Hermione/Draco, Severus/Hermione (our Hermione's a real man-eater!)

Overall rating: hard R on later parts (you have been warned. Actually this would be partly NC-17…) Later a little hints of slash, too.

Romance, angst/drama (plenty of girly sobbing and analysing feelings)

This is my very first piece of fanfiction. After reading a helluva lot of other people's stories, I finally got inspiration to write my very own story. I have no idea why it's a het-story, since my favourite pairing happens to be Severus/Harry, and I was supposed to create a few enjoyable moments for those two, but Hermione really wanted me to write about her. And Severus (just don't ask me what's Draco doing in her life. Go blame HER!) It's a bit girly sob-romance story, but also a growth-story of Hermione.

Okay, enough of me babbling, go read it now! And let me know what you think! This really is my first fic and I want to know all the flaws (and he good bits, if they exist). aamunkajo7@hotmail.com

Disclaimers: Anything and everything you recognise probably belongs to the Creator (and that would be Ms. Rowling). The story (and Hermione's teenage angst) belong to me. I might have unconsciously stolen tiny bits and bobs from other people's fics, but take it as a compliment. Your fic was probably so great and inspirational it got stuck in my mind.

But if you want your credit for something bigger and truly original only you have invented and used in your fic, let me know.

Hogwarts Fairytales

by: Aamunkajo

Chapter I – Opposites attract

"Once upon a time there was a beautiful castle in a distant land. In the castle lived a princess, who was so beautiful you would be blinded if you looked at her. So her father decided to keep her locked away, so she couldn't harm anyone…"

Hermione crumpled the still ink-wet parchment and threw it on the floor. Writing (or trying to write, more like) fairytales from one's problems was not an effective stress-reliever. To her, anyway. Perhaps it worked for Ginny, who had recommended it. She rubbed her fingers anxiously and noticed some black ink on them, now spread all over her hands.

"Goodie!" she thought glaring at the ink, "I think that's enough of princesses for today, anyway."

She rose from the chair and sloughed towards the bathroom. Crookshanks purred in his sleep in front of the fire and Hermione wished her life would be as simple as his. Though Hermione was used to mental pressure and hard work (she'd been a Prefect since her 5th year and a bookworm and top student for all her life), being the Head Girl was stressing. She didn't want to give up her great marks and love for studying, but also wanted to plan and arrange all social events etc. in Hogwarts.

||If the first two months have been like this, I wonder if I'll make it through the year…||

She reached for the bathroom door's knob and tried not to leave any marks on it. She decided to take a bath and turned on the tap while pouring in some lavender-scented bath-oil.

||Wonder if I'll ever start doing these things the wizard way? The easy way, instead of the muggle style.||

She popped her finger into the tub to test the temperature. It was quite hot, the way she liked it. She started to open her robes lazily, finally letting it drop on the floor. Underneath she wore sleek black trousers and a crisp white fitted t-shirt. She removed them, and then her underwear, which happened to be a black lacy g-string. She smiled to herself, remembering Draco's expression when he got to know Hermione's taste of undergarments personally. She had no need for a bra, so she didn't wear one. Except for Quidditch lessons a sports bra was a must. She got into the tub slowly, enjoying the hot water warming up her body inch by inch.

"Yes. Draco." she said aloud. "Who would have thought you'd fall for a Mudblood girl? The girl you used to pick on for so many years."

A little voice somewhere back in Hermione's head reminded her, that Draco was not the only one who suddenly fell for an old enemy. She closed her eyes and recalled the past few years, when everything in the school had changed so much. Everything. Not just hers and Draco's relationship. You-Know-Who had been defeated for a few times, nothing new about that. He always kept coming back for some reason. But the last times he had been weaker. Not because he had lost his powers, no, but because people no longer believed in him. Because Slytherin no longer produced dark wizards no more than the other houses. Because Slytherin and Gryffindor were no longer blood-rivals. The wizarding world had reached an understanding and now standed united.

"It's so Gryffindor-ish of me to be such an idealist," Hermione sighed bitterly "If only things were so good as they seem to be."

But it wasn't just about Hermione's optimism. Things had changed on the grassroots level. The new generations of Slytherins didn't believe in their parents' beliefs about purebloods and mudbloods (though most of them still didn't appreciate muggles). Draco Malfoy was a good example. He had, with Dumbledore's help, moved out of the Malfoy Manor and out of his father's reach. Now he was the Head Boy…. and Hermione's boyfriend.

It had all happened so quickly. Well, actually it took two whole years for them to understand their feelings, but it didn't feel like it. In their 5th year, Draco and Hermione had both been made Prefects, so they had to spend some time together. They got to know each other better and became friends eventually. In their 5th year the younger Slytherin generation had finally decided to come out of the "anti-Voldemort closet", too. Like Draco, many of them had been made disinherited and homeless. The Ministry, among others, had offered plenty of job vacations for the defectors aged 18+ and Dumbledore had changed the school rules so, that the younger kids could practically live in the school throughout the year.

So they had become friends, but lovers? Hermione still didn't know how that had happened. Draco had been really quiet throughout the end of term festival last year, so she might had been able to sense something. Yeah, might. He had never showed any signs of possible attraction towards her, so his sudden confessions of loving her (after a little evening walk to the astronomy tower) came as a slight shock. She had been totally stunned for a moment, watching Draco's changing emotions. First, passion. Then surprise, immediately followed by disappointment (and maybe Hermione needed to get her eyes checked, but was that pain and grief that flashed in his eyes just for a second? Perhaps the boy was losing his pride). He had turned his eyes away and mumbled something unintelligible before starting to back off. Then Hermione had realized (or had she?…another voice in her head mentioned) that she too had feelings for this boy. He was good-looking as hell, and he seemed to have a great body. Almost every girl in the school was after him. He was also smart, a prefect, Slytherin Quidditch team captain and a bit of a socialite. Dream come true, some might say.

So she had reached for him and said, "Wait!" As he turned around, looking a little confused (and sad!), Hermione cupped his face and kissed him. Draco trembled a little and it took him a few seconds to realize what just happened. He let out a low moan and tangled his left hand in Hermione's hair while caressing her waist and back with his right one. Hermione opened her mouth to let Draco explore her mouth with his tongue, and to do the same to him. She moved her hands to caress Draco's back, and then lower… until she reached his buttocks and cupped them, pressing him close to her. She was a bit surprised by her behaviour herself, but just thought, "a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, when she has a need". And indeed, she was getting excited and aroused, with Draco's lips caressing her neck, biting down just a bit, his hands now touching her breasts through her shirt and his… member pressing against her lower stomach. She wasn't the only one suddenly needing a good shag, apparently.

Then Draco pulled away, his face flushed and lips swollen. Hermione thought she must look the same, but didn't really care. She just looked at Draco curiously.

"What? Why did you stop?"

"We can't. Not here" he smiled shyly.

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Then why did you want to come to the astronomy tower, if you're not in for a little shagging?"

||Did he just blush?||

Such a pristine act for the Slytherin Sex-God (as some called him. not Hermione. just the others. not her. honestly.)

"I…..I just prefer…the.. comfort of a bed" he said stammering bit, with a hint of smile in the corner of his mouth.

Hermione narrowed her eyes and smiled wickedly. "So you're suggesting that we…?"

"The Slytherin rooms are at this end of the castle…if, of course, you wish to…"

"Then what are we waiting for."

Hermione had started to feel refreshed, lying in the lavender-scented water, recalling the romantic (and not just romantic!) starting moments of their relationship, when there was a knock on the door.

"Damn."

She got out and grabbed a huge, deep red towel and wrapped it around her. Luckily, she hadn't started washing her hair yet, so she only needed one towel. Her long, naturally wavy hair was a real pain sometimes, most of the time, actually. Mostly when it was wet. Over the years spent as a witch she had learned many clever spells to control it, something the muggle shampoos and conditioners could never do.

"Just a second! I'm coming" she shouted, when there was another knock.

She felt cold when she stepped out from the bathroom. The fire in the hearth had burned out and Crookshanks was now sleeping on her bed. Wrapping the towel tighter around her she walked towards the door, wondering who might interrupt her at…she quickly glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece. It was almost nine o'clock. As the Head Girl, she had her own room and her very own bathroom, too. Which was nice, very nice. She reached the dark and heavy oak door and opened it. Outside stood Draco Malfoy. He smiled at Hermione.

"I thought we had a date at eight, but you look like you're still preparing yourself."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I totally forgot we were supposed to out for a dinner."

"It's all right," he said, hiding his disappointment "We can always go to Hogsmeade next Friday."

Sometimes he was still acting like they had just started going out. Draco liked doing little things, like eating together, rather formally.

"You know what. You come in right now, and summon the house elves to bring something to eat while I go finish my bath. Then we might figure out something better to kill time with than eating Rosmerta's pumpkin pie…"

The last words were purred lowly. Hermione closed the door and gave Draco a little smile before leaping back to the bathroom.

She threw the towel on the floor and got back into the tub. Grabbing a bottle of shampoo, she poured some on her palm, wetted her hair and started washing. After rinsing her hair and slathering on some conditioner (which was no use, though, she would have to cast some spells anyway) she reached for her wand and muttered a few words to remove the stubble from her legs. She rinsed the conditioner off, scrubbed the ink stains off her hand and got out.

Towelling her body and hair, she took a good look at herself. She had a full-length mirror in her bathroom. She had a pale skin. Too pale, Parvati and Lavender kept telling her, but she preferred her skin pale. A few freckles on her nose told she hadn't spent the whole summer inside reading books, only most of it. Her body was slender, a bit skinny, perhaps. She didn't have much appetite usually and that was visible on her body. She had small bones and pretty hands, just like her mother. She wasn't too tall, something between short and average. And her face was just ok.

She grabbed some moisturiser and rubbed it on her face.

"No spots to cover up. Good."

Then she put on her dressing gown, cast a spell to dry and tame her hair and exited the bathroom to get some clean clothes.

"Not that I really need them now, anyway" she grinned to herself wickedly.

So she decided to spend the evening in her Chinese-style dressing gown, black satin with embroided red and dark pink flowers.

Hermione's bedroom had two dark red armchairs by the hearth, covered with soft, almost velvet-like material, and a matching sofa, a cherry-wooden desk and a chair for studying (though she preferred the sofa for reading her textbooks), a sofa-table made from some dark wood, a cherry-wooden wardrobe and a huge four-poster bed with sheets in Gryffindor colours. She liked to sleep in the dark, so she had plush velvet curtains to cover up the windows when needed, crimson, of course. The floor was almost covered with eastern-style rugs.

Draco had lit the fire and was now sipping tea on the sofa. On the table was a tray filled with food; tuna sandwiches, muffins, selection of fruits and a pot of steaming tea. Draco lifted his head when he heard Hermione say "Hello, gorgeous!" from the bathroom door. She walked to him and kissed him lightly. As she sat next to him, he took a mug and filled it with hot tea and passed it to her.

"Thank you." She took a tuna sandwich started to eat in small bites. Draco ate too, watching her.

"So. Are you going to write me in the summer?" she teased him, knowing he would not just write, but come to visit her.

"Mmm. Perhaps." he teased her back.

||Ohh, dear Merlin! What have I gotten myself into this time? Less than 24 hours ago I thought of Draco as a good friend, and now I'm planning a relationship with him!||

She wasn't sure about her feelings, was this a mere crush or was she in love with him?

||Do I really care? I have the Slytherin Sex-God on his knees in front of me.|| she giggled to herself.

Hermione had sure been dating a few boys before, and she was no virgin (damn those teenage hormones!), but she hadn't had a proper relationship before. And that's what Draco seemed to have in his mind.

During the summer Hermione learnt what the Slytherin "get what they want, whatever it takes" really meant. Draco simply adored her. He sent her flowers every single day (poor owl got a bit of exercise!) and a little present once a week.

||He's really spoiling me. But he's got the money to do that, I won't object. Though I do hope he finds other than purely material ways to show his affection when the new term begins.||

Hermione was enjoying herself every time he and Draco met in person. Though they didn't have too much in common (Hermione didn't like sports, Draco wasn't that interested in reading), they both loved the same type of music and art, so they had something to talk about. Draco was really funny and made her laugh.

||And let's not forget the sex… the guy knows what to do to a girl!||

Draco worshipped her in bed. But still, something was missing. Hermione decided to forget about that little missing thing and concentrate on enjoying his company while it lasted.

Harry had been ok when Hermione told him about her and Draco, but Ron took it quite badly. He had almost made friends with the Slytherin boy (they were perfectly civil towards each other) when the old rivalry was forgotten and the old grudges forgiven, but their relationship made him hate Draco again. Hermione didn't need to wonder why. Ginny had informed her earlier about Ron's little crush on Hermione…

"Earth calling Hermione Granger."

Draco was waving his hand in front of Hermione's face. She held a half-eaten sandwich on her hand and a mug of cold tea on the other. She blinked twice lazily and lifted her head to meet Draco's eyes.

"Whoa. You were miles away." He gave her a little smile.

"Guess I was. Sorry. I've been a little stressed out lately."

Draco traced his long fingers along her neck before nuzzling her ear.

"Can you think of anything that could relax you a bit?" he breathed in her ear.

Hermione smiled, put down her sandwich and mug and pulled Draco in a kiss. Her libido was quite strong and Draco was ideal partner physically. She pulled off, got up from the sofa and held Draco's hand, eyes never leaving his.

"Come here" she said smiling mischievously, leading him towards the bed.

||Physical pleasure is the best way to relieve stress.||

And to try to fill the emptiness inside, a little voice reminded her, but she ignored it.

To be continued…