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XI. Sweet Surrender

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Hermione lowered herself into the tub and felt instantly better at the water rushing over her tired body. Only once before since she had been here had she bathed—when she was covered from head to toe in Draco's blood. It was just so much work for the servants to bring in the tub, fill it with the scalding water and then afterwards take it all away. She didn't want to trouble the servants that much but was glad to have the bath to relax her body and mind and give her time to think about her feelings towards the blond wizard that, until the Potion Project, had been her rival.

She knew that it was wrong of her to think about Draco Malfoy this way, that she had been staring at his mouth all through breakfast, lunch and dinner, wondering how he would react if she jumped across the table and straddled him and…bad Hermione!

Gods, she had never really noticed how handsome he was. He had a nice body, very nice. He had a defined six pack, she wanted to lick and kiss every part of his aristocratic body and memorise every part of it.

And besides his body, his kisses were amazing; they turned her on to the point that she was practically begging him to take her.

He was spoiled rotten and he was egotistical, sneering, bigoted, cynical, annoying and many other adjectives that could describe his complex personality, but lately he had been a bit caring towards her. He seemed to like it here, wherever—whenever—they were and as the days went on more and more, she liked it more as well. She supposed it was because there really weren't many people that she missed. She wasn't popular or anything and her parents—the only family she had—had been killed during the war. She thought that that was why Draco liked it better here as well. When he hadn't been able to kill Dumbledore, Voldemort had killed his mother in cold blood right in front of him. Draco had ran off, not to be seen again until after the war was over—after his father had died in Azkaban.

Hermione dunked further into the water that was now getting a bit cold. She decided to shut her brain off and wash herself before she would have to ask the servants to bring more water.

She set to cleansing herself with the rose-scented cake of soap. When she reached her hair, she felt hands on hers. She turned sharply to see Draco behind her with dark eyes. He slowly took the cake of soap from her hand as he stared into her eyes. Her gaze was suddenly riveted to his lips as he licked them deliberately.

He cleared his throat. "Do you need some help?" he asked with a husky voice. Hermione couldn't think, let alone speak. Draco was kneeling behind her and offering to bathe her in their room. Their room. It was so strange to her that they would have a room.

She turned around suddenly and nodded. "Yes," she said. She had to look away from him or she would drag him into this bath with her.

His hands started moving in her hair. He told her to lean back a little to get her hair wet and then brought the soap against it, again and again. He lathered the soap into her hair, giving her a massage at the same time and Hermione almost moaned. She hadn't really realised that she was naked and strangely didn't care if he saw her that way; he would probably see a lot more of it in the near future.

She silently thanked Lavender for teaching her a spell in fourth year that permanently rid the body of unwanted hair on the body. She had done that to this body the last time she had taken a bath. She never had to shave again and she was extremely grateful as it seemed that there were no razors in this time period. Of course, Draco had one for his face but he only needed to shave once a week due to his hair being so fine.

"Lean back again, Hermione." Hermione shivered at the use of her first name and did as he commanded. As all sound left her world when she ducked under the water, she looked up into his eyes and didn't have to hear him to tell that he was breathing heavily. His nostrils were flaring slightly with the deep breaths and his mouth was parted as he looked into her eyes and ran his fingers through her hair, freeing it of all of the suds.

She didn't have to hear him as he intentionally, so she read his lips, said: "You're beautiful," to which she blushed and shook her head. He tugged her head up, signalling that he was finished rinsing it. She rose up and turned her face away from his to hide the embarrassing blush at being called beautiful. Gods, not even Harry had told her she was beautiful.

He moved from behind her to her side to look into her eyes. "Hermione," he said softly to get her attention. She turned to him and he cupped her face in his right hand. "I never got to thank you properly," he said, holding his eyes steadily with her.

"For what?" she asked.

"For saving my life," he said.

Hermione closed her eyes. "What else was I supposed to do, let you die?"

"You would have a few years ago," he said.

Hermione opened her eyes and stared at him. "No, I wouldn't have. In third year when Buckbeak attacked you, I held the gate open so you could get to the hospital wing and get healed."

Draco smirked. "Well, thank you for that as well."

Hermione smiled. "You're welcome," she said. "Besides, all of that's in the past anyway."

"Correction, we're in the past. That's all in the future."

Hermione slapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Arrogant, conceited—"

Draco stopped her words as he finally moved towards her to kiss her.

Hermione immediately gave into him. She grabbed his hair in her hand and pulled his face towards hers.

Slowly, Draco nudged her up to stand in the shallow pool of water. When she was standing he pulled away and quickly took in the sight of her naked body. Hermione blushed again at the look of appreciation in his eyes. He pulled her close to his body, letting the water soak into his clothes. He looked down at her as she played with one of his buttons on his shirt—ultimately popping it open—and smiled.

"I don't know why I want you like this all of a sudden," he said.

She looked up at him. "I don't know either. Nothing's changed except where we are."

"When," Draco corrected. "Can I confess something to you?" he asked after a moment and Hermione nodded. "When we were working on the potion, I—I thought about you once in a while. I would have dreams about you."

Hermione asked the inevitable. "What kind of dreams?"

"Throwing the potion and all of the ingredients to the floor and fucking you on the table," he said nonchalantly. "But every time I woke up, I would castigate myself for thinking of that." Draco noticed that Hermione had turned red. "What?"

"We've—um…shared similar fantasies," she mumbled quietly.

Draco smirked. "Really?"

"Yeah," she smiled demurely, now playing with the third button—the first two already open.

"Have you had any other fantasies starring me?" he asked curiously.

She nodded shyly. "Sometimes—" Third button was open. "—when I was having sex with Harry, I would get a picture of you—" Fourth button. "—in my head and I couldn't very well just tell—" Fifth button. "—Harry to stop, so it would be like I was shagging—" Sixth button. "—You."

"I see," Draco said. "So you've wanted me far longer than you've let on."

"No, I hated myself for thinking of you that way." She undid the last button and pushed the shirt off of his shoulders. "It was only after the trial though."

"And what about now?" he asked.

"Now?" she asked with a smile. She ran her hands over his smooth chest and softly kissed his neck. "Now I want you, and I don't care if Harry himself walks through that door, I want you tonight."

"Then you'll have me," he said, lifting her from the tub. She shivered. "You're freezing," Draco noticed, then he smiled. "I guess I'll just have to warm you up."

Hermione laughed and walked over to the bed with Draco in tow. When they were next to the bed, they both smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to proceed. Hermione finally took action and pushed him backwards onto the bed. Draco smirked. "You like being dominant?" he asked.

Hermione scolded him with a slap to his healed shoulder. "Move over there," she told him. He did as she commanded, moving to the centre of the bed and lying back against the pillows.

"Now what, luv?" he asked with a sultry smile, looking over her body.

"Take off your pants," she told him. Draco quickly stripped himself of his pants, showing Hermione exactly what effect she had on him. Draco laughed at Hermione's appreciative look.

She was on top of him then, straddling his lower stomach as she leaned to kiss him. Draco moaned as he put his hands on her bottom. Hermione decided that she would play out the fantasy that she had been thinking about earlier; she wanted to get more closely acquainted with his abs. She moved her kisses down his neck, lightly sucking on his Adam's apple and he groaned. Her lips trailed lower, down his chest and finally to his six pack that she was so attracted to.

"Hermione," Draco whined and Hermione smiled against his muscles as he used her first name again.

"Patience, Draco, or I'll tie you up," she said as she went back to nibbling his flesh.

"Do you have a stomach fetish?" he asked. He wasn't angry, just impatient. He didn't even remember the last time he had had sex. Pansy had been angry with him for the week before the potion blew up and he had been denied sex since then. Of course, Pansy had pretended that they were still shagging to brag to everyone that she had Draco Malfoy. Amazingly, Pansy, up until today, was the only girl that Draco had ever been with.

But why was he thinking about Pansy when he had this beautiful witch attacking his stomach with gusto?

"I like guys who take care of themselves," Hermione answered. Draco thought that it was funny, though. This wasn't his body, he was not the one to get it into this shape. His own body was close but not nearly as defined. He thought suddenly if it was just past Hermione's body that was this beautiful. What if present-time Hermione was fat and had no breasts under her robes?

Think about that later, he told himself. When you're not about to be shagged. Her lips were sending little shivers of arousal through him and he was harder than he could ever remember being.

"Okay," Hermione said and sat up. She flopped down next to him and ran a hand through her drying, unruly locks.

"Okay?" Draco asked. He thought she wanted to be dominant, be on top.

"Okay," she said breathlessly and leaned over to him. "Take me."

He groaned, he had wanted her on top. "Why don't you take me?" he asked.

Hermione turned her face sharply to his. "Huh?"

"You heard me. Ride me, Hermione."

"What?" she asked.

Draco was confused on why she was so confused. "You can have sex like that, Granger," he said as a joke and then grimaced as he realised that he had used her surname.

"You can?" she asked, apparently not angry with him for calling her Granger. Gods! She didn't know that one could have sex like that.

"Didn't you and Potter ever have sex with you on top?" Draco asked. She shook her head. Draco groaned again. He was so hard he didn't think he could go another minute without being inside her. He rolled over on top of her. "I guess I'll have to show you then," he said as he thrust into her.

She gasped aloud at the surprise of him entering her but then moaned and wrapped her hands around his neck.

Draco entered her quickly three times before suddenly flipping them over. Hermione just stared at him, giving him a look that said: "What now?" He put his hands on her hips and moved them up a little, letting gravity pull them back down. He looked into her wide eyes and laughed. "Just do what I say," he said and she nodded. "Let go of my neck and sit up."

Hermione did as he commanded. She sat up and felt him go deeper than Harry ever had. She felt his strong hands on her hips again as he said "Move," and guided her hips into a rhythm that soon had them both moaning wantonly.

Hermione's hands were on his chest and she looked into his eyes and had an epiphany. She realised in his grey gaze that she was having sex with Draco Malfoy. He wanted her. The most handsome, rich and eligible wizard in the world wanted her, and cared—even if it was just a little bit and tenuous—about her. As she looked into his eyes and realised this, she came with a soft cry. Draco quickly flipped them over and thrust into her a half-dozen more times before he came.

He collapsed breathless on top of Hermione and before he could regain his breathing, she asked softly, "Draco?"

He took a deep breath. "What?" he asked, still breathing heavily from their sexual workout.

"Do you think…" she stopped as she took a deep breath. "…that we will want each other…like this…when we get back home?"

Draco stared at her neck as he thought about the question. It wasn't just her body that aroused him. It was her mind and her ability to cope with situations without panicking—he would have been dead if she would have panicked. So yes, he believed that he would want her when they returned back to their time period.

But he was different there than he was here. For example, the tattoo that caused him to once attempt to kill an old man was on the arm of his body there. Pansy got some kinky thrill from it being there. Hermione would probably run away, remembering who he had been.

Draco lifted himself off of her and looked into her questioning caramel eyes. "I don't know, Hermione. I really don't know."

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He slumped forward as his seed flowed into the girl below him.

"Harry," she cried softly as she followed him into oblivion.

As soon as Harry's mind was clear of testosterone be moved quickly away from Parkinson. She was lying on the bench of the carriage with a look of pure bliss on her face.

Harry turned red in embarrassment and anger as he pulled up his pants and quickly buttoned them.

"You raped me!" he screamed.

Pansy looked over at his face and smirked. "You were on top," she reasoned.

Harry's mouth opened and closed. "You—you tricked me!"

"That I did, but wasn't it just wonderful?" Pansy said. She was still fully clothed, Harry had merely pulled up her skirts and thrust in. She had said that he couldn't shag as well as Malfoy either and he had been so angry he had to prove her wrong, especially after he found out that he was a bit smaller than the git.

"No, it wasn't, you tricked me and I—I—I'm going to sleep. Gods, how am I supposed to explain this to Hermione?" Harry asked himself as he hit his head against the wall.

"Don't tell her," Pansy said and stood up. "What she doesn't know won't hurt her."

"Yes, but it would hurt me. I don't think I could bear being with her and knowing that I've shagged you."

"Well, you've still got a couple of weeks, at least, before you see her. You've got some time to think about it," she said and lay back down. "Just tell me if you want to go for round two…or three," she smirked.

"No, Parkinson, never again!"

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