? She took a deep breath to focus. Like the Occlumency book said, she needed to let the thoughts go. She opened her eyes and smiled.

She couldn't get enough of seeing Harry Potter's pleasure from this angle. He gasped and bucked beneath her, his dark hair woven with the grass blades, making his eyes look more electric. She bent forward as she rode him, desperate to hear him, taste his breath, see his eyes go glassy. 

"Hermione, what has gotten into you?"

"You, apparently," she said, and he laughed.

"You know what I mean."

"It was like Pandora's box, I guess," she said, returning his fingers to her core. 

"Once I knew I could, we could, I've only wanted more."

He pulled her to him, and she kissed him. She wrapped her slim fingers around his long neck and moved his shirt to run her thumb along his collarbone.

"What are these?" He asked, fingering her garter straps.

"It's a garter belt," she said. "Do you like it?" She unbuttoned her skirt and tossed it to the side. 

"So fucking much, lord." 

Hermione began to bounce slowly up and down, nearly letting him go before falling back onto him. She miscalculated, and he fell out. 

"Wait, he said, "I want to last."

He took a deep breath, and he steadied the base of his cock straight. 

Hermione strained her arm above her to reach a low-hanging limb from the willow. She wrapped her fingers around it and lowered herself onto him.

"She started slow as he held his cock steady, then she took him in and all the way out, pulling herself up with the tree limb and letting herself back down.

Once they had a rhythm, she allowed herself to fall onto him and felt her breasts jiggle with each intrusion. 

Harry reached his thumb up to stroke her clit with each slap. He watched unblinking as he entered and reentered her.

The fog felt like their own private room. They couldn't see anyone or anything but each other. 

Her hair fell into her face after a particularly satisfying thrust. Harry leaned up on his wrist and pushed the strand from her face.

"I love your hair," he said. 

"Oh, stop," she said, batting his hand away.

"I mean it."

"It's ridiculous," she said.

"It's not. It's like sex personified," he said, and she laughed.

"I'm not just saying that 'cause you're, you know, bouncing on my cock, fucking my brains out. I've always felt that way."

She leaned down, tilted her head, and let her hair drag over his chest.

"Oh, I have an idea," she said, and she sat up and turned around to face away from him. Losing sight of him worshiping her was only justified by the noise he made when she sank back onto him. She arched her back to give him a better view, and he smacked her arse so hard the sound carried over the water. They heard a gaggle of geese startle and fly away. 

He grabbed a handful of her hair and wrapped it around his fist. 

She brought his free hand to her clit, and he sat up against her back. Hermione lost all sense of plan. 

She rode him as though in a dream as he kissed her neck and ears and pulled her head back against his shoulder, her throat exposed. She felt her orgasm build.

"Harry, I've… I've been practicing Legilimency," she gasped.

"You…what? Oh, um, ok," he breathed.

"Can I…see what you're thinking about?"

"What?"

"You'll like it."

"What? No." He said, all breathiness lost from his voice.

"Please? Let me just."

Legilimens, she thought.

Hermione looked through the familiar keyhole. She saw herself, but then, all of a sudden, her 'sex-personified hair' became a flash of flaming red.

He stopped her hips and wriggled out from beneath her.

"You've been practicing Legilimens? With who?" He asked, covering his cock with his hand and huddling back against the bank.

"No one, I… I've been learning from books in the Library."

"Why? Why would you ever want to learn to do that?"

"It seems like a useful skill."

" Voldemort goes into people's minds, Hermione."

"He's not the only one," she said, sitting on her knees. He looked her up and down, and she realized that while he'd worked to cover himself back up, she hadn't.

"Have you…have you been in my mind before? I thought I felt once, earlier in the year."

"Oh, um, no."

"You're a bloody bad liar, Hermione," he said, shaking his head. Anger shook his hands as he put his pants on. 

"You're changing, 'Mione, I don't know what's happening, but…Wait, are you fucking someone else? I mean, besides me and Ron." He looked up at the sky, his jaw tight. "Besides your two best friends."

"What? No! Why would you ask something like that?"

"I've got to go. I…I don't think we should do this anymore." 

"Harry, come on, wait."

"Here's your shirt. Put some bloody clothes on, anyone could see."

He sat with his head in his hands while she put her skirt and blouse back on. 

"I'm sorry," he breathed, "I'm sorry for getting upset."

"No, it was a stupid idea," she retorted, "Of course you don't want to try Legilimens when we're shagging, after Snape, after…You know Who."

Merlin, how could she have been so daft? 

"Can I walk you back up to the castle?" She asked, her voice small.

"Nah, I'm gonna fly for a bit," he said. 

"See ya around, Hermione."

She wanted to disappear, to smack herself, hell, to lock herself in the Library with nothing on but her knickers.

Later that evening, as Hermione made a lonely stroll around the castle, she felt a pull on her arm. In a flash, she was pushed against the wall of a cramped broom cupboard, staring up at Draco.

"About bloody time," she said, pressing her mouth to his with a deep breath. 

"I've been trying to get your attention for days," she moaned against him.

"I noticed," he smirked, biting her lip, "In fact, I think every Slytherin in our year has reported seeing your knickers at this point."

"No!" she gasped, pulling from his mouth in horror, a flush creeping up her neck.

"Don't worry, pet," he purred, pushing harder against her. "They were all just dreaming of getting to do this," he brushed his wand beneath her skirt, "and this," he said as he kissed down her neck to her collarbone.

She felt his strange, familiar intrusion in her mind.

"Looking for something?" She asked as she palmed him above his trousers. He smiled.

"All the fucked up things you want to do to me."

"You could just ask," she laughed.

"Fine then, enlighten me."

She closed her eyes as his wand found her core. Her chest heaved against his.

She imagined him tied to her bed while she drew the curtains closed around him- his cock at attention and a curse on his lips. She thought about creeping up between his legs as she wore Harry's invisibility cloak while he sat in the library with his mates, of her dressed to the nines as she held Ron's arm but winked at him across the room.

"I said fucked up things, Granger." 

"Fine," she breathed.

She imagined him missing the snitch because he had the intrusive thought of her splayed before him.

He pushed his wand up into her.

"You wouldn't dare," he said.

"When's my next Legilimency lesson?" She breathed.

"Never."

She laughed and then moaned as his wand vibrated harder.

"What else?" He whispered in her ear.

She imagined using Wingardium Leviosa to gently stroke him in class, of cock warming him as she sat on his lap in the Gryffindor common room, of sending her dirty knickers by owl to him at breakfast.

"You should absolutely do that last one." 

She felt her orgasm build.

She imagined she and Pansy kissing between his knees, pawing at each other while he held himself and stroked and waited. She tore off Pansy's shirt and gripped her breast so hard she yelped and bit Hermione's lip. Hermione looked at him, licked her swollen lip, and smiled.

She came harder than she had since their last time together.

"That's my good girl," he whispered and kissed her slowly as she came down.

"Now, think up a few more things, and keep trying to get my attention in class. I don't think I've ever had so much fun in Potions."

"You're leaving?" She asked as he moved off of her. He pulled out an embroidered handkerchief and smirked at her as he cleaned off the tip. She pulled her shirt closed and stared up at him. She hadn't even noticed he'd opened it.

"Oh, don't look so worried, Granger," he said, reaching up to smooth between her brows with his thumb.

"I'll come for you again soon enough."

"Goodness knows I've come for you enough for a lifetime," she grumbled. She didn't want him to leave, but worried if she said that he'd never come back.

"Oh, pet, that still wouldn't be enough."