A/N: As always, thank you all so much for the support! It means a lot to me. I tried to make this one a little longer, and wrote it as quickly as possible. I hate to keep you all waiting! Now, on to the chapter :)
Before I knew it, the sun was peaking through my curtains and the chilliness of the fall morning had leeched its way into my room. I let out a wide yawn, stretched, and slowly slipped out of bed. I hadn't slept well the night before, my dreams having been plagued with thoughts of my mother and what Lucius could have done to her already. I gazed at myself in the mirror and noted the purplish bags residing under my eyes. Lovely.
I shrugged on my robe and walked out into the bathroom. Granger was still snoozing away I noticed. After brushing my teeth, washing my face, and running a brush though my pale blonde hair, I exited the bathroom. When I emerged, Granger was sitting on the arm of the chair, waiting patiently.
A smirk danced across my face, remembering what happened the night before. "Morning Granger, did you have pleasant dreams last night?" I snickered.
She looked at me shocked, before it dawned on her that I knew what she had dreamed of.
"How did you-"
"I dropped off your blanket last night. I had thought you were out when you didn't answer my knock, and when I saw you there, I didn't want you to get cold," I admitted, nonchalantly.
"Malfoy, you can't just walk into my room whenever you please!" She huffed, crossing her arms across her chest. I snickered again. My my, she had an attitude on her this morning. I bet she wouldn't have if she woke up next to me, I mused.
"Well sorry Granger, I'll remember that. But just know," I leaned towards her till I was almost pressed against her ear, "you can moan my name like that whenever you want."
I didn't even give her a chance to respond, as I quickly spun on my heel and went back into my room. My heart was racing, and I felt like I was in a daze. Had I really just said that to her? Merlin.
I decided today I would stay locked up in my room. The thought of even seeing Granger after that was filling me with anxiety and overall embarrassment. She had simply reacted in a dream, not awake. She couldn't control that, therefore, she most likely didn't even see me that way. Fuckkkk. I paced around my room, clutching my head in my hands. You're just horny. That's all, wank one out and you'll be fine, not even thinking about her anymore.
I quickly leapt into my bed, removed my robe, closed my eyes, and let my hand wander. After stroking myself a couple times, I had become hard and even hornier. I tried to picture my times with Pansy, or Astoria, but every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Hermione. I groaned, she was engulfing my every thought, every action, and every waking moment. Why?
A gentle knock on my door made me jump, and I quickly wrapped my robe around myself. My cheeks felt hot at the thought of how she would react knowing what I had been doing.
"Come in," I mumbled, sitting up in bed and throwing the covers over me to hide my bulge.
"Hey, Draco..." She said as she sauntered in, wearing her lovely pumpkin coloured sweater and a pair of jeans. Scrumptious. I felt my groin tighten at seeing her and cursed. Not now!
"Hi," I replied shortly, desperately thinking of anything to distract my racing thoughts. Potter, Weasley, Quidditch, potions class, Slughorn- and sure enough I had calmed down again. Relieved, I gazed back towards the witch in front of me, as she paced towards the edge of my bed. My throat felt parched, and I began to feel clammy. God, what did she want? I was still so embarrassed about what happened out in the common room...
In one quick motion, her lips landed softly upon mine in a gentle kiss. It lasted no more than two seconds, and I barely had time to react before she was pulling back.
"What? I-" I began, flustered. My cheeks flamed red, and I felt the blood rush down dick, growing hard immediately.
"Look, Malfoy, I think you and I might be in the same...situation..." She trailed off, biting her lip and looking unsure of herself. "As you know, Ron and I broke up. And I know you've obviously not gotten laid-"
"Hey! You don't know that," I huffed, crossing my arms in front of me.
She rolled her eyes and looked down at me. "Oh get off your high horse. We live together, I would know."
I huffed through my nose and rolled my eyes. Fucking know-it-all.
"Anyways," she continued, "We both have...needs, right? And obviously you're attracted to me...and despite desperately wanting to resist, I can't deny, you do look hot as hell," her cheeks turned a deep red at her admittance and I felt a smirk growing across my face.
"So what are you proposing, pet?" I looked her up and down, as she shifted her feet, clearly embarrassed.
"Erm, well we could do like a friends with benefits or...?" She trailed off, looking down.
In one swift movement, I tossed aside the blankets, stood up, and grabbed her roughly by the waist and pressed her against the wall behind her. She let out a gasp before my lips crashed into hers. I moved one hand up into her lions mane of hair, and the other remained firmly gripping her hip.
Our hot breaths mingled and my tongue slipped into her mouth, tracing its way around her lips and teeth. She tasted like cinnamon and honey, must've just had some tea. God, I wondered how else she tasted.
Her hands began trying to untie my robe and my eyes grew wide in surprise. She quickly yanked the tie undone, and slipped the black material off of me and onto the ground. Wasting no time, I broke our kiss and grabbed the hem of her sweater and tugged it up over her head. She lifted her arms with me, and the sweater was soon off, revealing a pale pink bra cupping her supple breasts. I almost drooled at the sight, and let out a soft groan at seeing them. She looked even better than I could have imagined. Her hands moved to cover herself up a bit, and I redirected my gaze to stare into her soft brown eyes.
"You're beautiful," I said simply. I reached a hand out and gently caressed her cheek. She gazed up at me through her doe like eyes, and her face was again tinged with pink.
"I'm sorry, I don't know if I can do this," she mumbled barely audibly. Taken aback, I stepped back and dropped my hand from her face. She squirmed in front of me, attempting to cover herself. I bent down and grabbed my robe, tugging it back around myself and tying it up around my waist. I sat on my bed and looked at her, slightly hurt by her words. She sees me naked and then changed her mind? I felt the embarrassment and cringe of the situation and looked away from her. I wasn't upset she didn't want to potentially have sex, it was more her reaction at seeing me. Frankly my pride was shot.
My mind was also racing, wondering was this a game to her? Was she testing me?
I glanced back at her as she bent down to pick up her sweater. "Was I not as good as you expected? Not as attractive as you thought?" I spat, glaring at her. I felt my rage boiling inside of me, and the sting of what happened fueled me. Surely this was some sick theory she was testing. I felt disgusted, and hurt.
"Mal-Draco...It's not what you think," She said with a sigh. I looked into her eyes and saw that tears had welled up in them. I felt my heart twinge after seeing her like this.
"What do you mean?" I implored, my anger dissipating. She slowly walked over to the bed and sat down beside me.
"I-I've never um, I, well this is-"
"You're a virgin?" I cut her off, getting straight to the point. She nodded slowly, her eyes downcast and the pink on her cheeks still flaming.
"So you and Weasely...?"
"Never. We did other things, but I didn't feel I could do that with him, you know?" She mumbled and refused to make eye contact with me at this point. She wrapped her arms around herself, ad slowly began rubbing her arms.
"That's completely fine. But why me? We go 7 years hating each other and now...?" I cocked an eyebrow at her, the question hanging in the air. What had changed? I mean, my feelings certainly had changed towards her over the last few months. We hadn't fought, we studied together peacefully, she would make me tea and even covered me with a blanket late one night. Hell, I felt comfortable enough to confide in her what had happened with Lucius. Was it we had both matured? Had we become friends? Or were we just the only person the other had?
A/N: Just to clarify Draco is NOT mad at not having sex because Hermione changed her mind, he was upset at the thought he was being used/was a failure. Draco respects that no means no :) Hope you all enjoyed! I will update again soon.