Random Harry Potter One shots

Prefects (Dramione)

Hermione wasn't sure what to make of the situation she had been thrusted into.

Ron had suspiciously taken her advice about studying. So, here she was making her rounds as a prefect alone.

She wasn't supposed to patrol by her lonesome, but a part of her had been so relieved Ron had finally taken some initiative in his studies, she'd agreed.

She was exhausted, overworked, and bloody tired of watching Malfoy abuse his power as one of the appointed prefects of Slytherin house.

With Umbridge slowly seizing control of Hogwarts, he'd grown worse. It was only a matter of time before Dumbledore was forced out, leaving every young witch and wizard at the mercy of a sadistic pink frog.

The stress was too much for Hermione. Between her fears, prefect duties, studies, and formation of the Order, she found absolutely no time to care for herself.

She'd found no time to read for pleasure and hardly had the chance to see Hagrid. And almost every night, Hermione caught students out of bed.

Hermione would rather eat a bogey flavored jellybean than risk finding any more students shagging in the halls. She needed a long rest.

Hopefully, she'd make it through the next hour without catching any randy gits.

Hermione hadn't heard or seen anything significant. Sounds were frequent in the halls of Hogwarts after dark. A place containing so much magic couldn't be still, even at night.

Hermione glided down the corridors, checking every alcove, hidden space, and tunnels Harry had pointed out to her. She had an extraordinary memory.

Hermione felt her body begin to ache from exhaustion. Her eyelids drooped and her breathing became labored. At this rate, she'd doze off against a bloody suit of armor.

As Hermione began to right herself, she heard footsteps rapidly approaching. Irritation flared in her chest and she breathed deeply.

Hermione drew her wand, stepped into the center of the corridor, and cast a quick lumos, blinding and startling the student long enough for her to fist their robes and corner them.

She pulled her wand back to confront the culprit, only to find Malfoy squinting angrily at her. Hermione groaned and released him.

"Merlin, Granger!", Malfoy exclaimed, wiping his hands down his robes as if she were something putrid.

"What are you doing in this part of the corridors, Malfoy?",Hermione sighed exasperated, "I thought you were another randy student out to neck his girlfriend!"

Malfoy snorted like a horse. Then he scoffed, leaning against the wall and surveying Hermione as if unimpressed with his attacker.

"Jealous no one wants to meet you for a shag in the dead of night, Granger?"

Malfoy was smirking, but his jaw was tense. He was nervous.

"Are you going to tell me what you're doing here, ferret, or shall we go to Dumbledore? I'm sure daddy will love this."

Hermione smiled dangerously. Malfoy grinded his teeth, but seemed fearful of her threat.

"I wanted to fuck with Weasel."

"What kind of language is that for a prefect?"

"Oh stuff it, Granger."

"Why are you really here, Malfoy?"

Hermione had advanced on him. For that first time that night, Draco Malfoy felt trapped. Hermione's eyes were hard and her stance hostile as all hell, but Draco couldn't breathe because she was looking at him.

"I wanted to see if you were still here." He spoke softly, slowly. He wanted her to hear him, he wanted Hermione to understand.

Suspicion remained in her gaze, but her eyes softened. Her lips parted as she stared, and Draco hated himself for the way he eyed them.

He sucked in a sharp breath and darted his gaze from Hermione's eyes to her mouth. Her eyes flashed with intensity and excitement as her lips drew apart further.

Hermione gaped openly at him, trying to comprehend his change in behavior. Draco's breaths grew labored and his gaze intensified, sharpened. Hermione began to draw back at the whiplash, when Malfoy hauled her close.

"I want to shag you, Granger, no matter how fucking mental it makes me sound."

Hermione couldn't even gasp before Malfoy's mouth closed around hers. She almost wanted to fight - no she needed to fight him but she couldn't.

She leaned into his touch, somehow soothed by his lips, his tongue, his hands as they cradled her face. Hermione felt her body heat with something and she grasped at Malfoy's robes for purchase.

He groaned into her mouth and it sent vibrations down to the apex of her thighs. Desperation rushed through her and Hermione began to claw at his back, his hair, his shoulders..

She felt as if she couldn't breath with him near, yet she feared never breathing again if he were to leave her now.

Hermione began to whine much out of her control as her desperation rose. She needed him closer, she needed more of his touch, more of his taste, something, anything more.

Malfoy's hands began to trail from her cheeks to her waist. They blazed a hot trail in their wake and Hermione moaned deeply.

His hands began to massage her sides and Hermione threaded hers into his blonde locks, twisting and pulling moans from his lips and greedily stealing them for herself.

She needed this, she thought suddenly, needed him.

Malfoy released her mouth roughly and stared down at her as if in pain.

"Please, say you want this as much as I do."

Hermione breathed ragged, heavy bursts. She could only see him. His pupils were blown wide with arousal. His face was flushed. His body was tight with unreleased tension. He wasn't toying with her.

Hermione gulped. She tightened her grip on his nape, nodded, and pulled him back into their embrace.

This solidified what she already knew. As soon as his lips had descended on hers, Hermione wanted Draco Malfoy more than anyone in the wizarding or muggle world.