Protection detail

Warnings: M-rating for language.
Also very small amounts of Harry and Ron bashing but mostly because they're doing the wrong thing for the right reason with regards to Hermione and her prospective beau's.

This is the end of this one, I currently have no plans to expand this fic but if you like it, then you might also like my other larger multi-chapter fic: The Yoga Instructor, that one still has a while to go :-)

HBSJ


Part 4

We sat on the floor in the library in the post bliss of our very first and very heated sexual escapade. Well, I was sitting on his lap and he was sitting on the floor, absentmindedly toying with a lock of my hair. We were covered by his warm fur-lined winter cloak and his fantastic scent was all around me. It felt very good to sit like this with him, natural even.

"So, I'm going to assume that you weren't a virgin before this."

I pulled back slowly and narrowed my eyes at him. "Nice Malfoy, way to kill the mood." I said deadpan.

"Whatever Granger." He scoffed softly, kissing the corner of my mouth languorously. "So, were you?"

"No. But only once before this." My blush was prominent as I answered.

"Please don't tell me it was the Weasel, I beg of you." His tone was flat to say the least. I giggled and he gave me an annoyed look. I and almost contemplated lying to him just to see his reaction but I thought the better of it, it wouldn't be very nice and I was a bit wary of his reaction to that specific lie.

"It wasn't."

He raised his eyebrows at me, wanting me to continue. I didn't, just to see if he really wanted to know and after a moment he prompted. "Who then?"

"Do you really want to know?" I smirked at him, well, it was my best version of the smirk he usually gave me.

"Well yes I bloody well do want to know since I asked." He gave me a very annoyed look but his voice was still soft.

I threw my hands up in defeat but the small smile lingered on my lips, because the blonde in front of me was jealous and I relished it. "A muggle boy from my neighbourhood back home during one summer. I didn't particularly fancy a repeat of that experience."

He hugged me closer. "His loss is my gain, you're a great fuck Granger." He winked at me, now with all good humour restored and looking very much out of character with a cheeky grin.

"Oh, you know just what to say to make a girl feel special, don't you?" I fake-huffed and he laughed. A carefree laugh that suited him so well, even if it was odd to see this new side to the usually stoic and arrogant Slytherin. But maybe he was different in private or maybe, just maybe, he was just different with me.


Every eye in the room was on me as I, without hesitation, fired a nasty boil-hex of my own invention wordlessly at them both. A hex I knew would be especially difficult for them to get rid of, even with Madame Pomfrey's help. Harry and Ron yelped loudly and started cursing while angry red boils were sprouting everywhere on their skin. Literally everywhere.

I had told Harry about this hex once not that long ago. "Merlin! Oh no! I know this hex!" He winced audibly and his eyes went wide. "'Mione, no, please, you didn't."

"You better believe your sweet meddling arse I did, Harry James Potter."

"But these won't go away for weeks!" He was pleading now, looking very pained and very desperate.

"I know." I said smugly. "That's why I love this precise hex." I gave him a very self-satisfied smile, while watching his fan club approaching him cautiously. They looked appalled at the state of his newly marred skin. They wanted to soothe him but wherever they touched him, more boils would appear. He cried out and cringed away from them. Well, the small change I'd made to the hex appeared to be working brilliantly. I was sick and tired of those mindless bimbos fawning over Harry and Ron every chance they got. It wasn't anything close to jealousy, it was mainly annoyance that we couldn't have a single conversation anymore without those bloody giggles following us everywhere.

"But 'Mione!" Ron spluttered and winced in eaqual measure. "Ouch!" He winced as a large angry boil emerged onto his bottom lip. "I was going to ask you to move in with me!" His voice was a bit muffled now.

I just frowned and shook my head at him. "What the hell are you on about Ron?"

He winced again but seemed to determined to speak his mind. "You like me and I like you, simple."

She pinced the bridge of her nose in exasperation. "No Ron, I don't like you like that, you're just my friend and I will not move in with you."

He rolled his eyes and gave her an annoyed look. "'Course you will, I've got a plan and everything." His fan club looked very put out at his words. With the way he spoke, he strongly implied that they were just a pass-time for him.

"Ronald. Listen to me very carefully." I spoke forcefully but quietly. "I. Will. Not. Move. In. With. You." I punctuated every word as clearly as I could.

He just rolled his eyes at me again, obviously choosing not to listen to me properly but clearly deciding to let it go for now. He would learn that he was not the most important man in my life in just a moment from now.


As the spring flew by and summer came closer, their relationship changed from just bickering, studying and sex to bickering, studying, sex and more. So much more. They enjoyed spending their time together arguing, kissing, studying, talking, fucking, reading, the list was endless really.

Their first actual date took place in the astronomy tower one Saturday evening in the spring, he was waiting for her nervously and when she turned the corner, his breath caught in his throat. She was absolutely stunning. She wore a fitted plunging halter neck bottle green dress with a short flirty flaring skirt. Her shoes were nude platform pumps that accentuated her toned legs and she wore very little makeup. Her hair was cascading down her back and only her eyes betrayed how nervous she was. Her eyes flicked from appreciating him to the picnic he had created for them, her eyes widened in surprise and she smiled happily.

Instead of having a sit-down dinner, he had arranged something different thanks to the house elves in the kitchens, especially his former house elf Dobby. He had placed a large soft rug on the cold stone and then strewn it with different size pillows all in different shades of his favourite colours, blue and green. In the middle of the rug he'd placed a low table groaning under all of the food on it, along with elf-made wine, pumpkin juice, and sparkling and still water. He'd cast warming charms around the area so they wouldn't get cold, he'd placed bluebell flames in jars and levitated them in various places around their picnic and he'd placed the picnic to face west so they could watch the sun set from the tallest tower in Hogwarts.

Her eyes almost started watering and she practically ran to him. "Draco, this is amazing!" She kissed him softly and he smiled.

"I'm not as bad as you might think." She rolled her eyes. "Well, not all the time anyway. Besides, I wanted our first official date to be special."

She eyed him speculatively with a small smile on her lips. "You know, when we tell them, everybody would find it a lot easier to believe that I like you if they knew you were so kind and romantic and that you treat me like this."

He snuggled into her. "Don't tell them. Knowing me like this isn't for any of them, only for you."

"So they get the arrogant prat?" She looked dubiously at him.

"Exactly." He gave her his trademark smirk and a kiss to mollify her. Their kiss deepened easily but he pulled back and she pouted. "Don't worry my lady, I will snog you to your hearts content later but for now, we eat."

They actually ended up feeding each other the delicious foods on the table, laughing, kissing and debating everything under the sun and when the stars had long since come out they made languorous love on the rug in the Astronomy Tower, taking their sweet time to explore each other.


I watched as Harry and Ron hobbled around, trying to avoid touching anything but that wasn't possible, the boils were also on the soles of their feet. I smirked, the satisfaction of my sweet sweet revenge was filling me with smug pride.

I could see Blaise now, he'd moved from behind me to stand with Ginny. They were both grinning like Cheshire cats at me.

Ron was whining like a baby, wincing, muttering and very annoyed at my rejection. "But 'Mione… please. We can't do anything like this, please make this go away."

"Nope, I think not. You both deserve this. You've treated me like a child and your friends like rubbish. Maybe you should spend the time thinking hard about how to apologize to everyone. Including me." I gave them my hardest glare, trying desperately not to grin back at Blaise and Ginny.

They both started spluttering about their reputed innocence in a desperate bid for a boil-free existence but I wasn't having it, there was no way I would help them out of their own mess.


He hated that he couldn't show her off as his, that he had to endure seeing all of the males in school eying her every chance they got. They were together, he and the muggleborn Hermione Granger. All of the nonsense he had sprouted when he was younger was absolute shite, he knew that now. His father had been trying hard to influence him in a certain direction when he was younger but as he'd grown up and seen the magic the muggleborns in Hogwarts could do, especially his muggleborn, and he just couldn't get himself to see them as the filth his father had tried so hard to make him believe.

Oh, but it hadn't been easy. His change of world-view hadn't happened over-night at all, it had taken years for him to finally see the world with his own eyes instead of the narrowed view his parents and especially his father had provided him with. And with that change of world-view, it changed the way he saw Granger drastically. He could probably pinpoint that as the time that he started to fall for her. She was just so good and with that she saw good in him, despite their shared past.

He had shared the news with his parents a few weeks ago and received no less than three howlers in return. Luckily Ginny Weasley had taught him a handy little bubble charm that would seal in the howler, so he actually hadn't heard what his parents thought at first. Well, he did have a very good guess as to what they thought of his relationship. About a week after, he'd gotten a letter from his mother, expressing her terrible disappointment in him but ensuring him that she was on his side if he really wanted this, despite whatever his father thought about the match. Really, it was the best he could have hoped for.

And now there was absolutely no denying it. He was head over heels in love with her and he wanted to show her off, hold her hand in the hallways and kiss her in public. Granger was trying to get him to agree to go to this end-of-year-secret-from-the-teachers-party in the Room of Requirement that weekend and he did not want to go. He didn't want to spend the night with his hands itching again to club most of the male populace at the party because they eyed his girl hungrily. But of course, she sweet-talked him into it, helped along with a few secret sessions in the library. He was like putty in her capable and rather manipulative hands and again there was absolutely no denying it, he loved it unequivocally.


I could see the gleam in the eyes of many of the spectators as I turned and stomped towards the exit. Dean Thomas approached me first.

"So Hermione, do you want to…?"

I cut him off angrily. "No!" I was still fuming from the blazing row that had halted the entire party.

A couple of other boys stepped forward from different houses, I cut them off as well. "NO! Don't you even think about it, I already have a boyfriend!"

Harry and Ron looked up from their apparent misery, shocked surprise on both their faces. "Wha…? Who?!" Aggression pouring from their every movement. Now now, this was exactly what I was trying to get them to stop doing.

I smirked at them, a very Malfoy-esque smirk, pleased that this discussion would end with me having the last victorious word. "Draco Malfoy." He met me by the exit with just one eyebrow raised at me, kissed me very possessively in front of everyone and we left the party hand in hand.

As soon as the door shut behind us, he pulled me into his arms again and moved us into a nearby alcove, practically lifting me from the stone floor and pinning me between him and the wall.

"That was fun." He chuckled and nuzzled the sensitive spot on my neck, I shivered, my usual reaction to his lovely ministrations. His soft kisses moved closer to my mouth slowly.

"Oh, do shut up you." And I kissed my love deeply.


And that's the end of the road for this little one.
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HBSJ