Decadent Dramione

Problems In Prefection - Part 6

-Headmistress' Office-

Hermione skittered through the corridor, worrying she would be late for her meeting with the Headmistress. Barreling around a corner, she skidded to a stop in front of the golden phoenix staircase, bare moments away from crashing into an ubiquitous Draco Malfoy's solid chest.

Get a grip. She was facing her arch enemy, and all she could think of was his hard body and how deliciously dirty it would feel to rake her nails down his front and back in the throes of passion. He did look rather scrumptious this morning...

Blood rushed into her cheeks, and she didn't even realise Malfoy was talking to her until he gently nudged her arm.

"I say, Granger," his voice was amused, "you seem far away. No fine insults to exchange today?"

Hermione narrowed her eyes and tried to ignore the tingles on her arm where he had touched her. Not humouring him with a response, she turned away and faced the staircase, and the nerves started up as she waited for Professor McGonagall to arrive. They would be transferred to their new dorms today.

She could see Malfoy still smirking at her from the corner of her eye, but before she could get annoyed enough to snap at him the stairwell grated into motion and Professor McGonagall appeared on the descending spiral, Filch and Mrs Norris beside her.

"Ah, the new Heads of Hogwarts. Already at each other's throats, I see?"

The Headmistress peered at them over the rim of her glasses.

"It would do you well to remember the Codes of Conduct and Decorum as you navigate the school as Head Boy and Head Girl. Besides which, you will be required to perform certain extra duties aside from the ones of the other Prefects, so I recommend you keep the maiming to a minimum."

Hermione blushed,"Yes, Professor."
Draco at least had the grace to look embarrassed.

"Now," Professor McGonagall gestured to Filch, "I am afraid I have some other matters to attend to, but Mr. Filch will show you to the quarters you will be housed in for the rest of the school year."

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Hermione trudged along behind Filch, foreboding and doom seeming to echo through the corridors with every step.  The initial euphoria of being voted in as Head Girl was quickly being overshadowed with the prospect of sharing dormitories - for a whole year - with the slimy git now prancing along beside her.

All right, maybe that was a bit of an exhaggeration. Draco Malfoy did not prance - he glided regally along on those long legs of his, sneering at anyone he deemed to be beneath him. She wondered how it would feel to be pinned to a mattress by them...

Sweet Merlin, she had to stop!

Accordingly, Hermione valiantly tried to force her brain to shut away any inappropriate thoughts. Those belonged in the dark of night, not in broad daylight when anyone could take one look at her face and see what she was thinking!

Draco, on the other hand, had no such reservations. Walking beside Granger gave him an advantageous view of her profile, though it was slightly marred by the grumbling Filch plodding along just before them, holding a dim lantern in one hand and a purring Mrs Norris in the other, smelling of every unmentionable thing he could think of.

Still, even though all he could see of Granger was her wild mane of hair, every time the company turned a corner he stepped back, as a gentleman should, allowing her to pass first and this decidedly un-gentlemanly vantage point gave him a delicious view of slender legs as her outer robe swished to the side. 

Even though he knew Hermione Granger was muggleborn and therefore beneath his class, he couldn't help but think how soft and yielding she would be under his hands as he worked her to completion over and over again with his hands, then his mouth, and finally his cock. He imagined her mewling she came, and instantly regretted it as the problem in his pants became apparent. Now immensely grateful for the billowy school robes he usually loathed, he discreetly adjusted himself as their little group finally came to a stop at the large tapestry that hid the entrance to the Heads' Common Room. Filch muttered something that sounded like "Bertie Bott's Beans," and an entire section of the tapestry disappeared, leaving a door-sized hole for them to enter through.

Draco smirked. He had an entire year to make his fantasies come true. Amd he was going to enjoy every minute of it.

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"Password?" The portrait of a man in violet royal robes asked imperiously. Beside him, a woman's portrait in similar clothing nodded. Filch gestured to them. "The portraits are the King and the Queen. They're here primarily to make sure nobody finds your rooms." He smiled unpleasantly. "We don't want any trouble now, do we?"

The Heads did not respond.

"Hogwarts," Filch said to the King's portrait. The crowned head nodded pompously and swung open slowly, revealing a stark white chamber beyond - the Head Boy's room.

Turning to the Queen's portrait, the caretaker repeated the password and the painting swung open, it's occupant smiling graciously at Hermione. A similarly stark room revealed itself, and Filch turned to face the new Head students. "They'll tell you whatever you need to know. I got work to do." With that, he hobbled off, Mrs Norris at his heels.

The Queen smiled benignly. "These are your chambers. It would do you both good to change your passwords, since we wouldn't want any, ahem, unwanted surprises. However," she bulldozed on before either of them could protest, "since you two have been trusted enough to be made school Heads, we shall trust you to not murder, maim, or otherwise mutilate each other for the rest of the school year as well."

Taking no notice of their expressions, the King took up the narrative, "There is also the small matter of intercourse, but I doubt there will be any issue on that count." Here he broke off to exchange a glance with the Queen, who smiled knowingly. "Very well. Each of your possessions have already been transferred to your respective chambers. We shall leave you to settle."

The portraits settled back and took no further notice of them, leaving Draco and Hermione to stare open-mouthed. Then Crookshanks chose that exact moment to stroll out of Hermione's chambers, purring as he rubbed up against her legs.

That broke the spell. Draco hinged his jaw back in place and said with some of his usual snark, "Still got that filthy little furball, Granger? I must say, it's still a major improvement from the Weasel."

"Oh, sod off, Malfoy." Hermione frowned, scooping up her cat. The two stood nose-to-chest for a moment (damn him for being an entire head taller than her!) before she turned on her heel and strode purposefully into her dorm with a huff, barely sparing him a backwards glance as the portrait hole closed behind her.

Draco stood there for a beat longer and then stalked into his own room, ignoring the discreet smirks from the portraits. The King's portrait swung shut, and then the Queen let out a little giggle.

"How long do you wager?" The King asked her, looking tickled.

"Oh, not long, dear. Did you see the tension between them? You could have cut it with a blunt blade." She smirked. "Just you wait."

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A/N: In actual canon, the Head Boy and Head Girl don't actually get separate rooms or share a dormitory. Therefore this whole section is completely made up, as are the password paintings. Enjoy your soon-to-come (😏) smut (in a few chapters), ya nasties. ;)