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Chapter 2 To hear his cry
Slughorn's class was boring as ever for Malfoy and his mates. The entire period they would pull out some of their old tricks and pranks. Blaise had scribbled on a small piece of parchment a couple of insults, crumbled it into a ball, and with a flick of his wand adding the words, "wingardium leviosa," in a whisper. The crumbled up parchment was floated behind Adrian and then flung forward to hit Pansy right in the back of the head.
Pansy swung neck around, glared at Adrian, and started to unravel the parchment. All the while Malfoy and Blaise fought to hold back their laughter. Once the chime had finished it's clinging to notify the end of class, the boys along with Pansy filed out of the room.
"Aren't you going to say something to him Draco?" Pansy asked referring to Adrian tossing the parchment of insults at her head.
He chuckled before saying, "What would I say to him Pans?" he chuckled again. "You've got a bit of slug guts in your hair, just there." Malfoy pointed at the left side of her ear near her hairline and she squealed.
"What have you been getting into lately Pans?" Blaise joked.
"You've got a spider leg in your pearly whites there Blaise," snorted Adrian who was trying to get in on the jokes but at the same time try and defend Pansy.
Blaise turned around and started to walk backwards so that he was face to face with Pucey. He smiled and abruptly stopped in front of him to put his face in his, "You mind scratchin' it out then mate, don't wanna end up with killers like yours!" He smirked just as Pucey had smacked his head out of his way and Malfoy roared into laughter.
As Blaise was forced to turn back forwards because of Pucey's smack he collided into another's body.
"Watch it!" the body had said. And Blaise looked up to find Ron Weasley bushing off his robes and behind him was the bushy haired Hermione Granger.
Malfoy walked up to Weasley, "Walk much Weasel? Or do you prefer to crawl?" he smirked as Weasley gave him a dirty look.
"At least I'm not a bloody death-eater Malfoy!" Ron spit.
Malfoy launched himself forward but was barricaded by Blaise's arms holding him back.
"Enough Ronald," Hermione quietly tugged at Ron's robes as if begging him to stand down.
Malfoy was furious. He was tired of being called a death-eater everywhere he went. Yes, he had been one. But he had been cleared of all charges, why couldn't people get past his filthy mark? He calmed himself just in time to witness Weasley's girlfriend pull him away from the fight. He looked at Granger and saw that her eyes had been glistening, almost as if she had been crying before this incident had begun. He wandered for just a second what little miss perfect could possibly be upset about before disregarding it since he didn't really care.
He and his mates continued to walk to their next class furthering their discussion of Weasel's obvious insanity. The rest of the day wasn't as intriguing as the morning had been. It had gotten around about the incident and several students were gossiping about Malfoy's bad temper and how it's only fitting since he was, you know. But what did appeal to Malfoy was what was being said about Weasley. Plenty of Gryffindor gossip had made its way to the Slytherin dinner table that evening. Pansy was hunched over telling each of the lads all the juicy information she had gotten from another friend who was, unfortunate for her, a friend of a Ravenclaw who was friends with a Gryffindor who knew all the dirty details. Of course it didn't seem like a credible source but it was fun to listen in on all their never ending drama.
Pansy had told them how ever since they arrived Weasley's been having some anger problems, and has seen to make it a new hobby to release it all out on Granger. Apparently the couple has been spotted, not snogging, but yelling their heads off at each other. Given it was normal for the two to have pity fights, but never ones that resulted in Granger running away from the common room and away from the eighth year tower altogether. No one knew where she went off to hide but when she did, Weasley would further ridicule her for doing so. It seems the other day Weasley was caught shoving his tongue down another girl's throat. This sickened Malfoy considering that who the bloody hell would snog Weasley like that? Whether Granger knew of his treachery or not was unknown to Pansy.
The evening quickly turned to the dead of night, and the Slytherin mates were up late sitting in the common room. Blaise and Adrian had been held up on one black leather couch while Malfoy and Pansy were on another seated just across from the others. Malfoy had been leaned into the back of the cushion with his arms extended over the top; Pansy was resting her head just on his shoulder with her hands lying upon his chest. The group was joking and having a laugh as usual until the first sign of a yawn appeared. The yawn had come from Adrian which led to Blaise joking about being up past his bed time. Pucey snorted but got up and left for his dorm, a few minutes later he was followed by Blaise who said goodnight to Pansy and told Malfoy he'd see him in the dorm.
Pansy looked up at Malfoy and asked if he was too tired for a recap of 5th year in the dungeons. He smirked and looked around the common room and noticed the two were alone, something Parkinson probably already made sure of.
Malfoy reached for Pansy's hips and threw her down of the couch; she then let out a high pitched squeal of giggles as he landed on top of her. He began to kiss her neck roughly and she closed her eyes in pleasure. As Malfoy dug his way down her neck and into her collar bone he heard a noise. The noise made him sharply look up to see a fellow classmate staring down at him and Pansy. He slowly got off of her and stood up. Pansy jumped to her feet and out of embarrassment bid Malfoy goodnight. The student walked past Malfoy and up to his dorm.
After being caught in the common room with Pansy, Malfoy wasn't that tired. He decided to take a stroll about the castle in hopes of wearing himself out. Unsure of where his feet were taking him he found himself strutting down a corridor that led to several classrooms. He'd never walked this part of the castle at night. It's usually filled with students and yelling teachers saying 'Get to class!' during the day. He had had enough of the teachers and classes during that time; he had no desire to come back around night time. But here he was, walking down a corridor of classes. Something was off about the air he thought. It wasn't as quiet as he'd assumed it would be. He could hear a faint whimper coming from a room further down the hall. He headed towards it, half hoping to find Nearly Headless Nick crying about his stupid headless club that he can't get into. But Nearly Headless Nick was not what he found, it was Granger.
She was sat in a corner of the room huddled into a ball of sobbing. When Malfoy saw her, the first thing he thought about was why people still made fun of her bushy hair. It hadn't been busy for several years now; the girl had learned to tame it. His second thought was what it would be like to tangle his fingers through it, this thought he quickly shot down as her head sprung up from her knees and she looked straight at him.
"What do you want Malfoy?" she muttered as she wiped her last tear away before standing up.
"Only wanted to leave a shiny green apple on our head mistress's desk," he smirked as he transfigured a nearby item into the very shiny green apple he spoke of. He tossed it in the air once and set it down, "Better be off!" He turned on his heel to leave but was stopped by her voice.
"Wait!" he turned around to hear her shaky voice and to witness a small tear escape her eye again one more time. "You aren't going to ask? Surly you'd like more gossip for Pansy at supper, wouldn't you?" Her face was pale and Malfoy could see the pain in her eyes. He half thought about discarding everything he had seen and leave her here alone but then he remember his 6th year and what had happened to him when no one was around to hear his cry.
"Pansy's a pans, Granger. Wouldn't wanna give her more to spit from her mouth, hear enough of it already." He sat on top of a nearby student desk. He thought she was going to laugh but her small hint faded quickly.
"I never thought I'd one day consider telling you anything like this…" she began. Malfoy again thought of a snarky comment in return but decided to stash it away for later and just listen to what she had to say. She paced back and forth debating on what all to tell him while he watched her closely and intently. "I had been hiding from Ronald, but I'd be lying if I said he was the only problem." She looked at Malfoy and continued apprehensively, "My mother and my father, they don't remember me. They don't know who I am. I had to wipe their memories before going off with Harry." She again started to cry and met Malfoy's eyes again waiting for him to say something. When she realized he wasn't going to she went on, "It sounds stupid. Why don't I just go and undo it, right? I tried. My spell was too strong. They were absolutely terrified and were going to call the police on me and have me arrested!" she paused and witnessed Malfoy's puzzled face at the use of 'police'. She ignored it, "I had to apparated back to the burrow. I've been staying there ever since. Molly's been more than welcome to me and Ron seemed to be thrilled as well. But Ron's changed. After the war he became cold, very distant, untrusting. He's perfectly himself with Harry," Malfoy could sense the jealousy in her words. "But when it came to us, all we did was fight. It started out as little arguments around the silliest of things," she snorted a bit of a chuckle and continued to pace. "In the beginning, we were very…" she paused as to choose her words carefully, "adequate to pleasing one another." Malfoy raised an eyebrow at her remark but again kept his comments to himself. "Now he won't even touch me!" well that answered his question. She looked at him and put her head down.
"So why are you here tonight Granger?"
"Luna let it slip that he was snogging the lonely Patil girl. I guess he was waiting for the right moment to tell me." She lowered her head in shame and stared at Malfoy's brown shoes.
Malfoy laughed and receive a look full of daggers from Hermione, "He wasn't waiting for the right moment Granger, he wasn't going to tell you at all!" He saw that his words must've hurt and so he fixed his face and became calm again. "Look, your parents bit, that's rough. But Weasley? Screw him! Honestly Granger, was he that satisfying?" he couldn't help himself but smirk.
Hermione gasped at his thoughts and quickly resorted them, "If you're implying that we have…" she hesitated, "we haven't!"
Malfoy again chuckled out another smirk and sat up straight, "What? You haven't shagged yet?"
She smacked his arm while he hunched over and laughed, "No! Of course not!"
Malfoy sat back up and looked at Granger intently and out of all seriousness asked, "Granger, have you shagged at all?" When she didn't reply, his question was answered and he fell back into another haze of laughter.
"You are by far repulsive Malfoy!" she spit. As he erupted into yet again another fit of laughter she managed to toss her arms around in an attempted way to hit him repeatedly. "You are foul, disgusting, and utterly…!" her words were cut short from Malfoy's sudden grasped of her arms and his lips crushing into hers. His hold on was extremely tight and he could feel the fight in her subside as she let herself fall into his kiss. Malfoy could feel the girl in his arms going limped, he let go of her wrists and grabbed her waist in order to help support her weight that now leaned into him. This had let Hermione grab his shoulders in full intent of pushing him off, but as his tongue teased across her bottom lip she gave in. She wrapped her arms around the boy's neck and deepened the snog.
Malfoy slipped his hands further down the length of her body grasping her bum and pulling her slightly on to him. He then went back to her waist in order to guide her to a rather large desk in the front of the room. With her back to the desk, Hermione slid one arm across the table in order to clear it of its objects. Once Malfoy heard the clatter of the objects fall he picked Hermione up and set her bum on the desk. All without breaking the kiss, Malfoy pulled his hands higher to cup her face and slowly tangling his fingers through her hair.
Hermione broke the kiss in order to speak, "Malfoy…" was all she managed to get out before his mouth dug into her neck, sucking, and biting at the skin. She winced in pain but let her head fall back as it was pleasurable at the same time. He let his lips trace down her neck and into her collar bone just as he'd done to Pansy a few short hours ago. Malfoy thought back to his moments with Pansy and quickly noted that they had not been as hot and reeling as his with Granger. He could feel himself begin to harden in his pants. Granger had certainly been faster at this than Pansy seeing as how in the common room he was as soft and limp as ever.
He quickly tore at Hermione's blouse, the first couple buttons flung off, revealing the top of her perky, round, and pumped breasts. Malfoy became excited at the sight and buried his face into them, kissing them, and feeling the softness of her flesh they had to offer him. As he continued to kiss her cleavage he began to finish unbuttoning the blouse. Once it was completely off he made his way to her skirt slowly pulling it down as he watched her face relax. He lightly pushed her back so that she rest on the out stretch of her arms on the desk, he traced the top of her knickers line with his finger. Since she did not protest to his actions he took it as an okay to pull them down, and so he did. This made her look up at him, close her legs together, and then their eyes met. Malfoy's were soft and his face was relaxed, he knew exactly what he was doing and wanted her to see that. He saw the fear in her eyes of what was about to happen, he noticed the doubt and question in her look of whether they should be doing this. He answered them with small peck to the lips and slowly kissed her shoulder down to her arm and down to her stomach. He spread her legs apart and kissed along her inner thigh which sent shivers down her spine, and then finally reaching the very spot she anticipated most.
He set to work of licking, sucking, and lightly tugging at her pussy with his teeth. She lied there on the desk and quietly moaned. Malfoy, being not quite satisfied with it, deepened his tongue further inside her while rubbing her most sensitive spot with his finger. This caused quite an outburst of moaning from her as it grew louder with each move. Hermione's back arched as she moaned and her breathing intensified.
"Mal…" She began to moan his name but couldn't finish as she let out a squeal of pleasure. Malfoy slid one finger into her tight, arching pussy and began to sliding it in and out, each time he slid his finger out Hermione would let out a gasp of air. He could feel her trembling out of both fear and excitement. Her arousal was becoming more intense by the moment and Malfoy knew it wouldn't take much more to put her over the edge. He then slid a second finger inside her as he watched her mouth make a perfectly shaped O to which he smiled at against her flesh. He watched as he sent her into a spinning, wild, and into her very first organism. He closed his eyes as her juices streamed into his mouth.
Malfoy stood up straight wiping the corners of his mouth and grabbed Hermione's hand to pull her off the desk and into his arms. Hermione's eyes were glistening and she looked almost sad. She caressed his cheek and then quickly went back to the area of the desk to retrieve her clothing. "Where are you going?" he said in confusion.
She looked up at him as she was dressing herself, "I have to go, I'm sorry." Once she was fully clothed and everything was put into place, she walked over to Malfoy and placed a small kiss on his lips, "I'm sorry." And with that, she vanished out of the room, leaving Malfoy standing there alone, stunned, and still aroused.
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