Draco Malfoy walked through the halls of Hogwarts alone. It was December 23rd and almost all the other students had gone home for the holidays. He had written to his parents previously, telling them he had important business for the Dark Lord he had to see to at the school and could not return home. The truth was Draco was running out of time. He thought for sure the broken Vanishing Cabinet would have been far easier to repair than it was proving to be. He thought a few simple casts of reparo on it and it would be good as new.
But it seems as though that was not the case. He had located it the previous year, after ousting Harry Potter and his little illegal school club for Defense Against the Dark Arts and recognized it from his visits to Borgin and Burkes with his father. He had succeeded in deducing it created a passageway between the school and the shop after talking to Montague. The poor seventh year Slytherin had nearly been killed by those annoying Weasley twins. But Montague's recounting of hearing voices at Borgin and Burkes and Potter's little group, he was sure it would work.
Draco thought he would have been afforded a lot more time as well. However, some correspondence, disguised as a letter from his mother, told him the Dark Lord expected to see results and soon. That prompted the Slytherin to send the family owl to Borgin and Burkes, with a letter demanding the cursed necklace he had seen in there every year since his second going to Hogwarts. Draco even said to take the fees out of the family vault and to send the necklace back with his owl immediately.
Draco thought for sure that using the bit of polyjuice potion of Slughorn's to slip into Hogsmeade as a third-year student was brilliant. And it was, Madam Rosmerta was none the wiser when she fell under his Imperius Curse. The unassuming barmaid thought she was as well protected as Hogwarts, living in the shadow of Dumbledore but she was so very wrong. Everything was going according to plan until he landed in detention with McGonagall. The old bat was getting stricter with the sixth- and seventh-year students. Draco was not sure if this was because they were getting older and learned much more advanced and potentially dangerous magic or if she was simply stressed.
Dumbledore had been leaving the school often. Draco was no idiot and could see that the headmaster, rotten as he was, was not in the school much. Only spending a night or two there a month while he was otherwise gone. McGonagall having to pick up the slack as Deputy Headmistress must be putting a strain on her. Draco mused he might be ordered to kill her next, if he could just get to Dumbledore.
The necklace ploy failed spectacularly, of course. It happened right in front of Potter and his little Mudblood and Blood Traitor friends. They had reported Bell being cursed and he was sure Potter suspected him. Draco mentally kicked himself for not ensuring the train left the station with Potter still on it. It would have been worth losing house points and a detention over it.
Thankfully, Slughorn was not very observant, and more concerned about making connections and leeching off the newest generation of students to notice over half the cauldron of polyjuice was empty. Draco knew he was going to have to take more serious steps to ensure his own safety and to keep that meddling Potter, Granger, and Weasley off his scent. However, the little Mudblood had influence and she did not seem to think he was a threat. Good that was very good. The less she thought he was dangerous the better. He needed her to think he was not a threat and just an annoyance as she was to him.
Draco frowned as he continued on through the halls of the school, surprised that his thoughts had turned to Granger all of a sudden. She was his biggest academic rival. He, Draco Malfoy, could only ever come in second to her. And occasionally, he fell further behind still. It infuriated him and his father as well. The number of lectures Lucius Malfoy gave him had increased exponentially it seemed since their first year. And now, his father was in Azkaban, and he was head of his house. At least until Lucius returned and Voldemort fully took over.
Draco could not wait until the Dark Lord was out of his family home and living openly in power, sitting in the Minister's office or in Dumbledore's chair or somewhere else entirely. The Malfoy scion did not care where, as long as it was no longer his father's seat, and his family still held their considerable influence and power as they always had.
Finally, Draco stopped when he was in front of his destination, the Library. He needed to find some books on how to repair that cabinet and hopefully cast the appropriate spells on it to make it fully functional and open the passageway. That was the plan he had devised over the summer. And Dark Lord fully approved, even assigned a group of Death Eaters to come through, once it was opened.
Draco strolled through the Library as if he owned it. No one else was here, everyone was with their families, enjoying their holidays. He was sure Granger would be with Potter and Weasley doing something annoying like reading. Although, he had to admit it was not annoying when he himself read. Just when she did it. Why that bothered him he was not sure.
Just as he was stopped perusing the section on spellcraft a hand slipped in front of his own and he pushed his own over top of it to stop the person.
"What do you think you're doing?" came a female voice.
"What do you mean what am I doing? What're you doing here?" Draco responded before he even knew who was next to him. He turned and looked shocked, as standing to his left, with her hand on a book and his own over top of hers, was none other than Hermione Granger.
"I chose to stay and study if you must know!" Granger said. "And I've been here the last two hours! You only waltzed in here five minutes ago! Now let me have that book!" she said and tugged on the tome.
"No." Draco said with a smirk. "You'll have to take it from me." He said and pressed his hand hard against hers. Hermione let out a pained gasp and then relaxed her grip. Draco felt her relent and he eased up himself. That was his mistake. In a moment, not only had the bushy- haired girl grabbed the book but she had grasped his own wrist and spun him around and pushed him into the bookcase.
"Now I'm in charge here." Granger said, whispering in Draco's ear, her breath hot on his neck. "Play nice or being changed into a ferret will look pleasant compared to what I'll do to you." She hissed. Her body pressed against his and she shoved him hard before releasing him.
Draco spun around but Granger was gone, like a specter. The blonde Malfoy heir scowled and decided it was late enough as it was and left the library. That was the second time since they had known one another she had bested him with physical strength. She was a girl, and he was a boy, he was supposed to be stronger, was he not?
Later that night, Draco tossed and turned in his bed in the Slytherin dungeons. He could not get the feeling that Hermione Granger had given him out of his head. She had been entirely in control of him, pushing him into the stack. He had sworn he felt her knee push into his butt and force his pelvis forward, rubbing his crotch against the books. Had she meant to do that? To stimulate him? Surely, she had not been wanting that.
Draco was not into her all of a sudden, was he? No, no he was not. Yes, she was an upgrade from Pansy, and Pansy was not unattractive, but she was also not as smart as Granger was either. Pansy usually just scraped by and was not at all into intellectual conversation. And there had been more than one debate between himself and Granger in Arithmancy that he had actually enjoyed.
He had never been sure if it was mutual enmity between them that fueled their debates or if it was something more. The two of them had gotten older and more mature as time had gone on. And there were images in Malfoy's mind of Granger at the Yule Ball two years ago that still danced in his head. Part of him hated the fact that Potter and Weasley had all of her attention and the only kind he got from her was negative. Until today.
The following morning, feeling haggard and unrested, Draco went up to breakfast in the Great Hall. Granger was there, true to form sitting alone at the Gryffindor table. The blonde felt a small pang of pity for her. She was never alone, she was always with Potter, Weasley or both or occasionally one of those other vapid Gryffindors he had never bothered to learn the names of; he just did not care.
Once he had eaten, he waited and watched. Granger got up to go back to the common room or the library and he decided to act. Quickly he followed her out of the Great Hall, through the entrance hall and just before the staircases he caught her hand. Hermione gasped and pulled before bodily pushing him against the wall, her eyes blazing with ferocity.
"What do you want this time Malfoy?" she asked her face less than inch from his own.
"I still want that book from yesterday." He replied, grinning. Granger looked like she was blushing before Draco tried to squirm from her grip. As he did so, she twisted and suddenly, his feet were out from under him, and she was on top of him.
"You're not getting that book until I'm done with it." She hissed. Draco looked at their position, his hands were pinned by hers above his head and he was on his back. Granger was over top of him and her knee was pressing between his legs.
Draco squirmed again. He felt her knee apply pressure and he gasped, turning red. His cock was stopping her knee from hitting his balls but pressing against her felt good.
"Oh? What's this? Do you like that?" Granger asked, a smirk trailing across her face as she shifted her knee against him, grinding gently.
"N-n-no…" Draco lied.
"I think you do." Granger said and she lifted her knee now, stroking his crotch through his pants.
"N-N-" Draco tried to say no but he knew she could feel his erection growing and that she was in control.
"Oh, you do!" Granger murmured, her bushy brown locks were falling around her face. "You like it when I'm in control. A filthy little Mudblood making you happy." She cooed in his ear while her knee gently bounced against him. As Draco gasped and squirmed, he realized something, he was enjoying the loss of control.
A little spark of light and clarity slipped through his mind fog of the last day, and he realized that Hermione Granger had awakened something in him. He bit his lip and moaned.
"Beg for it. Beg for release." Granger commanded.
"Please…" Draco ground out as Granger's leg did its work.
"Please, what?"
"Let me…make me…"
"Make you what?"
"Come." Draco's last whispered word was a plea for the insatiable release he now desperately needed. Granger smirked and shrugged, working her knee a little faster and forcefully. Draco eyes closed and before he could let out a cry of relief, her lips were over his mouth. His yelp of pleasured release was lost to her lips and tongue.
"Good boy, now clean yourself up. Don't want the teachers to see you with that stain on your pants." Granger said as she stood up and crossed her arms over her chest.
Draco nodded and slowly stood up and pulled out his wand. He cast Scourgify on himself to clean up the fluids he released from Granger's ministrations.
"If you want more, meet me in the seventh-floor corridor tonight after dinner." Granger said with a wink and quickly strode off back to Gryffindor tower. Draco slowly shook himself back to his usual dignified self and decided he had a date that night and he needed to be ready for it.