Okay, so maybe it's a little OOC, but I really wanted to build on the Harry/Hermione sibling like relationship. Thanks to all who are reading and reviewing!
Hermione Granger awoke to sun pouring through the open curtains. She stretched and a pair of arms wrapped around her bare waist.
She rolled over and looked into the cool blue eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"Good morning, Hermione," he said with a smirk.
"Morning," she returned and kissed him softly, savoring his taste. He tasted so good, she didn't think she'd ever be able to resist kissing him.
"Mmm...what was that for?" He chuckled.
"Does it matter?" She replied teasingly.
He chuckled and kissed her.
"No, definitely not," he replied in the same teasing tone.
He stretched and sat up, the covers falling off of both of them. He got up and grabbed Hermione's shirt, fighting back a grin as he tossed it to her.
She pulled it on, winking at Draco as she did so. He chuckled again, shaking his head at her, then grabbed a black sweatshirt and pulled it over his head.
Hermione went to her room and grabbed a large grey sweatshirt and pulled it over her head, then grabbed a pink hair tie from her dresser and put her naturally wavy hair in a ponytail. She walked out into the common room to find Draco standing there waiting for her, his hands in his pockets. He kissed her a couple of times, then laced his fingers with hers and led her out if the room.
They walked close together, keeping their hands behind their backs, though they encountered no one. Just before entering the Great Hall, Hermione stopped and turned to Draco.
"Draco...what do we do?"
"What do you mean, Hermione?"
She sighed.
"You don't...I mean...we can't..."
"Be seen together? Like this?"
"Well...yeah. I think we should wait to go out in public like this until the ball."
"That is tonight..."
"I know..." she took a deep breath. "I...I really like you, Draco. I can't deny it anymore. But I don't want to have to face the...scrutiny...until tonight. Is that okay?"
"Of course it is," he replied. Besides, it wasn't like they were together...were they? No, they weren't, he supposed. He did wish...but no. His father would never accept such a thing. But his father wasn't here, he would never have to know. Now that he had spent real time with Hermione, she was irresistable. All he could think about were the soft curves of her body under his fingertips, or how soft and utterly delicious her lips were...oh, bugger. Now that he had thought about her lips, he wanted to kiss her!
"Shit! Why do you have to tempt yourself like that, you idiot?" He shouted at himself mentally.
He froze for a moment before giving into temptation, checking around them before giving her a quick kiss.
"I'll see you back in the common room," he said to her over his shoulder.
She nodded and walked over to the Gryffindor table, sitting down and pouring herself a cup of orange juice.
Draco sighed as he walked away from Hermione. He knew that they could never be together...after all, he was a pureblood and she was a mud...er...muggleborn. His father would never allow it. But they still had a week before graduation...he thought back to last night and what had happened between them. He shivered at the memory, not-so-secretly hoping that it would happen again. His imagination was running wild...he tried not to think about what could happen after the ball tonight.
With another sigh he sat down heavily on the bench at the Slytherin table and glared at the people around him, clearly sending the message that no one was to speak to him. He poured himself a cup if strong coffee and tried not to completely lose himself to his thoughts of Hermione. That, however, was a losing battle. All he could think about was the feel of her lips on his, her hands on his chest, her body pressed against his as they slept peacefully...together.
She was amazing, and he couldn't stop thinking about her. He didn't really want to, either.
Hermione sat at the breakfast table, silently sipping her orange juice. she turned around to look behind her and her eyes met Draco's. She stared at him, wondering what could ever be between them...what with her parents being muggles and his...well...muggle-haters. She sighed. This was all so confusing.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.
"Hermione? How are you feeling?"
Harry.
She smiled up at the tall, messy-haired boy who was looking down at her, concern on his face.
"I'm fine, Harry. Really."
The poor boy still blamed himself for injuring her. Really, it was only a bump...she'd had worse.
"You sure?" He asked nervously.
She nodded, smiling reassuringly.
"Good," he grinned and plopped down on the bench beside her. "I came back to check on you yesterday evening, but you were asleep. Malfoy...well...threatened to murder me if I woke you."
Her heart skipped a beat. She cleared her throat and looked at him curiously.
"You were...umm...there?" She asked with a touch of nervousness.
He rolled his eyes.
"Yes, silly. I was there, for a few minutes anyway. I was going to come back, but I...er...lost track of time...and it was awfully late," he replied, not meeting her eyes.
She laughed.
"'Lost track of time'?"
She laughed harder.
"Lost track of time shagging Ginny, maybe!"
Harry blushed deep red and slouched over his eggs and toast.
"Oh my God! You did! You were up half the night shagging her!" Hermione exclaimed, laughing hysterically.
"Hey! Well at least I'm not the one who was asleep in Malfoy's lap!" He retorted.
She froze.
"You...er...saw that?" She choked.
"I went back to check on you, remember? You were being...er...very well taken care of."
His warm green eyes bored into her. He clearly was not pleased.
It was now her turn to blush, which she did, all the way to the roots of her hair.
"So? Clearly I was happy enough. Isn't that what you want? Don't you want me to be happy? Don't I deserve to be happy?" She asked defiantly.
He spluttered for a moment, remembering yesterday when he and his friends had talked about just wanting her to be happy. But honestly, with Malfoy? They all despised the slimy git, why did she have to fancy him?
"I...I...of course I want you to be happy, Hermione, what do you think? I've been worried sick about you for ages, you've been so depressed. But this is Malfoy we're talking about here. It's going to be ten times worse with him! I don't want to see you depressed again, and that's what's going to happen! You know we hate him, why are you defending him? What exactly us going in between you two?"
"He's not all that bad, Harry. He's been almost sweet to me most of the year. And nothing is going on, thank you very much!"
Now she was lying through her teeth to her best friend. Great.
"You don't find that strange? That Malfoy is being nice to you? To you?"
"People can change, Harry."
"But Malfoy?"
"Even him."
"Just please tell me you haven't shagged him..."
"Harry! What do you take me for?" She thought about last night...the kisses they had shared, Draco's hands all over her body, the burning desire that was still running through her veins. She looked down guiltily. "I have done no such thing. But, even if I had, it would be absolutely none if your business."
He raised his eyebrows, looking angry.
"Hermione, I'm just trying to protect you...I don't want you getting hurt...it's Malfoy, for God's sake!"
"So you've said, about thirty times already. I understand who he is, Harry. You've never given him a chance. He is a perfectly sweet guy, he's just misunderstood. As far as protecting me, I appreciate the gesture, but I do not need a nanny! I am a grown woman and I am perfectly capable of making my own decisions! You and Ron are much too protective!" She was starting to raise her voice, something she rarely did to Harry.
"Hermione, we just want what's best for you...we want you to be happy...but he..." he said, getting defensive.
"Well then stop! I am happy! I can decide for myself, and it's really none of your business who I decide to sleep on or even with! None of your business! So sod off!" She practically shouted her last sentence and stood up angrily, stepping over the bench.
"Hermione! You're being ridiculous...it's Malfoy. Being nice to you! He's a slimy git, who's probably just trying to get in your pants!"
She gasped.
"Shut up. Shut the fuck up. You don't know him at all, you asshole! How could you say something like that? You're so narrow minded, Harry! How could you be, with everything you've been through? With Sirius? With Dumbledore? How? Sirius would have at least listened to me...heard me out, even if he didn't like it. Dumbledore would have at least tried to understand."
Harry jumped to his feet, his green eyes flashing dangerously. His glass was shaking where it sat on the table.
Hermione knew that bringing Sirius and Dumbledore into this was a low blow, but she didn't even care anymore, she was so angry. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it.
"Say it. Say what's on your mind, Hermione," he growled, fists clenched.
She looked around them, half the Great Hall was now staring at them, including Draco. Fine. If this was going to happen here, let them watch.
"They would hate this," she said in a low, furious voice. "They would hate you being too pig-headed to give a perfectly good person a chance to prove himself! Sirius would have understood, Dumbledore would have given him a chance! Why can't you be like them? They would be ashamed of you, Harry James Potter!"
Her words were a dagger to his heart. He stepped toward her, positively trembling with rage, the veins in is his neck popping out.
"You have no right to bring them into this," he hissed, clenching his fists angrily.
"You have no right to tell me who I'm allowed to date or even fucking snog! You're such a fucking git, Harry! Stay the fuck away from me!" She screamed at him.
"Yeah? Good luck on your own against Voldemort, Miss I have a perfect family and my parents love me and hahaha I'm going to rub it in your face that you can't remember your parents because they were fucking MURDERED! Sirius was the closest thing to family I had and now you're going to rip on him too? After he was murdered, Dumbledore was all I had left! You fucking bitch! How dare you!"
"You're one to talk, you know what happened to my parents..." she began, but he cut her off as his glass trembled violently.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, YOU HEARTLESS BITCH!" He screamed at her. She could hear the pain, feel the rage pouring off of him.
She glared at him, trying not to show any emotion other than rage. She wanted to run away, but couldn't get her legs to move.
"LEAVE!" He screamed and the glass exploded, showering anyone within 5 feet in pumpkin juice and glass shards.
Hermione finally regained control of her legs and she turned on her heel and stomped all the way up to her room, where she plopped down angrily on the couch and glared broodingly into the fire.
Draco's grey blue eyes followed Hermione's small form out of the Great Hall. The fight they had all just witnessed...it had been about him, he knew it. He sighed. Now he was driving a wedge between her and her best friends. Brilliant.
Potter turned around and glared at him, eyes still flashing and body still trembling, before stalking furiously from the Great Hall.
Draco sighed and ran up the many staircases to the Heads' quarters. He walked in to find Hermione on the couch, back rigid and arms tight around her knees, glaring into the fire. It was only when he crossed the space between them and sat carefully next to her that he saw the tears that filled her eyes, reflecting the fire.
"Hermione?"
She didn't reply. He suspected that she probably couldn't.
He covered her small hand with his large one.
"It's okay," he said quietly.
Her lip trembled and she bit down on it.
"No, no it's not," she whispered. One single tear fell from her eye and ran down her cheek.
"He was trying to control you," he gently wiped the tear off her cheek.
"Because he cares...I'm such an idiot. I told him...I told him that...Sirius and Dumbledore would be ashamed of him." Her voice broke and tears started to run freely down her face.
Draco hated seeing Hermione so upset. He brushed her hair put of her face, running his thumb over her silky cheek.
"I can't believe that I told him that," she continued rambling. "Sirius was everything he had left and now he's dead and...and then Dumbledore..and I told him that they would be ashamed of him! How could I...after all he's been through...I...really am a bitch..." She buried her face in her knees while her slim shoulders shook as she cried silently.
"This is your fault..." a small voice whispered inside his head. He tried to block it out.
"Oh, Hermione," he said softly. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his lap, holding her close. She buried her face in his chest and cried aloud.
"I...can't...how...could I...say...Harry..." she choked out.
He couldn't believe it either. It was so unlike Hermione to fight with Harry. Ron, yes. All the time. Harry? Never...they had never fought before, to his knowledge. And for her to be as harsh as she had been, bringing up his now dead father figures? The closest thing to family that he had? Very unusual. He supposed that her nerves were already worn thin about tonight, and he was sure that must have had more than a little bit to do with it.
"Am I terrible?" She whispered.
"Shhh..." he soothed. He held her tight and stroked her hair. "No, you're not. You're a wonderful person. A wonderful person who is tired of taking orders."
Hermione slowly began to calm, caught between distress over her fight with Harry and shock over the fact that Draco Malfoy had just called her a wonderful person. He continued on with his speech.
"You are a beautiful, amazing person, Hermione. You got in a fight with your best friend. Friends fight. You both fought because you both care; him about you and you about me." He kissed the top of her head. "You have been best friends for seven years. You care too much about each other to stay angry at each other for very long."
They sat quietly for a few moments until she had regained control of her emotions. Hermione wiped the last tears off of her cheeks and looked up into Draco's cool blue eyes. Her eyes roamed the young man's face, drinking in his strong jaw, defined cheekbones, and full, scrumptious lips.
"You are gorgeous," she whispered. As upset and guilty as she felt about her fight with Harry, she still wanted Draco terribly.
He smiled and kissed her softly. She turned and straddled him, resting her hands on his shoulders and pressed her lips to his. She ran her hands under his shirt and over his chest, making him shudder and part her lips with his tongue. They snogged roughly, greedily for a good while before finally pulling away, panting.
Draco wanted nothing more than to lose control, rip her clothing off and worship every inch of her body with his lips and tongue. He knew, however, that he couldn't. Not now. Not yet.
Hermione wanted the precise thing that Draco did with an intensity like never before. She played with the bottom of his sweatshirt, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses on his jaw and neck. But she couldn't have him now...she needed to go see Harry.
Draco continued to try desperately to keep his body under control. Every inch of him burned for her, loved the way she touched him. She ran her tongue around his lips and down his jaw, he bit back a moan. He was losing control. He knew that she could feel the effect that she was having on him underneath her. He ran his hands up her sides under her shirt, trying to get a reaction from her, but receiving none. She merely flicked her tongue over his Adams apple and ran her hands over his chest, hands still up his shirt. He gasped as she nipped playfully at the sensitive skin under his ear. Her thumbs found his hard nipples and she began to trace circles around them, sometimes flicking her thumbs over them. He was completely under her control now and she knew it. He groaned loudly when she sucked hard on the skin below his ear and ground her hips against his.
She pulled away, smiling seductively at him.
"And that," she said, "is a sound I want to hear more of."
He shivered at the thought.
She covered his lips with her in another scalding kiss before getting up and leaning over him.
He couldn't pull his eyes away from her breasts, and she knew it. She loved it.
"But that, unfortunately, will have to wait until later," she winked as she ran her hands up his thighs. He gasped again as her hands wandered dangerously close to the large bulge in his pants.
She slowly, reluctantly straightened and walked away.
"For now, I have to go see Harry," she said and walked out the door, leaving a very aroused, very sexy Slytherin on the couch, burning for her.
He wanted her so badly that he could hardly bear it. He groaned and went to go take a cold, cold shower.
Hermione leaned against the wall in the hallway outside her room, trying to catch her breath. She'd been so close to getting what she wanted more than anything in this world, but she left him hanging. She had to. She had to find Harry. But she knew that Draco would be waiting for her return and that he wanted her more than ever right now. She also knew that they were moving rather fast, but she really didn't care anymore. She grinned and smoothed her hair, then set off to find Harry.
They both knew one thing right now. They wanted the other more that life itself, and they no longer cared what anyone thought. They had only a week left here and they were going to enjoy it as much as possible.
Lust certainly was a very powerful emotion.
She sighed and set off for the Gryffindor common room.
"Password?" Asked the Fat Lady's portrait, smiling at her as she approached.
"Lemon drop," she replied with a sad smile. That password had been set in honor of Dumbledore.
Dumbledore...
Harry...
Guilt surged through her.
"Oh, Harry."
A lump formed in her throat, but she swallowed it back as the Fat Lady nodded and swung open to allow her entry.
On the couch in front of the fire sat Ron with his arm around Lavender, who was leaning on his shoulder, and Ginny, who was painting her nails a pretty gold color.
"Ginny isn't really one to paint her nails...it must be for the ball," mused Hermione. She shook the completely random thought from her mind, cursing her constant need to analyze and explain every little thing, even if only to herself.
Then she realized.
Harry wasn't with them.
Hermione cleared her throat tentatively.
The trio turned around and grinned at her.
"Alright there, 'Mione?" Asked Ron.
"Fine, thanks Ron," she replied. "Have you seen Harry?"
"No, actually. He hasn't come back from breakfast," offered Ginny.
"Shit," Hermione swore and turned to leave.
"Wait!" Said Ron. "Why?"
"I have to find him...to apologize. We got in a fight earlier at breakfast...I have to go!" She rambled and took off out of the room.
The three friends looked at each other, mouths agape.
Harry? Hermione? Fight?
This day just kept getting more and more strange...
Hermione paced in circles in the corridor.
"Where could he be? Where would he go?"
She jogged over to the window and looked out over the Black Lake.
"No, he's not there..."
She sighed, pulling on a strand of her hair. She had to find him...she felt awful about what she had said.
"Where the hell could he be?"
And then it hit her.
She took off at a dead sprint for the Room of Requirement.
She stopped outside the tapestry and started pacing back and forth.
"I have to find Harry...I have to help Harry...I have to see Harry," she thought furiously, hoping against all hope that it would work.
And, much to her amazement, it did.
She grabbed the doorknob and turned it, entering the room silently.
The room was small, as they were only two people, there was merely a fireplace and in front of that, a large red couch with a coffee table before it.
On that couch was a young man with messy, jet black hair.
His glasses had been tossed carelessly on the coffee table and his face was buried in his hands.
"Oh, Harry," she whispered, walking slowly toward him.
He was sobbing harder that anyone she had ever seen before. His whole body was shaking with the force of his sobs, practically convulsing every time he took a breath...more like a gasp, really.
Tears filled Hermione's eyes as she looked at her best friend.
She could hardly bear to watch, he looked so vulnerable, so distraught. Each and every sob was filled with an anguish that she could never understand. Every labored breath was full of a raw pain that she wished he didn't feel.
A tear ran down her face as she walked over to the sofa and sat down next to him, placing a hand on his arm.
"I didn't meant it, Harry," she whispered.
He didn't pull his arm away, so she knew that it was alright for her to be here.
Harry felt her sit next to him. He smelled her perfume. He didn't know how she had found him, or how she got in the room. But she was here, even after all they had said to each other. That was Hermione...of course he knew that she hadn't really meant what she said earlier that morning in the Great Hall.
"This morning..."
He remembered what she said about Sirius and Dumbledore.
He sobbed even harder.
"Oh, Harry," she said again, pulling him into her arms as if he were a small child.
He laid his head down, hugging her tightly and sobbing into her chest.
She rested her head on top of his, her tears now dripping off her chin to mingle with his. She rubbed his shaking shoulders and back soothingly.
"It's my...fault...'Mione," he choked out, his words broken up by his deep sobs and shaking gasps. "It's my fault...that they're...dead. They're...all dead...my mum...and dad...Sirius...Dumbledore...and all...because...of me."
"Harry...no. You know that isn't true," she replied shakily.
"Yes...it is," he sobbed. "They're all...dead...because...of me! I have...no...family! Voldemort has...taken...everything...from me. If I'd...been faster...I could've...blocked...the curse."
"No, you couldn't, Harry. You didn't have enough time. There was nothing that you could do for Sirius or Dumbledore. and your mum and dad...you were only a baby, Harry!"
His only reply was to continue sobbing into her increasingly tear-soaked sweatshirt.
"It's alright, sweetheart," she murmured, smoothing his hair back from his face.
"And what do you mean you have no family? Harry James Potter, you might as well be a Weasley! You spend every school holiday with them, Molly and Arthur love you as their own, you might as well be one of their children. You even have siblings, Harry. You have Ron, and me, and all of the other Weasleys...excepting Ginny, of course. We might as well all be family. No...we are a family, Harry."
She kissed his temple and continued stroking his hair. He just held her tighter and continued to sob, though not quite as hard as before.
"I'm so sorry, Harry. I know you only said what you did because you love me and you're trying to protect me. Sirius and Dumbledore would be so, so proud of you, Harry. So proud. And so am I. Anyone who loves me enough to scream at me and call me a bitch just so that I'll listen to them must really care." she joked.
"And honestly," she continued, "You are going to kick Voldemort's ass. I know you are. You're a great wizard, a powerful wizard. You're going to win, and then you and Ginny will live happily ever after. You're going to live to a ripe old age and then someday...someday you'll see Sirius and Dumbledore again. And your parents. And they're going to hug you until you can't breathe and tell you how very proud of you they are."
"I...just...feel...responsible," Harry choked.
"Don't," said Hermione firmly. Or at least, as firmly as possible with her voice quavering as it was. "It's not your fault, Harry. There was nothing you could have done. Nothing at all. It's not your fault. And I know that you know that, deep down."
"I know," he whispered. "I just...wish that..."
"Shhhhhhh..." she said, pressing her lips to his cheek. "We all do, Harry. We all do."
They sat in silence for a few minutes, thinking. They held each other tightly, not having moved. Harry's sobs slowly calmed, they were both trying very hard to stop crying, but to no avail. Tears still ran freely down both young faces.
"I...I miss them, 'Mione. I miss them so much," whispered Harry, biting back a sob.
She sighed heavily.
"I do too, Harry. They would have loved to see us graduate..."
"I know," he took a deep, shuddering breath.
"We just have to make the most of the time that we have with our family now," said Hermione. "We're all going to the Burrow after graduation, and we'll have as much fun as ever. We're a family, Harry. You're...well...you're like my little brother. The little brother that I never had, yet always wanted. Well now I have one who's going to save the entire world from certain death," she said jokingly. "I really am sorry about the things I said to you earlier. It wasn't true. You're not an asshole or anything close to that, and I know that you only said the things that you did because you care."
"I'm sorry too, 'Mione. I just don't want you getting hurt and I don't trust Malfoy. If it's what you want, I'll put up with him for now, but if he ever hurts you, I'll kill him."
Hermione knew that Harry was quite serious about that.
"And Hermione," continued Harry."I'm really sorry for calling you a heartless bitch. That has to be the greatest lie ever told."
"It's okay, really. I deserved it."
They had completely stopped crying now, and Harry finally pulled away and sat up.
"You really didn't."
She shrugged and let him take both of her hands.
"You look terrible," she said, changing the subject.
He really did. Red rimmed, bloodshot eyes...tearstained cheeks...
"Wow, thanks a lot. Aren't you just the best sister in the whole bloody world," he said sarcastically.
"Why yes, I think I must be," she said with a wink.
"And I must agree," he replied, pressing his lips to her temple. "Thank you, Hermione. For everything you do for me."
She squeezed his hands.
"You've done just as much, if not more, for me, Harry."
She stood up and pulled him to his feet and out the door.
"Now, let's get you back to the common room before Ginny kicks your scrawny ass," she said.
"Hey! My ass is not scrawny!" He protested as they walked down the corridor.
"Oh please, have you looked in the mirror recently? You look like you don't eat, although we both know that you eat enough to feed a fully-grown mountain troll. "
They both laughed very hard at this statement. Harry didn't even try to deny it, as it was extremely true.
"Remember that troll back in first year..." Harry allowed his sentence to trail off as they both thought back to that day, seven long years ago.
"...when Ron finally got the levitation spell right, knocking out the troll with it's own club and saving my life," Hermione continued.
The two young people grinned at each other and Harry threw his arm around Hermione's shoulders. She wrapped her arm around his waist and sighed as they continued toward the Gryffindor common room.
"It's going to be so weird, leaving here after all these years...all these memories."
Harry pulled her closely to him as they approached the portrait hole.
"It's not the end, 'Mione. It's a new beginning."
They stopped outside the portrait hole, not caring that the Fat Lady could hear the whole of their conversation. they turned to face each other.
"I suppose."
A single tear ran down her cheek and Harry quickly wiped it away with his thumb. He pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.
"Shhhh, Hermione," he soothed. "Don't cry. We'll still be together. You'll see me, trust me. In fact, you won't be able to get rid of me. I'm moving to the Burrow, and so are you. Mrs. Weasley won't let us get away with not moving in, as neither of us have anywhere else to go."
Harry refused to mention further why she couldn't go home. He knew that he couldn't mention it without her breaking down completely.
"I guess," she said.
"You guess? Just try to get rid of me. You said it yourself, I'm your brother. And siblings stick together. No matter what."
Hermione hugged him tightly before pulling away and smiling at him.
"You should probably get back to your girlfriend now," Hermione told him.
"Yeah, I reckon I should." He took her small hands in his and smiled down at her. "Are you coming to the Quidditch game?"
"Of course. I can't miss the cup being awarded!"
"It's Gryffindor versus Slytherin..."
"I'm still cheering for Gryffindor," she said, answering his unasked question. He grinned and kissed her on the cheek.
"Well then, I shall see you there," he said.
"Yes, you shall." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "Love you."
"Love you too, 'Mione. Bye!" They grinned at each other and Harry took off into the common room. The portrait hole swung shut and the Fat Lady beamed at Hermione.
"You have a wonderful family, dear," offered the painting.
"I know," Hermione smiled and took off for her room.
It was time for a long, hot shower before the Quidditch match. And maybe...possibly a not-so innocent encounter with and extremely sexy Slytherin. Not like she was hoping, or anything.
Draco sighed as he sprawled out on the sofa, the Daily Prophet in his hands. The cold shower had done absolutely nothing for him except make him even more alert and conscious of his fantasies about Hermione. He had finally given up and switched the water over to hot, leaning against the cold wall of the shower as he pleasured himself. 'Until later' she had said. That sentence had reverberated through his thoughts, along with his numerous fantasies, until he cried out her name as he climaxed.
And yet, here he sat, still thinking of her, and willing his arousal down.
He tried and failed to focus on the paper in his hands. He simply couldn't keep his thoughts off of her. Her in his bed, in his arms, his lips on hers, her smooth skin under his fingertips, her perfect breasts as she leaned over him, teasing him. He was so used to being the leader, the one controlling everyone..but he realized that Hermione had complete control over him. He was helpless when it came to her.
He was jerked out of his fantasies when he heard her voice outside the portrait. He felt the straining at the front of his trousers and he knew that she couldn't see him like this. He grabbed a pillow and hugged it to himself, cursing himself for the problem he was currently having.
She walked in the door and walked straight over to him. He opened his mouth to ask her how it had gone, but he never got the chance. She walked in front of him, bent over seductively, and gave him the most scorching kiss he had ever received. Then she simply winked at him, then stood up and walked away without a word, stopping at her bedroom before slipping into the bathroom for a shower. He stared incredulously after her, mouth agape, feeling as though his lips were on fire.
He groaned in frustration as he listened to the shower running. Thanks to her fiery kiss he was harder than before and aching for more. He couldn't get the image of her leaning in front of him, her breasts hanging tantalizingly in front of him. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed as he heard the shower shut off. He didn't know what to do, go shut himself in his room until his 'problem' went away, or sit here with his pillow, hoping she didn't notice. He went with the latter, as the bathroom door clicked open and he heard soft footsteps behind him.
Hermione walked up next to the sofa and rested her hands on the arm, leaning in. Draco breathed in her shampoo and smiled up at her.
"How did it go?" He asked.
"It went well, everything's fine now," she replied.
"Good," he tried very hard not to look at her breasts, the swell of which were clearly visible as she leaned over him. She was wearing a pair of well fitting Muggle jeans and a red long sleeved shirt that fit her curves wonderfully. He gulped as her eyes roamed his body lingering on the pillow that was in his lap. She gave him a very sexy smirk and stood in front of him. She brushed her lips over his briefly, before leaning in close to his ear.
"It's not helping, you know," she whispered, lips tickling his ear and sending a shiver down his spine. "The pillow? It's not helping." She put her hands on his shoulders and pressed her lips to his. She slowly pulled the pillow off of his lap and tossed it on the floor before straddling his lap, careful to keep her hips a safe distance from his.
She continued to kiss him softly, teasingly, as he slowly ran his hands up her thighs to her waist. She nipped at his bottom lip, and he gasped in surprise. She traced his lips with her tongue, nibbling and sucking on his bottom lip until he parted his lips.
She explored his mouth with her tongue, running her hands up his shirt, and breaking the kiss only to pull it off. Her cool hands roamed his hot torso, tracing every muscle with her fingertips. She ran a hand through his hair as her other hand ran along the top of his jeans. She slowly inched forward and straddled his hips, lowering her hips so they were teasingly hovering above his. She pulled away from his lips and started kissing his neck, paying special attention to the more sensitive areas, sucking and biting them until they left reddish purple marks on his pale skin. When she sucked on the sensitive skin below his ear and he moaned, gripping her waist tightly and gasping when she nipped at the spot a moment later. She nipped again before claiming his lips again in renewed fervor. She ran her hands down his chest again and started undoing his jeans, sliding them off his legs to the floor, leaving him in only his black boxers.
Hermione slowly lowered her hips until they rested directly in his, relishing the feel of his hardness between her legs, even through her jeans. He moaned loudly as she rolled her hips against him. She went back to sucking and nibbling on his neck and ground her hips against him again. She bit down on his collarbone and he gasped, his hips bucking to meet hers, making her bite back a moan of her own.
Draco's head was thrown back against the sofa, he was completely under Hermione's control. She began to grind against him in earnest, in a steady rhythm. He groaned, the friction was driving him crazy. If she kept going like this he was going to finish in no time. Hermione suddenly stopped grinding him and he moaned as the loss of friction. She hooked her thumbs on the sides of his boxers and pulled them off, leaving him fully exposed. She crashed her lips down on his, wrapping a hand around his length. He moaned into her mouth and cupped her bum with his hands. She slowly stroked him once and hips bucked into her hand. She sucked on his bottom lip as she began to stroke him slowly and steadily. He squeezed her ass and she pulled away from his lips, quickening her pace on his length, rubbing her thumb over his tip.
"Ohh Merlin!" He gasped.
"Mmmm...like that, do you?" She whispered in his ear, nipping at his earlobe. She sped up again, repeating the motion with her thumb, and he rolled his hips into her hands again. "Don't you, Draco?"
"Ahh...yes!" He gasped. She continued stroking him in the same fashion, enjoying the sound of his moans. "Yes...ahh...more!"
She twisted her wrist quickly, adding a whole new sensation. Draco moaned in appreciation. He could feel fire beginning to pool in his lower belly.
She continued in this fashion, picking up speed again, and the feeling in his stomach grew.
"Hermione! I...ahhhhh...gods!" he couldn't take much more of this. He needed to cum. He was starting to get close when she suddenly stopped stroking him and got off his lap.
He was about to protest when suddenly a wet heat encompassed him, setting stars popping behind his now closed lids. He realized that Hermione had dropped to her knees in front of the couch and taken him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his tip and his hips bucked involuntarily into her mouth. She pressed her hands to his hips to prevent it from happening again. She swirled her tongue again before sliding her mouth over him and sucking hard. He cried out, gripping at the couch tightly. He was so close.
Hermione flattened her tongue and ran it along the underside of his length before circling his tip with her tongue again.
"Ohhh Merlin, Hermione!"
She took all of him into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked again.
"Hermione...I can't...I'm gonna...ohhh God!"
She scraped her teeth over him before bobbing her head down quickly, letting him hit the back of her throat.
"Ohhh fuck! I'm going to...ahhh fuck!"
She sucked one last time, as hard as she could.
"Ahh...fuck! Hermione!"
He cried out her name in ecstasy as he finally came, buried deep in her throat. Hermione swallowed every last drop before wiping her mouth on her sleeve and sitting next to him on the sofa. She sat cross legged facing him as she cast a quick cleaning charm and, with another flick of her wand, re-dressed him before he could even open his eyes.
Draco finally turned and looked at her, sitting there, looking so seemingly innocent. He absolutely couldn't believe what had just happened.
"Bloody hell," he said, gazing at her in astonishment. He couldn't believe what she had just done, they were moving faster than he ever thought that she would allow. He made to grab her, he wanted to give her the same pleasure that she had just given him, but she stopped him.
"Not yet. I have a Quidditch match to watch you play in," she said.
He couldn't help but look slightly disappointed.
"Later," she said with a wink. He brightened again and took her hand in his.
"Hermione," he said, remembering his question from earlier. "Harry is alright then? You worked everything out?"
She looked somewhat surprised, but answered anyway.
"Yeah, he's fine. We had a row this morning, but were too close for that to affect our relationship. We might as well be siblings," she said. "Why do you care? I mean...you've always hated him."
"Well...no one wants to hear that their father figure or figures would be ashamed of them. I know I wouldn't, my father's difficult enough as it is. But really it's that...well...you said it yourself. You two might as well be siblings. And if he's that important to you, I want to at least make an attempt to care."
Her breath caught in her chest. Draco Malfoy was willing to tolerate his arch-enemy for her? She was blown away.
"Thank you, Draco," she said softly.
He squeezed her hand and looked at the clock.
"Oh my God!" He gasped. "I have to be at the pitch in 10 minutes if I want to have time to actually change into my Quidditch robes!"
Hermione jumped up and pulled him to his feet.
"Well come on then, we have to get you down there!" She exclaimed before capturing his lips in a firm kiss. "For good luck, Draco. You'll need it against Gryffindor," she winked.
He laughed and pulled her to him, pressing his lips to hers.
"Thank you," he said. "Now let's go!"
He grabbed her hand and they took off running for the pitch.
Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.
This was going to be one hell of a game!
