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After lunch, we headed back to the car. I still had her car keys and as before she slid into the passenger seat. I didn't say anything and just started the car. Before we left, the parking lot, her cell phone rang. I thought it might be Mr. Chester the Molester, but her tone led me to believe differently. It was her mother.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Next week? But that's right after midterms. Can't I skip it this one time? Please?"
She accidentally dropped the phone on the seat and it was on speaker phone. It slid between the seats and she was digging to get it out, while speaking loud enough for her mother to here her.
"Absolutely not, Hermione Jean. This is your cousin's rehearsal dinner and wedding we're talking about. You will be here. Oh, and you need to find a dress. I've already called over to Leland's and there's a personal shopper there waiting for you. You need to go now. They're expecting you.
"Mom, it's so late in the game, I don't event have a date. So I can't go."
"Not to worry. Oliver Wood just called your father and me to let us know he saw you shopping today. Finally, you're leaving that 'I just want to be mediocre' nonsense behind you. He agreed to be your date."
She finally reached the phone and took it off speaker immediately. "Absolutely not. You know I can't go there with him. I'll find my own date, mom. Or I'll go solo.
Her mother must have been furious at that last statement as Gina winced. "I'm on the expressway. I have to go mom. Bye."
"I wish I had a valium. God she drives me crazy." Hermione said to no one in particular, while rubbing her temples. I was headed back to campus, but decided to get off at the next exit to talk to her. As we pulled into a gas station, and I killed the engine, she asked me.
"Why'd you pull over? Don't you want to get back to campus?"
"Hermione. Look at you. You are not in any shape to do much of anything right now. What are you going to do, drop me off, and then head back out? I know you're going to have to go to Highlands to go shop for the dress and we're already near there. I'll just come with you. It's not that big of a deal."
"Aren't you tired of being with me all day?"
"Oh, you take a brotha through changes. But it's all good."
I could see the relief on her face. "Thanks."
"No problem. And listen. If you're still in need of a date for those things your mom was talking about. I'll stand in for you…if you need it."
"She smiled at me appreciatively. "Thanks for the offer. I may have to take you up on that."
As we entered Leland's at the Highlands, we went to the ladies formal wear area. Waiting for us was a middle aged woman named Molly.
"Ms. Granger. I'm so glad you've made it. I've already put some dresses in the fitting room for you. The ones on the left are for the rehearsal dinner. Ones on the right for the wedding, Oh, and the two ball gowns are for the gala your mother said you'll be attending next month.
"Hi Molly. Thanks for getting things set up."
I had never seen anything quite like this. While Hermione went into the dressing area, I waited outside in the lounge area, where there were plenty of mirrors. The woman offered to get me a cold beverage while I waited and I told her I would take a bottled water. After she left, I heard Hermione call for Molly.
I got up and knocked on the door.
"Come in."
"Molly stepped away for a second. What did you need?" I saw her standing there like a vision wearing a champagne colored ball gown with crystals forming a patter on the front and sides. She looked amazing.
"I –I can't zip up the zipper in the back on this dress. But you shouldn't be back here. Molly will pitch a fit."
"It's just a zipper. What's the worst that can happen? Turn around, so I can zip you up."
As she held both sides of the dress to keep it from falling down, I couldn't help but look at her. After I zipped her halfway, she held her hair up, so it wouldn't get caught in the zipper. As I grabbed the fabric and pulled the zipper, her skin felt so soft. Her back, her neck. Her hair, cascading down in soft tendrils while she held most of it up for me. She was so beautiful, and then I couldn't help myself. I kissed her on the shoulder and then at the crook of her neck and back. She let go of her hair and it swept across my face. It smelled like Jasmine. She moaned and turned around to face me. I zeroed in for her beautiful lips. They tasted like heaven and she began kissing me back. We went on like that until we heard Molly rounding the corner.
"Mr. Malfoy, I have your beverage."
"Molly, we're in here."
"What?"
"I needed help with my zipper, so he helped me while you were gone." Hermione said in an impudent tone.
"Oh, I'm sorry Ms. Granger. I didn't mean…
"No. No harm done. Now, Molly, what do you think?"
"I love it. It's beautiful."
"And you? What do you think? "
"It's a perfect fit."
"Now try it with the shoes," Molly suggested.
"Molly can you help me? I can't get the shoes on by myself in this gown."
Molly quickly obliged and helped her put on strappy crystal studded heels. As Hermione lifted up the skirts of her dress my eyes caught another glimpse of those amazing legs. I was in above my head. And I crossed the line. My antics had just made everything go from bad to worse. The worst part was, while the two women were laughing and talking, I imagined that the dress was white, like the one I hoped she would wear on our wedding day.
I suddenly realized I had a bigger problem on my hands. All this thinking about Hermione had caused the little beast in me to wake up. And it was not going to be denied. I needed to excuse myself immediately before things got ugly. I had turned my back slightly so that Molly couldn't see. But to my dismay, Hermione had full view of what was going on.
"Oh." she said.
"Excuse me, ladies. Molly, where's find the men's room."
"Just past the perfume counters on your right," said Evelyn.
"Here. Take a copy of the new fall catalog with you," Hermione insisted. You may need some light reading material." She said out of embarrassment or pity for me, and I gave her a look of relief and gratitude, as now I had something to hide behind.
I hurried to the men's room, without trying to look obvious. When I entered I went straight for a stall. I had a sneaking suspicion I was going to hell for thinking that way about her. As I unzipped my pants and let them drop, I also went for my boxers. When those landed on top of my pants, I had no choice but to take care of business. Slowly I began to stroke my member, in hopes that this embarrassment would go away. But it was going stronger than ever. Suddenly, I heard light footsteps and a knock on the door. I was mortified. "Draco, it's me. Hurry up and let me in."
"Hermione, what the hell are you doing in here?"
"Just open up."
I sighed. Against my better judgment, I unlocked the stall. I wasn't ready for what was going to happen next. She walked in, and upon noticing my erection, her eyes got as big as saucers.
"Oh my."
Not taking her eyes off me, she grabbed some toilet seat covers – like 8, and then asked me to sit down.
"Hermione, I can't have sex with you here."
"You're not. Just be quiet and do what I tell you, okay?"
I nodded dumbly, not knowing what else to do. "Now, kiss me."
I did what came naturally to me, and she while doing so grabbed my member and stroking it in long and short bursts. With the other hand she massaged the extra sensitive area all men have, and as I began to lose myself in the walls of her mouth, kissing her, I could feel the rapture coming. I only had a few moments left before the delirium and joy spread throughout my body. She began to pick up the intensity and pull away from my kisses, but I pulled her back in and things slowed for a few moments more. Then, I couldn't hold it any longer, I released like a man who had just come home after a five year stint in prison. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I cursed, grunted, and hit the high note as I finished. It should have gone everywhere, but without me knowing it, Hermione had slipped on a condom. It was the best hand job, I'd ever had. Hermione pulled away from me. As she dismounted me, I noticed her grabbing the wall, she was shuddering. Had she just ...? The look in her eyes told me she had. I reached out to grab her and steady her, while she regained her composure.
"Thank you."
"No, thank you."
"Let's get out of here, before we land in any more trouble."
After washing our hands, and fixing ourselves, we snuck Hermione out of the men's and walked back to the counter where Hermione's dresses laid in wait. I knew we'd never be the same after today.
I drove us back to the dorms in silence. I wanted to apologize but I didn't have the words. But she beat me to it.
"I'm sorry to have done that to you. Especially in public."
"I'm sorry it had to happen. I didn't mean to get carried away in the dressing room. It's just, I was thinking about you, about us being together, and well, it was wrong for me to do."
She looked hurt by my admission. But nodded as if she understood.
Hermione
"I get it. I'm just the girl guys want to sleep with. To try."
"No, Hermione Jean. I meant being together, together. For good. In my mind, that dress was white and…"
His voice trailed off and my mind began to understand what he meant. He was imagining it as a wedding dress. "Oh."
"Draco, I'm sorry. Maybe this bet was more than we both bargained for."
"Maybe it was supposed to happen this way."
He got us back to campus slowly, not wanting to get there in a hurry. When we finally reached our destination, he put the top back up and killed the engine. I unlocked my door, and was about to get out.
"No. Please, let me." He raced around and opened the door for me. Then popping the trunk, he pulled all of the clothes and shoes from the car. As we walked into Bixby Hall, I swiped my pass and waved to my friend Katie, so we didn't have to sign Draco back in.
I was expecting to find my room full of people, but to my surprise it was totally empty. Then I realized everyone went home for the weekend.
"Where is everyone?" Draco asked surprised.
"They all went home for the weekend." I said sheepishly.
He didn't ask me to elaborate, and I didn't want to. Right now, I just wanted to relax in my own space. I threw my purse down and kicked off my shoes. Then I proceeded to hang up my garment bags in the closet. I was doing everything I could to avoid the inevitable conversation.
Draco sat in Romilda's chair, watching me, while trying to figure out what to say.
"Hermione, stop."
"Wait. I'm almost done."
As I passed him again, he reached out and caught my hand.
"You know we need to talk about this. About what's going on with us."
"What do you want me to say? Look, you have your life here. Your friends. Your soon to be frat, your women. And I have my life. My life was low key and I was flying under the radar just fine. Thank you very much."
"Hermione, you have never flown under the radar. Believe that. You just never gave anyone the time of day."
"It doesn't make a difference what you say. The fact of the matter is we're two different people, who want different things."
"I want you."
"No, you don't. A temporary moment of weakness is different from actually wanting to be with someone. Before today, you couldn't even stand me. Now that's changed? Yeah, right. I don't plan on being passed around like the rest of these girls around here. I'm not having it."
Draco shook his head. "What a difference a day makes. Hermione, I know where you're coming from on this. But today was not just a temporary moment of weakness. The whole day it felt right being with you. I've never had that before. And we have more in common than you think. Our families are very similar. We both have our ambition. We both want to make a name for ourselves outside of our families. We both want someone who can see us for who we really are. Whether you want to admit it or not, we have that with each other."
"What are people going to say?"
"I don't give a damn about what they say. And you've never cared about what they think before. Listen; think about what I've told you. I really want you to think about being with me. We're good for each other."
With that Draco kissed me on the forehead, and headed out of the door. I knew I didn't want him to go, but I was so confused I didn't want him there clouding my judgment either. He was right about one thing. I needed to think about what I wanted. I didn't know what image of Draco to trust the most. The arrogant cocky flirt who feels he's got everyone in the palm of his hand. Or the Draco I saw today. I had always been harsher on him than other people, because I believed he could always be a better person than he acted like. But today, he showed me something different. However briefly, he showed me a glimpse of the kind of guy I needed. Caring. Thoughtful. Concerned about my well-being.
How could I be sure it wasn't an act? What if he was secretly trying to get me back for the bet? I don't want to be next week's joke. I could hear people now. Hermione fell for Draco in less than 8 hours. His potential frat brothers would surely put him at the top of the list to join. And I'd be the stupid girl I never wanted to be – humiliated and alone. A public spectacle. Pansy and her cronies would definitely have a good laugh off of this. No. I don't think so.
I went back to putting up the clothes, and opened the garment bag from Macy's, since those clothes I would be wearing on Monday anyway. Inside I found the outfit Vincent had bought for me, and an additional hanger. I moved the other clothes out of the way, and there it was, yellow and black, off shoulder dress. He bought it for me, even though he didn't have to. I smiled and a tear escaped from me. I felt overjoyed that he did that for me. I guess he was surprising me a lot today. Maybe he really did mean what he said.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Curious, I went to look in the peephole to see who it was. Draco. I opened the door, and he stood there scratching the back of his head.
"Sorry. I forgot to give you back your car keys."
"Oh. Thanks."
"No problem."
"And thank you for the dress. You know you didn't have to do that."
"Hermione, what did I say before? I don't do anything unless I want to. Ok?"
I nodded. "Okay."
The air between us was so thick; you could have cut it with a knife. He looked at me, and I felt like I would melt into a puddle right where I stood. His eyes were so caring, loving. I wished that I could stare into them for hours. Before I knew it we both went for each other, and as my lips met his, this tingling heat began to surge from between us. I couldn't help myself. I was tearing at his clothes, and he lifted me up, so that my legs were wrapped around his waist. At that moment I knew all we had were time and opportunity.
As he lowered me onto my bed, I realized he pulled away from me. I reached up to kiss him again, and he accepted it, but not with the same fervor.
"Hermione. I don't want to do this if it's not going to be special to you. I want to be with you and I meant that. I don't want to be tossed to the side for some guy back home. If we do this, I want to be your man, no matter what."
The weight of his words was weighing heavy on my heart. It was what I needed to hear. I nodded. "Yes." And with that we officially became a couple. Draco began kissing me again like a lost soldier home from war, and I felt safe with him. I wasn't really sure what to expect, as I had never done this before. But I was determined to not let it show. Our clothes were in heaps on the floor, and as he continued exploring every inch of my body, I felt like the most adored woman on earth.
Romilda had always kept a basket of protection in the room at all times, as a student representative for the health clinic on campus. I asked him to grab what he needed and he quickly obliged.
I put it on him. He repositioned himself and was about to try to penetrate me. But I put my hand on his chest to stop him.
"Draco wait."
"What's wrong?"
"It's just that…I…well…"
"Is this your first time?"
I nodded yes in response to him. He quickly sat up and strode to the closet. I thought he was upset. "Are you mad at me?"
"No. Of course not. There's something I need to get."
He reached the closet and grabbed one of my freshly folded towels.
As he slowly walked back over to me, I noticed just how great his body was. I could hear myself panting with anticipation, fear, lust, love. It was crazy.
He climbed back on top of the bed, and grabbed my legs, lifting my hips off of the bed. Unfolding the towel, he laid it beneath me and gently lowered me down on top of it. He seemed to know what he was doing. I wondered how many times he had done this.
As if reading my mind, he said. "Once before. I've only been with four people, including you now. But I've only loved you."
By the frat's standards he was a saint considering we were both juniors. He kissed me again, relieving me of my concerns, and then we were back at it. By this time I was ready. He repositioned himself and guiding his manhood with his thumb to do the inevitable. I tensed and he whispered for me to relax. He tried to enter me twice, but he was an enviable size for sure. On the third try, he broke through, and I cried out in pain, tears flowing down my face. He wiped them away with his hand, kissing my cheek.
"Are you ok?"
I nodded, "But it hurts."
"It won't for long. I promise you'll know what it means to be made love to before I'm done."
With that, he proceeded to continue, and with every move he made, the pain got less and less, and the pleasure increased more and more. He was so into it, he was moaning my name over and over. He kept telling me how good I felt, and talked about how he never wanted to stop. As he began stroking me, I could feel him hit a special place and stars seemed to explode over my vision. "Oh Draco." He must have realized what he'd done because he began aiming for that spot over and over again. I went from moaning his name to screaming his name. I thought I was going to die in pleasure. Then he increased his speed and force and I knew I was going to lose it. I went speechless, and he closed the distance between my mouth and his. I never knew it could be like this. We went on like this for what seemed like ages. Then, he stretched me as far as I could go. I bit into and began sucking his shoulder, not strong enough to draw blood, but definitely enough to leave a mark on him.
He rolled over onto his back and I rode on top of him. I never wanted it to end. After lowering myself, I squeezed his manhood on the way back up. I didn't know what that would do, but I noticed he was speechless. I bent down to kiss him and he received me so fervently. He stopped kissing me long enough to suckle my left breast. Then the right. I couldn't hold it anymore. I wasn't sure what an orgasm was, but I'm sure that must have been it. It was like everything around me raced, and I saw color and light and love flow through me like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
I slowly came down from the high, kissing Draco. He rolled me over onto my back, and like before, he began thrusting against my special place. I could feel the swell again, and the stars that were clouding my vision. The colors and stars were coming faster this time, in sync with his movements and I was once again chanting his name. Just when I couldn't take it anymore, his whole body stiffened and the pressure against that spot caused me to erupt at the same time he did. "I love you." he said before collapsing on top of me. We kissed and lay like that as I drifted off to sleep. I wanted to always be this happy.
Draco
I don't know how I could have fallen so hard or so fast, but I did. I watched her sleep and I was convinced that I wanted to be with her forever. I knew that she would probably catch more hell than me for us being together, but I would gladly take the brunt of any backlash, just so she wouldn't have to. She was my woman now. And more importantly, I was her first. I just wanted to take care of her and protect her. I wanted her to be happy. Especially happy with me. She could have had anyone, but she chose me. I couldn't even think of her being with other guys. It was too much. I was hoping that she agreed to be with me because she wanted to, not just because we were in the heat of the moment. But I had to believe that. I needed to.
I carefully got up and searching for a bar of regular soap, I grabbed Hermione's towel hanging on the door post and went to go take a shower. I must admit I felt 15 pounds lighter than before. She was fantastic in bed. Even for a first timer. But I knew she'd be in pain after what we did.
Hermione
I heard the faint sounds of running water that stirred me out of a deep sleep. As I sat up, I realized that everything below my waist hurt. I looked down and saw there was blood stained on the inside of my legs and on the towel beneath me. But more importantly Draco was gone. Just as my mind was getting the better of me, he strode out in my bath towel, looking like a male model. He walked over to me and kissed me on the lips and the forehead. "Hey. How are you feeling?"
"Sore. Spent. Happy."
Embarrassed, I looked down, and tried to find a way to get up from the bed without being totally exposed. I pulled one of my extra long twin sheets up and wrapped it around me like a toga, then scurried from the bed. It hurt and I knew I was walking funny. I grabbed my shower caddy, and realizing he had my towel, he took it off, leaving nothing to the imagination, and handed it to me. "Sorry. It just smelled like you."
I took the towel from him, which was soaked and put it in the hamper. I grabbed a fresh one and went to get myself cleaned up. As I came out in my bath robe and looked for a new outfit, I saw Draco watching me adoringly. I was a little hesitant to get dressed in front of him, but after what we just shared, I shouldn't be. I put on my underwear, then found a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt. I put my other clothes in the hamper, as I knew I would have to do a load of laundry in the morning. As I strode over to make the bed, I noticed it was already made. The towel was in Draco's hands. "Draco? What are you doing with that?"
"I want to keep it."
"Oh, Draco, that's gross."
"No. its not."
"I at least want to wash it. My God, this is not ancient Sumeria."
I walked over to take it from him, and he reluctantly gave it to me.
"No, it isn't ancient Sumeria, because by doing this we'd be married."
"Well, then I'd be fourth wife."
"With an option to bump up to first," he said playfully.
I rolled my eyes.
"You hungry?
"Yes." I replied. "Famished."
"Let's go out for pizza and wings."
"Sounds good to me."
We walked over to the local pizza joint and ordered food. Already, I could see the looks and stares people were giving us. Despite my roommates being gone, the rest of campus had not changed, just because we were together. Some of Draco's frat buddies were there, along with some other kids from campus. I went to the bathroom while Draco found us a table.
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