Breaking The Pattern

Draco prides himself on his self-control. He’d managed to trick two of the world’s most powerful wizards in history as a teenager. He’d hidden a plot to kill one of said wizard’s from everyone around him for nearly a year. He had stood there while Granger was writhing on his drawing-room floor, certain that he would die if he stepped between her and his aunt.

Perhaps pride isn’t the word for it.

Self-control was something Draco expected of himself. Yes, that was more accurate.

Which is why it was so surprising that he couldn’t control himself around her. After nearly being caught out by Ginny Weasley, he’d decided he needed an excuse to talk to Granger in front of other people. Luckily, they were in all of the same NEWTs. Plus the three others Granger is in.

While their secret rendezvous remained his favorite part of the week, he’d figured out a way to see her every day.

Study partners. 

He’d suggested it when they were in Potions class. She’d accepted in Alchemy. 

“We cannot get distracted,” she’d impressed upon him when she agreed that it made sense for two of the smartest students at Hogwarts to study together.

He’d just smirked at her, trying to think of what table was the most well hidden in the library.

They had settled on a table near the windows, overlooking the lake. 

Granger looked magnificent in natural light. Like she’d been struck by a Lumos Solem so bright, she’d outshine the sun. He’d have to think of a less flowery way of saying that to her.

Every afternoon, before supper, they’d meet at their table and go through their work.

Draco didn’t exactly stick to Granger’s no distraction rule.

Instead, he’d begun to behave as a lovesick third year, drawing his foot up the inside of her leg every so often, just to see her blush. He’d write notes on the top of her parchment.

You look quite pretty when you are this focused.

You have the softest lips. Can we take a break?

That one’s wrong.

She’d glance at them quickly and then fix him with a cross scowl or a pleased smile.

By the time October rolls around, the only thing Draco looks forward to is seeing her. His classes are droll, his classmates are vengeful, and his friends are nosy.

Every other interaction makes Draco want to gouge his eyes out.

Defending himself against cowardly attacks from the lions. 

Answering questions he knew the answers to three years ago. 

Explaining to Zabini and Nott that he wasn’t doing anything nefarious when he snuck out after curfew.

So at the end of each school day, he goes to his room, collects the stack of books he probably won’t open and the sugar quills he’d bought in bulk supply, and heads to the library.

Unfortunately for Draco, Granger is the nicest person he’s ever met.

If she has her way, she’ll turn Draco into a harmless pygmy puff of a man.

When he walks in and sees Theo Nott at his table, he assumes Granger has sat elsewhere. But when he makes it past the stacks and spots Granger laughing at something Nott has said, his mood sours.

“Hello Draco,” Theo says, too chipper for Draco’s liking.

He returns the greeting with a sharp nod, setting his books down and looking at Granger meaningfully.

“Theo wondered if he could join us. We have Arithmancy together, and I've been wanting to get a second opinion on my calculations for the weather words.”

You could have asked me for help. Draco is mad at himself as soon as he thinks it. 

“I still don’t understand why you are taking Arithmancy. I thought you didn’t believe in divining the future,” he says, sitting beside her.

She scoots an inch closer, reaching for her quill, and he is suddenly less upset Theo has crashed their study session.

From here, he could put his hands on Granger’s body with none the wiser.

“Even I have to admit when I am wrong. While I don’t think divination is particularly solid magic, arithmancy requires a methodic approach to numeric values. It’s logical,” she shrugs.

“And you want to have the most NEWTs in Hogwarts history,” Theo points out.

She doesn’t disagree with him, but I know it isn’t true. Not anymore. The old Granger would probably be living in the library to make sure she gets Outstandings on them all. Draco thinks it is more to keep herself busy at this point.

He’s watched her when she starts overthinking about the War. She goes silent, her aura dimming in a way that makes Draco seethe.

She doesn’t deserve such dark thoughts. 

Draco takes a hand and settles it on Granger’s knee, her skirt exposing the tan skin there.

She doesn’t say anything. Instead, she scoots closer, glancing at Theo.

“Would you mind checking my calculations for the Spring?” She asks, passing Theo a stack of parchment thick enough to be bound into a small novel.

He nods and sets straight to work, to Draco’s pleasure.

Granger surprises him by placing her hand on top of his own, and sliding it further up her leg, underneath the hem of her skirt.

He looks at her and tries not to react to the mischievous grin on her face.

Holding eye contact, he traces circles with his thumb on the outside of her thigh, applying more pressure with his other fingers.

She shifts her thighs wider apart, an invitation for him to adventure further.

Draco is flustered. They’d been snogging for weeks now, getting intimately familiar with the top halves of each other's bodies. But he hadn’t yet gotten to experience the warmth between her legs.

His eyes flitter around the room, checking to see who else might see his hand snaking its way towards her pussy.

Apart from Theo, there are only a handful of other students, all far enough away.

Feeling emboldened by the heat in her eyes when he looks back, Draco brushes his hand against the apex of her thigh.

She’s not wearing knickers. He moans softly.

“Draco?” Theo asks and he jerks back his knee hitting the underside of the desk sharply.

“What?” 

“Are you alright?” Theo has a dumb knowing smirk on his face.

Fuck.

“I’m fine.”

There is a beat where he is sure Theo is going to call him out on the moan that came out of his mouth at his discovery.

Instead, Theo stands up.

“Granger, I’m starved. Do you mind if I take these and return them to you Wednesday?”

She nods, her face bright red. 

“Cheers,” Theo laughs, grabbing his bag and heading out of the library, head shaking.

“Subtle,” Granger admonishes.

“What did you expect I would do upon finding you aren’t wearing any knickers?”

“Not moan like a prepubescent boy,” she teases him.

Draco is grateful his pale complexion doesn’t allow for blushing. Saucy little witch.

Draco had pulled his hand from under her skirt at the sound of his name, but he doesn’t have any intention of wasting this opportunity.

Pulling his wand out of his pocket, he casts a silencing charm and a disillusionment charm, so that anyone else will merely see them quietly studying.

Then he turns in his chair so both hands can access Granger’s soft thighs. His long legs keep her caged into her seat and he has to lean in to put his hands on her.

“It’s not a very strong silencing charm, so you’ll have to keep it down,” he warms her.

“No promises.”

Moaning softly, Draco spreads apart her thighs, tracing light patterns into her skin, pressing a firm kiss on her pale pink lips. She leans into him, her hands resting on his forearms.

That won’t do. Draco takes her hands and places them on his shoulders so she has to lean back against the chair.

It spreads her legs just the right amount that he can finally, trace his fingers against her mound.

He knows his fingers are cold, and he relishes the sigh that comes from her lips.

Kissing her again, he uses his right thumb to delve between her lower lips, finding her clit and swirling through the wetness he finds there.

“Draco,” Granger’s voice comes out tight.

He nudges his left leg against her right, spreading her further, so that his left hand can reach in, a finger slipping into her.

She clenches her entire body and he goes rock hard at the sound of her heavy breathing.

Applying more pressure to her clit, he moves in circles and patterns, writing words of praise against her hot skin.

“Oh God,” she curls her fingers into the fabric of his robes, throwing her head back and exposing her neck to his mouth.

He moves faster, slipping a second finger into her soaked pussy and biting at her neck, wishing she were splayed out on the table next to them.

“Draco, I’m going to-” she arches her back and he keeps fingering her clit, fucking her with his fingers.

She lets out a loud moan as she tightens beneath his ministrations, her orgasm running through her whole body.

“So good,” he kisses her jaw. “So perfect.”

She moves her hands from his shoulders to around the back of his neck, sealing their lips together and pulling him tightly against her.

When they pull apart, Draco remembers where they are.

Granger must too, because she jerks her head around making sure no one is the wiser.

“I didn’t know you could be that quiet,” Draco can’t help but tease her.

He pulls his hands from between her legs, her slickness still on his fingers.

Feeling playful, he lifts them to his mouth and licks them clean.

The O of Granger’s shocked mouth nearly makes him cum in his pants.

“I think it’s time you show me your room,” Granger says, her eyes raking up and down his body, still enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm.

He nods, pushing a curl behind her ear and kissing her once more.

What he could do with her splayed out in front of him.