Hermione Granger was tucked away in a secluded corner of the Hogwarts library, engrossed in a spellbook that was older than the school itself. She barely noticed as the library doors creaked open, the sound of footsteps echoing through the vast space.
Draco Malfoy sauntered in, his usual sneer in place as he scanned the rows of books. He spotted Hermione, her nose buried in the ancient tome, and couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Still playing the bookworm, Granger?" he called out, leaning against a bookshelf.
Hermione looked up, her eyes flashing with intelligence and a hint of amusement. "And still playing the bully, Malfoy?" she retorted, not missing a beat. Draco chuckled, the sound surprising even himself. Maybe Granger wasn't as dull as he thought.
Feeling a little more relaxed, Draco decided to test his luck. "Actually, I could use your help, Granger," he admitted, pushing away from the bookshelf. "There's a spell I've been trying to master, but it's giving me trouble."
Hermione raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Fine," she said, after a moment's consideration. "But you have to promise to stop with the insults."
Draco grumbled but agreed, moving closer to Hermione. As she explained the spell, he found himself distracted by her lips, the way they moved as she spoke. He shook his head, trying to focus. This was ridiculous. He was here for help, not to ogle Hermione Granger.
But when Hermione suggested a practical demonstration, Draco found himself agreeing, despite his better judgment. He watched as she waved her wand, muttering an incantation under her breath. Suddenly, his hands were bound.
Draco looked at Hermione, surprised but not afraid. "Nice trick, Granger," he said, grinning. "But I expected nothing less from the smartest witch in our year."
Hermione smirked, leaning in close. "Oh, you have no idea what I'm capable of, Malfoy," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. Draco felt a shiver run down his spine as she cast another spell, making his robes disappear.
Now half-naked and still bound, Draco couldn't help but feel a little vulnerable. But when Hermione started to perform a tit job on him, he quickly forgot about his embarrassment. Instead, he found himself moaning in pleasure, unable to help but admit that Hermione Granger was more than just a know-it-all. She was a force to be reckoned with, and Draco couldn't wait to see what she had in store for him next.
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