Meet Me In The Broom Cupboard

Chapter Five: Fifth Year, October

They had been meeting for weeks now. Always late enough that no one would be around, but not too late that it would arouse suspicion if either were caught. But that was the upside of being prefects; no one was ever suspicious, especially of Hermione.

After a few late nights and early Friday mornings, Hermione suggested they switch to Saturdays instead. Draco said that if she wanted to meet at weekends they would have to wait around until 1am as people tended to wander later on a Saturday. Hermione weighed up the pros and cons and settled on Saturdays.

On the last Saturday of October, Hermione curled up in a corner of the library late at night and waited as late as she could for Madam Pince to kick her out. To her surprise, Draco was doing the same on the opposite side of the room. He caught her eye, when he knew they were alone, and winked. She blushed, which he noticed with a smirk, and tried to concentrate on her Arithmancy homework.

At close to 1am, Madam Pince cleared her throat in Draco's direction and he took this as his cue to leave. Hermione waited for the librarian to do the same to her and hurried towards the familiar cupboard ten minutes after Draco.

'I don't know what sort of clothing item you have on Granger, but your arse has never looked better.' He mumbled as he began kissing Hermione's neck. She let out a laugh when she realised he was talking about her jeans.

'I'll remember that.' She whispered, gasping quietly when his hands cupped her jean clad arse and gave it a light squeeze.

'You're not wearing those again.' He demanded. 'They should be for my eyes only.'

Hermione stuttered, faltering over his possessive tone. Though they had been snogging in secret for weeks, she never thought anything would come of it other than the snogging. The way Draco was talking was like he assumed they would never snog anyone else. She pushed the thought aside, putting it down to lustful rambling, and pressed her lips against his.

Their kissing had been fairly tame up until now, besides Draco's occasionally wandering hands, but this time when he took Hermione's jumper off and placed his fingers against the warm skin of her hips, she didn't stop him. And he didn't stop there.

That was the first night Draco slipped a hand down the front of her jeans and cast a Silencing charm around them so that no one would hear Hermione's moans through the door.