Hermione/Draco
“Why is it whenever I look for you, Granger,” a familiar voice purred from below her, “You’re always in peril.”
She stepped up another rung on the ladder. Whether it was to reach a higher shelf or prove a point she wasn’t entirely certain.
The soft light of dusk streamed through the window. She made it a point not to look down. Not to see the light and shadows dancing across his face.
“Peril ? I would hardly call this peril, Malfoy.” She huffed a loose curl off her forehead.
She scanned the shelf next to her, rattling off the list of titles in her head. Advanced Runes Translations Volumes 1, 2 and A History of Bogie Curses ? You’re not in the right place, she thought to herself. I’ll just put you-
He was quiet, for now, but she could feel his steel gray eyes burrowing into her. Through her. She knew he hadn’t moved from his position against the shelves.
She would not allow herself to be distracted by his soft uniform, or his hair that fell just so. She shook her head to clear him out. When she could not turn herself off completely from his charms, she stepped up slightly, letting her thighs rub together, alleviating some tension.
The ladder wobbled slightly and she looked down, but Malfoy only folded his arms, a smug look draped across his insufferable face.
“You do realize you’re a witch, yes?” He drawled, “Is there a reason you’re hanging haphazardly from a ladder and not levitating these books to their proper place?”
She cocked her head, entertaining the question for a moment. “Did you need something? Or are you just here to watch me?”
A group of Ravenclaw girls walked by and giggled. Hermione rolled her eyes before reaching to the opposite side of the aisle. She couldn’t stand the giggling. That’s all these girls did. Like they knew him, she thought, knew what he was actually capable of. Her cheeks flushed and she determined herself to finish her task at hand. She would not let her mind wander. The fur cloak draped around his shoulders would surely make the perfect blanket. He would lay her down, fingers gently untucking the bottom of her shirt -
No.
She just needed to finish this. The shelf was just past her reach when the ladder creaked softly and wobbled in place. She gripped the rung tighter.
“Granger!” She heard his soft growl and risked a glance. His jaw was set in place, “At least put a bloody sticking charm on the ladder.” He snapped.
She attempted to lean again before his wand was out and pointed at her left hand.
“Wingardium Leviosa,” and the book lifted from her grip and returned to the correct place on the opposing shelf.
She visibly pouted.
“Are you going to come down?” He waited.
“That depends”, she ruminated. Finally she stepped down from the ladder and he scooped her into his arms before her foot could hit the library floor.
“You silly little witch,” he breathed into her neck, pushing her hair behind her ears.
“You should go.” She insisted. What she meant was, please linger longer. Please lean against the tomes as if you’re the one who holds them up. Their hours together were so numbred. So few. She didn’t want that. Could never want that. He made her feel alive.
Her heart rate elevated. She was sure he could hear it in the quiet alcove. Her hands curled up around his shoulders and gripped hard on the thick fabric of his red uniform.
“And why’s that?”
She could feel his smile against her skin. Her breath hitched as he spun her against the ladder, her back digging into the wood. His thigh pushed between her legs, pinning her harder against the nearest rung. The motion of his knee danced around her clit and she gasped. The sensation sent gooseflesh up her arms.
“Draco,” she whispered.
She shook her head as his fingers skimmed up between her thighs. “It’s so,” she sucked in a breath, “hard to think when you’re here.”
“Who said you needed to think.” He kissed around her collar, bringing his mouth to her jaw. “Let’s turn that pretty brain off for a while.”
He cast a wandless silencing charm as his fingers walked along the lace of her knickers and dipped into her arousal. He played for a moment before dragging his fingers up around her clit.
She writhed against the ladder as he wrapped his fur cloak around her, shielding her.
He slipped two fingers inside her and she keened, thankful for the charm.
“Hermione Granger,” he tutted, “is this one of your fantasies? Fucking me in the library? So wet for me already.”
She nodded her head as his thumb worked circles around her clit.
“Needed you,” she whined, her hips bucking further into his hand as he pulled more gasps from her mouth. He could make her come so quickly.
“Well,” he smirked, finally crashing his lips into hers. “I can’t seem to stay away, can I?”