Unexpected

Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with the Harry Potter franchise. I am just an overly obsessed fan who likes to borrow the characters for my own little thrills. The rights belong to the very talented J.K. Rowling, who is responsible for the literacy of a generation with the creation of Harry Potter. I will put back the characters when I am done with them, perhaps even use an obliviate charm for good measure.

Chapter One: The Beginning of the End

Hermione Granger stood alone in the astronomy tower staring out into the brilliant starlit night sky above her. She sighed a sad sigh as she realized she was leaving her home, her Hogwarts. Everything was closing in around her. She had aced her NEWTS, just as she knew she would. Now that school was over, she had to face the real world. Voldermort was defeated, so she could start a new life in peace. But a new life filled not with the uncertainty of whether or not she would survive to see tomorrow, but what was in store for her since Voldemort was no longer a threat. She would always have her friends, Ron and Harry, there for her, but that was the only thing she did know. She didn't know what she wanted to do with her life. She knew she wanted a career in making a difference in the lives of House Elves as well as other misunderstood Magical Creatures.

She turned to leave the tower to spend her last night with her friends of the last seven years when she came face to face with a certain smirking, blonde boy.

"Ah, if it isn't Mudblood Granger," said Draco Malfoy with a delectable smirk on his face. Hermione's heart fluttered at the sight in front of her. She took Malfoy in, reveling in his handsome face and breathtakingly gorgeous body.

"And if it isn't the ferrety Pureblood Malfoy," she said with a feigned voice full of malevolence and hatred. She hoped that he didn't sense the uneasiness and underlying attraction in her voice.

"Now, now Granger," Malfoy chastised, "is that a way to greet an old friend?"

Hermione couldn't help but to give a spiteful chuckle at his words. "Old friend? You can't be serious! After all the biting insults and endless times you tried to hurt me and my friends, you have the audacity to call me an 'old friend'?!"

"Granger, you know I never meant that. We have something here. A clever witch like you can't deny that," Malfoy said as he moved closer to where Hermione stood frozen by the soles of her shoes to the hard cement floor.

"We have nothing, nothing, here," Hermione spat out with a harsh emphasis on the word 'nothing.'

"There you go again Granger, denying it. I know how you look at me. The way every girl looks at me. You want me, Granger, admit it," Malfoy said as he circled a motionless Hermione in a fashion that resembled a hawk circling its prey. And when Malfoy's eyes bored into her, she felt like the prey to his predatory eyes.

"Why you insolent, pig-headed, good for nothing-" Hermione said angrily but was cut off by Malfoy's lips on hers. She melted into the kiss for only a few seconds before collecting her wits about her and shoving his chest hard to get him off her. She couldn't help but to notice, although she was quite angry at his audacity, the hardness and strength of his chest as she pushed him away.

"And here I am, with you," Malfoy continued as if they had not just kissed, and she had hurriedly shoved him away. "And you know I look at you Granger, the way every guy looks at you. The way that little bookworm with bushy hair and big teeth grew up oh so pretty. You filled out quite nicely Granger. Yes you did. I know you see me looking at you as you and the pansy Potter and the wimpy Weasley pass me everyday in the Great Hall. The way your skirt rides up your slender, toned thighs," as he said this, he trailed his fingers up her trembling legs, "the way your mouth moves into a grin as you smile at something," he thumbed over her lips as her breath hitched, "the twinkle in your eyes as you talk to your friends, the way those delicious looking tits move against your shirt when you laugh," he brushed his knuckles over her heaving chest, causing her to gasp out, " the way your pristine white shirt hugs the subtle curves of your body. I want you Granger. And I know you want me," Malfoy said as he leaned down towards Hermione for another kiss. She turned her head quickly, and his soft lips grazed her blushing cheeks.

"N-no, Malfoy. You're wrong," Hermione stuttered slightly.

"Am I now?" An arrogant Malfoy said as another trademark smirk spread across his devilishly handsome face. His eyes lit up with a glee that made Hermione's knees turn to water.

"Yes," Hermione said with a lot more conviction then she felt. "Why would I be attracted to someone like you? You are a sniveling, chauvinistic, egotistical monster. So what if you are physically striking? Beneath your exterior, as attractive as it may be, lies the heart of a pig. How in Merlin's name am I supposed to find that attractive?"

"Lots of words. Big words. If I didn't know any better, Granger, I would say you are trying to convince yourself as much as you are trying to convince me," he said with a trace of laughter in his voice.

"Convince myself?" Hermione said, visibly nervous now. "Why would I have to convince myself? Seriously, get a clue. If you say every guy looks at me the way you look at me, what makes you think I would choose you? The very boy who has tormented me since our first year? This is one Mudblood you will never get, you self-absorbed prat!"

"How's this for self-absorbed?" he asked as he grabbed her by the shoulders and brought her forcefully to his waiting mouth. Hermione gasped against his lips, and he took this opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth, gently caressing her tongue. Hermione soon melted into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. He placed his hands on her hips and hoisted her up. She was compliant and immediately put her legs around his waist.

She broke the kiss as he pressed her into the wall in the astronomy tower. She gasped for air, and Draco buried his face into her neck, giving her hot, sloppy kisses on her tender skin. "This changes nothing Draco. You are still a snide little jerk," Hermione whispered harshly as she forced his lips back up to hers. He smirked against her mouth.

"I know Granger," he said as he kissed her once again. "This--means--nothing…you are still--a filthy Mudblood," he kissed her deeply and pulled his lips away from hers, and he rested his sweaty forehead against hers, and looked deeply into her brown eyes, "you are just a Mudblood I can't stay away from. I have to have you. Here, and now." Draco kissed her again, this time the kiss was more fierce and passionate.

Hermione finally came to a bit of rational sense and pushed Malfoy away, once again. "What am I doing?" she asked herself. Draco looked at her in a manner that suggested he was very frustrated with her. She paced back and forth, muttering about betrayal, fraternizing with the enemy.

"Granger, please. You don't know what you do to me," he whispered harshly in her ear. He took her hand and allowed it to brush against the prominent bulge forming in his trousers. She moaned slightly as she felt Draco through his pants.

"Hermione….my name is Hermione," she whispered as she moved her hand cautiously over his erection. He moaned low in his throat.

"Hermione, oh, yessss," he hissed. His lips latched onto to her neck. He sucked at her skin, marking her in a sort of primal way. He growled and ripped her hand away from him. He roughly undid the buttons on her uniform shirt. He heard her gasp as he ripped her white bra off in a hurried fashion. His mouth latched onto her perfect, full breast. His hand fondled the other one, and his free hand traveled at an achingly slow pace down the flat plane of her stomach. He reached her skirt and cautiously slid a finger into her knickers. He could tell how much she wanted this because she was soaking wet. He slipped a finger inside her, and she moaned loudly. He bit down on her nipple a bit harder, and used his thumb to press against her clit.

"Oh, oh yes! Yes Draco! Don't stop," Hermione moaned loudly. Her lower half was grinding furiously on Draco's hand. He sped up the movements of his thumb, and added another finger. That was all it took. Hermione let out a mindless scream as she came hard over Draco's working hand. He finished her off and supported her body as she recovered from her sudden orgasm.

"Wow," was the only word Hermione could logically think of.

"I take it you enjoyed it Granger," Draco said, looking quite pleased with himself.

"Yeah, I suppose it was okay," Hermione teased. She placed a kiss gingerly on his lips. He smiled a genuine smile. It wasn't a smirk or any kind of arrogant smile. It was a friendly smile. But as soon as that friendly smile was flashed, it was evident he had more than friendship on his mind as he lifted her by her waist, and her legs wrapped around his hard midsection. She felt the bulge press against her knickers. A whole new wave of lust formed, and she grabbed a handful of Draco's silky hair and forced his lips to hers. He didn't complain one bit. He pressed his erection a bit more harder into Hermione's center. Hermione moaned and pushed herself out of his arms. Never breaking their kisses, Hermione unbuttoned Draco's shirt quickly. She threw it carelessly across the room. Her hands roamed over his chest, reveling in the strength of it. She broke the kisses to meet his lustful, darkened eyes.

Never breaking their intense eye contact, unbuttoned his trousers and dropped them down to his ankles. He quickly stepped out them, clad in only a pair of green boxers.

"I should have expected these," Hermione said, grinning, as she snapped the waistband of the boxers. Draco swore.

"Yep. Can't expect a Slytherin not to represent his house in every aspect of dress, can you?" Draco asked as he kissed her. Hermione laughed as Draco removed her already opened shirt from her. He unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the ground. She stepped out of it, reveling red knickers. Draco raised an eyebrow at her choice color. She rolled her eyes and whacked his chest playfully. "Can you honestly expect a Gryffindor not to represent her house in every aspect of dress?" she said mockingly in a hushed whisper. She kissed him again.

"Well, as delightfully sexy these are, Granger, they are hindering me from having my wicked way with you. So, they must go!" Draco said as he slid them down her long, slender legs.

"Draco, wait-" she started. She was chewing her bottom lip nervously and avoided his eyes.

"What?" he asked. He cupped her chin and made her meet his eyes.

"It's my first time," she said simply. Her eyes never broke contact with his.

"Well, mine too," he admitted. Hermione's eyes widened in not only shock, but disbelief.

"You can't be serious? The smug Draco Malfoy, a virgin?" Hermione said.

"Yeah. Who did you expect me to have sex with, Granger?" he asked quietly.

"Well, according to you, every girl looks at you with lust in their eyes. I'm sure one of those girls would be good enough for you," said Hermione. Draco's eyes turned away from her.

"They weren't you Granger," he said softly, his arrogant persona melting away.

"What?" she said, taken aback by his honesty.

"You remember the Yule ball? Back in fourth year?" he said suddenly.

"Yeah, what of it?" she asked, very confused. This sudden trip down memory lane was a bit jarring and unexpected.

"When I saw you. You were beautiful. You weren't Hermione, the filthy Mudblood with bushy hair and big teeth and an unnatural love for books, which by the way, is just abnormal! You weren't the obnoxious know-it-all. You were Hermione, the woman that made my heart skip a few beats. You had developed in ways I never thought possible. And when that Viktor Krum had his filthy Bulgarian hands on you, I wanted to stupefy him then and there. Such beauty as yours shouldn't have been wasted on that imbecile. You were too good for him. Too good for anyone really. That is when I first noticed you. And then after that night, I realized that no one else could be my first. Only Hermione Granger. I then spent the next three years tormenting the mickey out of you, just to try to deny to myself what I knew was true; I wanted you. I followed you up here to tell you that, and I started off in my usual arrogant way. It's just that tonight was my last chance to ever try to be with you, and I had to take it, or regret it the rest of my life," he said gently. By this time, he had already turned away from Hermione, and she made her way over to her to him. She wrapped her arms around his toned stomach and squeezed hard.

"Thank you, Draco. That was sweet," Hermione said as she placed a kiss on his spine. He turned around and easily picked her up. He planted sweet kisses on her mouth.

"Are you sure Hermione? Are you sure you want this?" Draco asked, staring intently in her eyes.

"Yes," she said as she kissed him again. She used her feet to slide his green boxers down his hips. They too pooled onto the ground. Draco pushed Hermione against the door, and eased his way into her. Hermione gasped at his large size. He inched his way into her, and she felt a strong stinging pain. She cried out as he was now fully engulfed by her. He still his body and waited for her to signal him to continue. She took a few deep breaths, and the pain began to lessen in its severity.

"Move, Draco. Now," she groaned. He kissed her neck and pulled out, only to plunge back in.

"Oh yes!" Hermione cried as his thrusts picked up speed. He thrust deeply into her accepting body. Draco was grunting as he continued pounding into Hermione. Hermione felt the familiar tension building in her belly. She knew she was close. Draco was feeling the same thing, he could feel his climax nearing, and he wanted Hermione to be there with him when he came. He looked up at Hermione and saw her head tilted back and eyes screwed shut tightly. Her mouth was slightly agape, and she was moaning and making incredibly sexy sounds in the back of her throat. He lowered his hand between their frantically moving bodies and found her clit. He rubbed it, and in a few minutes, he could feel her painfully clenching around him. The world imploded for both of them. Hermione screamed as wave after wave of her glorious orgasm washed over her. Draco grunted her name out as he exploded inside her. They finally stilled, and Draco planted one last deep kiss on Hermione's lips. He set her down, and wrapped his arms around her shuddering shoulders. She rested her sweaty forehead against his pounding heart. Once their breathing returned to normal, they gazed at one another, goofy grins plastered on both their faces.

"Wow, Draco. That was pretty good," Hermione said as she disentangled herself from him.

"Yeah, it was pretty good if I do say so myself," Draco said with a smirk forming on his lips.

She set out finding her scattered clothes. She grabbed her knickers and skirt and put them on rather quickly. Draco was just enjoying some of the show as he set off as well to get dressed.

"You owe me a new bra," she said as she held up her tattered and ripped one. "This really was my favorite!"

"Yeah Granger, well, it looks much better off than it does on!" Draco said, letting his gaze slip down to her perked breasts. A rosy blush formed on her pale cheeks, and she picked up her shirt. She dropped the bra, and walked over to Draco and gave his a small peck on his cheek.

"You know this can't mean anything more than this, Draco. It can't ever be anything outside of this room," Hermione said sadly.

"I know," Draco said quietly.

"Because not only would Harry and Ron never accept us, your father would never stand for this, seeing as I am not a pureblood. It was fun, Draco. Thanks for a great last night," Hermione said. She grabbed his hand and kissed his lips softly. He met her eyes.

"Goodbye," she whispered, and with that, she let go of his hand and walked away. Upon reaching the door, she met his gaze one last time. She exited, leaving Draco alone in the now way too quiet tower.

"Goodbye Hermione. I love you," Draco whispered as he turned back to the window and gazed at the unfair fates above him.

[A/N

This was a fic I found a few days ago. I decided that it was worth finishing. Normally, I am a R/Hr shipper all the way, but I do enjoy D/Hr from time to time. This plot line for this fic was lodged in my head for days, and it was just screaming to emerge. So, I just had to start it out, but then I forgot about it. I'll update as frequently as I can. And seeing as I am a bit of a review junkie, reviews are welcome, and very much appreciated! Thanks!