Happy New Year! Here is a new chapter. I'm sorry if all my smutty scenes aren't good, I'm working on it! Practice makes perfect after all.
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Draco couldn't help but admit that, yes, he was hiding and for a very damn good reason. Today was the Hogsmeade trip and for his "plan" to go underway. Even though he spent the entire day serving detention, he hoped that maybe it would be easier to do it this way, but now things were downright complicated. A girl had been cursed and has wound up at St. Mungo's. Not only that, but Hermione had witnessed the entire thing.
His breathing was increasing and he was seeing spots. He was hiding in the girl's bathroom on the first floor, no one ever went in here because of Moaning Myrtle, but he didn't catch a glimpse of her when he came in.
He thought about going back to that wretched room, but looking at the cabinet made him want to throw up.
Nothing was going right and he would probably end up getting him and his mother killed. His thoughts were dark and full of shame as he slowly slipped into a deep slumber on the cold bathroom floor.
"Draco?" he heard a whisper in the back of his mind, "Draco, are you in here?"
He opened his eyes and shifted his eyes towards the voice; he noticed that light was streaming in the room.
"Hermione? Is that you?" he asked, his voice was rough and his mouth was dry.
"Oh thank Merlin, you're in here." She said, finding him on the other side of the sink. He looked away from her as he went to stand up.
"Um, what time is it?" he asked, the only form of light in the room was the moon, since she closed the door.
"It's about eleven o'clock. I've been looking for you for about an hour now, you know." She said. Draco could hear a crack in her voice. "Do you know what happened to Katie?" she asked, before he could respond.
"Ka-Katie?"
"Yes, Katie Bell. She's in the year before us. Plays on the Quidditch team as a Chaser." She said, crossing her arms across her chest. Her hair was a mess, he realized, and her face was red from the cold. At least, he hoped so.
"Oh, yes, I know her. And… what about her?" he said, trying to keep his voice low and steady.
"She was cursed, somehow she ended up with this package… a package with a cursed necklace in it." Her voice was breaking, he could tell she was trying hard not to cry. "Please be honest with me…okay?" she asked, grabbing his hand. He was half tempted to snatch it away from her and run far away, but her eyes stopped him. He nodded slowly, keeping their gaze locked.
"You had something to do with it, didn't you? That's why you were so freaked out yesterday?" she said, her voice trembling. The air was calm and cold in the bathroom; he could make out drips coming from a sink. Her face was solemn in the moonlight and he just wanted to trace her features with his hand and be taken away from the hell he was in.
"The Dark Lord gave me a mission." He began to tell her, pulling his hand away, "It's not one I could refuse, I hope you know that. My mother is in danger and my father has lost his damn mind. I'm his punishment…" Draco said, his voice cracking. "I couldn't refuse, Hermione." He told her, tears flowing shamefully down his face.
"I have to protect my mother and I don't – I don't want to die. Not now. Not by him."
Hermione looked at him, her eyes wavering a bit, but she still held her stance.
"What is the mission?" she asked, although she wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer. He looked deep into her eyes and she saw a soul breaking. His usual silver eyes were dark. Dark with fear and shame.
"I have to kill Dumbledore." He whispered, before turning away. The last thing he heard was a gasp and the door shutting as she left.
Hermione wasn't fond of her feelings. She hated the fact that she missed Draco and the few times they've been together. She had dreams of him at night, the kind that would make anyone blush. She dreamt of him between her legs, caressing her and embracing her. Touching her breasts and tasting her nipples. But, the thing she hated the most was they always kissed in her dreams.
She felt his lips meet hers in a passion she never had before. Their lips intertwined and they melted into each other, for once not watching what the other one was doing.
And right as they broke apart, she would woke up.
This happened more than once a week and she made use of her hand to take away the loneliness she had.
She concluded that she was definitely losing her mind. She also made guilt a factor to her craziness. She had kept Draco's secret, despite the situation. She wanted to tell someone desperately, but she knew she would never forgive herself if Draco ended up getting hurt.
The way his eyes looked at her when they glanced at each other in the hallways or during class…they were full of regret. Although, she seemed to glance at him a lot this week, especially when they pass next to each other. And she always found her eyes staring into his grey ones.
She tried to shake thoughts of him out of her head, but he was always there. The worst part of it was that she craved him. She craved his touch and his body and her dreams made it absolutely brutal.
And the days passed by to where Gryffindor played against Slytherin and won. And Ron and Lavender somehow ended up in each other's laps that night and Hermione felt her insides churn. She was jealous, not of Lavender, but of what her and Ron have. She wanted that and she wanted it with Draco.
Harry had talked to her that night and comforted her as much as he could, but it just wasn't the same. She wanted the roughness of Draco and his nervous hands roaming her body.
That following Monday, she walked down the halls all by herself. She was leaving lunch and decided to go to her room and enjoy the privacy of the room.
Until she found someone coming her way.
He glanced at her eyes, but held it.
She found herself grabbing his wrist and pulling him down the hall into a broom cupboard.
"Hermione?" he asked, his voice was full of confusion. She found herself on her knees, unbuttoning his belt and pants. She unzipped his zipper and pulled the pants down so they puddled around his ankles. Through the dim light she saw his boxers were plaid – a mixture of black, white, and blue.
She looked up at him, smiled, and said "these are really nice." Before pulling them down. He looked at her with complete shock and she was in ecstasy knowing his dick was rock hard. That made her smile even more, before she took it in her hand. She pumped him a bit more, before opening her mouth.
"What are you doing!?" he whispered as loud as he could, pulling away from her.
"Giving you a blowjob," she huffed out, pulling him back towards her and placing the tip of his dick inside her mouth before he could object even more.
"Oh…Oh my gods, Hermione." He moaned as he intertwined his fingers in her hair. She sucked lightly on the tip since she wasn't entirely sure what to do, although she must have been doing something right with the way he moaned.
She began to move her head back and forth, putting him in a bit more. He was starting to hit the back of her throat, but she ignored the gagging feeling and continued to suck on him. The mixture of her pumping and sucking on him was enough to drive anyone insane.
"Hermione, play with my balls…" he said, pulling her hair. She gave a slight nod, and lightly wrapped her hand around his testicles. She palmed them lightly and rubbed them with her thumbs, making him breathe heavy.
"Oh fucking Merlin, I'm going to cum." He said, clenching his jaw. She pushed his dick all the way inside her mouth and felt his balls tighten up. He tried to push away, but she kept herself locked on it. He called out her name and she felt a warm liquid traveling down her throat, making her cough.
"Are you okay?" he asked, worried about her. She nodded and swallowed the warm liquid down.
"It's…not what I expected, that's for sure." She smiled as she stood up to face him.
"Why the hell did you do that?" he asked, "Are you crazy?"
"Maybe just a little." She said, indicating a small amount with her finger and thumb. He looked at her with disbelief as he tried to pull up his pants. They stood in silence, as he got dressed.
"You know, Draco?" she began to say, catching his attention.
"Yes, Granger?" he asked, buckling back his buckle.
"I want to enjoy now, before it gets taken away from us." She whispered. He noticed her gaze was on the ground. He looked at her, before taking her hand and pulled her into a hug.
"I agree." He said into her hair, stroking it gently. They stood close together, listening to the rhythm of their breaths.
"Thank you." He said, before pulling away from her. She smiled and nodded at him, tears brimmed around her eyes. He wiped them away and then left her alone in the cupboard.