CHAPTER 16~ A Pleasant Surprise?
HERMIONIONE'S POV~
After Lucius was sent to Azkaban, I felt much safer around Hogwarts. The weeks flew by and the air became cold and bitter. I hated the cold; I hated snow. There was nothing I wanted more than to be on a warm, tropical island in which Draco and I were the only inhabitants.
Two weeks before the Christmas dance, Jeremy and Cho called a Prefect meeting. They quickly reviewed the plans to make sure we had everything in order, which of course we did.
After the meeting, we went to Hogwarts along with the other students who could attend the dance so we could buy dress robes.
It was very cold outside. The wind was biting and I could feel my nose getting red. Figuring that everyone would probably buy their robes first, Draco and I decided to go to the Three Broomsticks to get a butterbeer. We sat at a small booth by the fire and sipped our drinks in a comfortable silence. After our second drinks, the students began arriving in large groups. When there were just about no seats left, Draco paid and we went out to look for robe shops.
"Do you want something that will be commonly worn or pretty rare?" Draco asked.
"Rare. I hate looking like everyone else. You should know that by now."
"I do know, but I was just making sure."
"Wow, I got the extremely thoughtful guy. How lucky?" I joked.
"I am thoughtful," he protested.
I rolled my eyes. "Of course you are." He put on a fake pout and I started laughing. "I was joking! But that did look adorable!"
He smirked when I said that. "Everyone thinks so."
I shook my head but didn't say anything more. We walked into a shop that I had never noticed before, but Draco seemed to know it was there. I looked around and saw hundreds of robes such as I had never seen before. I knew I would have a hard time choosing, but it would be fun.
A short woman with shimmering, light brown hair came over to us as we walked in. "How can I help you today?" she asked kindly.
"We're looking for dress robes for the up-coming dance at Hogwarts," Draco answered.
"We just got a bunch of new robes in if you would like to have a look. If we don't have your size, we will fit them for you."
"Thank you," I said kindly.
Draco and I roamed around and looked at the different robes. I liked a long, red, flowing dress with spaghetti straps and a long, gold cape. I showed it to Draco who liked it except for the colors.
"Can't you get it in a different color?" he begged.
"Well what other color would you like me to get it in?"
"How 'bout black and silver?"
"That would go over well!" I said sarcastically. "I'm gunna walk into the dance and wear the colors of the Slytherin House."
"Why not?" he asked seriously.
"'Cause I'm in Gryffindor! Did you forget?"
"No, but the black just looks better." Draco looked across the shop and saw the same dress that was black with a silver cape and sleeves that came up to the elbow and went around the thumb of each finger.
I looked at it, and he was right; it did look much better. I was having an internal battle-red and gold to support Gryffindor or black and silver because it looked better? "Well I do like the black better," I said slowly.
"So you're gunna get the black?" he looked hopeful.
"Yeah. It'll look better."
I went with Draco to look at the men's dress robes. He found ones that were black with long sleeves and a silver cape. "I'm getting these," he stated.
"Alright," I answered. The Gryffindors would most likely turn on me again, but I didn't really care.
We had our robes fitted, and Draco paid for them both, and we walked out hand in hand. I pulled the hood of my cloak over my head once we stepped into the bitter air. Draco didn't seem to mind the cold. It looked like he was immune to the wind whipping against his cheeks and the air that could make anyone sick. He just continued to walk as if it were a warm summer day.
"Draco, I'm freezing," I muttered. "I can't feel my fingers or my toes or anything."
He took off his heavy cloak and wrapped it around me and then put his arm around my shoulder to draw me closer to him for body heat.
We continued our long trek back up to the castle, and Draco still didn't seem phased that the only thing he had on was a long-sleeved t-shirt. We headed up to our secret room so we could be alone. I absolutely hated to be around other people.
"Weren't you cold like that outside?" I asked him as I pulled off the two cloaks that were wrapped tightly around me.
"Nah, Malfoy Manor is always that cold and I'm never allowed to use any form of heating charm or fire in my room. That's probably the worst punishment that was given to me. I despise the cold, but it just doesn't bother me anymore."
"Speaking of home, where are you going this summer?"
"Well we-I have house elves at the Manor, so I'll probably just stay there. I'll tell the house elves that they can heat it up in the winter or when it gets cold or whatever. What are you gunna do?"
"Go anywhere but home."
"You can always come to the Manor if you want. I'll probably get lonely being all by myself and I'll miss you if you're gone anyway, but if you're there, I won't have to write to you everyday and we can go places together."
"I might just take you up on that," I said slyly.
"That's what I was hoping for."
He pressed his lips to mine and his tongue darted into my mouth exploring the already familiar crevices. I let out a low moan as I began to battle him for control. I ran my slender fingers through his sleek hair. I loved the softness of it and how my fingers could just slip through. His hands roamed under my shirt until they met my skin. Slowly he began to massage my breasts through the thin material of my bra as he kissed my neck.
I pulled Draco's shirts over his head and my fingers ran over his back and chest. I moaned as he pulled my bra off in one fluid motion and took one of my breasts in his mouth while massaging the other one. He gave the same ministrations to the other breast before I pulled him back up to kiss me.
My hands traced the entire profile of his chest before they reached his belt buckle, and undid it. I slid my hands into his boxers and I began to slide them slowly down his strong legs. When my arms couldn't reach to push them any farther, I used my feet to slide them the rest of the way down.
He groaned loudly as my hands brushed over his long, throbbing staff. Before I knew it, the rest of my clothes had been strewn carelessly around the room and he plunged deep into me. I let out a soft scream as he began to move in and out of me. I loved the feeling of ecstasy as we moved in the same rhythm and when he screamed my name out. My nails dug into his back as he moved faster and harder.
I arced my back in attempt to bring my body closer to his. I felt like he was always in charge, and I wanted to be the one giving him pleasure for once. He looked a bit surprised when I used my strength to flip him onto the bed.
I rocked my hips into his going harder with each push. Draco's eyes were shut tight as he howled my name at his release. I screamed loudly and fell onto his chest.
I could hardly breathe, but my hips still continued to rock against his. He flipped me again so I was back on the bed. He rolled off me so that he was lying next to me and began to kiss me softly. I nuzzled my head into his neck and he held me close.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too."
He took my left hand in his and began to kiss my fingertips. "You're still wearing my rind, I see," he noted.
"I never take it off. Every time I look at it, I know where I want to be for the rest of my life."
"And where's that?"
"In your arms," I whispered.
He smiled at me and pulled me closer to him.
After a while, he said, "Guess what?"
"What?" I asked curiously.
"I learned a spell to get rid of scars."
"You did?!"
"Yeah, it works pretty well too." He showed me his arms, and there wasn't a trace that he had ever cut himself. He grabbed his wand off the floor, muttered an incantation that I didn't catch, and all the scars on my arm suddenly disappeared.
I was in awe. "Where'd you learn that from?" I asked.
"I was doing my charms homework and I was flipping through some book in the library and I saw it and figured it was worth using."
I smiled at him. "Thank you."
"It was no problem," he said as he leaned down to kiss me.
~
DRACO'S POV~
Friday was the last day of classes before the dance on Saturday and almost everyone would be going home on Sunday. I had Charms, Transfigurations, and Potions. I knew I no longer had to worry about walking Hermione to her classes, which was a good thing because neither of us had to miss our classes.
We ended up doing nothing in Charms because everyone was out of control and Professor Flitwick ended up talking Susan Bones for the greater part of the period.
Deciding to be the cruel Slytherin that I once was, I started to zoom all kinds of objects across the room at Susan's head. At first she just shook her head as if she didn't think anything was really there, but when she turned around, I hit her directly in the face with a sickle that I had spotted on the floor. She let out a shrill screech, "Who did that?" Everyone looked bewildered and shook it off.
As the class started talking again and Susan turned back around, I tied her pigtails in a very tight knot on the top of her head, and turned one silver and one green. I then put the leg-locking curse on her so that she wouldn't be able to walk for a while.
When she moved to go back to her desk, she fell flat on her face and the class roared with laughter.
Courtney, one of Pansy's friends yelled out, "Hey Susan, I like your hair! Are you supporting Slytherin now or something? Tired of the Hufflepuffs are you?"
With some difficulty, Susan got to her feet, looked into the mirror and let out a very high-pitched scream. "Who do this? Who would be so horrible to mess with my beautiful hair?" She tried to undo the knot at the top of her head, but did not succeed.
Although Professor Flitwick looked like he had enjoyed my little fiasco, he helped Susan with all of the counter-curses.
"Which of you did this?" he asked looking at the Slytherin side of the room, me in particular. "Mr. Malfoy, would you happen to know?"
I kept an innocent expression on my face. "Why no, Professor. I have no idea as to who would do something so horrible to such a sweet girl."
"Why do I not believe you?"
"I wouldn't know, Professor. When was the last time I did something like this in your class?"
"Oh let me think," he said with a slight grin on his face. "Three days ago!"
"But Professor, after the detention you gave me, I wouldn't go around and practically ask for another! That would be absolutely ridiculous! And you don't have proof this time."
"That is true, but still, you are holding a more innocent expression than anyone else in this room."
It was true, everyone else was laughing hysterically.
"And how does that make me guilty?" I asked.
"The guilty ones always wear the most innocent expressions," he explained.
"That's not true," I protested. "Last time I did something you said I looked guilty."
He looked like he was trying to remember something. "It appears as if I did. Nevertheless-" He was cut off by the bell that signaled the end of the period.
I let out a sigh of relief. I had managed to hold him off long enough to get out of another detention. I started to walk up to the Transfiguration classroom with a smirk on my face.
"You're horrible!" Blaise said as she caught up to me.
"Oh come on, it was the perfect opportunity to do something. That girl is the biggest nerd!"
"You used to say that about Granger," she reminded me.
"But Hermione doesn't do her hair in pigtails. A seven year old does their hair like that. Hey, you should be agreeing with me on this, not defending some Hufflepuff!"
"I'm not defending her, I'm just saying you're mean!"
"You never complained before. You always thought it was funny."
"So?" she said defensively.
"So why are you acting so different all of a sudden? Since Lucius was sent to Azkaban you've been acting very different. What's up with you?"
"N-nothing."
"I don't believe you. What's wrong?"
She didn't look in my direction, just at the walls or the floor.
"Blaise, tell me what's wrong, please?"
"I-when-um."
"You have to tell me." I looked into her dark blue eyes and she looked away. "Blaise, please?"
"Lucius-after h-he forced me to turn became uh close to me-very close. H- he was rough at first, b-but softened after t-the first few t-times. D- Draco, I'm p-pregnant w-with his child."
HERMIONIONE'S POV~
After Lucius was sent to Azkaban, I felt much safer around Hogwarts. The weeks flew by and the air became cold and bitter. I hated the cold; I hated snow. There was nothing I wanted more than to be on a warm, tropical island in which Draco and I were the only inhabitants.
Two weeks before the Christmas dance, Jeremy and Cho called a Prefect meeting. They quickly reviewed the plans to make sure we had everything in order, which of course we did.
After the meeting, we went to Hogwarts along with the other students who could attend the dance so we could buy dress robes.
It was very cold outside. The wind was biting and I could feel my nose getting red. Figuring that everyone would probably buy their robes first, Draco and I decided to go to the Three Broomsticks to get a butterbeer. We sat at a small booth by the fire and sipped our drinks in a comfortable silence. After our second drinks, the students began arriving in large groups. When there were just about no seats left, Draco paid and we went out to look for robe shops.
"Do you want something that will be commonly worn or pretty rare?" Draco asked.
"Rare. I hate looking like everyone else. You should know that by now."
"I do know, but I was just making sure."
"Wow, I got the extremely thoughtful guy. How lucky?" I joked.
"I am thoughtful," he protested.
I rolled my eyes. "Of course you are." He put on a fake pout and I started laughing. "I was joking! But that did look adorable!"
He smirked when I said that. "Everyone thinks so."
I shook my head but didn't say anything more. We walked into a shop that I had never noticed before, but Draco seemed to know it was there. I looked around and saw hundreds of robes such as I had never seen before. I knew I would have a hard time choosing, but it would be fun.
A short woman with shimmering, light brown hair came over to us as we walked in. "How can I help you today?" she asked kindly.
"We're looking for dress robes for the up-coming dance at Hogwarts," Draco answered.
"We just got a bunch of new robes in if you would like to have a look. If we don't have your size, we will fit them for you."
"Thank you," I said kindly.
Draco and I roamed around and looked at the different robes. I liked a long, red, flowing dress with spaghetti straps and a long, gold cape. I showed it to Draco who liked it except for the colors.
"Can't you get it in a different color?" he begged.
"Well what other color would you like me to get it in?"
"How 'bout black and silver?"
"That would go over well!" I said sarcastically. "I'm gunna walk into the dance and wear the colors of the Slytherin House."
"Why not?" he asked seriously.
"'Cause I'm in Gryffindor! Did you forget?"
"No, but the black just looks better." Draco looked across the shop and saw the same dress that was black with a silver cape and sleeves that came up to the elbow and went around the thumb of each finger.
I looked at it, and he was right; it did look much better. I was having an internal battle-red and gold to support Gryffindor or black and silver because it looked better? "Well I do like the black better," I said slowly.
"So you're gunna get the black?" he looked hopeful.
"Yeah. It'll look better."
I went with Draco to look at the men's dress robes. He found ones that were black with long sleeves and a silver cape. "I'm getting these," he stated.
"Alright," I answered. The Gryffindors would most likely turn on me again, but I didn't really care.
We had our robes fitted, and Draco paid for them both, and we walked out hand in hand. I pulled the hood of my cloak over my head once we stepped into the bitter air. Draco didn't seem to mind the cold. It looked like he was immune to the wind whipping against his cheeks and the air that could make anyone sick. He just continued to walk as if it were a warm summer day.
"Draco, I'm freezing," I muttered. "I can't feel my fingers or my toes or anything."
He took off his heavy cloak and wrapped it around me and then put his arm around my shoulder to draw me closer to him for body heat.
We continued our long trek back up to the castle, and Draco still didn't seem phased that the only thing he had on was a long-sleeved t-shirt. We headed up to our secret room so we could be alone. I absolutely hated to be around other people.
"Weren't you cold like that outside?" I asked him as I pulled off the two cloaks that were wrapped tightly around me.
"Nah, Malfoy Manor is always that cold and I'm never allowed to use any form of heating charm or fire in my room. That's probably the worst punishment that was given to me. I despise the cold, but it just doesn't bother me anymore."
"Speaking of home, where are you going this summer?"
"Well we-I have house elves at the Manor, so I'll probably just stay there. I'll tell the house elves that they can heat it up in the winter or when it gets cold or whatever. What are you gunna do?"
"Go anywhere but home."
"You can always come to the Manor if you want. I'll probably get lonely being all by myself and I'll miss you if you're gone anyway, but if you're there, I won't have to write to you everyday and we can go places together."
"I might just take you up on that," I said slyly.
"That's what I was hoping for."
He pressed his lips to mine and his tongue darted into my mouth exploring the already familiar crevices. I let out a low moan as I began to battle him for control. I ran my slender fingers through his sleek hair. I loved the softness of it and how my fingers could just slip through. His hands roamed under my shirt until they met my skin. Slowly he began to massage my breasts through the thin material of my bra as he kissed my neck.
I pulled Draco's shirts over his head and my fingers ran over his back and chest. I moaned as he pulled my bra off in one fluid motion and took one of my breasts in his mouth while massaging the other one. He gave the same ministrations to the other breast before I pulled him back up to kiss me.
My hands traced the entire profile of his chest before they reached his belt buckle, and undid it. I slid my hands into his boxers and I began to slide them slowly down his strong legs. When my arms couldn't reach to push them any farther, I used my feet to slide them the rest of the way down.
He groaned loudly as my hands brushed over his long, throbbing staff. Before I knew it, the rest of my clothes had been strewn carelessly around the room and he plunged deep into me. I let out a soft scream as he began to move in and out of me. I loved the feeling of ecstasy as we moved in the same rhythm and when he screamed my name out. My nails dug into his back as he moved faster and harder.
I arced my back in attempt to bring my body closer to his. I felt like he was always in charge, and I wanted to be the one giving him pleasure for once. He looked a bit surprised when I used my strength to flip him onto the bed.
I rocked my hips into his going harder with each push. Draco's eyes were shut tight as he howled my name at his release. I screamed loudly and fell onto his chest.
I could hardly breathe, but my hips still continued to rock against his. He flipped me again so I was back on the bed. He rolled off me so that he was lying next to me and began to kiss me softly. I nuzzled my head into his neck and he held me close.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too."
He took my left hand in his and began to kiss my fingertips. "You're still wearing my rind, I see," he noted.
"I never take it off. Every time I look at it, I know where I want to be for the rest of my life."
"And where's that?"
"In your arms," I whispered.
He smiled at me and pulled me closer to him.
After a while, he said, "Guess what?"
"What?" I asked curiously.
"I learned a spell to get rid of scars."
"You did?!"
"Yeah, it works pretty well too." He showed me his arms, and there wasn't a trace that he had ever cut himself. He grabbed his wand off the floor, muttered an incantation that I didn't catch, and all the scars on my arm suddenly disappeared.
I was in awe. "Where'd you learn that from?" I asked.
"I was doing my charms homework and I was flipping through some book in the library and I saw it and figured it was worth using."
I smiled at him. "Thank you."
"It was no problem," he said as he leaned down to kiss me.
~
DRACO'S POV~
Friday was the last day of classes before the dance on Saturday and almost everyone would be going home on Sunday. I had Charms, Transfigurations, and Potions. I knew I no longer had to worry about walking Hermione to her classes, which was a good thing because neither of us had to miss our classes.
We ended up doing nothing in Charms because everyone was out of control and Professor Flitwick ended up talking Susan Bones for the greater part of the period.
Deciding to be the cruel Slytherin that I once was, I started to zoom all kinds of objects across the room at Susan's head. At first she just shook her head as if she didn't think anything was really there, but when she turned around, I hit her directly in the face with a sickle that I had spotted on the floor. She let out a shrill screech, "Who did that?" Everyone looked bewildered and shook it off.
As the class started talking again and Susan turned back around, I tied her pigtails in a very tight knot on the top of her head, and turned one silver and one green. I then put the leg-locking curse on her so that she wouldn't be able to walk for a while.
When she moved to go back to her desk, she fell flat on her face and the class roared with laughter.
Courtney, one of Pansy's friends yelled out, "Hey Susan, I like your hair! Are you supporting Slytherin now or something? Tired of the Hufflepuffs are you?"
With some difficulty, Susan got to her feet, looked into the mirror and let out a very high-pitched scream. "Who do this? Who would be so horrible to mess with my beautiful hair?" She tried to undo the knot at the top of her head, but did not succeed.
Although Professor Flitwick looked like he had enjoyed my little fiasco, he helped Susan with all of the counter-curses.
"Which of you did this?" he asked looking at the Slytherin side of the room, me in particular. "Mr. Malfoy, would you happen to know?"
I kept an innocent expression on my face. "Why no, Professor. I have no idea as to who would do something so horrible to such a sweet girl."
"Why do I not believe you?"
"I wouldn't know, Professor. When was the last time I did something like this in your class?"
"Oh let me think," he said with a slight grin on his face. "Three days ago!"
"But Professor, after the detention you gave me, I wouldn't go around and practically ask for another! That would be absolutely ridiculous! And you don't have proof this time."
"That is true, but still, you are holding a more innocent expression than anyone else in this room."
It was true, everyone else was laughing hysterically.
"And how does that make me guilty?" I asked.
"The guilty ones always wear the most innocent expressions," he explained.
"That's not true," I protested. "Last time I did something you said I looked guilty."
He looked like he was trying to remember something. "It appears as if I did. Nevertheless-" He was cut off by the bell that signaled the end of the period.
I let out a sigh of relief. I had managed to hold him off long enough to get out of another detention. I started to walk up to the Transfiguration classroom with a smirk on my face.
"You're horrible!" Blaise said as she caught up to me.
"Oh come on, it was the perfect opportunity to do something. That girl is the biggest nerd!"
"You used to say that about Granger," she reminded me.
"But Hermione doesn't do her hair in pigtails. A seven year old does their hair like that. Hey, you should be agreeing with me on this, not defending some Hufflepuff!"
"I'm not defending her, I'm just saying you're mean!"
"You never complained before. You always thought it was funny."
"So?" she said defensively.
"So why are you acting so different all of a sudden? Since Lucius was sent to Azkaban you've been acting very different. What's up with you?"
"N-nothing."
"I don't believe you. What's wrong?"
She didn't look in my direction, just at the walls or the floor.
"Blaise, tell me what's wrong, please?"
"I-when-um."
"You have to tell me." I looked into her dark blue eyes and she looked away. "Blaise, please?"
"Lucius-after h-he forced me to turn became uh close to me-very close. H- he was rough at first, b-but softened after t-the first few t-times. D- Draco, I'm p-pregnant w-with his child."