It was Christmas Eve at Hogwart's and Hermione decided to stay here for the holiday instead of going to the Burrow with Harry and Ginny and Ron.
Ron.
He was one of the reasons why she was not at the Burrow this year. He had hurt her, by tearing out her heart, rubbing salt on it so it would sting more.
She had come back from Sydney, after retrieving her parents and restoring their memories to find out that Ron was 'working' with George. So, she apparated to Diagon Alley, avoiding the paparazzi that followed her everywhere and walked into the shop, not noticing the 'Closed' sign on the door.
She had not been in there for more than ten seconds till she heard grunting and moaning coming from the store room. Afraid that either George or Ron had been knocked on the head or had a reaction to one of the products, she ran over to investigate.
She barged through the door, her wand out to help when she came upon the sight of Ron being sucked off by a thin, olive toned, dark haired woman. Pansy.
Ron had his eyes closed, thrusting into her mouth, giving a final groan as he came, Pansy eyeing Hermione with malicious eyes as she swallowed his load.
Giving a final 'pop' Pansy cleaned him and stood up as Ron slowly opened his eyes, not realising that Hermione was there; he grabbed Pansy and bent her over, tearing her panties off and thrust into her core, making her squeal like a banshee.
Hermione was in shock. She couldn't believe this. Her Ron was consorting with Pansy, of all people. She couldn't bear to watch it anymore and turned away as Ron and Pansy were getting close, sobbing and ran out the door. She forgot the paparazzi was still after her, and caught a photo of her tears cascading down her face.
The headline the next day was not pretty.
'The rumours that Ron and Pansy are together have finally been confirmed as we see Golden Girl Hermione Granger fleeing from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes'
Needless to say, Hermione was a wreck. Ron tried to shove it off as a 'one-time thing' but Hermione knew better.
Now, half a year later, she walks the lonely halls of Hogwart's as everyone else is enjoying their Christmas break.
As she was walking down the fifth floor corridor, a hand grabs her arm out of nowhere. She gasps as an amatory voice tells her to look up. As she glances up, the hold on her arm makes its way down to her waist. He wraps his arms around her in a sensual way, sending goose bumps all over her body. Mistletoe appears above her head. She turns in the man's pale toned arms and looks into the mercury silver eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy?"
"Shhh, call me Draco. I have been watching you Hermione. Ever since Weasel trod on your heart those couple of months ago, you have been and empty shell. He crushed you mercilessly, his apology was pathetic. Announcing 'I'm sorry Hermione, please forgive me. It was all just a ruse, it meant nothing' to the entirety of Hogwart's in the Great Hall is an awful attempt to win your affections back. Now, as you can see, we are standing under mistletoe, I sincerely hope you know what that means, Hermione," whispered Draco Malfoy enticingly as he held Hermione closer to his body.
"Draco Malfoy. What in God's name are you up to? Let me go this instant! I don't care that we are standing under mistletoe. I don't care what you think of Ron's apology, I just want you to LET ME GO! "Raged Hermione as she struggled in his grip, getting frightened as Draco squeezed her tighter to him.
After the war Draco wanted to change; and change he did.
His father undertook the Dementor's kiss for the crimes he had committed, Draco and his mother were let off going to Azkaban, but paid reparations to the Ministry so they could rebuild the wizarding community.
It was that fateful day when Hermione found out about Ron and Pansy that Draco saw her. She was beautiful, her light brown hair, falling down her back in elegant curls as tears like diamonds marred her face. Since that incident, he had been captivated by Hermione, secretly looking at her across the Hall, smirking at her whenever the 'Golden Trio' looked over at the Slytherin table, making sexual innuendoes when making fun of her.
She has no idea the effect she has on him, now was his chance to make his case known to her.
"Hermione," Draco called soothingly as he tried to calm her down,
"I'm not going to hurt you, shhh, look, I know this may seem odd, but for the past couple of months I have wanted to say that I am sorry for how I treated you in the past, but you have always been surrounded by those two dimwits and weaselette to allow me to approach you. So now is my chance. Hermione Granger, I'm sorry, for all of my indiscretions, comments and actions regarding you. I have treated you poorly. All these years I never realised what a beauty you were and now, here I am, apologising to you, hoping that I could have just one night with you. You are a goddess, a beauty, an angel. You captivated my heart a long time ago and I have only now just realised it….
So Hermione, kiss me under the mistletoe and let's make this night ours," exclaimed Draco in a soft, melodic and hypnotising tone, capturing Hermione's attention with each word that poured out of his beautiful mouth.
Hermione's struggles failed miserably as he swept her off her feet with those dazzling words and comments. He sounded so sincere and desperate, she had noticed a significant drop in Draco teasing her, and a lot closer to flirting; and to her shock, she responded to it whenever he talked to her these past couple of months. She had seen his looks across the table, could see his desire for her in his eyes as he gazed down at her.
Hermione licked her lips nervously, worrying them between her teeth. He was quite handsome, she had to admit it to herself, he was attractive, and was a lot better looking than Ronald. His toned muscles were squeezing her to his muscular chest; she wondered what he would look like without that top on. In that instant, she knew that she was going to spend the night with Malfoy, her biggest enemy besides Voldemort, and was excited.
Hermione tilted her head up slightly towards Draco, his head bent down to hers to meet her full and plump lips.
As their lips met, the mistletoe bloomed even further, creating cherry buds to become alive and open; creating a gasp of surprise from Hermione before she closed her eyes to enjoy the kiss. Draco wrapped one hand around her waist, pulling her against his firm and fit body, as his other hand sought her tendrils, curling them around his hand as she clung onto his neck as his tongue swept her lips, allowing him to explore her mouth. Their tongues warred with each other, fighting for dominance as the kiss deepened. Hermione pulled away first, opening her sparkling hazel eyes and catching her breath.
God, kissing Malfoy…so much better than Ronald…
Wow, Hermione, who knew she was the one to go for rough and dominating, all other females are submissive when I kiss them; I wonder how she will be when we are alone…
"Oh, umm, well, I best be going, you got your kiss Malfoy," Hermione uttered as she turned away from him, before he saw her bright red and flustered face.
"Wait! Hermione…," shouted Draco as he saw her round the corner.
This wasn't over….
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A/N: So, do you want your imagination to continue the story or do you want mine?
Let me know, however, I am currently working on a veela Dramione already, but if I get enough reviews, I will continue it and it can be more than just a chrissy story :)
~BelleBelles
