♕twenty five

If Draco hadn't dragged her from the dance floor, Hermione would've danced all night. 

Last time she'd attended a ball, it had been with Viktor Krum. And yes, it was enjoyable, but Hermione couldn't help remembering how Ron had ruined that night. She felt something in her stomach harden. 

"Would you like some punch, my lady?" Draco said, sinking theatrically into a bow. 

Hermione pushed away the feelings of bitterness and managed a laugh. 

"Why of course, kind sir," she giggled. Draco galloped off to the refreshments table and Hermione took a seat at one of the round tables lining the Great Hall. It was nice to sit on the outer edge of the room, admiring all the dancing couples. Neville and Luna waltzed gracefully to the orchestra. Over in the corner, Harry and Ginny were performing some sort of square dance while Dean and Seamus clapped along in time. Hermione laughed and shook her head as Ginny picked up Harry bridal style and swung him around. 

Suddenly, a flash of familiar red hair and blonde curls caught her eye from the other end of the hall. What she saw made her good mood fade instantly. Ron and Cormac McLaggen, engaged in a heated discussion over by a couple suits of armor. There was a group of Ravenclaw third years standing in front of them, but Hermione could still read Ron's agressive tones and McLaggen's panicked response from all the way across the room. Ron said something pointedly and stalked away from the conversation. She saw McLaggen heave a sigh and quickly head in the opposite direction. 

The interaction made Hermione's stomach squirm. What were the two boys she hated most doing arguing with each other? 

"Your punch, my love," Draco said, appearing suddenly at her shoulder. Hermione jumped slightly at the sound of his voice. Draco frowned. 

"You okay?" he asked, his voice taking on a tone of seriousness. Hermione waved away the question and hurriedly took a sip of her punch. 

"Yes, yes, it's just rather hot in here, isn't it?" she said, flustered. 

"Wanna take a walk?" Draco suggested, offering her his arm. Grateful, Hermione got up and quickly led him out of the Great Hall, staying as far away from Ron and McLaggen as possible. 

It was actually quite nice in the quiet corridor outside the Great Hall's doors. The torches flickered against the grey stone and laughter rang from the room they'd just left. Beams of moonlight trickled in from the window on the far end of the corridor. Hermione looked over at Draco and saw a mischevious glint in his eye. She blushed. 

"What is it?" Draco's eyes were on her and Hermione couldn't help but feel flustered. 

"I dunno," Draco said matter-of-factly. "I was just thinking though..." He turned to face her. "I've never actually seen the Charms classroom at night. Have you?" 

He tried but failed to suppress a slight grin. Understanding slowly dawned on Hermione and she felt her cheeks heat up even more. 

"Lead the way," she replied, rather breathlessly. Draco slid his hand through hers and pulled her gently down the corridor, his thumb making small circles on the back of her hand as they walked. They turned the corner and made their way toward the Charms classroom. Draco tentatively opened it and peeked in; He glanced back and Hermione and gave a wink to signal the all clear. Her heart racing, Hermione stepped in the classroom after him. 

There were no windows in the Charms classroom, so the only source of light came from two candles burning weakly at Flitwick's desk. Draco stepped toward Hermione in the dark. She could barely see the outline of his face. Thankfully, that meant he couldn't see her blushing. 

"So," Draco began softly. Hermione felt her heart begin to beat rapidly as he moved closer to her. 

"So," she responded, unsure of what to say. In the dark, she couldn't really tell how far away Draco was- until suddenly, she felt his hand slide around her waist. Hermione gasped softly.  

And then his lips met her bare neck and all of Hermione's senses burst into flame. She closed her eyes as his lips trailed over her collarbone, down to the neckline of her dress and back up toward her jaw. His hand moved from her waist up to her neck. 

"Draco," she said breathlessly, feeling her skin heat up everywhere he touched. 

In between kisses, Draco spoke softly. 

"What is it, my love?" he said. His hand slid up into her hair and he began to pull gently on her roots. Hermione couldn't help but moan softly. She felt Draco smile against her neck. 

Any sense of control she had disappeared in that moment- she slid her index finger under Draco's chin and led his lips up to meet hers. She kissed him slowly, savoring the feeling of his body against hers. She felt around his chest for his necktie and clutched it tightly, pulling him backwards until she could feel the cold stone wall against her back. Draco pushed her feverishly up against the wall. His hands moved from her hair to her bare shoulders. The sleeves of her dress dipped slightly and she felt the neckline of her dress began to fall as Draco kissed her harder. 

Draco broke their kiss for a moment. He stared into Hermione's eyes, the shadow of a grin on his lips. And then his eyes wandered, down to Hermione's bare chest and the neckline of her dress at her waist. Hermione felt her heart begin to beat even faster. 

"What is it?" she whispered, terrified that the moment was broken. Draco's grey eyes looked back up at her and his mouth parted into a slight smile. 

He didn't say anything. Instead he leaned in once more to kiss her, so tenderly Hermione thought she might melt. She put her hands on his broad shoulders and slowly slid his jacket off. Draco complied. Hermione moved her hands up to his chest and slowly undid the first button. She felt Draco's hands slide around to the back of her dress, feeling for a zipper. 

By the time he found it, Hermione had almost undone his entire shirt. Draco shook it off and hurriedly pushed Hermione's dress down, past her ankles. He grabbed the back of Hermione's thighs and lifted them up until they were wrapped around his torso. Hermione gasped as she felt him in between her legs. He pushed her harder against the wall, letting his hands linger on her chest, moving up to her neck, down to her lower back, everywhere. Hermione slid up and down against the wall as Draco pressed himself harder and harder up against her. She bit her lip to keep herself from moaning too loud. 

In the darkness of the Charms classroom, Hermione wanted all of Draco. Her heart raced and she pressed herself up against him, running her hands over his muscular back. Draco sighed softly as she trailed her fingers over his stomach. Feeling her hunger for him grow, Hermione grabbed his hand and led it slowly up the inside of her thigh. She took his fingers and let him pull, ever so slowly, on the waist of her lacy underwear. She felt them slide slowly down her leg. All the while, he kept moaning her name, softly. 

She ran her hands through his hair and pulled. 

"Hermione," he groaned against her lips, pushing her further against the wall. And she went wild. 

She wanted all of him. Every single inch of him.

"Draco, I-"

Suddenly, the door flew open. 

Hermione, legs wrapped around Draco's bare torso, his hands on her underwear, which was halfway down her thigh now, stared at the light that had suddenly illuminated the classroom. 

Standing there, looking disheveled and very, very angry, was Ron.