A/N: hey all. This is actually the first fic i wrote but posting it second cuz i was more confident with lots of fluffy and smutty Dramione goodness. :) Enjoy! Oh and I'd like to get 5 reviews for me to post the next chapter. ā¤mamapotterhead
# 1
Draco's POV
"Granger." Came Malfoy's hissed whisper. She stood at the balcony of the Astronomy Tower, blatantly ignoring him. He wasn't taking no for an answer, not this time.
"Pssst... Granger." He whispered from behind a pillar.
"Sod off Malfoy. I'm busy trying to enjoy the view. Go call some other muggle-born a mudblood." She muttered. He smirked as she decided turning and walking away was her only way to escape him.
It had been a week since he'd snogged her during their patrol. He'd had a secret crush on her since she nearly broke his nose in third year. Sure he'd been mad at the time but after careful contemplation he'd come to respect her. And in the past two years he'd realize what a completely nutter Voldemort was and what a complete tosser his father was for his old fashioned ideas. The more he thought about her the more he liked the idea of half blood babies, as long as she was the one he had them all with. He knew she was avoiding him. But they were head boy and head girl, she'd have to talk to him eventually. He knew she had brains, after all, she'd only been besting him at grades their entire Hogwarts careers.
He sneered towards Potter and flipped Weasel the bird for good measure, then walked back to the Great Hall for dinnner.
He noticed Blaise and Pansy and he plopped down between them. He could practically see hearts appear in her pupils when he did. He rolled his grey eyes and waited for dinner to show up on their table. He snuck a glance towards Granger and noticed her laughing at something Weaslebee said.
He felt anger rise in him. He could never understand how she could have dated the oaf in the first place, much less remain friends after it had fizzled out. She was far outside Weasel's league. But he shrugged it off and began to tuck in. Theodore Nott came to join the Slytherin table just then and stared at him.
"What are you gaping at?" He snarled. Theo looked to Blaise who shrugged his shoulders.
"What's stuck in your craw?" He asked in return, taking two turkey legs off a serving plate.
"Nothing." He replied.
"You're lying." Theo retorted, not letting the subject die.
"You're a fairy. Leave it alone. NOTHING is wrong." Draco hissed back at him. Theo was taken aback but shrugged his shoulders and began to eat. Blaise was shocked at Draco. When Theo was thoroughly distracted, he turned back to Draco.
"Granger trouble?" Blaise asked. Draco's face went ashen as he looked at his git of a best friend.
"What are you talking about?" He asked, picking at his corn.
"Draco, subtlety is not your strong suit chap. What happened?" Blaise asked, in hushed tones. Then he glanced towards Hermione. Draco rolled his eyes.
"She turned me down. Without actually saying anything." Draco whispered.
"Wow. The Gryffindor Princess of Purity turned down a shag with the Slytherin Sex God... who could have expected that?" Blaise answered sarcastically.
"Shove off you bastard." Draco muttered, turning back to his corn. Sneaking a glance back at Blaise he saw an expectant face. He wanted a bloody explanation.
"I snogged her during one of our patrols last week and she's avoided me since." He muttered, in a soft voice. Blaise eyes twinkled.
"Oh. New quivering fancy for mud-" he started.
"Don't. Ever again. I will kill you. I'll shove your own cock down your throat." Draco growled.
"Oo. Talk dirty to me." Blaise laughed. Draco threw him a look that could poison Nicholas Flamel.
"Fine, fine. Have your piece of low grade arse. Why do i care?" Blaise answered.
"I can't...get her out of my head Zabini. It's maddening." He shot, taking a bite of his chilli.
"So, talk to her." Blaise replied.
"Don't you think I've tried? She won't talk to me. I know she will have to eventually though it's just a matter of...waiting."he muttered, banging his hand on the table.
"And for a petulant, spoiled, rich, pureblood brat..." Blaise started. Draco nodded.
"Its impossible." Blaise smiled, not even commenting on Draco's admission to being a spoiled brat.
"Why aren't you mad I'm interested in a muggle-born witch? The whole of Slytherin would be if they found out." He continued, chancing another glance back at his best mate.
"You know the Zabini family never gets too invested in the political side of things. My sister is married to a half blood japanese wizard and my mum could care less. I'm no Malfoy or Lestrange where its pure-blood or nothing. I just want my best mate happy." Blaise replied. Draco couldnt help but let his mouth hang open in a completely gobsmacked expression. Blaise reached one slender finger to close his best mate's mouth. This snapped Draco out of his shock.
"Thanks Blaise. I appreciate it you insufferable git." He smirked, picking up a pumpkin pasty to eat. Blaise smiled back at him.
"Right back at you Prat." Blaise answered, lifting a saucer to block the half eaten pumpkin pasty that came barreling at his handsome face.
"But really, talk to the girl Mate, it works. I should know, I'm a love expert." He responded, picking up the half eaten sweet treat, smiling wolfishly.
"Love expert? Since when has Blaise Zabinj, Slytherin King of No Strings Attached become a love expert?" Draco asked, doubtfully.
"I've watched my sisters and brothers trainwreck relationships enough to learn a few things. Talk to the girl." He said.
"So you went from Blaise Zabini, Slytherin King of No Strings Attached to Slytherin's King of the Obvious in a matter of what? Ten seconds. I sure hope you last longer in the sack Mate." Draco said, before turning the opposite way, leaving Blaise no chance to respond back.
After an hour and a half he saw her chocolate curls bounce as she stood up and began walking towards the doors. He nodded a goodbye to Blaise and gave Theo his untouched turkey leg. Theo looked famished.
He watched from about two feet away as she bobbed in between students, stopping only to help direct students or deduct points. But he knew she was headed towards the heads dorms. She always studied after dinner. He wasn't comfortable admitting how he knew what she enjoyed doing after dinner, but he knew nonetheless. He continued following her until sure enough, she made it to their door. She muttered the password. Pride and prejudice - after her favorite muggle book. When it swung shut he went up to it and muttered the words to enter.
"Granger!" He shouted as he looked around the stone walled room for her. He had never truly paid attention to the god awful amount of red and green they threw around in here to represent both houses.
"Need something?" She called from the top of the spiral stairs.
"Can we...talk?" He asked, taking the stairs two at a time.
"What would you like to talk about? Escorting first years, our patrol schedule ...what?" She asked as he came dangerously close to her. He gained some confidence when she didn't immediately turn tail and run towards the sanctity of her bedroom, screaming obscenities and bad names.
"I want to talk about our kiss last week." He replied, his voice barely a whisper as he leaned into her. She used her peripheral vision to look into his storm cloud colored eyes defiantly.
"What kiss?" She retorted. He knew she was lying. No one could forget his kiss. He wasn't the Slytherin Sex God for nothing.
"That kiss during patrols. When i pushed you up against a wall. Just...like...this." he pushed her into her bedroom door gently with each word. He immediately moved so she couldnt escape and their chests pushed together.
"And snogged your brains out for ten whole minutes. And you (kiss) liked it (kiss) so much (kiss) that you kissed (kiss) me back." He whispered, kissing from the round of her shoulder to just underneath her jawline. She shivered and he smiled. Might as well go for broke, he thought.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She stuttered, avoiding his eyes. He placed a small kiss on the corner of her mouth.
"Bullshit." He whispered in challenge kissing her chastely on the lips. He knew his witch would never back down from a challenge. She didn't return it. He didn't care. He kissed her again on the lips. He could feel her melt into her door, but she still refused to kiss him back. He took one hand from above her head against her door to snake it down and place it by her waist. And then his lips were on hers again. She put her hands on his chest to push him away but he took his other hand and placed it so it mirrored his right. He held her so tightly she couldn't escape. He found her lips once again and kissed her passionately. And he waited. One. he counted in his head. Two. She gasped into his mouth as he parted his lips. Three. Her back fell against her door. Four. She melted. He smiled against her lips as her right hand snaked up his body and tugged hard on his neck, pulling him deeper.
He growled as she pulled away suddenly.
"Come to bed with me." She muttered quickly, opening her door and looking to him expextantly.
"No." He said, suddenly peeved. He withdrew himself and walked over to his own bedroom. He kicked the door open and glided forward to fall flat on his face into his silk green pillow. He muttered to himself about not making her a one off yet he'd barely resisted her. This was going to be more difficult than he originally thought.
Hermione's POV
She closed her bedroom door and slumped against it. Stupid stupid stupid. She thought. It had been a stupid thing to suggest, but Ginny had said she needed to live a little, be spontaneous. And she has also said to get over her brother, Hermione needed to get under someone else. Stupid saying, but Hermione decided to give it a try, with the worst possible person. And she'd gotten turned down. By Malfoy. It was expected but it still stung. After all he had kissed her twice now, surely he found her attractive. She looked around her red and gold decorated bedroom and decided to change into her pajamas. She then laid in her bed, under her gryffindor red coverlet, pondering the enigma that was Draco Malfoy. The war had changed them all. They were all haunted but they all had made life changing alliances by the end of the war. She knew she didn't want anything serious, after her relationship with Ron fizzled out, more like dive bombed. She wanted casual fun, no emotions, no feelings attached... maybe she should have propositioned Zabini instead. Ron was a philandering, possesive, patronizing, self involved, alcoholic prick, and Blaise Zabini was at least half of those adjectives as well. Maybe Zabini wouldn't be good idea. No, she thought, Draco, as explosive of a choice as he was, was the better choice. He was the Slytherin Sex God afterall. But was casual, meaningless, carnal, animalistic sex possible with her worst mortal enemy? Surely he'd be repulsed by the idea... surely. Maybe the kisses were dares? No he didn't seem the type for lighthearted games as such... What was she thinking, propositioning a snake? And why did it make her feel so breathless? she thought as she dozed off.
