The Morning After

The water was warm on Hermione's body as she stood underneath the powerful spray. It had only been a few hours ago when she had woken up in Draco's bed. The realisation of what had happened the night before had hit her fast. Blushing slightly at the memory, she let her mind cast itself back…

The feel of smooth silk wrapped around her naked skin was the first thing Hermione had noticed when being brought to consciousness by the early morning sunlight. The next had been radiating body warmth at her side, shuffling slightly and making the sheets rustle. For a brief moment, confusion took Hermione over as she tried to figure out why this room didn't look like her own and why the sheets were of a different colour.

It was then that Hermione gasped in horror as she realised what had happened the night before. Malfoy! She had let Draco Malfoy have sex with her! And she'd enjoyed it! The memories all came flooding back to her. How his lips felt on hers and how her body had reacted so eagerly to his own.

And the worst part was that she had enjoyed it! Sitting up quickly Hermione winced at the aching between her thighs. Last night, she had given her virginity to Malfoy and although it had been a pleasurable experience, it had also bloody hurt!

After she had practically fainted with shock, Malfoy had woken up. A lazy and satisfied look was all over his face as he stretched out on the extremely large bed. He looked up at Hermione, taking in her tussled features. Hermione hadn't known what to do, as he was just staring up at her through half open eyes; it was like he wasn't fully awake yet.

But Hermione had realised how wrong she was when a sexy smirk pulled at his soft, warm mouth. He reached up to touch her face and then stroked it lightly. She quivered slightly under his touch, recalling the pleasure his hands had given her only a few hours ago.

'Good morning, Granger.' His voice was more husky than usual, probably because he had just woken. But it made him sound so incredibly sexy! Feeling a small draft on her upper body she realised that she wasn't wearing anything on her upper body..she wasn't wearing anything on her body at all! Grabbing the silk sheets, she pulled then upward to cover her pert breasts. This had made Malfoy laugh as he sat up to look her up and down.

'A little late for modesty, isn't it?' Reaching out, he brushed away a strand of hair from her face.

'After what happened last night, I'd say that the little virgin act is well and truly over now.' Shocked at his words, Hermione practically jumped up from the bed, letting the sheet slip from her now naked body.

'I don't believe you, Malfoy! I should of known this was all game for you! I can't believe I gave myself to you!' The heat from her anger rushed through her body as she glared at him with furious eyes.

Draco had just sat there, his eyes burning with lust.

'I love it when you get angry; I always have.' This had enraged her even more and slightly turned her on.

Turning away from the bed, Hermione walked away trying to find her clothing that had been carelessly discarded the night before. She found her skirt, shoes and slightly ripped top lying scattered all over his room. Realising that her panties had been ripped the night before, she tried to compose herself as much as possible - not once looking at Draco as she got dressed. She never heard him move from his bed and walk up to her from behind. Jumping when she felt his arms wrap round her, she turned around in his embrace to look at him boldly in the face.

'What do you want?' She used her coldest voice and tried not to let her face give away the fact that the feel of him against her was heaven.

'Now, now, Granger don't act dumb. You know very well what I want and don't pretend you're not aching for it as well. I see how your body reacts to mine.' His hands clasped her waist and brought her up against his firm naked body. She had barley been able to see Draco's body the night before. It was dark and she'd been too lost in their passion. But now she could see him, all of him, and she realised how well sculpted he was.

Hogwarts' uniform didn't exactly flatter one's body, and the long black robes that Draco normally wore covered up his muscled torso and his finely toned arms and legs. She could now feel how hard he was, his erection obvious through her heavy skirt. His fingers were running up and down her back, sending shivers through her body and making her lean in toward him slightly. But this time, sense took over and she pushed away from him, giving them both distance.

'We can't do this, Draco, we'd hurt too many people. A Slytherin and a Gryffindor can't be lovers! It's unheard of..besides..' Hermione's cheeks flared at what she was about to say. 'I'm still a little sore.' Amusement was shown on Draco's face, as her words made her blush even more.

'I can be very gentle,' he promised, lifting her closer to him. 'Very, very gentle.' The fact that she wasn't wearing panties made it easy for her to feel his erection gently probing her entrance. Moaning, she leaned into him, desperately trying to hold onto some kind of resistance.

'We can't do this' She barely whispered as he started to undress her once again. 'Lessons start in less than an...' Silencing her with his lips, he picked her up and carried her back to his soft, warm bed.

'Relax, just enjoy this, I'll make you feel great.' It was all she needed to let him slide masterfully into her and take her with him on a whirlwind ride once again..

The water had started to get cold, and it brought her back to the current moment. Stepping out of the shower, she used a drying spell before dressing. Sitting down on her bed, Hermione put her head in her hands and let out a frustrated moan. After they had made love, Draco climbed out of bed a cold expression on his face.

He'd dressed quickly and told her that it was time for their lessons and that she'd better leave and get ready. He had then walked over to the bathroom and closed the door with a loud thud, and she heard the sound of it locking. The next thing she heard was the shower running. She was confused that this was the man who was so tender and loving just ten minutes ago.

She had dressed quickly after Draco walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

A cleansing ritual, she thought miserably as she left his room. I should have known he only wanted a quick lay. What he had said to her struck something deep within Hermione. It rekindled a dormant fire into her incensed eyes.

She'd slept with Draco and had given him her virginity. Now he'd just treated her like "mudblood filth" – an irritating parasite on his skin. She promised herself she would become wiser from this experience. She realised that she'd been a victim for far too long. Gathering her things, she made her way to her first lesson.

No more, she ordered herself. Draco Malfoy, this is my game, now and forever more'