#dramionaise

"And I will know if either of you do. Especially you Granger, you could never lie, even back in school."

"Draco..."

"Sorry, love." He didn't sound sorry at all. "I want you so hot and wet for me when I get home, you will be begging me to fuck you." She would never understand why, but she couldn't deny the shot of arousal that surged through her as he uttered dirty and vulgar words, to Blaise and herself, in that bored drawling tone of his.

"No you're not," she grumbled.

"I know." Hermione could literally feel his smirk pass from his end of the line, through the cable and out of her receiver. "Besides, this makes up for the time you spanked me with that bloody book of yours."

"But we were playing 'Sexy Librarian and Naughty Schoolboy', which, may I remind you, is something you came up with. Plus you deserved it; I was the one that was supposed to be shagging you against the desk, not the other way around. And don't say you didn't like it either,” she stated indignantly, “Blaise will back me up; he heard you moaning too."

"Only because he got off on it."

"And so did you, as I recall."

Draco coughed.

She smiled; he was probably remembering as well.

Draco in his old school robes - charmed to fit - and nothing on underneath, leaning over her desk, his nose not a foot away from the parchment as he read aloud the rules of the library, pale arse in the air, robes flipped over onto his back, where his hands were bound with his Slytherin tie.

Without him knowing, she had spanked him squarely, on each cheek, with her favourite tome, Hogwarts: A History. He had complained at first, but after the fifth hit, and the soothing touches of her hand, he had come like a real schoolboy that had just discovered the wonders of masturbation. He would never admit it, but he enjoyed it when she got rough and bossy.

She was getting turned on, and when she remembered his rule, she cursed, "Fuck!" and rubbed her thighs together.

"We will be getting to that in just over an hour. Now what is my request for the night?" Oh, it definitely wasn't a request. Draco always demanded.

"No touching myself," she replied reluctantly, her hand gripped tightly to the phone.

"Good girl; and put on something nice. No, actually don't, I want you naked by the time I get home from my meeting."

"Draco,” she whined. “Will you stop it, you're making it worse."

He chuckled throatily, and she scowled. Damn it, did everything about him have to be so bloody sexy and arousing? She had to get him off the phone ASAP before she broke his 'request'. If she did fail to comply, she knew that the punishment was going to be torturous to her sanity.

She hastily said goodbye and shakily put the phone down, but not before hearing a few more filthy words that had her on edge.

Hermione whirled around intent on having a cold shower, then stopped when she was startled by the tall, shirtless - and just as hot as Draco's laugh - frame of Blaise Zabini leaning against the doorjamb.

"Blaise!" she whispered once she had caught her breath.

"Hermione!" he said with a smile, looking her up and down, taking in her dishevelled state. "Draco been teasing again?"

"God, yes," she moaned.

This was just not right. The moment she gets away from one Slytherin, another one appears.

He smirked and slowly made his way toward her, "Well perhaps, I could alleviate a little of the tension."

That gave her pause in her response to him.

Draco had said she couldn't touch herself, but he didn't say anything about someone else doing it for her. Hermione shuddered in triumph. She knew she would be punished for finding a loophole; she didn't mind though, just as long as Blaise was punished along with her for disregarding the rules.

So as Blaise bent to lift her up and kiss her hard on the mouth, she conveniently forgot to tell him that he wasn't allowed to touch himself either.

Oh, they were going to be in some delicious trouble once Draco got home.