A/N: Ok it was probably always going to be more than a one-shot. Enjoy this and one more chapter to round this story out
Chapter The days and weeks that followed Draco's dream were a torment. He went from keeping his nose down and sticking to his NEWT practice, largely undisturbed, to constantly looking over his shoulder. This new, more panicked and jumpy version of himself was one the halls of Hogwarts hadn't before seen. Even in his 6th year he was able to maintain a veneer of calm determination the majority of the time, even while he was fighting for his own mortality, and that of his family.
The days and weeks that followed Draco's dream were a torment. He went from keeping his nose down and sticking to his NEWT practice, largely undisturbed, to constantly looking over his shoulder. This new, more panicked and jumpy version of himself was one the halls of Hogwarts hadn't before seen. Even in his 6th year he was able to maintain a veneer of calm determination the majority of the time, even while he was fighting for his own mortality, and that of his family.
No, this was a different sensation, because ever since that dreamed tryst in a corridor he suddenly noticed Hermione Granger appearing around him everywhere. She was like a ghost, and he could not for the life of him figure out whether she'd always been in his orbit in this way and he'd just been too preoccupied to notice, or if this was new.
It seemed too coincidental to be new he thought to himself, as he sat in the library that Saturday morning, noticing that Hermione had yet again appeared in the aisle nearest the table where he was studying. Merlin, she was gorgeous. This new revelation was most inconvenient for him. His studies had become all but impossible for a fortnight now, as any potions practice or rune translation seemed to be interrupted by thoughts of her sweet little mouth wrapped around his throbbing cock, looking up at him with her brown doe eyes.
Just as that dream-memory floated into his mind, she glanced over at him. To his horror, he realized that he'd been staring. He quickly looked away and buried his face back in his Arithmancy essay. He knew she'd be working on the same assignment, as they had that class together. As a matter of fact, they had every class together this year, and for the first time in his life, rather than being annoyed by this, he admired her ambition, wondering how it was that she wasn't sorted into Ravenclaw. Obviously a muggleborn couldn't be placed in Slytherin, but she rather exuded some of their prominent qualities as well.
She settled herself at a nearby table and began work on the essay. As she was right in his line of sight, he decided that it would be impossible to concentrate in this environment, and though it would make it more difficult, he would check out the large tomes he'd been using and retire to his Head Boy dormitory to finish.
Hermione rose from her seat and hurried back over to that same aisle and he took his chance to slip out while she wasn't watching, so as not to cause suspicion that his leaving had anything to do with her. He stopped at the check-out desk and had to restrain himself from shouting something awful at Madame Pince, as she took her time logging each book he was taking. He stole glances back at the aisle she'd disappeared into, satisfied that she was still out of sight, and when he was finally clear to leave, tore out of there without a backward glance.
Once in the corridor, he slowed down to a brisk strut and let out a deep sigh of relief.
"Malfoy!" a familiar female voice called down the corridor after him.
Of course it was her.
What could she possibly want with him? Other than to slam him against one of these cold stone walls and begin undoing his belt…
No, that wasn't what she wanted! He shook the image out of his head and turned around, attempting to plaster on his familiar look of haughty disdain and finding that his facial muscles that controlled that particular look seemed to be malfunctioning. Instead, he just looked vaguely nauseous as he turned to face her.
"How long?" she asked.
His whole body tensed. What was she asking him? He felt a familiar throb between his legs, mind completely in the gutter and unable to engage in whatever normal conversation she was likely attempting.
"How… what?" he managed.
"Long. How long do you intend to keep those Arithmancy books? I've just realized that you have the ones I need to finish my essay and the rest of the copies are checked out. I could do other work today, but I'd like to be able to schedule time for-"
He breathed out another sigh of relief, though he could still feel his arousal pulling at him, urging him to get somewhere private, and preferably with her.
"Oh," he stammered, looking down at the books in his arms, "I intend to finish tonight- er- that is-" he looked up at her, panicked, seeing a look of determined confusion on her face.
"The essay! I intend to finish the essay this evening, so if you'd like to come- er… that is to say… come round to my quarters and get them once I'm done… that would be fine."
"Alright, thank you. Would seven be an okay time for me to come?"
Draco, will you be a good boy and come for me?
"Yes!" he nearly shouted at her, keen to be far away from her and able to relieve his burden.
Her look of confusion deepened. "Malfoy, are you alright? Is there something wrong-"
"Right, see you at seven then, Granger," he interrupted, turning on his heel and speeding down the corridor, cursing its walls and their ready-made finger grips under his breath as he went.
He did not look back, but was sure he'd left her standing there with her mouth agape, unable to comprehend his behavior.
—
He arrived back at his private dormitory and put a number of protective charms on the door in addition to the standard alohamora. Throwing his bag of books haphazardly on the floor, he flung himself onto his bed and released the snake from his trousers. With a moan of relief, he grabbed his pulsing girth and started making fast, violent tugs. After a few moments, he slowed his pace and began replaying the scene in the hall just now, with some details changed.
"Malfoy, how long?"
"About ten inches, maybe more. To be honest I've never felt the need to measure as if I have something to prove."
"Well maybe I can help you there. You see, I know how deep my throat goes. Perhaps you could use me as a measurement device. You know, for research."
"Granger, I thought you'd never ask. Get over here."
In his mind's eye, she smirked and sauntered towards him, immediately dropping to her knees and unzipping his trousers with expert precision. She had him fully in her mouth in an instant, shoving him deep until her lips rested at the base of his erection.
He increased his speed.
She looked up at him with those doe eyes and sucked as she slowly slid him out of her mouth to report her findings.
"Ten inches exactly," she said, with a delighted and mischievous smirk.
"That's a pretty effective method you have there."
"Yes, but unfortunately it leaves something to be desired."
"And what's that?"
"Your hot cum running down my throat," she said as she inhaled his cock once more and buried him inside her, tongue caressing him in swirls of tantalizing pleasure as she moved him in and out of her perfect mouth.
Laying back on his four poster bed he shouted, "Fuck... oh fuck yes Granger... fuuuuck yes " as he came in hot long spurts all over his chiseled abs.
He lay there for a time, allowing his breathing to slow. Then he grabbed his wand and cast the cleaning spell a few times, before dropping his wand arm limp on the bed and muttering "fuuuuck," as he stared up at the green canopy above.
Head clear now, he could finish this essay and leave the books outside his door for Granger to pick up. The last thing he needed was the temptation of having her inside his room. Who knows what he might do if that were to be the case…
—
Draco had left the books outside his door around 6 o'clock when he'd left for dinner. He could have summoned one of the elves to bring food to him in his quarters, but he'd been cooped up most of the day and wanted to stretch his legs and perhaps get some air. He had taken to going for post-dinner walks about the lake, able to appreciate the castle grounds in a way he'd never allowed himself to in his previous years.
He spotted her immediately in the great hall, sitting among a number of Gryffindors, sans Potter and Weasley of course. Averting his eyes, as had become his custom, he stalked over to the Slytherin table and sat down alone, intent on having a quick meal and getting outside for some fresh air. It was to his great dismay, therefore, when he hadn't even taken a bite of his steak and kidney pie, that he felt a warm presence standing over his right shoulder.
Not wanting to look up and receive confirmation that she was now standing this close to him for some inexplicable reason, he feigned ignorance for a few more blissful moments, and took a bite of his pie.
"Pardon me, Malfoy, but is this seat taken?" she said, causing him to look up at her with wide eyes.
Only, she didn't wait for his say so, but merely sat down, having carried her own pie from her table.
"uuuuh," he said, with his mouth full of food.
"Ah, there's that famous Malfoy charm," she said. Her tone was not sarcastic or vindictive, but light... even, flirtatious? He must be imagining that.
"Is that what we're famous for? Funny, I thought people primarily associate my name with bigotry and evil these days, regardless of court rulings."
He hadn't meant to share anything this vulnerable. An uncomfortable sense of intimacy hung in the air between them. Hermione sensed it, and seemed to take a moment to consider how best to respond.
"Never mind me, Granger, I'm talking out of my arse. Not to be rude but, what the hell are you doing over here?"
Internally, he was so grateful that he had serviced himself earlier in the day, it was making being near her much less panic inducing. He made a mental note to make it a morning ritual. Maybe also a mid-day one? And of course night…
"I… wanted to talk to you, is that allowed?"
He felt a small swoop in his stomach but said, "I can't imagine why you'd want to, but sure, give it a go."
He was being self-deprecating again. Why was he showing her this level of honesty? The damn dream hadn't really happened! It wasn't like they were actually on intimate terms, and yet it felt as though they were, and he couldn't help but speak from that place.
"It's just, ever since we've been back at school, well mainly in these last few weeks you've seemed a bit… on edge. Like for example earlier when we met in the corridor."
She only had to say the word "corridor" to send his mind back, deep down into the dungeons of his mind, where their imagined sexual escapades were stored. He steeled himself against the invasion of his thoughts, determined not to have his mind clouded; he would not act like an unhinged fool.
"I don't know what you're talking about Gr-"
She held up her hand. "Before you go denying it, please don't. I am determined to get to the bottom of whatever is going on, and when I set my mind to something I do not put it down until I am completely satisfied. If you didn't know that about me already, Malfoy, then know it now."
Her level of conviction was so fucking sexy. How had he not seen this before? She had always occurred as abrasive and bossy, rather than self-assured and confident. Perhaps he just hadn't been seeing clearly.
"I don't see why it's any of your-"
Again, she held up a hand, "it's my business because I say it is. Don't forget, Malfoy, I knew in our sixth year that something was going on with you. Well, Harry did really and I spent lots of time trying to put him off it and let it go, but then…"
"Then I tried to kill the headmaster and almost killed multiple people in the process including your beloved Weasel and so you thought you'd take it upon yourself to make sure nothing like that is going to occur this time, is that it?"
His head was clear now, as a familiar and comfortable sense of anger filled his chest.
"Ron's not my beloved any- anymore. Not that it's your business, Malfoy, but for accuracy's sake…" she trailed off.
Draco felt his anger recede slightly at hearing this. She was also sharing vulnerably with him, but why?
"And as a matter of fact, yes! Okay? I can't keep seeing you stalking around this castle looking as though you're sure you'll be attacked at any moment, and just sit idly by and hope that nothing terrible happens. We've all just got through a war, so before you go taking this personally and making it about me thinking you're trying to resurrect Voldemort or something, I'm NOT," she said, pounding her fist on the table.
He didn't know how to reply to this, so he settled for staring back at her, mouth agape, noticing how her face had begun to flush. Remembering that flushed look from a certain dream…
"Has it ever occurred to you, Malfoy, that the whole world does not revolve around you? That perhaps your actions have an impact on others? Oh! And that maybe, just maybe, some of us are not so bigoted and evil as to assume, once a death eater, always a death eater?"
He was hearing what she was saying, yet he was also carrying on a side-conversation with himself in which he noted the speed with which the words tumbled out of her plump velvety lips. She kept going, raising her voice to a shout.
"Did it escape your attention that no one kicked your family out of this school after that battle of Hogwarts? Did you miss the fact that quite a large number of us came to your family's aid at your war trials? Are you truly going to sit there and play the victim card, doubling down on your right to keep everything to yourself and suffer silently until the end of time?! Is that your plan?!"
"Damn it, Granger, you are so sexy when you're angry," he said quietly.
As soon as the words had left his mouth, he realized that he had spoken it, not thought it. His eyes went wide along with a sharp intake of breath. Hermione looked taken aback, confused, and even more angry. Draco stood, disentangling his legs from the bench on which he'd been seated and muttering, "I have to go," before storming out of the hall and through the front doors of the school, yet again leaving a completely befuddled Hermione in his wake.
—
He summoned his broomstick as soon as he was through the doors, and it came flying obediently toward him from its storage locker in the quidditch changing rooms. He mounted it immediately and kicked off hard, intent to put as much space between himself and that disastrous scene in the great hall as humanly possible.
Finding his favorite clearing on the other side of the lake, he made a swift and delicate landing, placed his broom down, and began to pace, going over what had just happened. The cool night air filled his lungs and assuaged the sense of terrible anticipation and nerves that had been coursing through him.
He could play it off as a joke. It wouldn't have been the first time he had flung an insult disguised as a compliment her way. Perhaps she would be quicker to believe he was laughing at her rather than admitting to something. Then again, he had blundered the whole conversation by being vulnerable up to that point, so she would have every reason to believe he was being sincere in his comment.
The truth is, he had been. There was no denying it now, at least not to himself, he had grown utterly infatuated with the witch as of late. The thing was, he was absolutely positive that his dream could never even come close to being a reality. He needed to lose these feelings fast, or else it would eventually become common knowledge that he, an ex-death eater and tormenter of muggle borns was now forced to endure the penance of desperately wanting the very woman whose life he had made a living hell, yet he was unable to have her.
Was that his intended fate? It would be a worthy punishment for his crimes. Perhaps he ought to accept it.
There was nothing for it, he'd have to deny everything. He'd have to return back to his old self and push away any more attempts she made at questioning him. Eventually, she'd give it up as a bad job, she would have to.
Confident in this plan, he grabbed up his broom to shake off the remainder of his nerves before retiring back to his dormitory for the evening.
—
Draco had flown for almost an hour, and he felt a steely sense of resolve rise in him as he made his way back to his living quarters. The night air had done much to calm him, solidifying his conviction to deny what he'd said.
Operation Deny Granger was in full effect.
He entered the anterior sitting room to his dormitory and his eyes immediately flew to the base of his door where he'd left the books. They were gone.
Excellent. Surely Granger had been horrified by his little slip of the tongue earlier and was keen to stay away. The plan was working already. And speaking of tongues…
His mind shot easily back to their dream encounter. The way she had sucked on him like a tasty treat.
you taste soooo good
It was about time, he realized, for this night's "session." This was an important part of the plan, as it allowed him to stay clear-headed and keep up his angry front.
Eager to assuage the throbbing growth already forming in his trousers at the thought of her, he reached for his door handle when a female voice came from the corner of the room he hadn't glanced at.
"Good evening, Draco."
He spun around and saw that Hermione was sitting in an armchair in the corner, apparently perusing the books at her leisure, but truly waiting for him to arrive back there.
"Granger you can't be-"
"As it happens, I can absolutely be here, not only because you invited me here to pick up these books, but also because as Head Girl I have access to this sitting room, as you do to mine, so let's not waste time on misinformed 'illegalities' shall we? What else have you got?"
"Got?"
"Yes, Draco, I assume you're going to attempt to dissuade me from thinking that what you said earlier was true, and I have already deduced that your apparent newfound attraction to me is exactly what has caused you to act so erratically these last few weeks, though I confess I have no idea why this is occurring now. In any case, please let's get past the part where you continue to deny it, tell me what else you've got prepared for me."
She sat back in her chair and picked up a tea cup which had been sitting on a table right beside her. She wore a smirk worthy of a Malfoy, and it reminded him instantly of the one he'd seen in his dream-corridor…
You're welcome
He noted that there was another cup right beside it.
"Come on over, Draco, have some tea with me while we attempt to untangle the mess that must be your mind in this current moment."
"I don't want tea, and I don't know what you're talking about, Granger, you have clearly lost it this time. What in the bloody hell is bringing on this sudden infusion of self-confidence in you anyway?"
"Oh I don't know, Draco, a few hours ago the boy who previously made my entire life a living hell, including taking a fair amount of my self-esteem and holding it prisoner from me, has just made a confession that, I don't know, seems to have unlocked something. I suppose you could say I'm feeling uncommonly free at the moment, and quite sure that I am right, which is less uncommon."
Draco blinked, but said nothing.
"I didn't make a confession, that was a sarcastic and back-handed insult, and if you think it was anything other than that, you're pathetic."
"Ah, so we're going to attempt a back-pedal, are we?"
"I am not peddling anything!"
"Alright then, you can just go on your way, I wonder why you haven't already if you're so repulsed by me still," she said as she smiled into her tea cup. "Really Draco, this tea is going to get cold and I'm sure your poor house elf will not be please if you allow it to remain here."
"Why are you calling me that? We never call each other by first name." he asked, sternly, clinging to any detail that might help him maintain his resolve.
She shrugged, "I just fancied a change, I suppose. Now take your tea and go to your room if you don't want to be in my company anymore."
He strode over the the chair and sat down stiffly, "I have no trouble being in your company, Granger," he said, as he lifted the cup to his mouth and took a sip, without breaking eye contact. It was all a dare and he was not going to back down from whatever game she was playing.
She smiled broadly and put her tea cup down, leaning forward on her knees eagerly, cradling her face in her hands she said, "What changed, Draco? What has you suddenly besotted with me?"
"I had a dream a few weeks ago that we met in a deserted corridor and had the most mind-blowing sexual encounter I've ever conceived of in my life, and it seemed 100% real, even the circumstances under which it occurred felt believable, and so ever since then I can't even look at you without remembering the whole thing in lurid detail, causing me to become aroused at extremely inconvenient times, only to have to rush back here to wank myself off just so I can think straight again."
It all came out in a rush, and even as he was saying it he didn't know why he was saying it. Hermione had lost her smirk, eyes wide, intently listening. When she next spoke, it was almost a whisper.
"And what did we do, in the… encounter."
Again, he felt compelled to speak. "Well it began with you colliding into me and hurting yourself, which I then helped you with for some unknown reason, but then the physical contact lit a fire in both of us and actually, we were fighting which revs both our engines, I assume, and I noticed for the first time that you're fucking gorgeous and Id quite like to kiss you, and so I did, which then turned something on in you because you became even more ravenous than I had been, and before I knew it we were simply devouring each other. But the part that I will never forget is when you insisted on shoving my cock down your throat, which is apparently endless in its ability to receive, and performed the most masterful and tantalizing blow job anyone has ever heard of, including asking me to be a good boy and come in your mouth, which I did, and which you swallowed all of, before popping up off your knees -where you were having a wank as well, by the way- standing up and doing an impression of me saying 'you're welcome' which I had said to you earlier, and then you walked away like the saucy little minx you are." He finished and took a deep breath.
Hermione had gone completely rigid, yet heaving breaths were coursing through her.
"Granger, you put veritaserum in that tea."
"It's Hermione, Draco, and if it makes you feel better, I took some too, so we'd be on even ground."
Now his eyes widened, and he leaned in in much the same way she had done.
"Well then, tell me, Hermione… what did you think of our little dream escapade?"
"I thought… when can we try it in real life?"
