Just One of Those Days

Chapter Twenty-Eight

By ~*~Angel~*~

Last time:

          I nodded, "Right, just a little further…we should almost be there!"  And I was right, we were, and this time, no one stood in our way.

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Draco's POV:

          To my surprise, no one else dared attack us, as a matter of fact, we didn't even see any more Death Eaters at all.  Oh well, didn't bother me in the least, but it did surprise me.  The minute we were out of the Malfoy Manor and off the land, Black Disapparated us all back to Hogwarts, where Dumbledore was eagerly waiting for our return.

          "I see that you're all alright?" he asked, already knowing the answer, a grin on his bearded face.

          Lupin nodded, "Yes Albus, we've rescued Hermione, she's a little shaken, but other then that I think she's okay, right?" he said, looking to her.  She nodded weakly.

          I took her hand, "She's got cuts and bruises all over, I'm taking her to Madame Pomfrey," I stated and then left with Hermione following close behind.  Once we were out of earshot I stopped and pulled her close to me, "Hermione I'm so glad that you're okay…" I told her.

          She seemed surprised but then leaned into me, "You saved my life…" she whispered, I saw a tear fall down her cheek like a shooting star.

          "You saved my life too, twice actually, but that doesn't matter right now…because you're safe now and I promise I won't let anything else happened to you…" I said in a calming tone, stroking her back.  She winced.  "What's wrong?" I asked, now very concerned.

          "I'm just sore that's all…let's go to the nurse, she'll fix me up…" Hermione said, heading in the direction of the infirmary.

          I nodded and followed, no words coming out of my mouth as I caught sight of her back.  I had seen it before but with the situation at hand I hadn't really comprehended what it looked like.  Her shirt was completely torn in parts of the back, giving me a perfect view of all the cuts, blood, and bruises that covered it.  I cringed, I recognized that, I had scars on my back from beatings my father had given me, but for Hermione to go through such a thing…I didn't even want to think about it.  She shouldn't have to have gone through that.  By the looks of it, he just used the normal whip, no spikes or spearheads, which was good.  I remembered those two…they're father's favorites…

          Before I even realized it, we were standing in the doorway to Madame Pomfrey's infirmary, "Come on…" Hermione said, tugging my hand gently.  Once again, I followed.

          Madame Pomfrey looked as if she was expecting us and told Hermione to lie down as she fetched a batch of some kind of potion.  Within a minute or two she was back and told Hermione to drink.  Hermione's nose crinkled at the smell, but then reluctantly drank the foul scented potion in one gulp, "Now lie back and relax, it should only take a few minutes to heal you right up!"  She did.  And closed her eyes.

          I kept thinking about what might have happened if I did something wrong…if I made a wrong move.  Would Hermione still be here?  Lying down on a hospital bed in front of me?  Would I be here to see her?  So many things could have gone wrong, so many of us could have died…I was beginning to get more and more grateful of the fact that I was still breathing…

Harry's POV:

          Draco had just left with Hermione, who was looking very tired and probably in a lot of pain.  I was so glad that she was okay, she was my best friend, aside from Ron, it would have killed me if she died.

          I saw Ron bounding towards us from the other direction, "Is Hermione okay?" he kept asking.

          Dumbledore nodded, "She's fine Mr. Weasley…Mr. Malfoy has just taken her to Madame Pomfrey's…" he explained.

          Sirius growled at Draco's name.  I wish he would just get over what ever grudge he had on Draco and realize that he wasn't playing us all for fools.  I loved Sirius, I really did, he's my godfather and I wanted nothing more then to ditch the Dursleys and live with him.  And of course I couldn't, that being because he's an escape convict, which in this case doesn't matter to me in the least but, I don't think that the Ministry of Magic would appreciate the famous Harry Potter living with the evil Sirius Black, that might not be too good.  So I still lived with the Dursleys, though I continue to use the threat of my godfather when ever necessary.

          Lupin put a hand on his shoulder, "Calm down Padfoot, Draco's obviously shown where his loyalties lie, maybe you should reconsider your opinion on him…"

          Sirius raised his lip in distaste, "I will not, and don't even try convincing me otherwise, the little git is as good as evil if you ask me…"

          "Ah…but you're mistaken my dear friend…" Dumbledore said calmly.  "Young Malfoy has shown that he does not wish to ever serve Lord Voldemort (Ron winced at the sound of his name) and has risked his life to save Hermione Granger, a muggle born witch.  I think that's enough proof, even for you…" he said, looking at him, no longer smiling.  Then his voice became quieter and more serious then before, "After all, all of us get misjudged once and awhile, don't we?" he asked.

          Sirius didn't say anything at first, but finally gritted out, "Fine, I trust him, but that doesn't mean I like him…"

          I smiled, that's the best answer we were gonna get from him and that's all I needed, "Come on Ron, let's go see how Herm's doing!" I said, heading after Draco and Hermione.

          Ron smiled back, "Right, coming!" he sent a nod to the Headmaster, Sirius, and Lupin and then followed me.

          We raced there, me in the lead, but Ron was right behind.  When we got there, we were both out of breath, bending over slightly, with our hands on our knees.

          Draco was sitting a chair, looking at Hermione, who appeared to be sleeping, he saw us and smirked, "Did you two race here?" he asked almost sarcastically.

          "As a matter of fact, we did!" Ron informed him.

          "Who won?" he asked.

          I smiled, "Me," I stated in a kind of cocky tone, grinning at Ron who sent me a look.

          Draco shook his head, then turned serious, "Hermione's asleep, she just finished taking a potion from Madame Pomfrey, you can already see the cuts starting to heal as we speak…" he said, looking at her.

          We walked over, taking a seat next to him.  He was right, her cuts and bruises were starting to go away.  Right now she was looking really peaceful, but then she stirred, and her eyes fluttered open, "Where am I?" she asked, rubbing her head.

          "In the infirmary," I told her. 

          She yawned, "I must have dozed off…I didn't mean too…" she said, still looking around, then at herself.  "That potion works wonders, I was only asleep a few minutes and I already feel better…"

          Draco smiled, "That's good, hey, I'm hungry, want to go get something to eat?" he asked.

          "Dinner should be ready soon, let's just wait until then…" said Ron.

          We all agreed and then decided to head back to the Common Room until then.  The minute we entered, we were bombarded with questions.

          Lavender: "Hermione!  We heard that you were kidnapped by You-Know-Who!  Are you okay?"

          Parvati: "How did you escape?  What happened?  Did they hurt you!?"

          Seamus: "Did you see him?  Did you see You-Know-Who?  What happened?  Where did he take you?"

          Dean: "Draco, what did your dad want?"

          Colin: "You saved her didn't you Harry?  You saved her right?  Can I get a picture of you four?  Please?  Can I?"

          I put my hand up, enough was enough, Hermione did need to be barraged with questions like this, "Stop guys!  We've all had a rough day, let's just leave her be okay?"

          Ginny ran up and hugged Hermione, "Oh Mione!  I thought I'd never see you again!  Ron told me that you were kidnapped!  He said that Harry and Draco were going to save you but I was so scared!" tears were flowing freely from her eyes.  Hermione just embraced her back.

          "I missed you too Gin…" she said quietly, trying not to cry.  Though Ron and I were her best friends, Ginny was right up there too.  She and Hermione had grown quite close through the years and were now most likely like sisters. 

          Once they stopped hugging, Ginny turned to me and to my surprise, kissed me.  Not that I was arguing, but that was slightly unexpected.  When she pulled away, she hit me upside the head, "What was that for?" I asked, holding my now aching head.

          "Don't scare me like that!  You just ran off and didn't tell me where you were going!  I had to find out from Ron!" she said annoyed.

          I smiled, "Yes m'aam…" I said.

          Draco and Ron laughed at my expense, "You two are already like an old married couple!" they told me, still laughing.

          After that everyone seemed to calm down, now seeing Hermione was safe and that we all came back in once piece.  "I'm going to go take a shower and get changed, I'll be back in a few…" she told us as she headed upstairs, closely followed by Ginny, Lavender, and Parvati.

          The rest of us (Me, Ron, Draco, Seamus, Dean, and unfortunately Colin) when up to the boy's dorms, where Neville already was, "Hey guys, I take it everyone's okay?" he asked in a surprisingly calm tone.

          I nodded, "Yeah, everyone's fine, Hermione too…"

          He smiled, "That's good,"

          Dean looked to me, "So what happened Harry?  Who kidnapped Hermione and how did you guys escape You-Know-Who?"

          Colin jumped up, "I bet Harry saved her, didn't you?  You got past You-Know-Who and saved the day! Didn't you?" he asked. 

          I shook my head, "No, actually Draco did…"  Draco looked up in well-hidden astonishment.

          Seamus looked to him, "You did?" he asked in disbelief.

          I answered for him, "Yeah, he showed alotta guts in front of Voldemort himself ("Don't say that name!" everyone except Draco hissed at me).  He managed to trick him and all the Death Eaters and then fight most of them off when we were escaping.  He deserves the credit, not me."

          Draco looked pretty much impassive about the whole thing, then said, "Hermione's the hero, I didn't do anything…"  Now everyone looked thoroughly confused, so he went on, "She fought everyone off, mostly by herself, she tricked Voldemort, she took out all the Death Eaters, she saved my life…"

          I smiled, "Alright, enough questions guys, let's just leave it be okay?" Everyone nodded, I got no arguments, just a sigh of disappointment from Colin.  I went to sit on my bed, Ron followed, "Was what he said true?" he asked me.

          I raised an eyebrow, "What Draco said?" he nodded.  I continued, "Yeah, Hermione jumped right in front of an Avada Kedavra."

          His jaw literally dropped, "She what?" he asked in incredulity, but still trying to keep his voice down, trying not to attract attention.

          I nodded, "Yup, and then did another one of her own spells to block it.  She actually blocked an Avada Kedavra!" I said, still very impressed by the feet.  The only other person to ever survive the killing curse, was, well, me.  And I had the scar to prove it.

          Draco walked over, "Extraordinary girl, that Hermione Granger…" he commented.

          I nodded, "Yeah, she's certainly something, I still can't believe she stopped the killing curse…"

          "Who fired it?" Ron asked.

          "Krum…" I said, noticing how Draco's eyes narrowed at his name.

          "Krum is serving You-Know-Who?" Ron asked.  "Wow…I figured he was bad, after what he tried to do to Herm, but never woulda believed he joined You-Know-Who…"

          "Well believe it, but Sirius took care of him, don't worry, he didn't kill him," I said, seeing the look developing on Ron's face.

          "He should have…" was the last thing Draco said before he walked over to his own bed.

Hermione's POV:

          Ginny made sure the girls didn't bother me while I showered and changed.  I was appreciative of.  Ginny was great, looking after me like that, but I could tell she was just as curious as the other girls to know what happened.

          When I got out of the shower I put my bathrobe on and went looking for a fresh shirt, my other was obviously no good.  Ginny came up from behind me as I searched and tapped me on the shoulder, "Hey Herm?" she asked tentatively.

          "Yeah?" I said, noting the look of concern on her face.

          She had up my old, torn, and beaten shirt.  It was ripped all in the back and had bloodstains everywhere, "What did they do to you?" her voice shook along with her lip.

          I took it from her and smiled reassuringly, "Nothing that Madame Pomfrey couldn't fix…" I didn't want to tell her that Lucius Malfoy beat me with a whip.

          She wouldn't drop it though, as she repeated, "What did they do to you?" she asked more firmly this time.

          I sighed, knowing that she wouldn't stop pursuing the answer, "Lucius Malfoy…he just…he just hurt me a bit, that's all…"

          "How…?" her voice cracked as she barely managed to ask.  I hesitated and she asked, "With what?"

          I looked down at my feet, "A whip…" I suddenly tried to be cheerful, "But it's okay Gin, I'm fine now, Draco and Harry rescued me and I'm fine, I don't have any scars and I'm all better!" I told her again.

          A few tears fell from her eyes, "You're not fine Hermione, you got beat with a whip!  How could that monster do that to you!?" she was crying now and she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me as if I was going to disappear.

          I laughed a little, "Gin, I'm all wet…" I informed her.

          She shook her head, "I don't care, I'm just glad that you're okay!" she said.  And I smiled, she was one of my best friends, along with Harry and Ron, but she was a girl, and that meant so much to me.  Until she came along, I always felt like a third wheel to Harry and Ron, even though they constantly reassured me I wasn't, I was the only girl and they were two guys…it just always felt weird.  But then Ginny came along and we hit it off right away, she was just like my little sister.  It was so nice to have her around.

          Finally she pulled away, wiped her eyes and said, "Sorry, I'll let you get changed…"

          I smiled again, "Thanks Ginny…"

          She nodded and then left me to get dressed.  When I walked over to my four-poster bed, Lavender and Parvati were waiting for me, Ginny trying to shoo them away, "Hi girls…" I said, realizing they weren't going to go away.

          "Hello Hermione!" they said in unison.  Lavender was grinning from ear to ear as she asked slyly, "So Draco saved you?"

          I nodded, "Yes, so did Harry…" I decided to leave out the fact that Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were also apart of my rescue.

          "He really loves you huh?" Parvati asked.

          I nodded again, "I'd like to think so…"

          "And he is sooo hot…" Lavender said more to herself, then to me.

          Ginny was getting fed up, "Go on girls!  Leave Hermione alone!  You have no idea what she's been through!  Go be gossip mongrels somewhere else!" she sounded kind of irritated.  They both scowled and sighed over exaggeratedly, but they did leave.  Thank God.  More like thank Ginny, but it's all the same.  "Come on," she said.  "Let's go have dinner, it should be ready now…"

          "Alright," and with that we went to the Common Room to meet up with Draco, Harry, and Ron.

Draco's POV:

          We were sitting by the open fire, Harry, Ron, and I, waiting for the girls.  Well, actually just Hermione and Ginny, I was hoping Lavender and Parvati would just kinda of leave me alone, they had been swooning over how romantic it was that Harry and I save Hermione.  It was getting a bit irritating.  But soon enough, they emerged from the girls' dorm, Hermione looking much better then she did before.  Her hair was up in a messy, but cute bun, and she was looking refreshed.  She had on a white turtleneck tank top and a pair of jeans.  All and all she looked really very pretty.  Next to her Ginny was smiling tremendously.  I think she was just happy to have Hermione back.  But in that case, who wasn't?

          She came up and hugged me, "Hey, hungry?" she inquired.

          "Starved, let's go," I said, taking her hand and pulling her to the portrait, Harry, Ron, and Ginny following close behind.

          We chatted about this and that on the way down to the Great Hall.  When we got there, many heads turned to see us.  Some surprised, others relived, others (like the Slytherins) didn't care either way.  The enchanted sky looked very nice, cloudy, but you could still see the moon and a few stars shinning brightly.

          As we took a seat, Headmaster Dumbledore stood up to speak, "I would like your attention please…" everyone went silent.  "As some of you may already know, earlier today Miss Hermione Granger was kidnapped by Lucius Malfoy," murmurs went through each table like a brush fire.  Dumbledore raised his hands to silence them.  "She was to be used as a conductor to help raise Lord Voldemort himself.  Yet, through the brave efforts of Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black, she was returned to safety an hour or so ago…" more whispers at the mention of our old DADA teacher and the escape murder.  Dumbledore waited again until it was silent, "As I have said to you countless times before, the Dark Lord is rising and though this was a set back for him, it in no means is going to stop him from his ultimate goal.  You must remember, we are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.  Many in the Ministry of Magic do not wish to believe this, even though the evidence is very clear, but you all have the right to know.  The Dark Lord isn't about to give up, he may have been stopped once, but that doesn't mean he'll impede his efforts.  Hermione was very lucky to still be alive tonight…and in the same, so are you all, any one of you could have been her, and any one of you could still be captured or swayed to the Dark Side.  Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happens to those who were good, kind, and brave, and strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort…" I began recognizing this part of his speech, it was the same as the one back in fourth year…and what Dumbledore said next, caught the attention of many.  "Remember Cedric Diggory…"

          Harry's face was unreadable as the Headmaster sat down.  I knew that Diggory's death had affected him a lot.  Hermione was looking quite poignant, along with Ron.  Not many people had brought up Diggory's name, it caused too many tears.  But Dumbledore was right, Diggory came across the path of Voldemort and was killed, his speech certainly made an impression on many.

          Hermione looked at me, "Come on, I'm not really hungry any more…"  I nodded and followed her.

          "Are you alright…?" I asked after a minute of silent walking.

          She just sort of shrugged, "I will be, but right now I sort of don't want to be with too many people…"

          I took her hand, "Come with me, I know a better place we can go to get away from everyone…not the Common Room…"

          She raised an eyebrow, "Where are we going?" she asked.

          I smiled lightly, "Just follow me!"  And we headed to the Astronomy Tower.  When I was in my fifth year, half way through, I had found a secret passage to an empty room.  I was annoyed, I couldn't remember at what, I think Pansy was pissing me off, but I wanted to get away from her and everyone else.  I had been leaning on the wall and I pounded my fist onto a brick in anger.  To my surprise, the brick lit up and the word, Rictusempra (the tickling charm), appeared on the it.  So I said it, and then, shockingly enough, the brick turned sideways, followed in turn by many others and soon there was a doorway to a very dusty room.  Ever since then, that's where I go when I'm upset.  So I figured, hell, might as well take Hermione there…

          When we reached the location I was looking for, I leaned closer to the brick and whispered, "Rictusempra," at first nothing happened, except well, Hermione giving me a very odd look, but then, sure enough, the bricks turned and created the doorway I was waiting for.  "Come on…" I said, taking her hand.

          She trailed close behind and took in a breath as she was lead into a very elegant and classy room.  It was mostly red, like a rose, a long coach and a few chairs at one end of the room, a four-poster bed at the other, a few tables, a solid oak desk.  It was all very nice.  "Where did you find this place?" she asked as the doorway was heard closing.

          "A long time ago, fifth year…" I said.  She just nodded, still very shocked at what she was seeing.  "In sixth year I discovered that there's a tunnel leading to the kitchen, if you ever get hungry…"

          "This place is amazing…I mean…wow…I can't believe it, this isn't even on Marauder's Map…" she said.

          "Marauder's Map?" I asked.

          "A map Harry has, it's really quite remarkable, I'll have to show it to you sometime…"

          I personally didn't see the big deal about a map, but knowing the stuff that Harry comes across, I'm sure it was something odd… "Do you like it?" I asked.

          She turned to face me, "Yeah, it's bloody beautiful…" her auburn eyes looking into mine.

          "You're beautiful…" I said, kissing her lips.  She kissed me back, gentle at first, because that all either of us wanted, was to be gentle.  I pulled away, gesturing her to the coach, she went with me, no argument at all.  I sat, down, tugging her to sit on my lap.  And once again, she did, no disagreement.  I kissed her again, "I love you Hermione…" I said, stroking her cheek idly with my hand.

          "I love you too…" she replied, bringing her lips once again to mine.  This time though, she wasn't as gentle.  Her tongue was probing at my lips, asking for entrance and I obliged.  With one swift movement her tongue entered my mouth, battling it out with mine.  Her hands became entangled in my hair as mine did hers.  She had such soft hair, I was happy just running my fingers through her silky tresses.  She moaned slightly and I smiled, I liked hearing that noise.  I wanted to hear it again.  My hands left her hair and went to stroke her sides.  She shifted positions, straddling my waist and I could suppress a groan.  My hands gripped her sides a bit harder, but she didn't seem to care.  She was beginning to get braver with her actions as she pulled her lips away from mine and went to my jawbone.  Sending me butterfly kisses all the way up to my ear, where she gave a naughty lick.  Again, I moaned.  For someone so inexperienced, she certainly knew which of my buttons to press.

          It was her turn, I wanted to pleasure her.  I began stroking her sides, gently, but enough where it made her squirm above me.  My hands went up a little more, resting on her ribs, right below her breasts, which I was dieing to touch, but didn't want to move too fast.  "Please…" she begged for me to do things she didn't quite understand.  But I knew and that one little word was all I needed to continue.  My hands cupped her breasts and squeezed them tenderly, like the treasures they were.  She moaned and I think she was trying to say something, but I could catch it because her words were muffled in my hair.  I brought my hands away for only a moment, just to slide them under her shirt, so that way I could touch her properly.  And when my hands came in contact with her soft skin it was like electricity was shooting through my fingertips.  Once again, I cupped her breasts in my hands, feeling her now hard nipples brush against my palms.  She pressed herself against me, wanting more, but too engrossed in pleasure to actually speak the words.  But I had no problems obliging.  In a matter of moments her robes, along with mine where on the floor, her shirt joining them almost instantly.  I began fumbling with the clasp of her bra and she put her hands on mine and helped me get it off. 

          Out of self-consciousness she folded her hands over her bare chest.  "Don't…" I said.  "I want to see all of you…" She still seemed unsure, so I lightly pushed her arms to her side, noting that a blush was creeping onto her cheeks.  I smiled, she was so innocent.  I didn't want her to be nervous, so I quickly set to work and wrapped my lips around her left nipple and began a slow, steady suction.  Small, erratic gasps could be heard from her mouth.  Once I was finished with the left, I moved to the right, showing it the same treatment. 

          After a moment, Hermione pushed me away and whispered seductively, "My turn…" She pulled my shirt over my head and immediately began touching and kissing any bare skin she could find.  It was incredible, her tiny mouth kissed, sucked, licked, and bite anywhere she felt.  Her fingers massage and stroked my sides, my chest, my back, wherever she could reach. 

          "Hermione…" I moaned her name from the back of my throat and she paused to look at me. 

          "Yes…?" she asked in a sweet, singsong voice. 

          "You're amazing…" I told her.  She just smiled and began again, but I pushed her away.  "No, the turnabout is fair play…" I smirked mischievously.

          "I was the turnabout…" she informed me.

          I laughed, "Yeah, well, payback's a bitch…" With that I pushed her onto her back and started with her mouth, kissing her passionately.  Then I began working my way down, past her throat, the crevice between her breasts, then planting a kiss on each nipple, down to her stomach.  I looked up at her and with a grin, I pulled off her pants and shoes all in one swift motion.  Her socks were next, leaving only her in nothing but her red silk panties.

          She looked at me, panting, "You have me at a disadvantage…" she said.  And she was right of course, I was still wearing my pants (I discarded of my shoes awhile ago and I didn't like socks…).

          "You'll have to get over it for now…" I told as I went for her panties, now kneeling in between her open legs.  I pulled them off hastily, wanting to get to my main objective.  Once the horrendous restraints were piled with the rest of her clothes, I turned back to take in her full figure.  I took in a breath at seeing Hermione in the nude.  She was probably the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen.  And I'd seen women, believe me.  I knew what they looked like, I knew what was what.  And Hermione was just amazing…she out-did all the other women I had ever been with.  I looked at her jewel, it was wet and waiting with anticipation and I wasn't about to delay any longer.  I glanced at Hermione, waiting for a nod of approval, I didn't want to rush her.  She nodded promptly, signaling for me to go on.  She wanted this just as much as I did.  Without any further objections, I nearly buried my head into her.  The mere scent of her was driving me crazy.  I lashed out my tongue, looking for the sweet nub that would make her scream in pleasure.  When I found it, I wasn't about to let go.  I began sucking on it the same way I had done her nipples, slow and steady.  But even I couldn't keep this leisurely tempo for long, her screams were enough to make me suck harder and faster then before.  To add to the sensation I probed her opening with two fingers.  She made a guttural sound that told me her climax was building quickly.  And just as I suspected with a few more hard sucks to her nub, she screamed and her body rocked with an orgasm.

           When it was over she lay still for a minute, then sat up to look me in the eye, "I don't want to wait any more," she stated firmly.  And before I realized what she was doing, she had pushed me back and was in the process of pulling off my pants.  I couldn't stop her, not that I was planning on it, but this was a whole new side to Hermione I'd never seen.  I never would have guessed she'd be giving me orders in the mist of sex.  My pants were thrown into an unknown corner of the room.  "Bed.  Now," she ordered.  I didn't argue.  I strode over to the burgundy four-poster bed and lay Hermione down first, then got on top.  "Boxers, take 'em off…" she couldn't help a smile that tugged on her lips.

          "Yes m'aam…" I said eagerly.  I took them off and slowly positioned myself over her.  I turned serious, "Are you sure about this Hermione?" I asked.

          She dodged my question, "Are you still a virgin Draco?" she asked tentatively.            Part of me wanted to lie and say, 'yes of course I am', but I couldn't lie to her, "No Hermione…I'm not…"

          She swallowed, "Have you done this with many girls before…?" now she almost seemed scared of what I would say.

          And the answer was yes.  Truth be told I had laid many girls before, before I met Hermione, I went through girls to try and ignore the feelings I was having for her.  She looked at me, waiting for my answer.  I smiled down at her, "Not with the right one…"

          That seemed to do it, she smiled back at me and then nodded, "Then yes, I'm sure…"

          "Alright, but it'll hurt…" I warned her. 

          "I always knew it would…" she said back.  I didn't take my eyes away from hers as I pushed slowly into her.  I reached the hindrance of her innocence and looked to make sure she wasn't haven't any second thoughts.  She nodded, so with a swift movement I buried myself into her.  She cried out, biting her lip and trying to ignore the tears rolling down her cheek.  I waited, waited for her to get comfortable with me inside.  Her inner walls began to shape to fit me and it was almost unbearable.  But I waited.  When she got her breath back and she started squirming underneath me, I took that as an okay.  Slowly I began to thrust in and out of her, taking my time, knowing that it still must be hurting her a little.  But after a minute or so I couldn't take it any more and by the looks of it, neither could she.  She started bucking her hips in time with my thrusts as I began to pump faster.  Each of us could hear the other gasping and moaning the other's name, but didn't really care.  All we cared about was the pleasure that the other was giving.  I knew her second climax was building, mine was coming fast, but I wanted her to come before me.  And just as I thought that, it happened her walls tightened around me and I could feel her juices against me.  That was all I needed to send me over the edge. 

          "Hermione!" I called out her name on last time as we lie, catching out breath, entangled in each other.  I didn't pull out of her as sleep and exhaustion washed over me.  Before I fell asleep, I kissed Hermione on the cheek and whispered, "I love you…"