So basically this is the sequel to Forbidden and Unforbidden Loves. Enjoy!
I don't own Harry Potter or any of the stuff in this story except the plot.
I, however, do own the phrase...
So shove that in your pipe and smoke it.
So to the person who replied to my author's note in the last story saying I was a douche bag for my ending to the last one, even though I am nice enough to make a story for all my disappointed fans, and using my phrase, you can go have a life, thanks.
Live long and prosper!
-CarsonRae
A blonde male hovered over a female in the Slytherin boy's dormitory. He was in the push up position, his arms bent so that he could be as close to the person below him as possible. He was shirtless, the perfect muscles of his back and arms could be seen in this predicament. The blonde hair, usually in a casual style, was very messy, as though someone had been running their hands through it. The sun shined brightly off his pale skin as he kissed the girl below him on her lips, moving to her jawbone, neck, and collarbone.
The girl could sense he was tired, and flipped them both over so she was on the top. She continued to kiss him, passion and heat with every kiss. His hands were on her slender waist, holding her hips against him as much as possible. This girl happened to be wearing an under shirt, and her lower garments, but that was it. Clothes littered the floor next to them, dress shirts, trousers, a skirt, and robes of two different colors. Her brown, wavy hair became almost a honey color as the sun shone off it. She kissed his neck, biting down a little. His hands on her hips tightened and a low growl escaped his lips. In an instant, he had flipped them back over and he was on top, kissing her with fervor. She moaned when his lips softly brushed the crook of her neck.
"I know you wanna say it," he whispered in her ear to her, his hot breath all over her neck, making her shiver.
"Draco," she whispered as he kissed her on the neck again.
"Hermione," he murmured back as he made his way back to her mouth and his lips met hers again. Her hands were on his back, her nails making soft scratches when he kissed down to her special spot on her neck.
"Draco," she whispered again and looked over to the side. She saw the time and jolted on accident.
"Oh shit!" she cried as her knee came up and hit him in his groin. A grunt came out of his mouth and he fell onto the floor, making a loud, pounding sound. Hermione went to the side of the bed and looked down at him. Draco Malfoy, her boyfriend, was spread out on the floor, his eyes shut tight in agony, his breathing irregular.
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry. It's just that we're gonna be late for Transfiguration, and McGonagall is gonna give us another detention if we are," Hermione said to him. He sat up and moaned in pain. Hermione was trying to find her clothing, throwing articles of the clothes littering the floor at him. Most of the clothing was his anyways. She found all the pieces to her uniform and began to put them on.
Draco, however, wasn't getting the message that they needed to leave just yet. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She stopped and turned around in his arms and smiled up at him. He had one of those smirks on his face, the ones that said that he was about to ask her to do something mischievous.
"Can't we just, I don't know, skip Transfiguration for today?" he asked. Draco already knew the answer, but he always asked anyways, hoping one day she would say yes.
"No, we can't. Because if we do, everyone will know why and they will talk. And we can't really have that can we? We have to keep a low-ish profile," Hermione said as she stood on her tip toes and kissed him. Draco was reasonably taller than her and she looked up at him. Hermione wanted badly to be able to skip so she could be with him instead, but she had her limits…and she made sure she kept them. She knew that if she skipped class to be with him, they may do something that Hermione didn't really wanna do just yet. After all, it hadn't been too long since she had chosen, yet again.
"Ron, please? We never have any…alone time…anymore," Hermione whined softly in his ear as she kissed him. The common room was packed, scarlet and yellow everywhere. The Gryffindors had just played the Ravenclaws in Quidditch and won the Quidditch Cup. Ron had improved in his Keeping skills, and she had to admit, he was pretty sexy on a broom.
"Hermione. Later. I promise," he said to her as he talked to some girl next to him. Hermione hated that. She was his girlfriend, but it seemed that they did everything on his schedule. No doubt about it, Ron was pretty busy. He had been focusing more on his N.E.W.T.s and school work to try and be better at it, and he did have Quidditch practice under Angelina every other night, but still. They never had any time.
Not wanting to be part of the celebration, Hermione quietly slipped out of the common room. She didn't really have anywhere to go anymore. The library no longer held much value to her. It was so…dreary. So, instead, she succumbed to roaming the halls.
She found herself way near the Slytherin common room. Not like common rooms mattered much anymore. Unless there was a Gryffindor celebration like there was now, usually you could find a couple people of each house in the common rooms. Even the Slytherins had let up a little bit, which was way strange. But Hermione found herself staring at the Slytherin entrance, badly hoping a certain blonde boy would come out.
Draco Malfoy. That boy hadn't talked to her in forever, and she missed him. Hermione had stomped and crushed his heart, and she had felt bad for it. But when she had tried to talk to him afterward to explain why she had picked Ron over him, he wouldn't listen. He had called her a Mudblood, and walked off. But she knew he had been crying, because the word Mudblood came out shaky. And now he ignored her.
"You know, it's kinda creepy to be just staring at someone's common room like that," a voice came from behind her. That voice, it made her heart melt on the inside and she turned around to face him. His stormy gray eyes were surveying her, almost as though they were looking deep into her soul. Probably because they were. His hair was in casual disarray, and he was in casual clothes. She wanted to cry, why had she picked Ron again? Draco was standing right in front of her, looking at her. His eyes were holding an icy stare, but she could tell there was hurt and longing behind them.
"I didn't even realize I was down here. I was just…wandering. And I guess I brought myself here," Hermione said softly. She looked down at the ground, not being able to look at the person in front of her. Her own brown eyes were staring at the stone floor, trying to burn holes or something. She knew he was still looking at her, because she could still see him standing in front of her. Emotions welled inside Hermione, she needed someone. And Ron was never there….
She saw one of his large hands come towards her. The hand lifted up her chin, surveying her face. Tears were welled in her eyes and when Draco saw that, his stormy gray eyes that had been staring into her not so long ago, melted, and care and concern were written all over his face. He didn't smile, but instead, he lifted up her chin even further and kissed her. Hermione's eyes opened wide, but it felt…right. His lips were locked with hers, and it was like they fit together perfectly like a puzzle.
Draco's left hand found her waist, while the right found her hand and he pushed her up softly against the wall. He was kissing her so much that she was dying on the inside, in a good way. Dying because she was hungering for more. And she was kissing him back. Finally she pulled away and escaped the box that he had put her into.
"Alright, gotta go break up with Ron now," she said to him. Draco walked over to her and smirked.
"I knew you wouldn't last too long," he said to her and smiled as he kissed her again and disappeared into his common room. Her heart was beating, her breathing irregular, and her hair a bit disheveled. But she didn't care. Hermione was done with Ron's crap. He didn't treat her right, and this she knew enough to know she needed to find someone else. And he had happened to be there. So perfect.
Hermione entered the common room a bit louder than she had thought about. Half the people saw her as she grabbed Ron and began to drag him up into the boy's dorms. She could hear whooping, whistling, and people betting on what would go on.
"God, Hermione, couldn't have waited?" he asked with a smirk as he came over to her. He placed his hands on her waist and tried to kiss her. However, he got a reaction he didn't really expect. She wiggled out from his grasp and sat on Harry's bed, pointing Ron to sit on his own across from her. She didn't think she could bear sitting next to him when she told him what she was about to tell him.
"Ron, I'm really sorry, but this…us…it isn't working. It's like I'm dating my brother," Hermione said as she looked down at the ground. That was a lie, a part of her would always love Ron, and he was definitely not a brother to her, but, it had to be done. She felt bad, for breaking his heart. It was almost as though she could hear the cracking of it from where she was, and it was paining her.
"You're breaking up with me?" he asked, his voice so small. Ron had grown up so much, she hadn't noticed how much until she looked up at him and saw him reduced to...well whatever was in front of her. He was so big and muscular, and she had just reduced him to the child he once was with one little phrase.
"Yes. It's for the best," Hermione said to him. He came over to her, kneeling on the floor and kissed her hand and her lips, almost desperately. She sighed softly and a tear came out of her eye. This was a lot harder than she had anticipated. He kissed her on her lips, moving to her neck. For a second, she thought he was going to have her taking it all back, until he stopped. Hermione felt his breath on her neck and she pulled away.
"What's wrong?" she asked shakily.
"What's that smell?" Ron asked her. She smelled herself, it smelled like her on her arms. She didn't smell bad, she knew that for sure. Then she smelled her left hand, and realized that it was Draco. His scent was all over her and she hadn't even noticed. Ron backed away, his jaw set. He held onto her hand until he was far enough away to where it just dropped onto her thigh. He turned around towards his bed and then hit the bed post with his left hand. The mahogany wood splintered and cracked, and he lowered a now bleeding hand.
"Go, Hermione," he said to her softly, but with so much venom in his voice that it was almost dripping. At this point, Hermione knew he knew, and she went to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. She felt it tense under her touch, but that wasn't going to stop her from what she was going to say.
"Ron, I'm sorry. It just happened and it was unexpected and he-" Hermione started, letting everything she wanted to say just start flowing from her mouth like a river.
"GO!" he shouted at her, turning to face her. Ron's entire face was red, his jaw was set, and there were tears and hurt in his eyes. He grabbed a towel off the drying furnace in the middle of the room and headed out the side door to the male bathrooms, slamming the wooden door behind him. The slam echoed, causing her to jump and the entire common room to hear. Hermione got up from Harry's bed and went towards the door. Turning, she examined the dorm that she had been in so many times before exiting it for the very last time.
Hermione and Ron hadn't really talked much since then. In fact, she hung out mostly with all the Slytherins, who had come to fancy her. All except Pansy, who Hermione could've cared less if she had been pushed off a cliff.
Draco finished putting on his uniform, casually as usual. When he was looking in the mirror to see how it all looked, Hermione's emotions faded and she was happy. She slipped on her skirt and her scarlet and yellow tie and grabbed her bag. She then draped the robe part of the outfit over her arm and fixed her hair, then looked at him.
"Ready yet?" she laughed as she leaned against his door. He turned towards her and kissed her neck, causing a slight moan to escape her lips.
"I am now," he smiled as he grabbed her free hand and exited out of the dorm room. Hermione and Draco came down the stairs together, smiling as they exited the common room Hermione practically called home and ran down the halls to Transfiguration.
AN: So yeah. I promised a sequel and BAM here it is! If you were a fan of me picking Ron in the story Forbidden and Unforbidden Loves, this story probably isn't for you. However, this is to all the people who stuck with me in the end to be disappointed. So yeah, sorry guys but uh you gotta do that sometimes.
Criticism and suggestions are welcomes. No flames please. Cause they aren't very nice, and they make an author feel bad. I'm only human!
And part Vulcan, but SSH!
-CarsonRae