High (A Harry Potter Fanfiction--Dramione)

Boundaries and Doors

Towards the middle of April, the newly of-age wizards began studying for their Apparition tests, Hermione and Ron being among them. Draco, like Harry, didn't turn seventeen until that summer and was forced to wait another year. Although he did make it a point to tease Hermione for bagging a younger man, to which she retorted that the only thing she had bagged was an annoying talking pet ferret.

The day of the exam, Hermione returned to the castle from Hogsmeade clutching her new Apparition license. She examined it somewhat critically, not quite agreeing with the way her hair seemed to be falling in the photo, when she heard a small "Pssst" from around the corner. She turned to find Draco leaning against a column, looking rather tired.

"I see that you have returned triumphant."

She beamed. "I passed! I was so scared I was going to fail, but—"

He silenced her with a kiss. "Hermione, you have never failed an exam in your life." He wrapped his arms around her. "You were always going to pass."

She smiled mischievously. "You know, I think my victory calls for a celebration."

"What did you have in mind?" His voice dropped, fingers tracing patterns on her waist.

She smirked wickedly and pulled him into a nearby classroom.

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They lay naked on the mattress Hermione transfigured from her robes. Draco spooned her, running his hand over her hip, caressing her arse.

"You never wear that pink thong with the bow. Do you still have it?"

She raised her head, to look at him, confused. "How do you know I have knickers like that?"

He smirked. "I looked up your skirt when you were wearing it once."

She gasped, indignantly. That git. "Draco Malfoy, how dare you?"

"Granger, you were right there. How could I not look?"

"When was this?"

"Remember that time at the beginning of the year when you were standing on a stool in the library reaching for a book and I nearly ran into you?"

Her eyes widened. "Of course I remember that. You handed it to me. You were nice for Merlin's sake. I thought you were flirting with me."

"I was flirting with you. I had just seen your nearly bare arse covered in skimpy lingerie. It was basically my dick talking."

She rolled her eyes, her smile betraying her amusement. "And after all this time you still remember my knickers I was wearing that day?"

He smiled, shaking his head. "Hermione, Hermione, Hermione. My darling, sweet witch. If you only knew. I had dreams about that you in that thong. And the things I did to you in those dreams...I can't even talk about it. It's too traumatic."

She smacked him on the arm. "You're a prat."

"Maybe, but I'm a prat who's name you were screaming not ten minutes ago."

Another smack.

"Oi!" he protested. "Feisty little thing, aren't you? I know how to handle that." He held her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. She sighed into his mouth and he moved on top of her, running his hands up the length of her arms, holding them above her head with their fingers intertwined as they kissed. They began to roll their hips into each other and Hermione could feel Draco's huge—