Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own anything related to Harry Potter. If I did, that would make me JK Rowling, and if I were her, I'd be writing the 6th book instead of this.

Chapter 7

Pleasures of the Library

Hermione sat in Arithmancy glaring at the back of Draco's head. He still hadn't told her what he was blackmailing her for, not that it mattered quite yet. Since the previous night, she hadn't had any free time to do any research in the library. However, she was still furious that he hadn't told her the spell.

'The pompous ass,' she thought. 'How dare he try to blackmail me. What would make him so certain I'm not going to go to Professor Snape for the spell? Okay, maybe because I wasn't willing to the other night, but if the slimy git doesn't tell me I'll find out myself. I'm not going to allow him to play me. I don't know what I ever saw in him. To think I once actually fancied him.'

Hermione continued to glare at the back of Draco's head. Fortunately that day's lesson was rather simple. Well, actually non-existent. Professor Vector had changed her plans for the day. They were supposed to be covering a new topic that day, but instead spent the class period discussing the previous night's homework. The majority of the students had trouble completing it and were still extremely confused. However, Hermione had no problem finishing it, as she excelled at Arithmancy. This left her free to glare at the blond Slytherin while silently chanting 'dick, dick, dick'.

'You know what you saw in him, and still do,' Hermione's mind taunted her. 'He's sexy…even charming when he wants to be. And of course you can't forget his mind. In case you failed to notice he's the only other student in the class who didn't have trouble with last night's assignment.'

Regardless how she felt about him sexually, she couldn't help but attempt to bore holes into the back of his head. Perhaps it was her attraction to him that made her so angry. It was absolutely infuriating that despite what he said and did to her, she still fantasized about him in her dreams.

Draco sat in his chair, with a slight smirk on his face. He could feel Hermione's eyes on the back of his head. There was no doubt about it. She was furious with him, and little did she know, but that was exactly what he wanted. 'Well, maybe not exactly what I want, but it works. She's thinking about me, whether she wants to or not. I'm occupying her thoughts. At the moment they might be a little unpleasant, but that will change soon enough.' Draco thought, as his eyes remained focused on their teacher.

He pretended to pay attention to what Professor Vector was saying, although it wasn't exactly important. He had completed the assignment with no difficulty, making the day's lesson completely irrelevant. Although, the class time wasn't entirely wasted. It gave him ample time to think about Hermione, and his plan. He had already begun the first phase, which was to make her constantly think of him. Whether those thoughts were good or bad was insignificant. The point was that he stays on her mind, and considering her unwavering stare, he knew she couldn't get him out of her thoughts. The difficult problem would be to make her continually think of him, even after the blackmail was finished. He had finally decided how to blackmail her. It had taken a lot of thought on his part, because it had to be something that would be better than going to Snape.

'She may not be happy about it, but I'm sure she'll consent,' Draco thought, his smirk only getting larger.

"Perhaps Mr. Malfoy would like to explain what he finds so humorous?" Professor Vector asked, shaking Draco from his thoughts. The rest of the class let out a couple of snickers, but a look from Draco quickly shut them up.

"I'm afraid it's an inside joke, Professor. It would be quite pointless to explain," Draco answered, seemingly unfazed.

"Well, during class, I would prefer if you'd pay attention to the class discussion, instead of your daydreams," Professor Vector responded.

"I mean no offense when I say this, Professor, but today's discussion is quite pointless for me, as it is I assume for Miss Granger. We have both completed the assignment with no difficulty, therefore, the questions answered today are just a waste of our time," Draco replied.

A couple of gasps of surprise came from the class. No one aside from Draco Malfoy would ever utter such insolence to a professor. Hermione quickly looked up with surprise. It was one thing for Draco to get himself into trouble, but it was quite another if he brought her down with him.

"Miss Granger, is this true? Do you find my class pointless?"

"Oh no! I don't know where Malfoy got such an idea," Hermione answered in shock. Her face had turned a bright pink and she couldn't possibly look at Professor Vector.

"Have you finished the assignment with no questions, Miss Granger?"

"Well...um yes. But, I wouldn't say that makes this class pointless. I guess that just means I'm not getting as much out of this discussion as I usually do," Hermione answered, finally looking up at the professor. Her face was now bright red.

'I can't believe Malfoy would do this to me. He's going to pay. He can count on that,' Hermione thought viciously. 'If Professor Vector is angry with me after this, Malfoy is dead.'

"Well, I understand that such bright pupils as yourselves might feel a bit frustrated when you're ahead of the rest of the class. Don't worry, Miss Granger, I'm not angry. I just wish you had spoken up earlier." Professor Vector smiled at Hermione. "You both are excused for the rest of the period. The assignment for this evening will be just to complete last night's, so neither of you will have homework to worry about."

Hermione sat dumbfounded. She had been so sure that she and Draco were going to get some sort of punishment, but it was clear they weren't going to get so much as a lecture. Seeing Draco gathering his stuff, she too grabbed her books, and shoved them in her bag.

"Well, I think I deserve a 'thank-you' for getting you out of class," Draco suggested as she shut the door to the Arithmancy class.

Hermione turned to face Draco. The glare she had been sending him during class was now intensified. "What the fuck did you think you were doing!?!" Hermione screamed at him. "You are so lucky Professor Vector wasn't upset. Because if she was, I would make sure you rued the day you were born! I don't know where you got off thinking you could speak for me. I was perfectly content sitting in there doing nothing."

"You mean trying to light me on fire with your eyes?" Draco asked smirking at her.

"Yes! And you deserve such treatment." Hermione shouted. Her face was once again red, although this time due to anger.

Pointing a finger at Draco's chest she growled at him, "Don't you ever do something like that to me again. Do you understand?"

Pushing him out of her way, she began to stalk up to their common room. When she reached Elladora she practically shouted out the new password "Grindylow Fingers".

"You know, you're actually quite cute when you're angry," Draco commented as he followed her through the portrait hole.

Stopping in her tracks, she turned around to face him. "Why don't you just shut up for once? I personally couldn't care less how you think I look, angry or not. You are a fucking bastard who deserves to be castrated by a rusty knife and I suggest that you leave me alone otherwise I'll do just that," Hermione retorted. Her death glare was back in place and the full force of it was directed at Draco.

"Then please forgive me, madam," Draco said while giving her a mock bow. "I had no right commenting on your fair appearance. You are truly too stunning for the likes of me to even lay eyes upon you."

"Oh! Stop acting like such an ass," Hermione exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air.

"Your wish is my command. But what animal would you like me to be?" Draco asked, amusement sparkling in his eyes as he slowly advanced upon Hermione.

"Why not a ferret?" Hermione asked smirking as she remembered fourth year. "But then again, it wouldn't be much of a change, now would it."

"Tried it once, but didn't really like it," Draco responded.

"But my wish is your command…" Hermione protested, while still glaring at him. "Don't tell me you're a liar now too."

"Are you wanting me to bounce too?"

"Of course. You are after all 'The Amazing Bouncing Ferret.' I would expect nothing less. However, I have already seen such a feat performed by you. I think it's high time I was treated to a different spectacle," Hermione responded with a smirk that sent Draco cautiously backing away. This time it was Hermione who advanced on him.

"I think we'll start out with a flobberworm," Hermione mused.

"There's no way I'm turning myself into a disgusting little worm," Draco protested with a sickened look on his face as he continued to retreat.

"Oh, I don't expect you to. It's I that am going to transfigure you," Hermione stated matter of factly, and before Draco could move a muscle all that remained in his place was a fat brown worm flopping helplessly on the wooded floorboards.

"Oh yes, I do enjoy this view. I don't know why I didn't do this before. I would love to leave you this way, however even you don't deserve to be eaten by Crookshanks."

Pointing her wand at the wiggling worm, Hermione muttered the counter curse and watched as Draco Transfigured back.

"I can't believe you just turned me into a flobberworm," Draco scowled in indignation.

"What, you didn't enjoy flopping around on the floor? Because I quite enjoyed watching you. It's not every day that we get to see the infamous Draco Malfoy crawling around on the floor."

"Very funny. It's a good thing you liked your little show, because it's never going to happen again."

"I'm going to have to disagree with you on that," Hermione interjected. Turning him into a helpless little worm had released some of her anger, but she still hadn't forgiven him entirely. "Unfortunately for you, the show's not quite finished. I think we're going to have to change you into something else."

"Oh, no you're not. There's no way I'm going to let you transfigure me into another nasty creature just for your own kicks."

"We'll see what you can do about that," Hermione teased just before she waved her wand, turning Draco into what looked like a fleshy, pinkish mushroom covered in wiry black hairs.

"Oh yes, I am enjoying this game," Hermione taunted as she gazed down on the defenseless object. However, a hiss from the corner of the room let her know that Crookshanks was more than a little interested in Draco's new appearance. Quickly waving her wand, Draco once again returned to his natural form.

"That, madam, was unnecessarily cruel. There is no way I actually deserved to be turned into a Horklump," Draco grumbled.

"Oh yes you did. That stunt you pulled in Arithmancy was infuriating. Not to mention you're now blackmailing me. I'm going to get in every ounce of revenge that I possibly can," Hermione explained.

"Oh, I forgot about the whole blackmailing thing. It's a good thing you reminded me, else I might have given you that spell without asking for anything in return," Draco lied. "However, I promise not to forget again. Now, if you don't mind, I think I'll go to my room and think up a little revenge of my own."

"Go ahead. In the meantime, I just might go pay Snape a visit. Or if he's too busy perhaps McGonagall. Either way, I'll come back with the spell and you'll have nothing to blackmail me with," Hermione quipped. She wasn't going to let Draco bully her into anything she didn't want to do. He may think he had her cornered, but she'd prove him wrong.

"In case you were unaware, they both have classes at the moment," Draco explained with his patented smirk across his face. "I guess you'll just have to wait awhile. Besides, you don't have the guts to go to Snape, otherwise you would have gone sooner."

"Fuck," Hermione muttered under her breath. She completely forgot what time it was.

'Well, maybe Draco's blackmail won't be too bad,' she thought. 'Surely he wouldn't ask me to do something absolutely atrocious.'

"Oh I have the guts, but I'd rather not risk a detention when it's avoidable. So, whatever it is you decide to blackmail me for, just remember I can always get you back for it, and I don't fight fair," Hermione attested as she sauntered past him.

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The library was empty aside from a few students sitting by the fireplace. Hermione and Draco were alone like usual at their table in the back. They had only been there for a few minutes. Snape had decided to assign a huge essay due the next day and both of them had spent the majority of their evening completing it. They were now left with only half an hour before the library was going to close for the night. Madame Pince had already started glowering at the students, hoping to frighten them out early.

"So, are you going to tell me the spell or not?" Hermione asked frowning.

"Well, like I said before, I'm holding it hostage until you answer my demands," Draco replied with a self-satisfied smirk.

"So you haven't decided to give up this blackmail thing. Not a wise move, however I'm curious as to what it's going to be…Have you finally decided or do you need a few more days for the wheels in your head to start spinning?"

"As a matter of fact, I have decided," Draco confessed leaning forward across the table.

"And…?"

"I'll teach you the spell…only if you'll kiss me." Draco stated simply.

"What?!" Hermione asked in shock. "You want me to kiss you. Why? I thought you hated me. I'm surprised that you would ever consent to allowing a mudblood like me even touch you, let alone kiss you," Hermione said in confusion.

Draco winced at her words. Indeed his previous treatment of her was deplorable. She had every right to be suspicious, but he couldn't really tell her why he wanted her to kiss him. 'I can just see it now, Oh Hermione. I've fallen madly in lust with you and whenever I see your heavenly face the only thought that comes to mind is how much I want to kiss those lips of yours senseless and then do terribly naughty things with you that would only make your mother blush. She'd freak out, and only be more wary.'

"That's my offer. Either you kiss me or you go to Snape. Personally I would prefer kissing me, but that's no real surprise now is it."

'I can't believe he's requesting that I kiss him. What does he have up his sleeve? He's never once shown interest in me before, and then suddenly it's like every other second he's trying to make some sort of advance towards me.'

"Okay...fine. I'll kiss you. But just for the spell," Hermione explained as she stood up and walked around the table to stand next to Draco.

"Glad to hear," Draco replied lifting his body from the chair to stand in front of Hermione to wait for her to kiss him.

Hermione looked at him warily before finally placing her hands on his shoulders, standing on her tiptoes and quickly brushing her lips against his. She then immediately stepped back away from him, as though she thought she could catch something from him by being too close.

"You call that a kiss? That's not going to earn you the spell," Draco taunted.

Hermione scowled at him, but once again moved towards him. She stood there for a moment contemplating how she should go about it. Draco seemed to sense her indecision, and placed his hands around her waist, drawing her body up against his. He looked down at her surprised face and grinned. "Thought you could use a little help getting started."

Draco placed one hand upon her chin and tilted her head towards his. Her mouth hung open slightly as she looked at him in wonder and surprise. His smoky grey eyes seemed to burn into her own and she could not look away. Those eyes that were once so icy and cold in his boyhood now smoldered with desire.

Slowly his mouth came down upon hers, sealing their lips together in a tender kiss that resembled a soft caress. Breaking away from the kiss his tongue lightly traced her bottom lip before once again claiming her mouth.

Hermione stood as firm and erect as she could. She absolutely refused to be caught up in his embrace. She was after all, Hermione Granger, bookworm, who cared nothing for the attention of boys. But Draco was no mere boy, he had grown into the most dashing young man of her acquaintance. However, there was no way she was going to let him know how often she fantasized about this exact event, or how much she was truly enjoying it.

Yet her resolve quickly melted away as he drew her closer to his body. Her breasts were pressed firmly against his chest, letting her feel the steady drumming of his heart. She could literally feel her knees weakening like they were made of butter. Her arms reached up and clung to his neck for support as his own hands were wrapped more firmly about her waist.

Letting out a small moan, Hermione was completely oblivious to the outside world. The entire library could have fallen down around them and she wouldn't have known. Her mind had gone completely numb and the only thing she was conscious of was the feeling of his body pressed against hers and the exquisite pleasure of his mouth. She was completely trapped within his embrace, and didn't want it any other way.

His probing tongue sought entrance to her warm mouth and she gladly complied. When their tongues first made contact, she couldn't help but jump back slightly in surprise. In her inexperience with men, she had never understood how incredible kissing someone could be. Until now, that is.

Her hesitancy quickly vanished as she pulled his head down further to hers. She renewed their kiss with increased vigor as her own tongue sought his. Together, their tongues battled for dominance. Hermione easily yielded to him and allowed him to take the lead.

Draco's hands slowly traveled down her waist to cup her buttocks as he gently lifted her onto the table. Her legs immediately wrapped around his, drawing him up against her as her hands ran through the silky blond strands of his hair. They were both breathing heavily, neither wanting to stop.

His mouth gradually left hers and began to trail butterfly kisses down her neck. When her robes hindered his administrations, his deft fingers slowly removed them to reveal her white blouse beneath. Her robes then hung off her shoulders as he removed her tie and allowed it to drop to the library floor.

While his one hand worked at undoing the buttons of her blouse, the other gently fondled her breast. Hermione could not suppress her cry of pleasure as with every inch of skin revealed his kisses went lower and lower until he was kissing the gentle swells of her breasts. She herself began to remove his robes and let them drop to the floor next to her tie as her gentle hands caressed his muscular chest beneath the shirt. Ever since she had seen him step out of the bathroom with only a towel on after a shower, she had been dying to feel the hard muscles. Her hands quickly grew bolder and they began to reach lower until they stroked his washboard abs. Draco's quick intake of breath and husky moan let her know just how much she was affecting him.

She was suddenly desperate to feel his whole body against hers, so she grabbed him by the shirt to beckon him upon the table. He gladly complied and climbed atop her anxious form. Their passionate kissing continued and her delicate hands began to knead the muscles on his back. She could feel his apparent arousal pressed against the inside of her thigh. His weight was a comfortable pressure that allowed her to feel his warmth seep into the very core of her being.

Feeling the effect she had on him, Hermione was filled with a sense of overwhelming power. Rolling around on the table, she was pleased to find herself atop Draco, straddling his hips. Leaning over his willing body, she sensuously removed his tie with her teeth and tossed it to the floor. Their kissing once again resumed as she began unbuttoning his shirt to feel the hard, smooth muscles on his chest. Her hips inadvertently pressed against his own and he moaned into her mouth.

Suddenly the enraptured pair was interrupted by a very loud and close cough. Looking up in shock and embarrassment, Hermione saw the disapproving form of Madam Pince, who looked thoroughly disgusted by what she had just seen. There was no way of knowing just how long she had been standing there trying to gain the two libidinal teens attention as they had both been so fully involved with each other and oblivious to where they were. Hermione hadn't even stopped to think who might wander upon them.

She quickly got off the table blushing profusely. Through Draco's help, Hermione's shirt was half undone. Had she not been wearing a bra, her breasts would have been in full view. Her robes hung loosely around her shoulders, threatening to fall off any moment. Her hair was sticking out at strange angles, and her lips were a glistening red. Had someone chanced upon them at that moment, there would have been no doubt over what had just happened. Draco fared no better. His shirt was entirely undone, revealing his toned abdomen for all to see. His usually well-kept hair was still standing on end from her earlier administrations. His robes lay haphazardly thrown on the floor and his lips were also tainted red.

Looking away from them, Hermione quickly tried to put herself back together. She rebuttoned her blouse and straightened her robes. Running a quick hand through her hair, she tried to smooth down the unruly curls. Her tie of course lay next to Draco's discarded clothing and as she bent over to pick it up, he handed it to her while gently brushing his hand against hers in an intimate caress. He too had begun straightening his appearance.

Hermione's face had turned a dark crimson, and she refused to look either Draco or Madam Pince in the eye, but found the floor to be quite interesting. There appeared to be a large dark stain beneath a shelf of books pertaining to Ulric Vlagdonspeer. Oddly enough she did not recognize the name.

'I'll have to take a look at one of those,' she vaguely thought.

"Well!" Madam Pince huffed. "I would have expected more from our head boy and girl. However, it is obvious to see that the two of you are just as randy as the next. You should be thoroughly ashamed of yourselves."

Hermione had thought she couldn't blush any darker. She was painstakingly humiliated to have been caught in such a compromising position. Although, she was secretly thankful the old witch had shown up. There was no way of knowing what may have transpired between Draco and her next.

"I suggest that you return to your rooms," Madam Pince said as she gave one last disgusted look towards the two students.

Hermione immediately began walking towards the exit, far too embarrassed to look back at Draco. He was, however, following close behind, admiring the slightly disheveled look she had. Her robes were quite wrinkled, giving the appearance that she had either slept in them or did something else a bit more naughty. Although he now only saw her back, he had earlier noticed how her eyes had nearly shone with her desire and he could still feel the effect she had had on him.

"You needn't worry about Madam Pince, you know," Draco called to her as he caught up.

"Of course I do. She might tell Professor McGonagall, or even Dumbledore. I just won't be able live with myself if they knew what I just did," Hermione cried in despair.

'What we just did,' Draco corrected in his mind, secretly smiling.

"She's not going to tell either Dumbledore or McGonagall," Draco replied. "They don't have enough hours in the day to listen to her complain about every pair of students who use the library for their make-out sessions."

Hearing this, Hermione's blush reappeared. To hear about what they just did as a 'make-out session' was just too embarrassing for her. Truth be told, it was far more than just a make-out session and the two students knew full well. Which was the very reason Hermione was so ashamed over what happened. She had allowed herself to be seduced by Draco Malfoy and had eagerly responded.

"Lets' just not talk about it, okay?" Hermione asked. "I don't need any reminders."

"Fair enough. So…do you want me to show you the spell tomorrow?" Draco asked, changing the subject, but knowing he was really just reminding her about it. Every time she thought of that spell from now on, she would remember what had just occurred.

"Yes. I would like to learn it as soon as possible. We might have more time to work on research tomorrow and I believe the spell will be quite useful."

Draco was rather surprised that Hermione was continuing to treat him so coolly after what had just happened. Obviously it was going to take a little bit more than one kiss to turn her affections around.

"I'm sure it will help us reveal many of the library's secrets," Draco replied mischievously.

"Um, right," Hermione mumbled as she hurried off to their dorm, leaving Draco behind.

'I never realized just how valuable even the simple spells could be,' Draco mused as he continued after her. 'I believe it just revealed one of the many pleasures of the library.'

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Author's Note: Okay, I know it's been a really long time since I've updated. The honest truth is I kind of gave up on the story. After reading the Order of the Pheonix I was really pissed off at Hermione and I just couldn't really bring myself to write anymore. However, Shaylee brought it to my attention that it really sucks when an author just quits. So, I'm going to try really hard to finish this for you guys. However, I apologize profusely if it's absolute crap. Oh, and I suppose this is now AU just because I don't want to bother trying to bring in parts of OotP. That would just be too hard.