do my eyes deceive me or do I detect some ROMANCE? pls enjoy :)

down by the lake

It's one of the few remaining warm weekends before winter takes over. She opts to study outside, not in the library, while the boys are off practicing for the first Quidditch game.

She lays out a blanket in the grass under some trees and spreads out her books and papers. She's prepared to spend plenty of time down here, to be productive without the boys interrupting her or Lavendar fawning over Ron or Ginny arguing with Dean or anyone being nosy.

She gets work done for two hours, getting ahead on her D.A.D.A. work and finishing her Transfiguration essay. She sighs and puts her parchment and books aside, enjoying the light breeze and sunshine peeking through the leaves. She leans back, resting on her forearms, and watches the edge of the lake lap against the shore.

Her mind wanders to a certain pale and blond male. She finds that her mind often wanders to him, even when she doesn't want it to or when she isn't even in the mood for sex. Their meetings have grown in consistency, and they don't shag and then just leave. They're beginning to spend more time together, talking before and after their sexual encounters.

How strange it is. The fact that he's growing on her should surprise/scare/startle her, but it doesn't. She likes it, she likes him. She like-likes him, not to make it sound like primary school.

A shuffling noise breaks her thoughts and she whips her head around, momentarily frightened. She calms when she sees it's just him.

Speak of the Devil and he shall appear.

"What are you doing here?" She asks, sitting up and turning to look at him. She doesn't mean to sound eager or rude or snotty, just inquisitive.

"You mentioned you were coming out here over the weekend," he shrugs and sits down next to her. She does remember saying that, but it was three days ago and she didn't think he was listening. "I … I thought I'd join you."

She smiles wide, ducking her head down as her cheeks grow warm, "That's sweet." But her logic steps in and ruins the moment. "Anyone could see us, though!"

"Then we pretend we're arguing, I don't know," he smirks and pulls out a book from his backpack.

She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. "I don't think that'll work, Draco."

"I mean sure, I'd rather do you than my homework, but this is fine too," he says nonchalantly, and she feels a blush rise up to her cheeks.

"That's - that's not what I mean!" She splutters. He grins and kisses her stuttering mouth quickly. She stops trying to talk and takes a deep breath. "Anyone, and I mean anyone, could see us out here. Getting along. Being friendly. It wouldn't be good for either of us."

"You chose a very secluded spot, Hermione," he says absentmindedly, flipping the page of his book. "I doubt anyone will be walking by."

"Oh really?" She challenges, and he chuckles at her childishness.

"I'll prove it to you. We could have sex right here and no one would find us."

"You sounded very sure of yourself right then."

He smirks and kisses her once more, licking her lips and pushing his tongue into her mouth. The homework beside them is long forgotten. She falls onto her back and he covers her body with his, weighing her down deliciously. His leg falls in between hers and he nudges them apart. One of his hands cups her neck and tilts her head farther back while the other pushes her shirt up and splays his fingers on her stomach.

She pants when he pulls away from her mouth and travels over to her ear. She can hear him breathing hard as he takes the lobe in between his teeth and sucks gently. Surprisingly, it shoots a jolt of pleasure straight to her groin and she moans loudly.

"Shh …" he shushes her and trails kisses down her neck.

Fuck, he's right. Her fear is back. Yes, they are outside, in the bright sunshine, down by the lake. This is so public, this is too public, oh god, anyone could see them —

"This is a bad idea," she breathes and unconsciously bucks her hips as his teeth sink into her collarbone.

He runs his tongue over the bite and chuckles. "You're probably right."

They don't stop.

The fact that anyone could walk by this spot and see them drastically turns her on, it's embarrassing. She can feel how drenched her panties are and how her heat radiates through her jeans.

When he palms her breasts through her shirt, she's grateful she wore a thin bra. He pinches her nipples through the material and twists. It's not painful, just on the edge of pleasure and pain. She gasps and pulls on his hair.

She decides two can play at that game and runs her hand down his back before pulling the waistband of his pants out and throwing her hand inside. He barely stifles the groan that exits his mouth when her hand reaches his dick. He's hard and pulsing as she slowly runs her hand up and down his length. She licks her lips and watches as he bucks his hips into her hand, but she keeps the slow pace. He mutters a curse and gathers himself enough to yank down her jeans and rip off her underwear (actually rip them) so he could touch her.

The second his fingers touch her, she squeezes his cock lightly, and they both can't help the wanton moans they make. She pushes down his pants so his dick springs completely free and she continues stroking him up and down. Her other hand squeezes his arse in time with her strokes. He growls and thrusts two fingers all the way in her with no preparation, and the movement has her yowling. He covers her month with his own, smothering her in a hot wet kiss, and she moans into his mouth. Her strokes falter and stop, but he doesn't withdraw his fingers from her. He wants her on the edge.

He pushes her pants down farther, all the way down to her ankles so she can bend her knees, cradling his hips between them. She looks around wildly, trying to make sure there's no one approaching them. After reassuring herself, she pulls his hips closer to hers and grinds against him. Her juices drip onto his dick and he muffles his groan against her mouth.

They're both so ready, it hurts.

Suddenly, he thrusts up into her and she has to bite her lip from screaming. Too much noise — someone will come investigate. His body completely covers hers and she wraps herself around him, holding on for dear life. He pounds into her, punching the air out of her lungs every time. She can hardly breathe, which is good because if she could, she wouldn't be able to stop the noises that come out of her.

He leans down and kisses her softly, a stark contrast to the assault being led by his hips. She can't handle that right now, so she turns the kiss into the dirtiest one she can imagine, tongue and teeth and sucking and biting. He doesn't mind.

She is sure there will be bruises on her hips due to the hold he has on them. He pulls her into him with every thrust and she bucks her hips up, rubbing her clit against him. With the cool air around them, his steady presence, and the constant fear that someone will get a serious eyeful, or earful, she climbs higher and higher. She teeters on the edge, her mouth trembling.

He presses a kiss to the hollow of her neck and lifts his head to look directly into her eyes. His eyes are squinted, his brow furrowed, and he's trying to keep it together. His hips snap into hers faster, and he whispers "come for me" in such a sensual way, she does.

She wails, her arms tightening around his neck and her legs squeezing him as her walls clench his dick. He doesn't try to stop these sounds she makes, they're so beautiful to him. She whimpers as the tremors keep coming, because he isn't stopping. She's flushed from head to toe and her hips barely can keep pace with his, and he's almost there, she can see it. He's so close.

She lifts her head up off the blanket and latches her lips to his smooth and pale neck. She sucks on his pulse point and digs her teeth into it. It only takes a second before he goes slack-jawed and begins to come. He rocks into her once, twice, three more times before he's completely spent, breathing deeply and body heavy on hers.

She falls back against the blanket, still panting, and lets go of his neck and shoulders so her arms can fall down too. She's so tired, he's wiped her of all the energy she had. She wishes it wasn't such a far walk back to the castle.

"God, you're so good," he whispers, holding her face in his hands. She blushes, her cheeks turning faintly pink. She looks up at him and he looks so sincere, eyes wide with wonder and adoration.

Adoration?

"A-at …?" She falters, asking him to elaborate.

He chuckles and pushes her hair back. "Everything."

"Flattery will get you nowhere," she smirks and pushes lightly on his chest. He laughs and disagrees since he did just get her. He pulls out of her and flops on his back. He casts the two spells quickly, and they wiggle their pants back up their legs.

He apologizes for ripping her underwear. She giggles and says, "it's okay, I didn't like them that much anyway."

He smiles and runs a hand through his mused hair, trying to put it all back in place. She helps, grazing her nails against his scalp gently. He hums and closes his eyes in contentedness, and she settles back onto the blanket, their shoulders brushing. They watch the sky, the clouds floating past, and her eyes drift closed.

They continue to lay out on the blanket, and eventually she notices how warm her left hand is in his. She squeezes, and he squeezes back. She smiles and turns her head towards him, her eyes opening again. He's already gazing at her, and he smiles widely when her brown eyes meet his. She can't stop the smile that blossoms on her face too.

It's a romantic moment, too romantic for their situation of just fucking when they have to opportunity. But is that even what they're still doing? Has it turned into something else?

The wind picks up and she shivers involuntarily, but she can't tell if it's because of the breeze or if it's because of the way he's looking at her. His brow furrows and pulls her body into his. He's warm and he smells good, so she nuzzles her face into his chest and takes a deep breath. They have to leave soon — Harry and Ron will come looking for her, and any random passerby could see them sprawled out on the blanket — but she doesn't want to move.

She doesn't know how she went from hating this man to using him simply for hate-sex to then slowly developing some type of feelings, but it happened. It happened and she can't fucking stop it.