Chapter 16
Two nights later they 'ran into each other' on their rounds, meeting up at the library. They made use of one of the worktables, again using their clothes as bedding. "We have to find someplace more comfortable," Hermione said afterwards, sitting naked with her legs crossed. "I banged my head on the table. Twice."
"Maybe we can get the teacher's lounge unlocked tomorrow night. They have a sofa."
"Good idea." The two sat in relative quiet for a few moments. Draco reached over and stroked her hair.
"Why did you come back?" Hermione asked suddenly. "Why are you being nice?"
How do I answer this one? "Lust, boredom, bugger all, I don't know. Pansy chewed me out for treating you badly. Maybe I had to prove some things to her."
"Then you didn't mean it? When you apologized."
"I'm just trying to make an effort to behave myself. After all, I am getting sex out of the deal."
"Bastard."
"And don't you forget it."
Saying these things to her, he realized that while they were true, there were other factors involved, which he did not care to admit. He respected her for fighting back. Hermione was the only girl that had ever done that. She had strength that he would never possess. She was smart too, something he was not accustomed to in his friends. If they could ever put aside their differences long enough, they would have great conversations.
Yes, Draco was having thoughts that he didn't like. His father surely would hate them, if he knew. Certainly she was not suitable for marriage, and even worse was the idea of half-breed Mudblood Gryffindor children. No, that would not do. Maybe, just maybe, he could keep her as a mistress after graduation.
Tucked off to the side, in a little flat near Malfoy Manor. His father owned several such flats, but at least the women and girls he kept were pure blood. His father made sure of that. But as long as no one knew, it wouldn't be such a bad thing..
Yes. He could keep her. Would keep her. He would find a way, no matter what it cost. Maybe, just maybe, he could get her to love him. And she would be his. Not just the fun little muggle device, not only a tight cunt; the whole girl. His. Forever
*****
Hermione spent the following days and weeks in relative happiness. Venting sexual frustration had been good for her. She managed not to fight with Ron, and was able to pay less attention to her schoolwork, instead of forcing attention on it. She had even begun to flirt lightly with Dean.
One Saturday evening she was studying up on Herbology in the dorm room, only to be interrupted by Parvati bursting into the room. "There you are! I've been trying to track you down since after dinner. I tried to catch you, but Pansy distracted me and it never happened." Hermione nodded. The two girls were getting along well together, and she was glad of it. Parvati occasionally shared tidbits of the relationship. She and Hermione had grown closer as friends after the mistaken kiss, and Hermione was glad of it.
"So, what's up?" Hermione closed her book and sat up from her reclined position on her bed.
"Earlier today, I had to make an emergency trip to Moaning Myrtle's toilet."
"She whine at you while you were trying to pee? I hate it when that happens."
"Well, yes, she did do that, but she also shared an interesting piece of information that she overheard a while back. Apparently she had been itching to tell someone, but no one would come into the room. She told me that she had heard you talking to yourself. About Draco Malfoy."
Oh shit. "So. Doesn't mean anything. Talking about him how?"
"So, it got me thinking, and I talked to Pansy-she's friends with him-who confirmed my suspicions."
"So, how are you and Pansy?"
"Fine, we-don't change the subject. Draco Malfoy. You're fucking Draco Malfoy. Are you insane?"
"No."
"You don't care that he's inherently evil?"
"Yes."
"But you're still going out with him."
"No."
"Then what are you doing with him?"
"Sex."
"I see."
"Good."
Parvati sat down next to her friend. "Why don't we talk about this? Using more than one word sentences. Pansy said that.she said that he raped you. Did he?"
Hermione sighed. You're not going to get out of this, Granger. Take it like a woman. "Yes. No. Yes. It's complicated." She explained what had happened, how she had changed her mind at the last minute.
"That doesn't mean a thing. He should have stopped."
"I know. Look, it's a complex thing. I know what I'm doing now, though. He's gotten better, for some reason. I'm not being forced into anything."
"Are you sure? It's just so dangerous. And a relationship with."
"It's not a relationship. Just sex, no emotions. Meaningless, really good sex.."
"Hope you're using protection." She was using a scolding tone.
"Who are you talking to? I've got those spells covered."
"I know. It's just that-that you used to be so, well, sweet and naïve. What happened to you?"
Hermione shrugged. "We've all got to grow up sometime."
"But why Malfoy?"
"Hey, you're dating a Slytherin too."
"Pansy's a little bitchy, yes, and she does have a superiority complex, but she's not an evil, muggle hating, Death Eater in training."
Hermione winced. "I try not to think about it. Parvati, you will keep quiet about this. Don't tell anyone, and I mean it. Bad things could happen if this got out. Not that I mind ruining Malfoy's reputation, but I do have my own to worry about as well."
"Not to mention what your Ron would do."
"Ha! *My* Ron? What an idea. He's not my anything."
"Yeah, sure." Parvati grinned suddenly. "Well, I've got a little midnight meeting to get to, so I'll see you later."
"Yeah," Hermione agreed. "Me too. Uh, don't got to the teacher's lounge, okay?"
They both got up together and started down the stairs. "Just as long as you don't go near the broom closet by the Great Hall. And Hermione? If you ever want to talk, I'm here. Okay?"
"I know. Thanks."
*****
Hermione and Draco sat together on the couch in the teacher's lounge. Her fingers were lazily fondling him. "You keep that up, and I may have to attack you again."
"So?"
"Slut."
"Filthy mudblood slut, you mean?"
There was a stabbing in there somewhere. His heart? He focused his eyes on her. "Where did that come from? I thought we were good now."
"I just wonder sometimes."
"There are exceptions to every rule," he said finally. "You're a talented witch, I'll give you that. It's unfortunate that your parents happen to be.well, not."
She had stopped her attentions and was getting up. "This is bad, you know that? We can't do this any more." She picked up her robes and most her clothes. Her underwear was nowhere to be found. Quickly, Hermione dressed anyway.
"Why not?" He stood up, angry. "Why can't we do this? What's wrong with it?"
"You're evil."
"No I'm not." Shit shit shit. Shit. Lie your arse off Malfoy, or you'll never see this girl again. Think, damn you! "It's not my fault, who my father is. I was raised this way. There's nothing I can do. I have to do wh-what," he faked a stutter. "What he wants me to do. You know how my father plays people. And if I'm not like him, you don't know. You can never know."
It was all a lie. A beautiful, perfect lie. Of course he was afraid of his father. No man in his right mind wouldn't be. But he had always known he would follow in his footsteps. Hermione Granger was simply a slight setback.
She bought it. "Oh. I see." She sat back down. "Want to talk about it?"
They talked long into the night, Draco telling tales of his father and he as a boy, leaving out the good parts, exaggerating the worst. He had her now. She was his, mind and body. He was sure of it. Dead sure.
Two nights later they 'ran into each other' on their rounds, meeting up at the library. They made use of one of the worktables, again using their clothes as bedding. "We have to find someplace more comfortable," Hermione said afterwards, sitting naked with her legs crossed. "I banged my head on the table. Twice."
"Maybe we can get the teacher's lounge unlocked tomorrow night. They have a sofa."
"Good idea." The two sat in relative quiet for a few moments. Draco reached over and stroked her hair.
"Why did you come back?" Hermione asked suddenly. "Why are you being nice?"
How do I answer this one? "Lust, boredom, bugger all, I don't know. Pansy chewed me out for treating you badly. Maybe I had to prove some things to her."
"Then you didn't mean it? When you apologized."
"I'm just trying to make an effort to behave myself. After all, I am getting sex out of the deal."
"Bastard."
"And don't you forget it."
Saying these things to her, he realized that while they were true, there were other factors involved, which he did not care to admit. He respected her for fighting back. Hermione was the only girl that had ever done that. She had strength that he would never possess. She was smart too, something he was not accustomed to in his friends. If they could ever put aside their differences long enough, they would have great conversations.
Yes, Draco was having thoughts that he didn't like. His father surely would hate them, if he knew. Certainly she was not suitable for marriage, and even worse was the idea of half-breed Mudblood Gryffindor children. No, that would not do. Maybe, just maybe, he could keep her as a mistress after graduation.
Tucked off to the side, in a little flat near Malfoy Manor. His father owned several such flats, but at least the women and girls he kept were pure blood. His father made sure of that. But as long as no one knew, it wouldn't be such a bad thing..
Yes. He could keep her. Would keep her. He would find a way, no matter what it cost. Maybe, just maybe, he could get her to love him. And she would be his. Not just the fun little muggle device, not only a tight cunt; the whole girl. His. Forever
*****
Hermione spent the following days and weeks in relative happiness. Venting sexual frustration had been good for her. She managed not to fight with Ron, and was able to pay less attention to her schoolwork, instead of forcing attention on it. She had even begun to flirt lightly with Dean.
One Saturday evening she was studying up on Herbology in the dorm room, only to be interrupted by Parvati bursting into the room. "There you are! I've been trying to track you down since after dinner. I tried to catch you, but Pansy distracted me and it never happened." Hermione nodded. The two girls were getting along well together, and she was glad of it. Parvati occasionally shared tidbits of the relationship. She and Hermione had grown closer as friends after the mistaken kiss, and Hermione was glad of it.
"So, what's up?" Hermione closed her book and sat up from her reclined position on her bed.
"Earlier today, I had to make an emergency trip to Moaning Myrtle's toilet."
"She whine at you while you were trying to pee? I hate it when that happens."
"Well, yes, she did do that, but she also shared an interesting piece of information that she overheard a while back. Apparently she had been itching to tell someone, but no one would come into the room. She told me that she had heard you talking to yourself. About Draco Malfoy."
Oh shit. "So. Doesn't mean anything. Talking about him how?"
"So, it got me thinking, and I talked to Pansy-she's friends with him-who confirmed my suspicions."
"So, how are you and Pansy?"
"Fine, we-don't change the subject. Draco Malfoy. You're fucking Draco Malfoy. Are you insane?"
"No."
"You don't care that he's inherently evil?"
"Yes."
"But you're still going out with him."
"No."
"Then what are you doing with him?"
"Sex."
"I see."
"Good."
Parvati sat down next to her friend. "Why don't we talk about this? Using more than one word sentences. Pansy said that.she said that he raped you. Did he?"
Hermione sighed. You're not going to get out of this, Granger. Take it like a woman. "Yes. No. Yes. It's complicated." She explained what had happened, how she had changed her mind at the last minute.
"That doesn't mean a thing. He should have stopped."
"I know. Look, it's a complex thing. I know what I'm doing now, though. He's gotten better, for some reason. I'm not being forced into anything."
"Are you sure? It's just so dangerous. And a relationship with."
"It's not a relationship. Just sex, no emotions. Meaningless, really good sex.."
"Hope you're using protection." She was using a scolding tone.
"Who are you talking to? I've got those spells covered."
"I know. It's just that-that you used to be so, well, sweet and naïve. What happened to you?"
Hermione shrugged. "We've all got to grow up sometime."
"But why Malfoy?"
"Hey, you're dating a Slytherin too."
"Pansy's a little bitchy, yes, and she does have a superiority complex, but she's not an evil, muggle hating, Death Eater in training."
Hermione winced. "I try not to think about it. Parvati, you will keep quiet about this. Don't tell anyone, and I mean it. Bad things could happen if this got out. Not that I mind ruining Malfoy's reputation, but I do have my own to worry about as well."
"Not to mention what your Ron would do."
"Ha! *My* Ron? What an idea. He's not my anything."
"Yeah, sure." Parvati grinned suddenly. "Well, I've got a little midnight meeting to get to, so I'll see you later."
"Yeah," Hermione agreed. "Me too. Uh, don't got to the teacher's lounge, okay?"
They both got up together and started down the stairs. "Just as long as you don't go near the broom closet by the Great Hall. And Hermione? If you ever want to talk, I'm here. Okay?"
"I know. Thanks."
*****
Hermione and Draco sat together on the couch in the teacher's lounge. Her fingers were lazily fondling him. "You keep that up, and I may have to attack you again."
"So?"
"Slut."
"Filthy mudblood slut, you mean?"
There was a stabbing in there somewhere. His heart? He focused his eyes on her. "Where did that come from? I thought we were good now."
"I just wonder sometimes."
"There are exceptions to every rule," he said finally. "You're a talented witch, I'll give you that. It's unfortunate that your parents happen to be.well, not."
She had stopped her attentions and was getting up. "This is bad, you know that? We can't do this any more." She picked up her robes and most her clothes. Her underwear was nowhere to be found. Quickly, Hermione dressed anyway.
"Why not?" He stood up, angry. "Why can't we do this? What's wrong with it?"
"You're evil."
"No I'm not." Shit shit shit. Shit. Lie your arse off Malfoy, or you'll never see this girl again. Think, damn you! "It's not my fault, who my father is. I was raised this way. There's nothing I can do. I have to do wh-what," he faked a stutter. "What he wants me to do. You know how my father plays people. And if I'm not like him, you don't know. You can never know."
It was all a lie. A beautiful, perfect lie. Of course he was afraid of his father. No man in his right mind wouldn't be. But he had always known he would follow in his footsteps. Hermione Granger was simply a slight setback.
She bought it. "Oh. I see." She sat back down. "Want to talk about it?"
They talked long into the night, Draco telling tales of his father and he as a boy, leaving out the good parts, exaggerating the worst. He had her now. She was his, mind and body. He was sure of it. Dead sure.