Chapter 15
Remember children *very R rated.* For those who were wondering, these next chapters took so long because A) Writers block B) my cat died and C) my bf lost his job. Luckily, writers block broke, my other cat had kittens, and the bf has a new (but not as good) job. Look forward to more chapters in the following few weeks as I decide how to wrap up the story.
BTW, this chapter is also kinda' short. 14 and 15 were written as one, but ended up being too long.
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Hermione made her way back to the table where Neville was struggling with his drink. She cleaned it up with a flick of her wand. "Let me get that for you."
Neville slumped in his seat, red-faced and embarrassed. "This isn't going well, is it?" Neville asked. He continued before she could answer. "I am so stupid. I should have never asked you out. You're way too good for me. It's just not right, you and I. I'm sorry."
"I'm *not* too good for you, Neville. If anything, you're too good for me. Thank you for asking me out. Someday you're going to make someone very happy. I just don't think it's me."
He smiled a little. "Thanks, Hermione. You're a good friend."
She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll see you later, okay? And, by the way, Ginny Weasley finally got over her crush on Harry. Bye." She made her exit, disappearing into the crowd.
Ducking out of Harry and Ron's sight, Must those two spy on me? and out of the pub. Well, now that *that* disaster has been averted, on to the next. She didn't know what was going to happen when she met up with Malfoy. She didn't really care.
*****
Draco had never been more surprised than when Hermione suggested the meeting. He got to the Shrieking Shack ten minutes early, and waited impatiently for Hermione to arrive. Though the haunted house was the last place he wanted to hang out on a Halloween afternoon, he was not going to argue. The area was completely devoid of students, and no one would see them.
Hermione eventually found her way to the gate of the house. The wind blew her hair and cloak. She looked truly stunning, making him forget what she was. "Hi," she greeted him, almost shyly. "C'mon. Lets go inside, out of this wind."
"Inside? Inside the Shrieking Shack?"
She laughed. "First, it's not haunted. I've been in there. Second, since when are we afraid of ghosts?"
"Good point," he said as she grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him through the yard. They entered through a broken window and made there way upstairs on rotted steps, to a bedroom that still boasted moldy old furniture, including a bed.
"This is better than the dungeon floor, isn't it?" Hermione said.
Draco smiled. "Not much."
"Shut up." She pushed him onto the bed, then lay down beside him. "So what happens now? Are you going to stop being a dick? I'd hate to have to shrink yours again."
Draco sat up and straddled her waist. "Let's just play this by ear." He leaned down to kiss her. She met his kiss with newly developed ferocity. She wasn't afraid anymore. She was strong.
The two rolled around on the bed, kissing, nibbling, and sucking. Two pairs of hands were roaming over hot bodies and clothes began to disappear. This is so right, Draco thought as she gently bit down on his earlobe. He moved, kissing her throat, moving down to a perfect bare breast. "Shall I place my mark on you?" he asked against her skin.
"No," she mumbled. She smiled and licked his collarbone. "I'm going to put mine on you." She was inexperienced, but he soon had a mark of his own, claiming him as hers. "But it's not a dark mark. You may be like that. I'm not."
Draco had been worked into a frenzy, and had almost missed the comment, but not completely. "Maybe I'm not like that any more." Proving it, he kissed her. "Spread your legs," he whispered.
"Not yet. I'm not ready."
He eased her thighs apart. "Not that. That comes later, when you're ready." He kissed her stomach, the insides of her thighs. "You're going to enjoy this."
When they did have sex, Draco let her make the fist move, and frustrating as it was, he moved slowly, giving her all of the control she needed. She sighed when they were done, resting her head on his chest. "Can we do that again?"
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Several hours later Hermione woke from an exhausted sleep. Looking around, noticing the lack of light, she swore. "Shit!" Her voice roused Malfoy.
"Wha-?"
"Wake up you idiot! We're supposed to be at school!" She checked her watch. "The feast starts in ten minutes!" She had already started pulling on her clothes, and Malfoy followed suit.
"Damn. So now what? We can't apparate-"
"You've read 'Hogwarts: A History'?"
" 'Know thy enemy, Know thy battlefield.' Old family saying."
"Figures. Luckily, I know another way into the castle without getting caught."
"Good. Let's move out." As they were moving on foot, it still took some time to return to the castle. Fortunately the proprietor of the sweet shop was fast asleep, recovering from the barrage of students earlier in the day.
By the time they exited out the other side of the secret passage, they were out of breath and half an hour late for the feast. "Okay," Hermione breathed heavily. "You go down to the feast. I don't care what kind of story you make up, but make it good, and don't mention me. I'll follow in a few minutes. Hopefully no one will put two and two together." She rushed off to Gryffindor tower without kissing him goodbye.
She quickly changed clothing and brushed her hair, calming down in the process. You just had sex! Twice! And this time you liked it! She joined the feast a few minutes later, slipping into a seat between Harry and Parvati. "Hey guys," she said cheerfully. "Did I miss anything?"
"Where were you?" Ron asked accusingly around a chicken leg.
"I rode back with Parvati and Pansy." She looked at the girl at her elbow with pleading eyes.
She caught on immediately and followed the act. "That's right."
Harry frowned at the girl. "Then why didn't you tell us?"
"You never asked." She shrugged.
Ron was far from convinced. "That doesn't explain why you were forty-five minutes late."
"That's the embarrassing part," she lied as she filled her plate. "I tripped in the mud and fell on my ass."
"She was a complete mess." Parvati stated, getting into her role. "She just needed to clean up before the feast." They bought the story and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. Parvati whispered something in her ear though. "You're glowing." The two both giggled.
In bed that night she let her mind wander, thoughts again returning to Malfoy. Now you've done it, Granger. Sleeping with the enemy. Literally sleeping! You can't let your guard down just because he apologized. You still can't trust him.
Remember children *very R rated.* For those who were wondering, these next chapters took so long because A) Writers block B) my cat died and C) my bf lost his job. Luckily, writers block broke, my other cat had kittens, and the bf has a new (but not as good) job. Look forward to more chapters in the following few weeks as I decide how to wrap up the story.
BTW, this chapter is also kinda' short. 14 and 15 were written as one, but ended up being too long.
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Hermione made her way back to the table where Neville was struggling with his drink. She cleaned it up with a flick of her wand. "Let me get that for you."
Neville slumped in his seat, red-faced and embarrassed. "This isn't going well, is it?" Neville asked. He continued before she could answer. "I am so stupid. I should have never asked you out. You're way too good for me. It's just not right, you and I. I'm sorry."
"I'm *not* too good for you, Neville. If anything, you're too good for me. Thank you for asking me out. Someday you're going to make someone very happy. I just don't think it's me."
He smiled a little. "Thanks, Hermione. You're a good friend."
She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll see you later, okay? And, by the way, Ginny Weasley finally got over her crush on Harry. Bye." She made her exit, disappearing into the crowd.
Ducking out of Harry and Ron's sight, Must those two spy on me? and out of the pub. Well, now that *that* disaster has been averted, on to the next. She didn't know what was going to happen when she met up with Malfoy. She didn't really care.
*****
Draco had never been more surprised than when Hermione suggested the meeting. He got to the Shrieking Shack ten minutes early, and waited impatiently for Hermione to arrive. Though the haunted house was the last place he wanted to hang out on a Halloween afternoon, he was not going to argue. The area was completely devoid of students, and no one would see them.
Hermione eventually found her way to the gate of the house. The wind blew her hair and cloak. She looked truly stunning, making him forget what she was. "Hi," she greeted him, almost shyly. "C'mon. Lets go inside, out of this wind."
"Inside? Inside the Shrieking Shack?"
She laughed. "First, it's not haunted. I've been in there. Second, since when are we afraid of ghosts?"
"Good point," he said as she grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him through the yard. They entered through a broken window and made there way upstairs on rotted steps, to a bedroom that still boasted moldy old furniture, including a bed.
"This is better than the dungeon floor, isn't it?" Hermione said.
Draco smiled. "Not much."
"Shut up." She pushed him onto the bed, then lay down beside him. "So what happens now? Are you going to stop being a dick? I'd hate to have to shrink yours again."
Draco sat up and straddled her waist. "Let's just play this by ear." He leaned down to kiss her. She met his kiss with newly developed ferocity. She wasn't afraid anymore. She was strong.
The two rolled around on the bed, kissing, nibbling, and sucking. Two pairs of hands were roaming over hot bodies and clothes began to disappear. This is so right, Draco thought as she gently bit down on his earlobe. He moved, kissing her throat, moving down to a perfect bare breast. "Shall I place my mark on you?" he asked against her skin.
"No," she mumbled. She smiled and licked his collarbone. "I'm going to put mine on you." She was inexperienced, but he soon had a mark of his own, claiming him as hers. "But it's not a dark mark. You may be like that. I'm not."
Draco had been worked into a frenzy, and had almost missed the comment, but not completely. "Maybe I'm not like that any more." Proving it, he kissed her. "Spread your legs," he whispered.
"Not yet. I'm not ready."
He eased her thighs apart. "Not that. That comes later, when you're ready." He kissed her stomach, the insides of her thighs. "You're going to enjoy this."
When they did have sex, Draco let her make the fist move, and frustrating as it was, he moved slowly, giving her all of the control she needed. She sighed when they were done, resting her head on his chest. "Can we do that again?"
****
Several hours later Hermione woke from an exhausted sleep. Looking around, noticing the lack of light, she swore. "Shit!" Her voice roused Malfoy.
"Wha-?"
"Wake up you idiot! We're supposed to be at school!" She checked her watch. "The feast starts in ten minutes!" She had already started pulling on her clothes, and Malfoy followed suit.
"Damn. So now what? We can't apparate-"
"You've read 'Hogwarts: A History'?"
" 'Know thy enemy, Know thy battlefield.' Old family saying."
"Figures. Luckily, I know another way into the castle without getting caught."
"Good. Let's move out." As they were moving on foot, it still took some time to return to the castle. Fortunately the proprietor of the sweet shop was fast asleep, recovering from the barrage of students earlier in the day.
By the time they exited out the other side of the secret passage, they were out of breath and half an hour late for the feast. "Okay," Hermione breathed heavily. "You go down to the feast. I don't care what kind of story you make up, but make it good, and don't mention me. I'll follow in a few minutes. Hopefully no one will put two and two together." She rushed off to Gryffindor tower without kissing him goodbye.
She quickly changed clothing and brushed her hair, calming down in the process. You just had sex! Twice! And this time you liked it! She joined the feast a few minutes later, slipping into a seat between Harry and Parvati. "Hey guys," she said cheerfully. "Did I miss anything?"
"Where were you?" Ron asked accusingly around a chicken leg.
"I rode back with Parvati and Pansy." She looked at the girl at her elbow with pleading eyes.
She caught on immediately and followed the act. "That's right."
Harry frowned at the girl. "Then why didn't you tell us?"
"You never asked." She shrugged.
Ron was far from convinced. "That doesn't explain why you were forty-five minutes late."
"That's the embarrassing part," she lied as she filled her plate. "I tripped in the mud and fell on my ass."
"She was a complete mess." Parvati stated, getting into her role. "She just needed to clean up before the feast." They bought the story and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. Parvati whispered something in her ear though. "You're glowing." The two both giggled.
In bed that night she let her mind wander, thoughts again returning to Malfoy. Now you've done it, Granger. Sleeping with the enemy. Literally sleeping! You can't let your guard down just because he apologized. You still can't trust him.