I had first planned this to be a one shot, but if you'd like me to expand on this story, please tell me.
"Harry, why don't we just stay in tonight? I mean when was the last time we just hung out...together?" Hermione said grabbing Harry's arm as he tried to go out to Quidditch practice.
"As if I want to hang out in the prefects common room while Malfoys upstairs." Harry said angrily.
Hermione crossed her arms and sighed.
"I'm sorry...why don't you just come down and watch me and Ron play a bit of Quiddictch?" he asked hopefully.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "I'll just talk to you tomorrow."
Harry kissed her cheek and walked out through the portrait doorway.
Harry and Hermione had begun dating over the summer and were beginning to get serious until someone sort of messed it up for them, Draco Malfoy. Harry and Hermione had been hoping that they would get picked for prefects and would have a common room all to themselves for the next year, Hermione recieved a letter saying she had been chosen, Harry had not. They were under the impression that maybe Ron got picked. They were wrong. When they arrived at school for their 5th year, they had seen a cocky blonde boy waving his letter. Hermione wasn't happy, neither was Harry, but Harry assured her, either way, it would be a good year.
Hermione sighed as the portrait door closed. That's all Harry seemed to do lately was play Quidditch, they barely spent any time together alone. It was the Quidditch season though, so Hermione expected it, but Harry had never practiced so much, it might have been because it was Gryffindor vs. Slytherin for the next game. Hermione really didn't know what to do, she had just wanted someone to talk to. She thought about going to Ginny, then rethought.
"Talk to Ginny about Harry?" Hermione laughed to herself, remembering Ginny's monsterous crush on Harry for their first 4 years of school.
She sat back and watched the fireplace flicker on the walls. She heard footsteps coming down the stairs, she rolled her eyes.
"In tonight Granger?" Malfoy said sitting down in the couch directly across from her.
This was normal. Sitting around doing absolutley nothing, watching shadows dance on the walls.
"I have a name you prick.." She said crossing her arms.
"God, you do that often." He laughed.
Draco Malfoy seemed to half-way decent when they were in the common room together, their time was spent spitting comments at eachother and eventually laughing about it. She didn't want to admit to Harry that her and Malfoy actually got along sometimes.
He had given up the name mudblood, and referred to her as either Granger or Hermione. Which made her felt more at ease in the common room. They had made a decision that something had to be done when they first entered the common room, they needed to be civil to eachother. Dumbledore specifically told them he had chosen them for a reason, he felt they were both strong people of their houses and if they wouldn't agree on being civil, one would have to go. Neither of them wanted that, so they both just decided to be somewhat nice to eachother. It seemed to work out.
"Where's Potter these days?" He asked.
"Quidditch...Quidditch...damn Quidditch!" She said angrily.
Malfoy nodded and laughed.
"Where's Pansy these days?" Hermione asked him.
"Well...she's not that fun to be around after 20 minutes. So I limit myself to that women."
Hermione laughed at his comment.
"Well, I'm going to bed, night Granger." Draco said scratching the back of his head.
"Wait.." Hermione said grabbing his arm.
He turned around yawning, "what?"
"Can I talk to you about something?" She asked.
Malfoys eyes went wide, any sign of being tired had left him, now he was in shock, what was he to do?
Though him and Hermione had shared a common room for about 3 months, they had never had a real sit-down conversation that actually meant something, till tonight...
"I guess.." He said sitting down in the chair next to her.
They both sat there awkwardly for a few minutes until Hermione finally piped up.
She talked about how her and Harry never hang out anymore, how it's all Quidditch. How he uses the excuse of Draco being in the common room, which is why he chooses not to hang here anymore. How he barely even touches her anymore besides maybe a hug and a kiss on the cheek. How he started sitting by Ron in classes, while she sat behind him with Lavender, he'd send silly notes and things to her, but she wasn't happy.
"I mean, we haven't even made out for weeks!" She said loudly, "a girl has needs!"
Draco laughed hysterically.
She looked at him with an evil look in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, but you're taking it too seriously. Just let him loose, it's like you're following. A relationship needs two people. Not one constantly hanging on ones every move. Harry seems to be interested in things other than you, it might change, it might now. I just say let it go." Draco said softly after he stopped laughing at the making out comment.
"I've never heard you talk that way..." Hermione said looking into his icey blue eyes.
Hermione's eyes began to water, then a tear fell down her face.
"I can be deep." He said wiping the tear away.
"Well, I'm going to go to bed. Night." She said suppressing her tears till she got to her bedroom.
Malfoy looked at her confusedly.
She got halfway to the stairs before she felt a strong hand grip her wrist.
"Don't.." He said turning her around.
"Malfoy?" She began, but he put a finger to her lips.
"Please don't say anything..." He said as he pulled her closer.
Their lips met.
Hermione knew it wasn't right, but she couldn't pull herself away from him, she was feeling something in the pit of her stomach that she had never felt before, and she liked it.
Draco felt her soft lips upon his, he was in complete bliss. He had never felt this when kissing Pansy, the only thing he felt when kissing Pansy was in his pants. This was different, it was real.
They pulled away from eachother in confusion.
Before they knew it, they were at it again. Draco gripping her waist tighter and tighter towards his, they both began breathing heavily. Draco picked her up, her legs straddling him, they barely left eachothers lips as they made their way upstairs.
They had two rooms in this common room, both we right across from eachother in the hallway, and Hermione knew which room she was going into.
Draco put her on the king-sized bed with a silk Slytherin compforter. She felt the coldness of the silk on her arms, but felt warmth when he proceeded to fall right on top of her.
"Draco what are we doing?" Hermione asked breathlessly as he kissed her kneck.
"I don't know, but I don't want to stop." He said moving his way back to her lips.
She pulled his shirt off, revealing his pale torso. Years of Quidditch had really done him good. She felt the muscles in his back as he moved his rough fingers up her shirt. She sighed a heavenly sigh.
His hand moved out of her shirt and moved down to her belt, he looked up at her.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"I've never done it before..." Hermione said nervously.
"I'll be gentle.." He said softly.
Usually, this would be said in an almost sick way, but he said it in a very warm way.
She nodded her head as he unbuckled her belt, kissing various spots of her stomach.
He pulled her pants off as she pulled off her shirt. She unbuckled his pants and pulled them off to reveal a green pair of boxers.
They knew what was going to happen.
"Shit.." Draco said crawling off of her.
"What?" She asked.
"Hold on..." He said running to the bathroom in his boxers.
Hermione sighed and awaited his return. She thought of Harry. Why was she doing this? She loved Harry! But she had never felt what she was feeling tonight. She knew this was all she wanted to feel tonight.
Draco returned stuffing his 'junk' back into his boxers.
"Okay, are you ready?" He asked crawling back over her.
She nodded nervously.
Draco nervously slipped off her under garmets and proceeded to his business.
"It hurts.." Hermione winced.
"It will for a little while, just wait..." He said as he moved as slowly and gently as he could.
Hermione felt a moan escape her mouth, she felt embaressed.
"It's okay, it's natural." Draco assured her.
Minutes later...
The bed was shaking, Draco was grunting, Hermione was trying her best not to moan, but she felt something, something new, but that something began to build up more and more and more and felt even better ever second, finally and explosion of pleasure came out of her mouth, Draco the same.
They both layed there, hearts beating fast, sweat dripping all over their bodies, breathing heavily.
"You alright?" Draco asked looking down at her sweating face, she nodded and smiled.
He rolled over and kissed her kneck, put his arm around her, pulled her closer and sunk into the thick compforter that lay over them, Hermione put her hand on his cheek and whispered to herself, "Tonight and the rest of my life."