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Poor Draco's been patient and needs some release.

Innerhouse Relations

Chapter 11

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Tiffany and Nate followed close behind Professor Granger and Counselor Kyle. Hiding under the cover of darkness and between cabin buildings, they watched as the two entered a large building with a sign that read auditorium.

"What do we do now?" Nate asked knowing it was impossible to follow without being seen. Tiffany looked around and then pointed at the passageway that led to the back of the building.

"This way," she said and Nate was a little shocked when she grabbed his hand. They came to a door that read 'stage entrance' and she tried the knob. To both their surprise, it opened and they entered hearing the voices of their prey inside, then closed the door back as gently as possible.

They came up on stage left and peeked around the curtain to see the professor climbing up the stage.

"Is it okay if I look in the back?" she asked and Kyle laughed.

"Of course, I'll show you around." he answered. Tiffany gagged at his obvious flirting, and Nate pulled her away before they saw her. They stood in she shadows looking for somewhere to hide. Finally Nate pointed to a closet. She nodded and he pulled her in, quietly shutting the door, as the professors foot falls came closer.

There was only enough room in this closet to fit maybe three people and they both backed up to the wall as Kyle approached.

"This is one of the many prop closets," he began and the two students watched as his shadow appeared on the grey window, "We don't keep anything in this one due to the broken knob that Terry wont get fixed," He said, putting his hand on the knob and they held their breath, "some times it works, and most of the time, "he jiggled the handle and it wouldn't budge, "it doesn't."

They let out a sigh as Kyle and Hermione walked away. Nate was backed against the wall, and Tiffany was backed against him and they stayed that way until they couldn't make out the voices anymore.

Tiffany finally pulled away and Nate adjusted himself glad that she moved just in time. She put her ear to the door then looked up at Nate.

"Come on, we can hear them from here," she whispered and he pressed his ear to the door as well.

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Hermione had gone with her gut instinct upon meeting Kyle. He was gorgeous, not that that was her type or anything. As it had been established earlier, she had no specifics for a man. But one thing was for sure, she found him attractive. It had taken her only a few seconds to decide that this would be the first time that she openly approached someone she thought was good looking.

Kyle was good looking, true, and indeed he was kind, but Hermione wasn't stupid when it came to pompous guys who think they're a heaven send. After all she'd been friends with two of them for years. So she kindly explained to Kyle that she wasn't looking for a relationship at the moment and surprisingly he'd laughed, immediately turned off his overbearing charm and launched into friends mode telling her that it was a shame she'd caught on so fast and that he'd heard she was smart but he couldn't resist giving it a try when he saw how good she looked.

Hermione sat on the edge of the stage trying to find the words to say, but she didn't know how to take such a confession. She was just thinking that this guy probably had less shame than Draco when he vindicated that by sighing and announcing that she would have been an excellent lay. For some reason the way he said it made her laugh. Hermione decided that she would really write out some criteria tonight and a guy who could make her laugh in awkward situations would be at the top of the list.

Kyle was unbelievably easy to talk to as she'd realized over the coming hours that they spent discussing Shakespeare and Hogwarts and the Ministry. Hermione sighed. Figures a good man like him would be the type to never settle.

Hermione looked up at the clock on the wall and realized they'd been out for quite some time and should be calling it a night.

Nate sighed when finally Professor Granger and Kyle left the auditorium. He and Tiffany leaned against opposite walls with sighs.

"I guess it was a waste of time," Tiffany said. "Professor Granger saw right through him."

"Better safe than sorry," Nate replied, trying to stretch his stiff limbs.

"My body's sore too," she said watching his movements, "lets get out of here," she said reaching for the knob.

And of course! You guessed it, they were trapped. (One little cliché can't hurt)

They shared a disgruntled groan and proceeded to pound on the door, but their only means of rescue were already on their way to bed.

"So what's up with you and the blonde guy?" Kyle asked as he walked Hermione back to her cabin after they'd chatted for a few hours.

"Yes well," She began trying to classify what he was to her, "old school mates, never really friends. Now we teach at Hogwarts together and I've found that he's not a bad guy after all." she tried, but that still didn't sound right.

"So you're saying you like him," Kyle confirmed nodding his head.

"No! What?" Hermione defended. "We're just friends now," her blush gave her away.

"Oh," Kyle laughed, "well I hope you haven't told him that," he said and Hermione looked up at him guiltily and confused. He looked at her dumfounded, then laughed again.

"What's wrong with that?" she asked annoyed.

"No, nothing," he said calming his laughter.

Kyle looked down at this girl, unable to believe that she'd caught him in his act so quickly, but couldn't tell that the blonde had wanted to kill him for taking her away from him tonight. Hell, she wasn't even aware that she was smitten with the guy. How stupid could two people be really? She'd probably crushed that guys chances the moment 'friend' slipped out of her pretty little mouth. And here she was, so plainly waiting for a confession that she'd never get until she took the ban off of the guy by admitting that she liked him first.

"Draco, was it?" Kyle began, "Yes, well he didn't seem all that nice when I met him," he said.

"Yeah, he can be an ass," she sighed.

"But you consider him a friend?" he continued and she thought that over.

"Well, he's nice to me, most of the time." she shrugged.

"Have you ever wondered why?" Kyle pressed.

"I think he's all around a genuinely nice person, but he doesn't get the chance to show it you know," she began, "But now that we work together, we've gotten the chance to get to know one another. I guess he knows that we're friends now and so he can be himself." she said.

Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose. What kind of deluded explanation was that? The obvious answer was that the guy likes you, but it was like she was trying to rule out that possibility at all coasts by reiterating that he was just being a friend. He wanted to knock some sense into her.

They reached the cabin door and he smiled at her. Maybe he could help her get the message by pushing this Draco guy's buttons. Camp always got so boring now and again. He was looking forward to some entertainment.

"See ya," he said cheerfully as Hermione walked into the cabin and waved Kyle goodbye before closing the door. When she turned around, Draco had just emerged from the bathroom fresh out of the shower in nothing but a towel. He shot her a glare before continuing into the room.

Hermione stood there in shock for a moment, what was that look for? Had she done something wrong? She followed him into the room and hopped on her bed watching him go through his bag with his back to her.

"Have fun?" he asked harshly and she was taken aback by the tone. Automatically she went on the defensive.

"Loads," she said and he stopped what he was doing momentarily before continuing. He pulled out is boxer briefs and let the towel fall to the floor. Hermione blushed and turned away from his stunning figure.

"What did you do?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Talked," she answered. And peeked at him to see that he now had his boxers on and was standing facing her.

"About?" he continued, clenching his fists.

"A lot of things," she answered, feeling like she was being attacked. He took a few calming breaths, realizing that he wasn't going to get anywhere with her by being angry.

"The other councilors were saying he was a womanizer is all," he said. It wasn't word for word, but that was the insinuation.

"I can take care of myself," she spat, still angry with his earlier demeanor, "What do you care? If I'd gotten raped, you'd probably make it my fault, saying that I obviously wanted it or something. That I was begging for it and he knew I liked it," she murmured. "Besides, I can be with who I want." She had no idea why that had just come out of her mouth. He'd been worried about her. Still she felt angry that he hadn't come after her knowing what Kyle wanted. Then he had the nerve to tell her off like a child when she returned. If he thought the guy was so bad, he could have done something about it.

"You're right," he began as he pushed her down on the bed and forced his way between her legs. "You're always begging for it aren't you?"

"Stop!" Hermione yelled trying to push him off and he pinned her down.

He'd spent hours waiting for her and letting his imagination get the better of him. Thinking of what she could be doing with that prat Kyle.

"Why should I?" he asked angrily, "If you're just going to give it to anyone, I may as well be the first in a long line." he began then smiled down at her darkly, "We'll bring that sex dream of yours to life." he said holding both her hands in one of his own, pulling down her pants. Hermione's heart raced at the thought.

Draco wanted to claim her as his alone.

He should never have watched her getting undressed yesterday and played that stupid game with her. Or let her sleep in his bed last night. And for the love of god, what had he been thinking to have felt her up this morning?

Forget the recent stuff. His first mistake was giving in to his pent up desires and pushing her against that wall in Hogsmead. Letting her tell him about that dream, making him wonder about the rest of it every night since. Not controlling his flirting that night in his room before the trip.

He had just been begging for this to happen. Teasing himself to the point that there was no way he could stop now. He was to angry and frustrated to think about what he was doing, let alone stop himself for the hundredth time since he started working at Hogwarts.

Hermione was having a panic attack. He kissed her neck and her mouth still pulling at her jeans. She tried to pull free but she couldn't. She kicked and struggled but he was solid. He got her pants down her thighs and she realized that she didn't want him to stop. It was just like her dream, he was forcing himself on her and here she was getting excited.

"Tell me what I did after I got your pants down?" he asked in her ear and she couldn't speak. "I guess I'll make it up as I go along then," he said, and let his hand slide between her legs. She moaned and arched up as his fingers slid inside of her.

He wanted to smile at the moistness but it just pissed him off even more that she only reacted this way to him when he was practically raping her. He wanted her to come to him. If he did this now he would regret it later and he knew it. If he did this now, she would never know if she liked him or if it was just because of their sexual encounters. He looked down at her panting. Her body moving under him, enjoying his touch. Oh god, he wanted to do this now.

But he didn't want to have to force himself on her like this to have sex with her. He wanted them to have a real relationship. It wasn't about her body. Well no, it was absolutely about her body. But it was more so, about her as a whole and he wanted all of her. When did he become such a romantic?

He kissed her, hard and hungrily, while painfully and slowly removing his hand from her.

Painful and slow for the both of them. Then he pulled away with a sharp ache in his nether region. She lay panting, looking up at him with lust filled eyes dilated, and he had to get away from her before he couldn't resist. Apparently, he still had some sense and just a smidgen of restraint left.

"I'm sorry," he said in a strained voice and she couldn't register his words. All she could focus on was the thickness of him, restricted by his boxers, in front of her. He turned away, pulling the blanket and pillow from his bed and retreating to the couch.

Hermione watched him go in shock. What had they been arguing about again? It didn't seem to matter. All she knew was that she'd enjoyed every bit of the result of that row, and wished that he'd come back and finish what he'd started. She wanted to, but couldn't go out there and throw herself at him. Well, she could. But it was most certainly against her better judgment, so chose not to.

She sighed. Suddenly she felt so dirty. She got up from the bed and when her legs resumed functioning she headed straight for the shower. She had never masturbated. Never needed too, but tonight felt like as good a time as ever to try.

Draco made a cozy little bed for himself on the couch and snuggled in, trying to tune out the running water of the shower and what he could assume she was doing in there. He imagined her hands running over her-

He had to stop. He wasn't helping his situation at all. He got up from the couch and decided he'd go for a walk. As he was going to the room to put some clothes on he heard a curious sound coming from the bathroom and put his ear to the door. There was no mistaking the sounds her voice was making.

He tried to pull himself away from the door. He wasn't going to have sex with her, he remembered firmly. It was decided. He was going to go for a walk and not think about this, he told himself. He heard her voice let out a sound of pleasure. He was going to stop listening at this door. He rested his forehead against the frame, then stood up straight. He turned away from the door determined to walk away…

"Fuck," he sighed turning back and opened the door to the bathroom. Hermione stood there in all her glory, shocked but not bothering to shield herself from him.

"Fuck," he berated himself again, shaking his head disapprovingly at his own actions as he pulled down his boxers and watched as Hermione took him in. he stepped into the water and kissed her.

"Damn it," he said and turned her around so her back was to him. No sex. No sex. He promised himself as he slid his fingers into her again and she rubbed herself against him. He wouldn't have intercourse with her, but it didn't mean he couldn't satisfy her by other means.

Hermione gasped as he moved his hand inside of her. He bit her shoulder and caressed her breast with his free hand. She knew that she was doing something wrong, but couldn't bring herself to figure out what it was at the moment. He groaned in her ear before he bit it and she didn't care what it was that she was missing, she wanted this to go on forever.

Draco leaned against the wall, pulling Hermione closer and tried to concentrate on her. He wanted to put it in her so bad… he leaned his head back on tiled wall and tried not to think about how good it would feel to be inside of her, which only made him think about it more. He bit his lip, he couldn't give in. When the two main characters have sex, it's always the end of the story. Either they get together after that, or they…

He wasn't ready to mess up their relationship. Well what they were doing now may cause some problems in the future, he was sure. But when they had sex, it would be mutual and well established that they liked each other. If he put it in her right now they'd be fuck buddies. She pushed herself against him again and he almost didn't mind.

No sex, he reminded himself, when her moaning became frantic and she lifted her arms to circle his neck and fist his hair. He worked his hand over her sensitive flesh. This was more than good enough right now.

Hermione cried out when his hand moved faster. He sucked her neck and his other hand rubbed up and down her body, stopping on her breast and pinching her nipple. With that simple added pleasure she was suddenly spinning with ecstasy.

Draco stood still as she slowly rubbed against him while releasing. He had to get out of here it became to much. He pulled her to him tight so she'd stop moving, then rinsed his hands in the water before pulling her away from him and stepping out of the shower.

She looked at him as he picked up his boxers and cracked the door open. Before he could get fully out of the bathroom she addressed him.

"Draco," she said and he turned around to face her, "You're dripping water everywhere," she smiled and tossed him her towel before closing the curtain, lathering her washcloth and washing up.

He caught the towel in shock. That wasn't the reaction he had been expecting. More crying and self loathing, would have helped. But he wasn't complaining. He smiled and toweled himself off a bit before heading to the room.

Hermione heard him leave the bathroom and smiled. She couldn't believe she'd just let him do that. But she was strangely happy. Infact she was ecstatic. Even the thought of Rebecca and what she would be feeling, didn't snub out the giddy feelings she had.

He was a two timing dirty snake she thought, but found herself smiling about it. She knew that he didn't like her and that it was nothing but a sexual attraction between adults that had occurred just now and she wasn't even feeling like a dirty tramp for giving into her feelings. She had some serious problems, she decided, but she wasn't about to work herself up in a frenzy about it right now, when she knew that inevitably, the weight of her actions would come crashing down on her later. They always did.

Right now she just wanted to bask in this incredible feeling. She didn't want to lie to herself anymore, and the truth was that whether she was sure that she wanted to be with him or not, she liked being close to Draco. And that, although she didn't know what she was looking for in a man, he didn't run her away like the others, so he must possess some of what she didn't know she wanted.

Even if it was only the result of sexual tension and sharing a room, she decided that she didn't mind it, and if possible she wanted to feel this way again. Like she was wanted. She laughed, if only he did like her, maybe she could learn to like him too.

Draco put some clothes on and headed out for a walk as was previously planned. He needed to cool off. Her reaction to their sexcapades was confusing him. It was almost like she liked him. Letting her womanly needs be met by him in the spur of the moment was one thing. But to smile at him after the spur of the moment had passed and logical thinking was again at hand, well, that was just… not Granger. He was pretty sure that that had been the reaction of a woman who had no regrets about their sexual encounter.

Maybe he would just drop his pride and tell her that she was Rebecca. He shook his head at the thought. He couldn't just come out and say it like that. He ran a hand through his hair, either way it was time for him to fess up.

Draco walked around in the cold for a while longer then finally returned to the cabin to see that his blanket and pillow were no longer on the couch. He entered the room to find Granger sleeping in his bed. She'd left enough space for him to climb in.

"You trying to kill me?" he whispered raking a hand through his hair. Then sighed as he pulled off his clothes and got in beside her. She snuggled up to him and her warmth felt good on his cold skin. This was their last night at the camp and he supposed he could put up with the pain of resistance to savor it.

Nate stood against the wall, his body aching and his head pounding. They kept checking the door periodically but as of yet it didn't want to open.

"The damn thing came open so easily," he murmured. Tiffany scoffed and he shot her a glare that he was sure she couldn't see because all the lights had gone out at some point.

"Come here Jensen," she said and he felt her hands on his shoulders. She led him to the back wall then pushed down on his shoulders. "sit," she commanded.

"What for," he asked not liking being referred to like a dog.

"We're both tired of standing so lets utilize space and get comfortable." She began, then pushed his shoulders again. "Now, sit."

"Woof," he answered and slid down the wall.

"Good boy," she patted his head and he swatted her hand. "now," she continued and trailed her hands down his shoulders and arms to his hands. She lifted them up and placed them on her hips.

He sent her a questioning look, then remembered that she couldn't see him. But as if she knew, she answered his unspoken question.

"Hold me so I don't fall backward on you." she said and his hands slid across her stomach as she spun around. Then she put her hand on his indicating he should hold her tighter, as she lowered herself into a sitting position between his legs.

She leaned back against him and sighed.

"That's much better," she said.

"Why do I have to be the human pillow?" he asked putting his hands down at his sides, not knowing what else to do with them.

"Easy," she started, "you don't have boobs to crush," she answered.

"Right," he began, "But neither do you," He laughed and she swatted his arm.

"Well then," she started after his laughter settled, "because you're supposed to be a gentleman and not want me to be uncomfortable." she sighed.

"I'll accept that," he said, "What girl wouldn't want to cuddle up with this anyway?"

She scoffed. "That's right," she said sarcastically taking his hands and wrapping them around herself, "you're such a prize, I can hardly resist."

And then silence fell. Nate tried not to think of the situation.

"How long do you think we'll be in here?" he asked.

"The drama club will come in first thing in the morning after breakfast, so I think a good eight or nine hours from now." she said yawning.

He wanted to distract himself, but now he was thinking of the possibilities of nine hours with no interruptions.

"Do you mind?" she said scooting away from him a bit. "I don't know what you're thinking, but stop it."

Nate blushed.

"It happens okay," he said.

"Yeah well don't let it happen against me," she said.

"I can't guarantee anything but I'll try." He laughed.

"It's not funny Jensen," she said, "If you don't calm down, we may end up doing something stupid."

"Well you're certainly not helping by saying things like that, now are you?" he answered.

"Do you want to do something stupid?" she asked seductively, leaning back again.

"Why? Are you offering, Davis?" he asked his heart beating faster. She laughed.

"I'm going to get some sleep," she said, "You should get some too Jensen."

He bit his lip to stop from telling her how unfair that had been. Instead he sighed.

"Woof," he said.

"Good boy," She laughed, reaching up and patting his head.

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