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Kissing Draco Malfoy was like a drug — a potion to clear your mind and set fire to your skin. She thought maybe she could brew it, bottle it, and keep it forever.

He kissed her in the mornings before her first cup of coffee, doing more to her body than a full pot of caffeine. He kissed her in the afternoons when he was bored with any translation that had no direct relation to the way her body moved or what made her moan. He kissed her in the evenings when they arrived at her bedroom door, pushing her up against the wall and letting his hands wander, sometimes pulling her up to wind her legs around his hips.

He liked her hair down, her jeans tight, and her bra blue lace.

He let her set their pace. The moment her fingers popped one of his buttons, her shirt was tugged off. If her hips rolled against his, suddenly the bulge in his trousers was grinding into her. But no matter what she tried to communicate, her jeans stayed firmly on. She'd tried taking them off herself once, but he'd stilled her hands. Before she could question it, his tongue was back in her mouth, drawing moans from her lungs.

They were running their hands over each other on Friday, her fingers drifting to the front of his trousers, wondering if maybe she should try to unbutton him today, when a rap-rap-rap sounded from somewhere.

She pulled her mouth off his neck and looked around. Draco went still underneath her.

Rap-rap-rap.

It sounded as if someone was knocking on the library doors.

Hermione straightened her top and scrambled off the chair she'd been straddling him in. Draco followed suit, smoothing out his shirt as he quickly crossed to the door. She stood behind him as he pulled it open, and Narcissa Malfoy stood there patiently, a vision in lavender.

"Mother," he croaked.

"Hello, darling. Hermione." She nodded to both of them and stepped through the door. "You'll excuse my caution, but I've heard that it's best to knock before entering a closed-door room nowadays."

Hermione's cheeks flamed. Draco coughed. "Er, I'm not sure why—"

"Oh, nonsense. I remember being your age and having the whole Manor to ourselves." She smiled sweetly at her son. Draco swallowed, looking quite grey.

"Mother, please don't—"

"I came to invite you both to dinner tonight. I know you usually go to Edinburgh on Fridays, but perhaps I can tempt you to stay home and visit with your father and me?"

"Father is home as well?" Draco ran an anxious hand through his hair. "I… yes I suppose—"

"Excellent," Narcissa said, her mouth twitching. "I'll see you both this evening then."

She gave Draco a quick peck on the cheek and excused herself, bidding them goodbye. They moved to a table further inside the library and spent the rest of the day focusing on their translations, leaving the doors propped open wide. It was too risky to pick up where they'd left off when his parents were both home, wandering the halls.