Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter and the magical world that goes with it.
Chapter 2
Two weeks had gone by faster than they could ever imagine. Charlie would be leaving for Hogwarts the next day, and Hermione knew that it was going to be a long road ahead. Most of their nights had been spent clinging desperately to each other; long, slow love making until they could barely move.
She had spent most of the day helping Molly in the kitchen before joining the boys in the yard to wrangle the gnomes. She couldn't help but giggle as Charlie chased them around and tickled them before throwing them over the hedge. He looked perfect to her in this state; completely content and carefree as he ran after them. As his laugh echoed throughout the yard; she knew she would never get enough of him.
That evening, the entire Weasley clan (minus Fred) was at The Burrow for Charlie's farewell party. Many old friends and colleagues had also attended, as everyone wanted to congratulate him on his new career path. Charlie had enjoyed his early adult life as a dragon tamer and living a life abroad, but he knew that life was over due to his injury. His leg was no longer in any pain, but it would still lock up and stiffen from time to time. The healers had done everything they could, but the trolls club had completely smashed so many of the bones, ligaments, and tendons that there was no hope for a complete recovery. Having to leave his life in Romania behind was rather bittersweet; after so many years away from his family it would be nice to be close enough to visit whenever he felt like it.
The party eventually started to wind down, and he discreetly slipped Hermione a note. Many of the immediate family members were still around, so she had tucked it into her jeans pocket until she was alone. He sent her a wink as he headed outside with a few of his old friends from the reserve.
After helping clear away all of the mess, she claimed she was exhausted and bid everyone a good night. When she was finally alone in her and Ginny's room she fished the note out of her pocket and read it; a blush immediately spread over her cheeks.
It's our last night together for almost an entire year and I fully intend to use every last second making you scream. In the bottom drawer of your nightstand I left a box of everything I want you to wear tonight. Meet me in my room at midnight.
PS: And not a smidge of clothing more, or I may have to punish you. ;)
It was a real mystery as to how he could get her so heated with just a note. She checked the time to see it was just after eleven; that gave her just enough time to bathe and change before sneaking to his room.
After showering and charming her hair dry, she finally decided to sneak a peek at what was waiting for her in the bottom drawer of her nightstand. As she opened the box, her cheeks turned a shade of red that coordinated with some of the items inside. A matching lace bra and cheeky knicker set was laid on top of what looked to be the shortest Hogwarts skirt she had ever seen. Underneath that seemed to be a Hogwarts uniform top, altered to be extremely revealing she presumed.
Hermione dropped her towel and slipped everything on before realizing her suspicion had been correct on the uniform. The tops neckline dipped low enough to see more than half the red lace bra, while it also revealed most of her stomach and back as well. The skirt clung to her hips while revealing most of her matching underwear and cheeks in the back. There was no way she could make it down a floor and the hall to his room with only this on. What if she ran into someone on the way wearing only this? She figured he was trying to set her up for punishment; but dug her Hogwarts cloak out of her trunk anyway. She wrapped it around herself to cover everything before setting out for what was sure to be a pleasurable night.
Luckily all the lights were already out and she ran into no one on the way. Once outside his room, she quickly dropped the cloak before slipping inside and locking the door. The room had been dimly lit with candles and she could tell that the appropriate spells had already been cast.
"Why Miss Granger...Have I caught you sneaking out after curfew?" She heard him ask from behind her.
She turned to face him and her breath caught in her throat; he was wearing khaki pants and a navy robe that was opened to reveal his toned bare chest. After nearly two months of spending every night together she still got butterflies from seeing him. If this was their last night together until things were legal she was going to play this little game he had set up. She was going to be every bit the naughty schoolgirl he wanted her to be.
"Looks like you caught me Professor Weasley." She said in her most innocent voice before biting her bottom lip.
He looked her up and down, memorizing every curve of her body. He had always wondered how she would look as a slutty schoolgirl, and knew he had made the right choice in asking her to wear this outfit tonight. He had been rock hard from the second she had entered the room. The way he had altered her old uniform had left very little to the imagination.
He stepped toward her before wrapping a finger through one of her curls. "I think a punishment is in order Miss Granger, you know the rules."
She grinned, knowing he wanted her to play along. "Oh Professor please don't punish me!" She pushed her chest out in an enticing way before running her hands slowly up his abs. "Is there anything I can do to get out of it?"
"Hmmm?" He pretended to be thinking, as he cradled the exposed part of her back with both hands. "There might be something you could do…" He slowly and firmly rubbed down her back, over her skirt, and squeezed her arse cheeks; pulling her hips against his.
"Please Professor Weasley, I'll do anything." She whined as she slipped his robes off his shoulders, leaving him in only his pants.
"Well I might consider letting you off the hook just this once, but you'll have to do something pretty spectacular in exchange." He smacked her on the left cheek.
She gasped in surprise and immediately felt her knickers dampen. "I'm sure I'll come up with something." She said before slowly and seductively kissing down his chest.
Her hands quickly undid his belt and zipper before pulling him out of his boxers. He moaned as she pumped it up and down while getting settled on her knees in front of him.
She locked her eyes onto his from the floor, licking the length of it up and down before engulfing it into her mouth. "Fuck." He cursed as he felt himself hit the back of her throat. She had done this several times before, but he swore it felt better every time. He gripped the curls at the back of her head to keep her throat in place around his cock while his other hand reached down her shirt. He pinched her nipple before rolling it around between his thumb and finger. "Don't stop until I tell you to." He gasped before thrusting gently in and out of her mouth.
He pinched her nipple harder this time, causing her to moan and whimper around him. The vibrations coming from her throat made it feel even better and he knew he was close. "If you swallow all of it your punishment will be less severe…would you like that?" He breathed huskily.
With him still down her throat, she nodded and started to fondle his balls. He cursed and tilted his head back in pleasure. After a few more thrusts he exploded down her throat, her hair still gripped in his fingers. He felt her swallow and pull off before licking her lips.
He took a minute to calm his breathing before helping her to her feet. "I seem to remember telling you not to stop until I gave you permission Miss Granger." He said with a devilish grin as his hands started to palm her breasts through her clothes.
"But you…" She started to say before being cut off with a fierce kiss. He nipped her lips roughly while guiding her backwards toward the bed.
"I never said stop." He pushed her bra down, exposing her breasts before playing roughly with both nipples. "So I think a little punishment is in order." He nibbled on the pulse point on her neck, causing her to shudder under his touch.
"What are you going to do to me?" She moaned excitedly, while rubbing his already re-stiffening member.
He continued to suck on her neck while slipping her panties down her legs; lifting her up so she could step out of them. Dragging his tongue from her throat up to her ear, he turned her around to face the bed.
"Bend over slowly, and brace your arms against the mattress." He commanded.
She did as she was told, her arse sticking up in the air. Even though she knew it was coming, she still ended up yelping when his hand came down sharply on it.
"Spread your legs."
She did as he commanded, welcoming the sting.
"What a naughty little schoolgirl you are." He slipped his middle finger into her folds and spread her dampness around. "You get so wet just from having a cock in your mouth don't you?" He smacked her again, a little harder this time.
She kept herself braced with her arms waiting for another hit; several seconds passing with no contact. She was about to ask what he was doing when she felt his tongue flick against her clit. She moaned in response as his hands gripped her hips to keep her in place. "I want the way you taste embedded into my memory, I don't ever want to forget it." He said before sucking her clit into his mouth.
He continued to lick and nibble before slipping two fingers inside her. He began to pump his fingers in and out of her, putting more pressure each time. Her knees started to shake as he worked her up, letting him know she was getting close. He abruptly stopped licking, and stilled his fingers inside her.
Disappointed by the loss of contact, she tried to rock back onto his fingers to keep the friction going. This resulted in another slap on her right cheek.
"Would you like to come Hermione?" He breathed huskily from behind her.
"Mhhm." She whined and wiggled her hips, trying to get him to move his hand.
He pulled his fingers out in response and stood up. "Roll over onto your back and lay in the middle of the bed then."
She did as he requested; hoping he would go back to what he was doing before. She was getting very heated and her much too small Hogwarts top was starting to stick to her skin.
"Now spread your legs." He commanded as he brought his wand out.
She immediately felt her top vanish from her body, leaving her breasts hanging out the top of the red lace bra. She pinched and played with her own nipples, trying to entice him into touching her again.
He braced his arms against the footboard and leaned in, watching her intently. "I want you to touch yourself…I want to watch as you make yourself come."
He was making her way too hot; she didn't know how much longer she could stand it. "Will you touch me if I do?"
"As soon as you're done I'm going to fuck you as hard as I physically can into the mattress." He promised.
She gasped and slipped her right hand down to play with her bundle of nerves. Her other hand continued to play with her nipples as he stared intently at her; stroking himself at the sight. She closed her eyes and pretended it was him touching her, that he was the one rubbing her sensitive nub. Moments later she screamed as she brought on her own orgasm, and her body shook as her chest heaved up and down.
She hadn't even come down off her high yet when she felt the bed sink and the rest of her clothing disappear. "You're so beautiful." She heard him whisper before something soft was pushed underneath her hips. She opened her eyes to discover it was a pillow and tilted her head as she looked at him.
"The elevation of your hips will allow me to go deeper." He grinned at her confusion as he hovered over her.
"I thought you were supposed to be fucking me into the mattress by now Professor?" She asked seductively.
Already aligned at her entrance, he slammed into her without warning. She screamed at the forceful sensation.
Both of them began moaning loudly as he continued to move in and out of her without mercy. He gripped her hips tightly to pull her into his every thrust, making her roll her head back in pleasure. She reached down to stroke her clit again, itching desperately for another release. Her middle finger rubbed in circles until she felt her hand get slapped away.
"No." He said firmly as he grabbed her wrist and placed it above her head, "You don't get to come again until I do."
He quickened his pace and took one of her nipples into his mouth, making her moan loudly again. "Charlie please." She begged.
Without a word, he pulled out of her and turned her over onto her knees. He forced her chest against the mattress and slammed back into her from behind. He gripped her hair in one hand, using it to pull her back against his every thrust. "You're so tight and perfect." He moaned as he continued to pound into her.
As he knew he was getting close again, he reached his free arm around her body to rub her clit again. She moaned his name and pushed her hips back against his even tighter. He increased the pressure he was putting on her, forcing another orgasm from her immediately. She screamed and spasmed around him, causing him to release inside her for a second time that evening.
They both fell against the bed; out of breath and gasping for air. After several minutes, he pulled her against him and nuzzled his face into her neck. She smiled in return before kissing his lips.
As he kissed back, just as gently as she'd kissed him, he pulled a sheet over the both of them. Dragging his fingertips up and down her sides as they laid in silence; content just to be with each other while trying not to think about the few hours they had left together.
Slowly, he gripped her chin in his fingers and tilted her face to look at him. He stared into her eyes for a moment while smiling before he whispered words she was too scared to say herself.
"I love you."
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A few hours later, she awoke to his firm hands lifting her up onto him, and they made love until the sun started peeking through the drapes.
They finally separated, realizing it was time to get ready for the day.
"I have a proposition for you." He spoke up after a short silence
"Oh, About what?" She asked as she rummaged through one of his drawers for a shirt to borrow.
He handed her the one he had worn the day before; it smelled like him. "I think you should meet me in the Three Broomsticks during Hogsmeade weekends this year."
She put the shirt on, knowing he would not be getting it back until next summer. "You mean sneaking around and breaking rules just so we can have sex?"
He chuckled at her very Hermione answer as he pulled his pants on. "Where's your sense of adventure?"
"I think I got all of the adventure out of me the past seven years thank you. Or did you forget that I was one of the key players in the war?"
"I did not forget." He wrapped his arms around her and pecked her on the lips, "I love you Hermione, I meant it when I said it last night. If you really want to go over ten months without me I will oblige, you know I would never force you to do anything you don't want to."
"I know you wouldn't." She rested her chin on his chest, "And I do want to be with you...I just don't want to risk getting caught. The consequences could destroy us, and I would rather guarantee that we'll be together again than risk expulsion and Azkaban."
He stroked her cheek with one hand. "You are being practical as always, but there are only five Hogsmeade weekends for the year, I'll rent a room for the first one and let you know the number. If we feel like it's too big of a risk we won't do it again. I just think this is a safe alternative that will also keep us satisfied throughout the year."
She took a deep breath and left a long sweet kiss on his lips before replying. "I'll think about it."
"That's all I ask." He whispered, clutching her to him.
"Charlie?" She breathed, knowing they were running out of time.
"Yes?"
She looked up into his eyes. "I love you too."
He grinned and kissed her with every bit of passion he possessed.
Two hours later he was gone, taking a piece of her heart with him.
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Draco had spent the past two weeks going to Diagon Alley every day in hopes he would see her. There was only one week until the train left, so there wasn't very much time remaining for her to get her supplies. Knowing Hermione, she would want her textbooks well in advance so she could read through them before classes started. Somehow he felt that today was the day she would be there, and he headed to Flourish and Blotts to await her arrival.
Seeing her in Diagon Alley was the first step to his plan. She would be surrounded by the dimwitted duo and possibly even the She-Weasel, and that is when he would strike. He would come up to them, put on his most sincere and humble face, and apologize to all of them for his past behavior. She would think that he was genuine for apologizing to all of them at once. If he could convince her to think that he was a changed man she might even warm up to him a little. Oh sure he still hated Potter and Weasley, but he was willing to be nice to them if it would help win her over.
The next step of the plan would happen on the train, when the prefects would be in their own compartment. He would greet Weasley first and shake his hand like they were old friends before asking Hermione for a quick word. He would tell her he was the most sorry for how he treated her. Sorry for all of the horrible names he had called her; that she had received the worst of his antics due to where she came from. This is where he would make her see he considered her an equal, and he believed she deserved every bit of her magic. Judging her reaction to his apology would let him know if it was time to go to the next step; telling her how beautiful he found her. He would explain that he mainly picked on her because he thought her attractive when his heritage told him he wasn't supposed to.
Draco had not seen her since his father's trial six weeks ago; that was a long time to be away from the woman you love. As he entered the bookstore, he hoped his instincts were right; that today was the day she would be there. He went to the tea shop and ordered an Earl Grey tea with a cinnamon stick; Hermione's favorite. It wasn't his own favorite, as he preferred coffee, but it reminded him of her. He hoped she would notice and think they had something in common. She was the kind of person who noticed little details, and he would use this to his advantage.
Sitting in the arm chair closest to the entrance so that he could see her if she came in, he opened the book he had been reading. It was a muggle book he had seen her with on at least three different occasions at Hogwarts; To Kill a Mockingbird. He found it intriguing that muggles treated other muggles with darker skin so poorly for something they couldn't control. He had realized after only four chapters in how that idea translated into the wizarding world on blood status. What a silly notion he now thought that was.
He had read another two chapters before he felt a strange presence; he knew she was nearby. Draco turned in his chair and looked out the window to see the four people he was waiting on headed straight for Flourish and Blotts.
They crossed the street and stepped inside the shop; Hermione immediately grabbing the newest book that was on display excitedly. Draco watched her in adoration as she flipped through it, stuck it in her basket and moved on to the next one.
He couldn't wait to take her to his Manor so she could go through their library. They had several books from the fourteenth century that were the only known copies in existence. She would go crazy over the books in his library, and he would fuck her up against the shelves until they couldn't breathe. Once she saw his library, she would never want to leave him; not that he would let her. All he had to do was stick to his plan and make her fall in love with him.
Draco quickly pulled himself out of his thoughts; deciding that it was time to execute the first step in his plan. Stepping toward the trio plus the she-weasel, his tea and book in hand, he put on his most sincere and humble face.
"Potter." He said calmly from behind them.
All four faces turned to look at him; hints of confusion and disgust on their faces. It killed him to see her look at him like that, but he kept his emotions masked.
Harry took two steps toward him, still looking confused as to why he was talking to them. "Malfoy." He responded.
"Look Potter...all of you actually." Draco said faking nervousness. "I've never been a very nice person, and I never admit when I'm wrong." He paused and looked at Hermione, her beautiful curls cascading around her face. She looked intrigued and had dropped the disgusted look from her face. "But this time I was wrong. I was wrong to follow my father, and I was wrong to believe that I was better than everyone else." He noticed how Harry and Hermione looked shocked at his words, while both Weasley's looked skeptical and almost angry. "I am sorry for how I have treated you over the years, and I am sorry for being on the wrong side in the war. I would take it back if I could."
Harry took a deep breath before looking to Hermione. She nodded at him as if they had come to a silent agreement about what to do.
"You aren't the only one who did nasty childish things Malfoy." Harry responded before extending his hand toward him. "Truce, for our final year?"
Draco shook his hand with a curt nod. "I would greatly appreciate that." He saw Hermione smack the Weasel on the left bicep and nod her head in his own direction.
Ron finally stepped forward himself, extending his arm out to him. "School unity and whatnot."
Draco shook his hand as well before turning to Hermione. She was looking curiously at his tea and the book tucked under his arm making him suppress the smirk that was itching to come out.
"And I am especially sorry for all of the horrible things I have called you over the years." He looked into her warm eyes and extended his arm this time. He wanted nothing more than to get lost in their depths, and stay in her presence for as long as possible.
She took a deep breath and bit her lip, obviously uncomfortable under his gaze. The thought was killing him; he knew he had a lot of work to do if he was going to win her over. She finally shook his hand, sending a jolt through his arm to his heart. "You know when I got McGonagall's letter a few weeks ago I was worried that living with you in the head dorms was going to be a struggle. I hope that this means you don't hate me anymore, and that we can work together effectively this year."
"I never hated you Granger." He said, forcing himself to let go of her hand; even though what he really wanted to do was keep a hold of it and apparate her straight into his bedroom at the manor. That would make him a kidnapper though, and then his chances with her would be ruined for good.
She looked even more confused than before. "But you always…"
"I always mimicked my father's bad habits without thinking for myself." He interrupted. "I wanted people to think that I was the ultimate pureblood, and you were always beating me in every class. I took out my frustrations on you and I am sorry."
She smiled at him, making the butterflies in his stomach go into overdrive. "Apology accepted."
"Thanks." He smiled back. "And yes, I am definitely up for maturing and being able to work together."
"Great!." Hermione said happily, thrilled that her soon to be dorm mate was not planning on making her life a living hell. "I was hoping that I wouldn't have to fight you on everything this year Malfoy."
He flinched a little at her last sentence, causing her to look at him curiously. "Do you think we could start calling each other by our first names Hermione?" He asked loving the way her name felt on his tongue. "We have known each other for seven years and are about to live together for the next ten months."
She seemed to be considering it for a moment before she answered. "I think that would go a long way in unifying the houses."
"That was my thought exactly." He said happily, "I'm glad I had this opportunity to talk to you before Hogwarts."
"I'll see you on the train then." She smiled one more time before turning and joining her friends.
Draco watched her walk away, eyes glued to her hips and slightly rounded arse; he couldn't wait to run his hands over them. When she turned the corner out of sight he grinned and apparated home, thinking step one had been a success.
If only he knew what she had been doing with one of the professors the night before.
