Chapter 4

After Potions, Draco and Hermione separated for the rest of the day, having no additional classes together. They saw each other again briefly at lunch, but the Great Hall was too busy for them to do anything. Predictably, Hermione buried her nose in a book and hardly touched her food. Draco grinned at the sight, feeling a strange warmth in his stomach at the sight. Hermione and books… Some things just never changed. Which was why, when Hermione wasn't in their dormitory at the end of the day, Draco knew exactly where to find her.

Entering the library his nose was assaulted by the smell of dusty, aging books. He took a deep breath and let the smell wash over his senses. It reminded him of Hermione. Books, ink and jasmine. Those three scents would forever be tied to the bookworm who had managed to set his blood on fire more than once. At the mere smell, memories flooded him and he felt his member stir in response. He needed to find Hermione. Quickly.

He found her in the History of Magic section. It was the most secluded and ill visited part of the library because… well, history, you know? As Draco rounded the corner, he saw her sitting at a table, her nose deep in the gigantic book in front of her. She seemed completely oblivious to anything around her. Really, Draco could probably very easily sneak up on her and she wouldn't even notice him…

The thought sparked an instant idea in his mind. A devilish grin spread on his face. Crouching down he set his plan into motion, carefully and quietly inching closer and closer to Hermione's table. She noticed absolutely nothing as he crawled under the table. He was instantly rewarded with a clear sight of Hermione's shapely legs (he remembered how they wrapped around him when she was cumming), her short school skirt (which, just earlier this very same day, he had pushed aside to claim her – twice) and the tingling scent he knew was unique to Hermione (it had completely invaded his sheets and his head by now!). Knowing she was still without her panties, Draco knew he would have easy access to set his plan into motion.

Carefully and slowly, he pressed a kiss to the exposed skin of her knee. He felt Hermione jump and chuckled in dark delight.

"Draco?!" Hermione hissed above him. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I was missing you," Draco answered huskily and planted another kiss on her, this time on the opposite knee. "I went to the dormitory but you weren't there." Kiss. "So I thought," Kiss. "Where could she be?" Kiss.

Hermione spread her legs ever so slightly in silent response. Draco's smiled widened. "So I checked the Great Hall." Kiss, this time on the lowest part of her inner thigh. "No Hermione." Kiss. "And I checked the grounds." Kiss. "No Hermione." Kiss. "And then lightning struck."

Kiss, further up her thigh this time. Hermione's legs spread further. Draco got a clear glimpse of her glistering sex. "The Library!" Kiss, followed by a slow, caressing finger, inching over her exposed thigh. He was rewarded with a suppressed moan from Hermione. "So here I am, and here you are." Kiss and caress. "And I just couldn't keep my hands to myself."

His hand was now so close to her sex he could practically feel her dampness on his fingertips.

"Spread your legs all the way, Granger," he commanded huskily. "I need to taste you!"

"Draco, we can't, this is the Library!" Hermione hissed in response, but still her legs opened up further to him. "This is practically Holy Land to me!"

Draco let out another throaty chuckle and slowly ran his hand over Hermione's exposed, glistening slit. Again, Hermione jumped a little at the pleasure and a small sigh escaped her lips.

"Then why are you so wet?" he asked, his smile obvious even to Hermione, who couldn't even see him.

"It's a bodily function, nothing I can do about it," she replied primly, but was betrayed by yet another moan, when Draco again ran a finger over her clit.

"But Granger," Draco said teasingly, flicking her clit once more. "No one is preventing you from leaving."

Silence.

"I see," Draco chuckled. "So you are turned on, even here in your Holy Land."

"Of course I am," Hermione finally huffed and spread her legs fully. "You turn me on so badly not even books can distract me."

"My, my 'Mione," Draco laughed as he wrapped his hands around her thighs and pulled her to the edge of her chair, bringing her drenched sex flush against his face. "I do believe that's the greatest compliment you have ever given me."

"Just shut up and make me cum!" Hermione demanded, wriggling her sweet, little ass in anticipation.

"Oh I will, Granger," Draco promised huskily. "But you have to earn it!"

"What do you m…" Hermione managed to say before her last word turned into a deep moan as Draco finally ran his tongue over the full length of her sex.

The taste of her was unlike any other. To him, it was the taste of complete sexual satisfaction. It was the taste of his own, personal Holy Land. He breathed her scent in deeply before repeating his previous action, running his tongue from the bottom of her cleft to the top. When he reached her nub he gave it a sharp flick with the tip of his tongue, something he knew from experience that Hermione particularly loved. She jumped in her seat once more and emitted a deep, throaty moan.

"I love those moans," he whispered sensually and flicked her clit again. "Give me more of those moans, 'Mione."

Out the corner of his eye, he saw how she reached for her wand in her cloak pocket and quickly grabbed her hand to stop her.

"No magic," he said sternly followed by another flick.

Hermione stiffened ever so slightly.

"Are you serious?" she said hesitantly.

"Absolutely," he replied. "I want you to come unhinged right here in your sanctuary. I want to hear you moan for me as I make you cum. If you don't want anyone to know, you'll just have to do it quietly so that only I can hear."

Then he set to work on her sex like a ravenous beast on the brink of starvation. He licked her with long, soft strokes but at the top of her slit, he hardened his tongue and flicked her clit as before. Each time Hermione jumped and gave a little moan in response. Draco felt his own member getting dangerously hard, begging to be let out of his pants.

"You taste so amazing," he whispered against her moistness. "Like honey and peaches."

A moan was all the response he got. She was already getting close, he knew (having made her cum several times already he knew, that even the mighty Hermione had a hard time talking when she was in the throes of passion). But he was not ready for her to cum yet. He pulled back his head and fondly admired her wetness.

"Draco?" Hermione whispered, half a question, half a plea.

"Remember when I said you had to earn it?" Draco teased. "Well, I need you to beg. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

Slowly, he placed a finger at her welcoming entrance and gently started pushing his way into her.

"Is this what you want?" he teased.

"Oh Merlin yes," Hermione breathed. She scooted out even further on the chair and spread her legs wider to allow him complete access. Draco laughed huskily and pushed his finger all the way into her.

"Like this?"

"And you tongue," Hermione demanded. "I need your tongue too."

Draco was only too happy to comply, finding her clit with her tongue easily.

"Another finger," came another demand from above the table and Draco hurried to meet it, pushing another finger into her, feeling her contract slightly around him as he did.

"You're so wet," he moaned into her sex. "So wet for me."

"Only you," she breathed in reply, making something in Draco's chest lurch dangerously. His heart?

He doubled his efforts on her clit, making her squirm almost violently.

"G-spot," came the next demand. Draco curled his fingers upwards inside of her till he felt the surface of her g-spot. Hermione moaned in reply. Loudly. Almost too loudly.

A voice sounded a few rows down and both Hermione and Draco stilled instantly as they listened. Another voiced answered the first and was followed by footsteps. Footsteps that were headed in their direction. Draco, knowing that he was pretty well covered by both the table, the darkness of this part of the library as well as his cloak, grinned and slowly started working his fingers in and out again.

"Draco, we'll get caught!" Hermione hissed.

"Not if you're quiet enough," Draco answered simply and returned his tongue to her clit.

Just in that moment the face of a 1st year student rounded the corner of the nearest bookshelf, making Hermione jump nervously.

"Is this the Herbology section?" the young girl asked.

"N-n-no," Hermione stammered in reply. Draco, well-hidden below the table, gave her another flick as reward. "It's four rows down and to the left."

"Thanks!" the girl answered brightly and almost skipped away again.

In his hideout, Draco felt Hermione sag in relief.

"That was close," she muttered. "Would you please just make me cum now?"

"What is this," Draco laughed, "the haughty Hermione Granger said please! How can I do anything else but indulge her?"

And with no further ado he rammed his fingers against her g-spot, sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it repeatedly with his tongue. The response was immediate as Hermione threw back her head with a great, deep (somewhat loud) moan and climaxed. Draco lapped up her juices and savoured the feeling of her contractions around his fingers (only almost wishing it was his member, she was clutching like that).

Hermione's hand suddenly appeared underneath the table. She reached out to him and ran her fingers slowly and caressingly through his hair. Closing his eyes, he leaned into the caress and gave himself over to it.

"That was great," Hermione said breathlessly. Draco grinned as he made his way out from under the table. As he emerged, he looked up at her flushed, beautiful face. Her eyes were wide, her forehead was moist, her cheeks were flaming red and her hair was even bushier than normal but she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The thought caught him completely off guard and he hurried to mask it with a nervous cough and a trademark sleazy Draco remark.

"I thought you might like that," he drawled nonchalantly.

Hermione blinked a few times before letting her eyes fall his very straining and very apparent erection.

"Seems you liked it too," she said with a raised eyebrow.

"Your pleasure is my pleasure," he replied with a wicked wink. He was just about to do his customary throaty chuckle when Hermione broke into a seductive grin. His laugh stuck in his throat and he was unable to move as Hermione rose, gathered up her things, straightened her skirt and came up to him, pushing herself flush against his chest.

"Then you're going to love what I have planned for tonight," she whispered seductively, kissed him on the cheek and walked out as if nothing had happened. Stunned, Draco turned around to look after her and her swaying hips. Something had happened, though. Draco's erection jumped violently and split a seam in his pants.

I actually thought I would not be writing any more Fanfiction ever again. But, you know, nothing is ever that black or white. I 'accidentally' reread this story and suddenly this chapter appeared in my mind, and I knew, I had to get it out. I even have another chapter in mind as well, so I might just write that too!

Hope you guys enjoy it and can forgive my loooong absence. *Cough* 7 years *cough*!