Ch. 1: let this be our little secret.
One could have suspected there was something more than hatred between
the muggle-born Hermione Granger and the pure blood Draco Malfoy. If
you looked hard enough, you could see it from the beginning. In all of
their hostile encounters, there was more. There was a look of longing.
Of love.
"you are nothing but a dirty mudblood, Granger. What makes you think
you have any right to even glance my way?" Draco spat at her.
"I may be a "mudblood," she fired back, with an angry emphasis on the
offensive word, "but I am 10 times the person you could ever hope to be"
One could hardly suspect that after this mid-breakfast row, in the
middle of the great hall, in front of all of their peers, they would
go to that same exact abandoned class room, and do the same exact thing
they did everyday before their first class.
Hermione pretended to storm off, even managing to well up fake tears.
Draco followed, to "get more digs in" as he told everyone else. Little
did they know, he was in love with her. He loved the way her hair fell
across her face when she was studying. He loved her matter-of-fact
tone. He loved the graceful way she moved. He especially loved the
graceful way she moved against him. But more than anything, he loved
how she was beautiful, inside and out. She made him want to be a better
person. She made him want to be worthy of such an amazing person.
Within 5 minutes, they were in the classroom. Immediately once they
were in, they became tangled up in each other. His hands expertly moved
over her curves that he knew so well. And her hands carefully traced
his fit body. Quickly his mouth found hers. He kissed her gently, then
more passionately. She laced her fingers through his beautiful, blonde
hair and began lightly tugging at it. He gave a small shudder and
carried her over to the Dusty desk that had once belonged to a teacher
at the front of the room. He gently sat her down and began removing her
clothes. He fumbled slowly with the buttons on her shirt, building
anticipation. Finally, he reached the last button. Once her shirt was
off he began Kissing her every where he was able to. He traced the
outline of her collarbone with his tongue, making her utter a slight
moan. He made his way up her neck and back to her lips. He kissed her
with a new hunger, roaring deep inside of him. He couldn't get enough
of her sweet taste. He needed to feel his bare skin pressed hard
against hers. He began removing his own shirt so he could make this
reality.
She pulled away from his mouth simply so she could look at him. He was,
no question, the most perfect person she had ever had the pleasure of
gazing upon. His muscles, lean from years of quidditch, looked perfect
on his slender body. The way his eyes seemed to shimmer with desire
when he looked at her. The way his hair looked after her hands were
running through it. His soft, pink lips. Everything. Every single thing
about him was perfect.
"Draco, please!" Hermione cried out, tired of waiting.
She removed the remainder of her clothing and gave him a look begging for him to do the
same. He gave her what she wanted without any hesitation. In seconds
flat, he was back on top of her kissing her so passionately she thought
she might die.
Finally he slid inside of her with ease. It was as if she was made for
him. He began rhythmically moving while she moved with him.
"faster!" Hermione moaned.
And Draco moved faster. Their bodies moved as one. As did their minds.
Hermione was completely dressed and as she was watching Draco do up the
last few buttons on his shirt, she realized.
Draco.
He's all that mattered anymore. Since she started her secret
rendezvous with him, her grades slipped. She had distanced herself from
Ron. She had very few friends left, Ginny and Harry were the only ones.
All she really cared about was him. He was everything.
He was the first thing on her mind when she woke up. And the last thing
on her mind before she went to bed. She was beginning to think that she
just might be in love with this beautiful boy.