Hermione sleeps in and woke to none other then the white and grey tawny owl tapping on her bedroom window. Rushing forth she opens her window and fetches the package it appears to be carrying. It has no note attached so she figures it must be from her secret admirer.
Hermione gentle peels back the tape securing the folds on the package, pulls away the brown paper and reveals a small delicate box. She opens it carefully, and sitting on a cushion of silver tissue paper is a beautiful mask. It's an elegant black butterfly shaped mask made out of black lace and black and plum coloured feathers gathered at the corner of each eye. Plum ribbon was attached to fasten it, and in the light she could see the ribbon had reflects of black glitter in it. The eyes are shaped like cat eyes, and the mask itself is a half mask only covering down to her nose.
-It's beautiful! She thinks to herself. She checks the box again for a note but finds nothing, and gently places the mask back in the box and puts the box on her dressing table. Just as she is about to take a shower she hears another tapping sound on her window. She turns around and see's Draco's owl Fornax at her window. Quickly she opens it, retrieves the envelope and allows Fornax in to help himself to a treat.
Hermione opens the envelope unsure of what to expect.
Dear Hermione,
Please meet me for lunch in the garden at the manor so we can discuss last night.
Yours, Always
D.M.
Hermione scribbles back...
Dear Draco,
I'm sorry but I am unable to meet with you today. We'll talk soon, I promise.
Warmly,
H.G...
Hermione attaches the note to Fornax's leg and he swoops out of the window gracefully…
Hermione has avoided Draco for a week and a half now. She even went to the extreme of placing extra wards on her house so that he couldn't barge in. The truth is, she's avoided him for so long now that the situation has left her well out of her comfort zone and she honestly isn't sure of what step to take next. She feels sick about it and Draco has been sending her owl post daily but she hasn't been responding. Her secret admirer has since sent her another 2 packages, one was a pair of black stilettos the other contained a pair of diamond studded earrings, and a single diamond drop necklace.
The ball is in 3 days.
Unable to focus on anything but Draco and still clueless as to what to do, she considers no longer attending the ball.
Hermione forces herself to sleep the day away, because in her sleep she escapes the guilt for another day.
2 days before the ball.
Hermione stares at the parchment in front of her.
Dear Hermione,
Meet me in the middle of the dance floor at midnight. I'll be waiting.
-Yours, Always...
Hermione drops the parchment onto her bed and opens the large box beside it. Inside it is the deep plum mermaid style dress that she adored from the shop Draco had taken her too. She looks at the note. It is from her secret admirer. She looks at the dress, she assumes it had been from Draco but it came with no note. The parcel and note arrived while she was asleep so she didn't see the owls that delivered them. She was completely puzzled by this, but she decides that if Draco were to send something he would have indeed attached a note, so she settles that her secret admirer sent her the dress and for the next 24hrs she debates whether or not to attend; face Draco and meet this mystery man that has gone out of his way to ensure her attendance. Either way, the clock is ticking and she doesn't have much time left to decide...
It's Christmas Eve, the day of the Masquerade ball.
Hermione had started getting ready and bailed 12 times throughout the day. Getting ready had been such a long process for her and her indecisiveness doubled that time so all up her ball preparations took her the entire day. She'd sipped multiple glasses of champagne while getting ready and thanked merlin she had the ability to use magic on her hair and makeup because otherwise she was utterly hopeless. After a full day of over analysing; and a splitting headache, Hermione had finally left to meet Draco at the ball.
Draco is waiting nervously out the front of the venue dressed in typical black attire, a suit and matching pants. He's wearing a white long sleeve shirt, dark grey vest, black bow tie and black dress robes. His white blonde hair is slicked to the side and he was wearing a silver and green Slytherin ring and matching cuff links pinned to the sleeves of his shirt. His mask covers only one eye. It is black and silver with a swirled marble effect, and tied off with black ribbon. In his hand he's holding a small silver box. He is pacing back and forth, turning anxiously at the sound of each POP waiting for Hermione.
The past week and a half has been torturous for him. He doesn't know how Hermione feels about the kiss, or him and even though he remained cool and calm on the outside his insides are in knots. Since she has been refusing to speak with him he is grateful he had a backup plan already in motion to entice her. One thing he knew about Hermione is that she's as curious as anything and he doesn't doubt that she couldn't resist meeting her secret admirer.
It's 5 minutes before the ball officially starts and the apparition point has been quiet for some time now. Draco stares blankly into the night, as he considers the possibility that his backup plan might possibly fail. He shudders at the thought and his eyes fall to his feet momentarily when he suddenly hears a faint pop.
Hermione arrives, wearing the dark plum gown her secret admirer sent her. The dress clings to her figure in all the right places and a subtle flare at the knee flatters her shape. Her hips sway with each step she takes. She is nervous, but she confidently approaches Draco with a smile on her face. Her eyes fall to his feet as she looks him up and down; impressed by his choice of attire.
Draco steps forward to take her hand, completely blown away at her beauty.
"You look beautiful Hermione, thank you for coming."
Hermione shyly looks away for a moment before finding her courage and she makes eye contact with him once more. Her nerves are getting the better of her now.
Draco opens her gift. The silver box reveals a small white rose. He taps it with his wand and its stem coils into a small band making it into a corsage. He slips it delicately onto her wrist and as he does it tightens and moulds itself to expertly fit her. The white rose multiplies into several different sized roses around her wrist. Some remain white, some cream and the others plum to compliment her dress. The greenery sprouts little emerald diamonds embellished in white gold.
Hermione gasps. "Draco, its beautiful thank you, you shouldn't have."
Draco slips his hand from her wrist to her hand and brings it up to his mouth. He kisses her hand softly keeping his eyes locked onto hers. "It's no trouble. I'm just glad you came."
Hermione blushes. Lost for words as she stutters.
"I - I owe you an apology Draco. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you, I just didn't know what to say, think or feel. I still don't know. I know that we need to talk about it. But can we please avoid the topic, just for tonight."
"That's fair. I may not like it but I'm trying to be understanding. Very well, we'll avoid the topic for tonight. You have my word."
A gust of wind blows causing a loose curl to fall over her face. Instinctively Draco brings his hand to her face and brushes a curl behind her ear. She closes her eyes for a moment as shallow breathe escape her. He withdraws his hand and holds out his arm and he escorts her to the ballroom.
The night went without a hitch and Hermione found herself becoming intoxicated rather quickly. By the time it is 11.45pm she excuses herself to freshen up.
Hermione fumbles around in her purse looking for her perfume. She sprays her neck, pinches her cheeks and pops a drop of mouth refreshing potion on her tongue. Using her wand she fixes her hair and smooths out any crinkles in her dress. She steps away from the mirror looking herself up and down and feels rather confident with her appearance. Glancing at the time Hermione's heart skips a beat as she realises it's 11.58pm. She leaves the bathroom hastily and settles in the middle of the ballroom dance floor with 1 minute to spare.
Being her first time alone tonight she begins thinking about Draco and how much fun they've had. She had spent the whole night gazing into Draco's eyes feeling conflicted about her feelings for him, but she still wants to know who this mystery man is; who has spent a great deal of time showing his affections for her.
The disco ball hanging above her head transfigures into a clock, chimes and flashes midnight - 25 December. The longer she stands there the more uncomfortable she feels. She shuffles her feet, putting all her weight on one foot, then the other. The stray curl that keeps falling from behind her ear drops down in front of her again, and she wraps her pointed finger around it twirling it around her finger, she releases it when she hears a familiar voice.
"Hermione."
Hermione turns to face the direction of the voice.
"Draco, I'm so sorry. I – I'm-"
Draco puts his hand up to stop her talking and takes a confident step toward Hermione. His face is unreadable as he clears his throat, taking her arm he asks "Can we go somewhere and talk in private."
"Draco. You gave me your word we wou-"
"And you still have my word, although this is related and I'm afraid it cannot wait any longer."
Hermione considers him as a thought occurs to her. Putting 2 and 2 together she is suddenly overcome with nerves, paralysed by the thought that Draco may possibly care for her. She gulps, inhales and asks, "Wait... Are you-?"
"Yes. Can I explain?"
Hermione's mouth drops in shock unable to fully comprehend what is happening. –Draco Malfoy. Pureblood. Slytherin. Secret admirer. What? How did I not see it? Merlin.
"Hermione."
Hermione blinks several times before registering his voice. As the initial shock wears off she closes her eyes for a moment clearly deep in thought. Clearing her throat, she steadies her breath and speaks in a hushed tone.
"I agree that this needs to be discussed in private. I think you'll agree the ball is practically finished and won't object to us leaving?"
Draco gazes at Hermione curiously before giving her a slight nod in agreement.
Hermione takes Draco's hand and apparates them to her house. They land in her lounge room, in the same spot that they experienced their first kiss. Hermione expertly shuffles around him and slowly starts pacing her lounge room.
"So, can you please explain to me why you went to all this trouble to remain anonymous?"
"First of all it was no trouble. Secondly, I've had a rather difficult time realising what these feelings actually are. Thirdly, I didn't know how to act on them."
"Feelings?"
"Don't be daft Granger."
"Well sorry Draco, but you see we've been friends all this time and then a month ago you decided to become my secret admirer, and now you're saying you have feelings for me? It's kind of a lot to take in."
"You could start by telling me how or what you are feeling so we can maybe figure this out?"
"We figure this out? I don't exactly know what you want from me Draco? What intentions did you have when you decided this? You need to shed some light on the matter because I need more of an explanation."
"Of course you do. You're Hermione Granger… I didn't decide this. I didn't choose to fall for you, it just happened"
"Draco... I'm far from perfect you know."
Draco steps forward and grazes his hand on her cheek, tucking a stray curl behind her ear.
"To me, you are perfect."
A wave of emotion washes over Hermione. Her heart is pounding and her breathing hitches; staring into his beautiful grey eyes she feels her cheeks burning as she blushes wildly.
Draco touches her cheeks with the back of his hands.
"What do you want from me Draco?'
"Well isn't it obvious? I want you, of course."
"I know that I haven't been very forthcoming about it but I know that I want you too..." Hermione takes a step closer to Draco, searching his eyes trying to read his blank expression. "So what now?"
Draco pulls Hermione into him and he pecks her lips once more. He breaks their kiss and brushes his face against her face as he leans into her. He whispers in her ear, "I want you. Can I have… you?"
Intrigued, the corners of her lips curl into a smile, as warmth spreads across Hermione's face.
It's all he needs. Filled with want and yearning and unable to control himself any longer, he slams her into the wall, hiking up her the skirt of her gown and she fumbles to bunch it around her waist. He slips his hands around her bum and lifts her. She wraps her legs around his waist as he continues to ravish her neck in kisses. Holding her tight he apparates them to her bedroom.
"Do you have any idea how long I've fantasised about this moment for?"
He waves his hand and magic's her dress off. It slips of her body and lays lifeless on the floor. Stepping out of it she grabs his hands, leading him over to her bed but he pulls her into him not wanting to give her control. He slides his hands to her back and releases the clip of her bra.
Immediately her naked body captivates him and upon seeing her shapely figure he feels himself harden in his pants.
One hand is holding the small of her back but he's desperate to bury himself into her. He spells her hair into a ponytail and grips it with his other hand yanking it back to expose more of the skin on her neck. He lays kisses in between sweet compliments, "Your skin is so smooth, so supple. I want to worship every inch of you."
Hermione's back arches, throwing her breasts into his chest and her hips roll into him automatically. He leans into her, inhaling her sweet scent as he nibbles her ear lobe.
He blows his hot breath into her ear and it sends shivers down her spine. Moving from her ear lobe to her neck he bites and sucks her senseless, bruising her alabaster skin, fighting to claim her flesh piece by piece.
She's absorbing his energy as it courses through her veins like volts of electricity. Her fingers shake with anticipation as she feels his energy threatening to leave her body. Hermione plants her hands firm on his waist giving the little meat he has there a delicate squeeze and takes his lips. Slowly but surely, Hermione's passion revels in the moment.
Her voice shakes with anticipation, "I didn't know that I was starving till I tasted you."
Flushed and desperate to feel more of him Hermione hovers her hands over his belt buckle and he moves to allow her full access. Biting her bottom lip she grazes her fingertips across his abdomen before roughly undoing his belt,
unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them with the ease.
She travels south; resting on her knees and yanks his pants down with determination. Her purpose; please him. She grips the shaft of Draco's penis. Swipes her thumb over the eye of his cock and smothers his pre cum around the tip. Diligently, Hermione tastes his salty seed licking him good and proper. She runs her tongue around the head of his cock before plunging it deep into her mouth, gagging as she attempts to accommodate his length. She bobs her head back and forth, threatening to suck the life out of him. She feels empowered having created such a pleasurable response from him.
Draco gets touchy feely as he begins to mimic her pace, touching her all over.
"Fuck Granger, don't stop."
Gliding her tongue along the length of him her hand is working his shaft as she pulls her mouth back to the tip before taking him in again. She works him over and over desperate to please him. She can feel him tense ever so slightly and she knows he isn't far.
Pulling him out of her mouth abruptly she looks up at him seductively, "Fuck me." She commands.
He is more than happy to oblige. He steps out of his pants; they were still around his ankles on the floor. He picks her up forcing her to wrap her legs around him as he walks over to the wall. Using the wall to his advantage he pins her there and slides his hand down her front.
"You want me to fuck you?"
"Yes. So much."
Using his fingers he gives her a quick swipe and he is pleasantly surprised; her pussy is soaking wet, dripping with delight. He plunges 2 fingers into her, feeling the walls of her vagina contract around him.
"Oh Draco don't stop."
He begins to tease her using his thumb to circle her pulsing clit as he curls his fingers working her from the inside. He curls his fingers creating a come hither motion as he focuses on her g spot.
"Tell me how you want it Granger? Do you like when I do this?" he thumbs her throbbing clit, pressing it rhythmically; her love button so tender and so hard. It swells as the pressure builds in her and can feel her body quiver. Hermione is panting as she lets out a moan.
"Yes Draco, just like that. Please don't stop."
He keeps his movements constant and precise and her breathing becomes louder as she gets closer to coming undone.
She explodes, an earth-shattering moan escapes her as she throws her head back into the wall but she doesn't care. She wants him to hear her pleasure; wants him to know how good he makes her feel.
"Oh my, merlin, oh Draco, fuck!"
Her head is still up against the wall as she struggles to catch her breath. Desire burning through him, Draco hovers his cock at her entrance. Teasingly he holds his tip at her opening as he finally slips the head in. Hermione gasps as her lips form an 'O.'
"You feel so good," mutters Hermione through gasps as Draco thrusts into her. She prepares herself for the next round of pleasure; living for the moment as her need matches his want.
Hermione widens her legs inviting more of him in. He plunges in deep, filling her to the hilt and thrusts more vigorously, desperate to get himself off.
All that can be heard is their panting, the smack of their lips kissing wildly and the slapping of their skin as he pounds into her. His cock is slick with Hermione's juices and he can feel her body shaking with pleasure as he feels himself building to climax.
"Fuck you're so tight. You feel so fucking good."
Draco starts rolling his hips into hers, grinding her clit as he trusts and Hermione; already sensitive from her last orgasm, is building again. Her abdomen tenses as she fights her release, not wanting it to end just yet. Draco senses this and grinds her harder and faster, squeezing the skin on her hips, tugging at her flesh, pounding her delectable body. He feels a sudden jolt as her muscles contract and he slams back into her once more. She cries in pleasure, his name on her lips.
"Oh Draco!"
3 more thrusts and he finds his release, filling her up with his come.
"Fuck, Hermione fuck! So good!"
Draco's body rests against hers as they both struggle to catch their breath. He slowly lowers her so that her feet touch the ground and she wobbles as she tries to balance herself. He holds her against his body for support, skin on skin; escorting her to the bed. Absolutely spent, they collapse onto her bed and drift off wrapped in each other. Her legs locked around his, his arms wrapped around her and her head nestled into his shoulder.
They stay like this, falling into a deep sleep satisfied with their evening activities.
Hermione wakes, sunlight peaking through her curtains. The light is dancing over a certain blonde and memories of the previous night flood her mind. She slips out of bed and approaches the bathroom. Unable to find her robe she borrows Draco's white long sleeve dinner shirt and freshens up in the bathroom. Hermione can hear Draco stirring. She peels around the doorway; Draco is staring at her, a subtle smirk on his face.
"Good morning Granger."
Hermione smiles as she makes her way over to the bed, climbing over it and sitting on top of him.
"Merry Christmas, Malfoy"
"A very merry Christmas indeed."
He smirks at her, pulling on his shirt to guide her down to him. He kisses her passionately, savouring her taste.
She breaks the kiss.
"Who would have thought? I followed my heart and it led me too-"
"A miracle."
Hermione burst into laughter.
"Yea, it's a miracle we even slept last night."
"We don't have to sleep tonight if you want."
"Who said you are even welcome here tonight, arse?"
"I believe you don't have a say in the matter. Since when does the brightest witch of our age have a short memory?" Draco quirked his mouth, "Yours, Always."
To which Hermione replied "mine," as she swoops back down to kiss his lips.
*~*The End*~*
