Author's Note: Hey! It's my first story uploaded! I'm a huge Dramione shipper because there is just something amazingly hot about the good girl and the bad boy. Hope you enjoy, and yes there will probably be more to come ;) Also, be sure to follow me on twitter AnnaBlack1102

Problem Solved

Hermione Granger had a problem. It was a very serious problem that she didn't know how to fix. She'd developed a little infatuation with a silver-haired, Slytherin boy. The same Slytherin that had been tormenting her for the past six years. He was haunting her every thought, showing up in her dreams, and making her squirm at the most inappropriate moments. It had all started one day when she had been running late for class. She was watching Harry and Ron at Quidditch practice and lost track of time. As she hurried through the halls, she rounded a corner and straight into the chest of a very muscular and musky scented man named Draco Malfoy.

Had it not been for the lean arms of her arch enemy, she would have surely hit the floor. Thankfully for her, his reflexes kicked in and he caught her as she stumbled. He pulled her into his chest to steady her and she gasped at the intimacy of their embrace. He must have realized who she was at that moment because mere seconds passed before he was pushing her away.

"Watch it Granger. I know you want this," he started as he gestured to his body with that arrogant smirk on his face. "But I don't need another shower today. Keep your mudblood hands off me."

And with that he was gone, leaving her breathless. She tried to focus on his insults and be angry but she couldn't stop herself from imagining his strong arms. She'd never been held like that before. She could feel her face flush as she realized the forbidden thoughts her mind had conjured and tried to remind herself that it was Malfoy of all people. He had just insulted her again, like he had for years, and now suddenly she was fantasizing about him? She tried to push those thoughts out of her head as she went to class but found them creeping up again at random moments.

She started noticing him a lot more. She caught herself staring on multiple occasions and only wished no one else had. Unfortunately, he had. It happened the week after the first incident. They had been in History of Magic at the time and almost everyone was falling asleep listening to the dull voice of Professor Binns. Even she was having trouble keeping herself from dozing off. She'd been looking around the room at the time, trying to find something to occupy her mind when she spotted Malfoy.

He was sitting with his elbow perched on his desk and his head in his hand. He looked minutes away from letting his eyes droop closed. But instead of allowing himself to snooze and snore—much like her dear friends were beside her—he adjusted his position and stretched his arms above his head. She watched as his school shirt clung to his body and showed off the muscles he had hidden underneath. He was obviously fit, most likely from Quidditch. She found herself staring at those glorious arms that had once, for the briefest of moments, been wrapped around her torso. She couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to be in that position again but in a different setting.

As her thoughts turned embarrassingly dirty, she bit her lip and squirmed in her seat. She could feel herself getting hot for him and her face flushed again at the realization. And that's when he noticed her staring.

She was so shocked to see his eyes on her when she was in that state—aroused and biting her lip—that she didn't look away as she should. Draco smirked when he saw the obvious lust in her eyes. She told herself to glare at him, to look away, to do anything but stare at him in that way but she couldn't. And he stared right back. Then he winked.

She gasped and knocked her book off her desk in surprise, instantly waking most of the class that had lost the ability to stay awake. Harry and Ron jolted awake as well and looked around before turning their confused stares on her. Most of the class was looking at her in fact. She hadn't been more embarrassed since the first time Malfoy called her a mudblood.

Her face turned fifty shades of red as she muttered a quiet apology to the onlookers and picked up her book. When she'd finally dug up enough courage, she glanced at Malfoy to see him snickering to himself. She glared at him and hoped things would go back to normal after that. It didn't.

It went on like that for a while. She would catch herself watching him from across the classroom, across the great hall, even sometimes in the corridors. He didn't notice every time but she didn't linger in case he did. Although, every time he caught her eye it was always followed with a smirk and a wink—as if he was saying he was on to her.

On a particular warmer Saturday, the trio spent the day outside. Harry and Ron were talking about Quidditch practice and the upcoming game against Slytherin. She had been reading her book, not even trying to follow their conversation, when she heard laughter by the lake.

Malfoy and his gang of Slytherins were standing near the water. Someone, most likely Malfoy himself, had just pushed Theodore Nott in and he was standing there drenched while the others laughed at his expense. Malfoy walked away from the group to where they had left their bags and looked up in time to see Hermione staring again. She forced herself to glare at him as that same smirk pulled across his face. He then proceeded to pull off his sweater vest, dragging his school shirt with him slightly and she caught a glimpse of very pale but very smooth skin. She could also see the blonde hair starting at his naval and going south beneath his waistline. His smirk widened as he saw her captivated stare and she bit her lip. She watched him walk back to his friends at the waterline and took in the sight of his well-sculpted ass.

She couldn't take it anymore. She thought about him constantly and was constantly mocked by those eyes of his. She wanted nothing more than to smack that smirk off his face. But a bigger part of her would rather snog it off instead. She tried tacking it up to her hormones going crazy and continued to focus her attention on getting Ron's attention.

It wasn't until Lavender got her claws into Ron that she finally cracked. She was so pent up with sexual tension that she gave in and pleasured herself one night, thinking of Malfoy. She felt disgusted with herself but she couldn't help it. After that night, she still wasn't satisfied and started coming up with a plan to fix her problem. She figured if she could just have him once she could get him out of her system and be done with it. But first she needed to get him to notice her the same way she noticed him.

She started with her hair. It needed to be tamed once and for all. She got Ginny to help her and let her believe she was just trying to win over her brother. She then spelled her clothes to be a little more form fitting instead of how baggy she usually wore them. She even made her skirt a little shorter. It was enough of a difference to be noticeable but not drastic. Still, she felt sexier and only hoped he would too. With a deep breath, she walked from the Gryffindor common room to the Great Hall where her friends were already eating that morning. She risked a quick glance at Malfoy and was disappointed to see he hadn't even looked up from his plate.

"Wow Hermione, you look great." Harry said as she sat next to Ginny. Hermione gave her a weak smile.

"Yes, you do. What's that about? Trying to impress someone?" Lavender asked from her spot next to Ron, although the way she said it she made it sound like a challenge.

"No, just trying to look nice for once." Harry smiled at her and complimented her hair while Lavender eyed her suspiciously. They joked back and forth and she tried not to look at Malfoy but she did once…or twice…or maybe four times. But who's counting? She frowned each time she looked and didn't catch him looking back.

By the time they'd left the Great Hall for potions, she'd basically given up. Especially when she noticed he'd already left with his friends. Obviously he'd gotten bored with making her squirm. She couldn't help but be disappointed that she couldn't return the favor. It wasn't until later in the day when she passed him in the hall that she finally had success.

He had been standing on the fourth corridor, talking with Pansy Parkinson, when he glanced up and caught sight of Hermione. He seemed to trail off mid-sentence as he stared at her and she watched as his eyes looked her up and down. When their eyes finally met, he was given a sultry smirk and a wink before she walked away triumphantly.

Days later, she found herself in the library late at night. It had been a long few hours of studying and laughing with her friends but one by one they called it a night until she was alone. As she was reading, she realized she'd had to read one sentence ten times before it made sense and decided it might be time to call it quits. There was a potions quiz coming up that even she was worried about. Professor Slughorn was nothing like Professor Snape and she actually struggled a bit this year. Harry continued to offer her use of his 'halfblood prince book' but she refused. She trusted that book about as much as she trusted an unbelted book of monsters.

She took a minute to stretch out her arms and glanced around the library to see if anyone else was around. She always felt sort of silly being the last one to leave but that was usually the case. Tonight, however, she was not alone.

A few tables down, Malfoy sat with his legs propped up and a book in his hands. He seemed to be concentrating very hard on whatever he was reading and it gave her the opportunity to really look at him. His silvery blonde hair hung in his grey eyes. He wore his school shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his tie was wrapped loosely around his neck. She could see the muscles in his arm clench as he turned the page and was brought back again to the day he held her. She wanted, no needed, to feel that again.

Hermione set her books aside and mustered up as much Gryffindor bravery as she could before she rose to her feet and sauntered over to him. He must have been fully engrossed in whatever book he held in his hand because he didn't notice her until she was practically on top of him. When he finally sent a glance her way, a long glance that started at her ankles and made its way up to her face, he looked back at his book as he tried to act indifferent.

"What do you want, mudblood? I'm trying to read." He didn't even put much effort into his insult tonight. He must have been tired. She took a deep breath before knocking his book out of his hands. His eyes turned fierce as he turned back to her. She briefly considered backing down but decided she would regret it later. "What the hell do you think you're doing? You better pick that—"

What she did next caught him way off guard. Without a word, she swung her leg and settled herself in his lap, straddling his waist. He froze

"—up." He finished, barely above a whisper. She smirked at him as she played with his tie.

"I've been watching you." She said, smoothing out the wrinkles on his shirt. He didn't move an inch as her hands rubbed over his pectorals.

"I know." His voice was deep and harsh. He was staring at her as he tried to calculate her next move. She reached up with one hand to brush his light hair out of his face. "Granger, what are you doing?"

"I've been watching you for a while. And you've been teasing me. "She gripped his tie and pulled so he sat up straighter. "I think it's my turn now." She leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his frozen lips before sucking his bottom lip into her mouth and pulling on it with her teeth.

He couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips. He kept telling himself that she was a mudblood and he should push her off but she stomped that thought to the ground as she shifted her hips against his stirring arousal. He let out a strangled sound and his head fell back against his chair, his hands gripping her hips as if his life depended on it. Fuck it, he thought as placed little kisses and the occasion bite across his neck, who's going to find out if I give the little mudblood a screaming orgasm on the table.

Just as she was about to pull away, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in for a searing kiss. She gasped, surprised by the sudden movement, and he wasted no time in slipping his tongue passed her awaiting lips. She took a second to recover before following his actions, trying to keep up with the way his tongue moved along hers.

She'd only been kissed once before. And while Viktor Krum had given her some joyful experiences to giggle about with Ginny, they were nothing like the way Malfoy's lips felt on her own. They were ridiculously soft and they moved in perfect unison with her own. She moaned as he sucked on her tongue and pulled her hips against his. She could felt his arousal pressing against her hot center and moaned a second time, much louder than the first. She could feel him smile into the kiss. He continued to work on her lips as his hands roamed her body. They found her Gryffindor tie and expertly removed it without having to break away from the kiss. His fingers then began working on the buttons of her shirt and she started to feel a little nervous.

What if he's disgusted by me? What if he laughs and leaves me here all hot and wanting? Her thoughts were shattered as he undid the last button and pulled away to see what she had hidden underneath. His eyes explored her chest and her slim waist before his hands took over. She gasped and leaned into his expert touch as he fondled her over her bra. Her worries were thrown out the window when he seemed unable to take his eyes off her breasts, even as they were covered. She used his momentary distraction to her advantage and began unbuttoning his shirt. She'd seen the briefest show of flesh that day at the lake and wanted to see it all.

She gazed as his sculpted muscles and ran her hands over his skin in awe. She knew Ron didn't look like this under all those hand knitted sweaters his mummy made him. She knew she wouldn't be staring at him in amazement had he been sitting in Malfoy's position. She couldn't help but chuckle a little as she thought of her friends' reactions if they knew what she was up to. Malfoy raised an eyebrow but didn't comment on her chuckle. Instead he pushed her shirt off before shrugging out of his own. He pulled their lips together again and grinded his hips up into her, making her gasp against his lips.

He hoisted her up as he rose to his feet and her legs wrapped around his waist. He then set her on the table in front of him before twisting his fingers in her hair and attacking her neck. He made sure there would be a lovely mark for her to show off to everyone as he suckled and bit her skin. She clung to his bare back and dug her nails into his shoulder blades, causing him to hiss in her ear.

She could feel his hot breath along her skin as he led a trail of kisses and bites down her neck and across her collar bone. He didn't stop until he reached the valley between her breasts where he lay another kiss before reaching around to unhook the annoying piece of fabric.

Her nipples puckered at the cold air and she gasped as his hands moved over her breasts, massaging her mounds until she was moaning. He rolled each nipple in his fingers as he watched her face, contorted in pleasure. He found himself regretting not doing this sooner. He couldn't stand the noises she was making at his touch. It only made him want to hear more. He wanted her to be screaming his name before the night was over.

"You like that?" He asked in a deep voice as he plucked at her nipples. She moaned in response. "You want more, Granger?" She moaned again at the harsh tone of his voice and nodded. He pinched harder, making her gasp. "Say it."

"More…please." She ran her hands over his shoulders and he lowered his lips to her right nipple while his hand continued to tweak the other. She moaned and ran her fingers through his hair as he suckled her, trading to the other after he was satisfied with the first. When he was happy with the work he'd done to her perky breasts, he ran his hands up her thighs ever so slowly as he looked up at her.

"What do you want, Granger?" She gasped as his thumbs rubbed circles just under the hem of her skirt. "Tell me what you want."

"T-touch me, please." She moaned, pulling him in to kiss his lips. He smirked as his hands moved further up her thighs, covered fully by her school girl skirt. He grasped her cotton panties and pulled them over her bum, nearly making her lose her balance. He stepped away from her to pull them all the way off her shaking legs.

"Spread your legs from me." He said, nudging her knees with his hands. She complied, although she was very nervous. She watched as he grabbed her thighs and pulled her to the very edge of the table. His hand slid between her legs which opened wider on their own accord and his fingers found her hot and wet. "Mmm, you're practically dripping for me."

She moaned as he ran a finger up her slit and separated her folds. His thumb quickly and skillfully found her clit as he rubbed circles causing moans and incomprehensible words to spill out of her mouth.

"Yes…right there…more…oh, please, Draco." He felt a shiver run down his spine as she moaned his name.

"You like that?" He muttered as she clenched the edge of the table.

"Oh! Yes! So good!"

"You want more?" She nodded frantically, unable to form words. He pinched her clit. "Say it."

"Yes! Please, Draco!" She cried out and he obliged, thrusting his middle finger into her hot cavern. She clung to his shoulders and pulled him in, attacking his lips. Her kiss was sloppy but she was too far gone to care. Malfoy inserted another finger causing her to throw her head back in ecstasy.

"Is that good, Granger? You like the way I make you feel?"

"Yes, oh god, Draco! It's so good." She could feel herself nearing the edge and was practically shaking with pleasure. He pumped his fingers in her faster while his thumb rubbed circles over her clit. Just as she thought she would lose it, he pulled out. She cried out in protest but he made up for it as he got on his knees.

If she thought he was good with his hands, she was about to lose her mind over what he could do with her tongue. He slipped his hot tongue between her folds and lapped up her juices. Her hands dug themselves into his hair as she tried to convince herself she wasn't dreaming. Draco Malfoy was tongue fucking her for Merlin's sake. She was so overwhelmed with passion that she couldn't think straight. She knew she should be worrying about the consequences she would have to deal with when this was over but every time she tried, his tongue would brush against her walls in the best way or his teeth would scrape pleasantly over her clit.

She forced herself not to think about how he got to be as good at this as he was. She focused instead on how amazing he made her feel. She had never gone this far with anyone else but she knew without a doubt that no other man could have the same effect on her. She knew she had to return the favor.

Her thighs shook as she felt her orgasm building and she threw her head back again. His fingers took over by thrusting into her while his mouth sucked on her clit.

"Come for me, Hermione. I want to hear you scream." At the sound of his voice, humming over her cunt, she came hard, crying his name loud. He lapped it all up, his tongue flicking over her sensitive bud occasionally just to add to the intensity of her orgasm. She could feel her body shake as she fell back against the table. He gave her a moment to catch her breath before pulling her roughly to his chest. She reveled in the fact that she had his arms around her again, like she'd always wanted. "I didn't hear a scream, Hermione."

She blushed and looked away, remembering the noises she had been making. It was starting to sink in what she'd been doing and the urge to flee was setting in. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. As he stared into her eyes, she wondered what he was seeing. How much was she revealing to him with just a look?

"Oh no, none of that now. I'm not done with you yet." He said and crashed his lips to hers. She could taste herself on his lips and didn't know whether to be disgusted or turned on. She felt his hands move to her ass and his hips pressed against her. His straining erection prodded her inner thigh. She suddenly wanted to feel more of him. She began unbuckling his belt but froze at the sound of the library doors opening and closing. They suddenly weren't alone anymore.

They pulled apart abruptly and dressed in haste. They tried to act casual as the librarian made her way to their table.

"My heavens, what are you doing here so late? It's after midnight." She scolded and Hermione glanced at the clock on the wall. She hadn't even noticed how long they'd been there. She'd been too busy with Draco….and his tongue.

"I'm sorry, Madame. We were studying for Professor Slughorn's upcoming quiz and lost track of time." Hermione chewed on her lip, hoping the old woman believed her. She had no idea what state her hair was in after all the tugging Draco had done. She truly hoped he'd done a good job at hiding his erection.

"Well, off to bed then. The both of you." Hermione blushed at the thought of Draco in her bed. She cast a glance at Malfoy and saw him trying to hide his smirk. At least his thoughts seemed to be along the same lines as hers. She swooped down to pick up his book before nodding to the librarian and heading out. She hadn't noticed Malfoy was behind her until she heard him sigh in relief.

"It's a good thing you did the talking, Granger. Had it not been so dark in there, she would have noticed something." She glanced at him and flushed as she noticed his trousers were still tented. He grabbed her arm and pulled her against him. "Now, where were we?"

She placed a hand on his chest as he tried to kiss her. His face looked to be mixed with annoyance and confusion. She turned away before she could talk herself into sleeping with him.

"No, Malfoy. I don't think it would be wise to risk it. We could easily get caught again. I can't have that happening." She turned and started for the Gryffindor tower.

"You have got to be joking. You're not honestly going to leave me like this after what I just did for you." He said that like it was a fact.

"You've got hands don't you? Good night, Malfoy." She turned and winked over her shoulder, pleased to find him standing there with his mouth agape.

As she turned in for the night, she realized the night had turned out better than she could have ever hoped. She got what she wanted while leaving Malfoy hot and bothered for once. She knew there could be repercussions for what she'd done to him but she'd deal with that when she got there.

A/N: There it is! I hope you enjoyed my first real smut and my first dramione fic. Please comment, even if it's negative. I love reading feedback 3