Hermione never felt more alive, flying through the air on a broomstick, feeling the crisp winter air whipping through her hair. She hoped that Draco hadn't taken her words seriously. It had hurt her too, but she knew it was for the good of their relationship. If anything ever leaked out, there would be consequences, and mind you, not pleasant ones.
"Mione! Come down, you've been flying for almost three hours straight." She heard Harry's voice beckoning her to come down.
"Bloody hell Hermione, I've never seen you fly like that. Ever." Ron stared at her as she landed with a plop in front of them.
"That was quite refreshing, no?" Hermione's cheeks were nipped red from coldness.
"It's bloody crazy, that is. Come on, let's get inside and get warm." With that, the three of them headed off to the Head common room, joking and rubbing their hands to get warm.
"Gold and Silver." Draco mumbled the password to the pair of sirens guarding the Head's room. As the portrait swung open, Draco stepped in, slightly massaging his temples. What a day it had been. After finding themselves field-less, the Slytherin trio had apparated off to a muggle- stripping bar that Blaise had suggested. For the whole afternoon, he was forced to sit there, watching muggle females stripping down to nothing but a thong, and while Blaise and Ruven both enjoyed it greatly, he couldn't help but think about Hermione. Her rippling auburn hair invaded every image that came to his head; her lips, her eyes, he loved everything about her. Sighing, Draco rose from the couch and trudged up the stairs to his room.
"Gold and Silver." Hermione said to the portrait guarding the Head's room. She had chosen the sirens because they stood for beauty and intelligence, qualities which she possessed and respected. Draco had chosen the password: "gold and silver," which symbolized the two Houses: Gryffindor and Slytherin fusing together. The portrait swung open and both Ron and Harry gasped. The Head common room was smaller than the Gryffindor common room, but the its elegance compensated for it. The ceiling in here was just like the ceiling in the Great Hall, charmed to change as the sky did outdoors. Right now, the sky was bluish gray, snow was falling gently, evaporating before it hit the carpeted floor. Everything in the room was either burgundy or vanilla. Along the north side of the room was a huge window overlooking the Quidditch field and some of the forbidden forest. Stairs on either side of the window curved up to the upper story of the common room, which was also where the bathroom and private rooms were located. On the east side, there lay two huge desks, where scrolls and quills were stacked neatly beside two book bags. Close to where they were currently standing was a blazing fireplace, and beside that was a small kitchen which was always stocked with hot cocoa and sweets. Hermione laughed at the looks on Ron and Harry's faces. "Sit, do you guys want anything? Chocolate frogs? Pumpkin pasties?"
Ron had crashed onto the armchair in front of the fireplace, while Harry had reclined himself on the sofa. "No thanks." Harry was still gazing around in awe.
"Wow, you've really got the whole package in here!" Ron exclaimed.
"I worked hard for it." Hermione laughed, pouring herself a mug of hot cocoa she sat down next to Harry.
Draco, meanwhile, had heard the gasps of surprise and chattering as he proceeded to change into more comfortable clothes. With only his boxers on, he stepped out of the room, curious to see whom Hermione had brought to the Head common room. As he watched from a distance, Hermione's eyes shifted up momentarily, meeting his gaze. He smiled, knowing that only Hermione knew he was up there, and beckoned for her to meet him upstairs.
"You guys make yourselves at home, alright? I need to go get something." Hermione quickly excused herself and rushed up the stairs into her room. She tiptoed across the bathroom and stuck her head into Draco's room.
"Hey," He grinned, patting the seat beside him on the bed.
"Hey to you too," Hermione sat down next to him. "You alright? I hope you didn't take what I said too seriously."
"What? N-no, of course not."
"Are you sure?" Hermione leaned in, only inches away from his face.
Draco could only nod as he deeply inhaled the smell of her cocoa laced breath.
"Okay then, I'll see you tonight." She kissed his cheek and ran back through the bathroom and to her room.
Draco leaned back on the bed. How empty it felt without Hermione there beside him. He smiled, remembering the first day they, as Head boy and girl, had been forced to share a room.
"I expect to see you two in an hour." Dumbledore winked before his head disappeared from the fireplace.
"Stay out of my room, mudblood," said Draco.
"Stay the hell out of mine..and I'll stay out of your's, ferret." Hermione huffed and stormed up to her room slamming her door shut.
Draco glared at the spot where moments before, the fiery brunette had stood. How dare she? Didnt she know he was the infamous Draco Malfoy? The most sought after bachelor on campus? The nerve of that woman! But no matter how hard he tried to deny it, he was falling for her. The fluttery feeling in the pits of his stomach testified.
Hermione returned to her friends to find a newly brewed mug of coffee in each of their hands.
"Mmm..mocha latte. My favorite!" Exclaimed Ron immdiately after he took a sip, sporting a coffee mustache on his upper lip.
"So what did you need to get?" Harry ask her, taking a sip out of his own cup.
"Huh?" Hermione furrowed her eyebrows.
"You said you needed something." Harry examined her closely.
"Oh, that, uh, its not important." She cast her eyes away from him.
"You sure?" He questioned.
"Uh huh."
"Well in that case, we should be heading back to the Gryffindor common room to clean up before dinner." He leaned in. "I shall be seeing you a dinner?"
Hermione nodded, and Harry squeezed her shoulder softly.
"Bloody! This is the best coffee ever. You have to invite me over more often. Share the wealth!"Ron could be heard saying as he exited out the portrait behind Harry, still clutching a mug of mocha latte between his hands.
"Are they gone?" Draco's voice drifted down from where he crouched in the shadows behind the banister.
"Mmm." Hermione replied without moving.
Draco slid down the banister and landed with a graceful pirroutte. Hermione, who had been watching, laughed, a true laughter that moved through her entire body. Draco loved making her laugh, and he told her so as he wrapped his arms tightly around her and guided her head down on to the sofa. He captured her lips in a slow soft kiss, and still laying atop her, he whipped out a single blood red rose.
"Quite the romantic, eh?" Hermione chuckled, eyeing the perfect set of buttons running down Draco's shirt. She placed the rose on the coffee table, and with both hands, she stealthily moved her hands down his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it. Draco, responded by sliding off her tank top, revealing her creamy stomach which he started licking. Hermione laughed as she felt his perfect pink tongue moving in circles across her stomach. She rolled over so that she was now on top, straddling his waist, feeling his ever growing erection.
"Draco, let's go to my room," Hermione breathed between gasps of pleasure.
Draco temporarily stopped his caressing. "You're right." He stood up, Hermione still hanging around his waist by her legs, and moved towards the stairs, returning to his nibbling and licking around her neck. He held open the door and the carried her over to her bed. Still straddling across Draco's waist, she undid her bra strap, allowing his lustful eyes a peek of her soft tender breasts. Draco hooked his fingers under her pants, pulling them off to reveal her most private part. Hermione smiled at the look on Draco's face as he explored her naked body with his lips. She slipped her hands into his boxers, feeling the wetness of arousal. Hermione laughed and ripped Draco's boxers off of him, still perched across his thighs, his erection, firm and ready to explode, teasing the both of them.
"Now Draco, NOW," she arched her back, closing the space between them, her nails digging into his back and her legs secured around his waist.
"Scream for me, Hermione." Draco's raspy voice rung in her ears before he plunged deep within.
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