So, as usual, thanks for the reviews, I loved them all (:
lizziegurl15 – Haha don't worry your review was long enough as is! Thanks for the positive words :D
Gin-gin06 – No worries, greedy is good. I'm glad you like Cynric, he needs some fans.
Irish Thorn – Lol, so do I but we'll see where their characters take the story. Keep in mind Draco and Hermione got along due to the alcohol!
Enjoy everyone…
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Sunday morning came and went quickly, seeing as Hermione spend it in bed with a pounding headache. She drank much more than she should have with none other than Draco and then both of them proceeded to do rounds together.
It was honestly a miracle they didn't run into any teachers and the kids they did run into were younger and scrammed before they saw Hermione and Draco's state.
Both of them stumbled back into the room at about 1:30 A.M., losing track of time and they both also passed out at the foot of the couch in front of the still roaring fire. At about 5 A.M. Hermione stirred in her sleep and cracked her eyes open, then shut them as her headache registered. Still, she noticed the unusual surroundings in those seconds and it was only after she placed what was going on that she noticed a body close to hers, with an arm around her waist.
She froze but quickly realized that as soon as they came back from rounds they fell asleep and nothing happened. She tried to shift herself out from under his arm without waking him and made it up the stairs and into her bed, wincing with every step she took.
Always the alcohol, always.
She successfully nursed her headache in bed till about 1 P.M. and then decided to take out her books and read.
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Draco had felt Hermione slip out from under his arm but he was too curious to see what she'd do than to let on he was up.
The fact she walked away from him made him groan and rollover, only to fall into her scent. Eventually he fell back asleep on the couch and wished that every time they got along wasn't always due to alcohol.
But she pissed him off, badly. She always had to be right, she always had to bring him down and shit on his life. And she was always right; he was just a bad person.
It's just they couldn't be friends, but there was still something there that couldn't be ignored, no matter how hard they both tried. He began to notice the way she looked and him and ruled out that it was a figment of his imagination because it happened often.
Then again, their friendship seemed unthinkable. They were enemies since they didn't know what hate was, for at eleven years old one can never be held accountable for their actions. They were babies, they really were, but all that stupid drama made her punch him in their third year. And then the reasons for dislike deepened, the war happened and everything, all things around them and involving them, changed drastically.
Maybe the only reason they were even here was because everything happened. Maybe things were meant to happen this way to get to this point.
If they were, their stupid pride sincerely had to get out of the way.
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It was a Wednesday when Hermione's throat started burning and scratching, when her voice grew hoarse and she seemed more tired than usual.
As Hermione always did, she kept going to classes and studying to the fullest, not letting a small cough get to her.
Cynric's class was her favorite; that's the way she thought of it in her head. He seemed to be partial to her and he had no reason not to be.
She'd been helping him for three weeks now and it was nearing October. The weather was getting colder and could be the reason she was feeling more ill by the day.
Hermione, as he'd predicted, turned out to be quite an efficient helper. In their allotted one hour, she got more and more done each week, leaving them more and more time at the end to share some tea and talk.
Hermione loved the arrangement. She got credit for being there and also got to see her grades days before anyone else did. They were always stellar but then again, nothing less would be acceptable to her.
When 7 o'clock came around that Saturday, Hermione chose light boyfriend capris and a tight deep red v-neck camisole. She had on her usual make up but her curls were relaxed, and the change let sensuality roll off of her in waves.
Draco kept in his groan when she passed him in the common room and waved a short bye.
They'd been on semi-pleasant terms the past few weeks, but nothing as friendly as the last time they drank together. He always wondered where she left for on these Saturday evenings, but she never offered an explanation and he wasn't going to let on that he cared. It was very un-Draco to care.
Pansy and Blaise were so wrapped up in themselves that they currently didn't even realize something was off about him; he had emotion in his eyes.
Unfortunately, Theodore Nott had noticed something was off but knew better than to try and bring it up with Draco. Instead he tried to place the change silently, in his own mind, because it was more entertaining than watching Pansy and Blaise in the Slytherin common room.
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"You know, it's been so long since I've actually been in the Muggle world but I've still seen all those movies you mentioned," Cynric chuckled over his cup of hot tea, finishing it off.
"Which one was your favorite then?" Hermione challenged, mentally quizzing him to see if he was lying.
Cynric turned out to be a Muggle culture lover but sometimes he was still lost on some inventions. Like the toaster for example.
"Arthur? I think that's what it was called. It was a fascinating concept. Choosing love over money."
Immediately Hermione's mind flashed to Draco, the Pureblood with the fortune, and she frowned at herself.
"What's wrong?" Cynric asked, noticing her face.
"Oh no nothing, sorry," she immediately brightened. "I think it's a wonderful concept. It shouldn't even really be a choice."
"Explain," Cynric said, leaning forward and towards her on the couch.
"Well, to me, it sounds like whether you're choosing happiness or money. Why would you want to have money if you can't be happy with it? Why wouldn't you want happiness at any cost?"
"You're fascinating," he said.
"It's really just an observation, I mean – "
But her next thought was cut off by a pair of lips crashing down on her own.
Hermione sat back, shock written on her face. It was surprising to think but her brain didn't stop functioning, instead it worked faster. Wrong, it thought. Wrong. Get out of here. Draco. Draco.
Just like that, the name that infuriated her made her lean in again, to her own surprise, and let the man control her.
Cynric's hands roamed her slim waist, her hips, then back up and rounded over her breasts, exploding out of her low cut v-neck shirt.
She really was asking for it, dressing like this to every meeting, she reminded herself. She'd thought about this and didn't really ever come to a conclusion about her feelings but now it felt to good to stop.
Not breaking the kiss, she pulled into his lap, and straddled it. Cynric groaned in pleasure at the contact and started massaging her breasts, pulling off her shirt and getting rid of her bra.
When her moans were getting the best of her, he paused his kiss for a second to see her face and saw the same thing Draco always did. Flushed, adorable, sexy, orgasmic cheeks.
He continued to suck on her neck and when he found her pulse point she let out a small whimper and slid her hands under his black shirt.
She felt the ripple of muscles and immediately pulled it off over his head to get a better look.
Hermione let out another short whimper at the sight of him and he grinned before puling her in for another kiss. She let herself be placed gingerly on the couch, and as her head hit the pillow she felt his arousal against her stomach.
The warmth flooded through her entire body and they both stopped. Cynric looked at her and his pale green eyes clouded over with lust when Hermione started to work on his zipper.
He slid off her pants in less time than it took her to open his and felt her core through her panties.
"So wet," he managed before she bucked against his hand, silently begging for more.
"Stop teasing me," she said through gritted teeth and immediately felt relief as his fingers sank into her.
"Oh sweet Merlin," she breathed and as his pace increased and soon the sounds she was making were becoming more and more frantic. His thumb circled her clit and she came within moments, trying desperately to catch her breath.
She began pulling of his pants and he looked at her, for a sign to continue. She leaned in and kissed his neck, sucked on it and pulled him fully on top of her. Cynric set himself up at her entrance and pushed in, gaining a gasp and a shudder from Hermione before her hips were flying up to meet his thrusts.
A/N: Bad Hermione. Well, I need more reviews for sneak peeks guys so don't hesitate to leave a comment. Thanks! I'll be updating soon (: