A/N: The end of my short, sweet little series. This would go on longer, but its been almost a year since concert choir's pops concert with James Taylor, so I don't listen too much anymore. I'm sorry that I made you all wait that long, but I really thank everyone that reviewed!
Don't Let Me Be Lonely Tonight
5. Invisibly Out in the Open
Stiff posture, but bounce in his step, Draco impeccably marched to a lightened mood towards the massive castle door, ready to begin another year at Hogwarts- his first to include the promise of noisy nights.
"Hermione! Hermione- wait up!" yelled Harry from another car. Full of the juvenile splendor he always exuded, he ran up to meet his best friend and closest comrad.
Ron followed close behind with a suspicious and dark look casting a shadow over his features.
"He's looking at you," accused the red-head.
"I know that," she tried to pass off the knowledge as common-place, but she fought in her head with her promise the day before. She wasn't ashamed. It just wasn't as easy as it sounded.
"And why would that be?" Harry mustered after running himself breathless trying to catch up with her quickened pace.
She stopped abruptly and turned to face them, point-blank. "Because we've just had a rather pleasant conversation on the train and he's changed quite significantly over the past few years. You'd be surprised."
"I am! I'm most definately surprised that you'd associate with a ferret like that!" retorted Ron.
"Whatever. I'm going in, care to join me?"
The two followed close suit, attempting to understand why she would ever sympathize with the main person responsible for ridiculing and mocking her for their first 4 years of Hogwart's education.
The Sorting was rather uneventful- how many times can you watch it before it gets old?- but Hermione was tempted to glance over Harry's shoulder more than once as he spoke to her. Glancing into Draco's piercing blue eyes, eyes so cold she shivered in pleasure recalling their snow covered tryst, she felt herself grow damp as he made passively obscene sexual gestures when no one but she was watching.
Her cheeks reddened, and she slowly took a drink of water. As Harry and Ron clapped, she dipped a finger into her glass and traced the rim. Then, wetting her finger again, she traced her lips. Then her collar bone. Finally, further down, she brushed her nipple over her robes ever so slightly and quickly, but enough for him to brighten.
"Tonight," he mouthed.
"You or me?" she mouthed in return.
He ran his fingers through his hair and she understood.
A nod in agreement ended their exchange and Harry regained her attention.
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"Goodnight!"
"Goodnight- sweet dreams!" were exchanged among the tired but excited Gryffindor residents in the common room. First years weary from travel and nerves, and the rest ready to face the challenge of the new year.
Hermione changed into a tight scarlet tank top, and short black shorts. Her room was always a bit stuffy, and she liked wearing as little as possible without being indecent. She thoroughly brushed her hair, which had been trimmed to just passed her shoulder-blades. Her teeth were brushed, flossed, and mouth-washed to minty fresh-ness. Her nails were filed and polished. She smoothed a light moisturizer over her skin, maintaining its softness. He was very meticulous in his lovemaking, and would notice every little detail.
She slipped on a pair of socks and quietly proceeded into the common room. Moving to the fire-place, she muttered "Accio Cloak!" and felt the fabric as she firmly grasped it in her hand. She slipped it over her head, almost feeling guilty for taking it, then smiling as she recalled her purpose. She left a confused Fat Lady pondering the whereabouts of the person that had just roused her from sleep, and made her way through the winding halls to the slytherin dorms. Now, how to get in?
"Looking for this?"
She jumped.
"Merlin, Draco- you scared the hell out of me!"
"That takes the fun out of getting your heart racing myself..."
He followed the scent of her to the cloak and successfully made his way into it. Invisibility was no match for lust. Her lips found his and they made their way to the floor. He pulled at her top while she dug those manicured nails into his bare back- his entire body void of coverage save those emerald boxers. His tousled blonde hair gave him a sexily dangerous look that took her breath away, and as she tried to gain it back, he dug his teeth into her neck.
"Vampire!"
"It's not your blood I'm after Granger- its your reputation," he menacingly growled. Romance was for the summer, the cold stone floor boiled his blood and fueled his agressions. He dominated her- roughly grabbing her wrists and holding them to the floor as she writhed under him. Moving his hands down her arms, then sides, he tore her shorts off to find she hadn't bothered with underwear. He smiled, surprised.
"If I wasn't wearing it on the train, why would I bother unpacking it when I knew it wouldn't stay on for the night?"
"I love your efficiency," he whispered into her neck, licking the damaged he'd caused.
"You'll love it more when you harness your hormones enough to realize we're in the middle of the castle outside of your common rooms," she pointed out.
"Shit!" he exclaimed as he got up and off of her. She seized the opportunity to throw him down and pin him under her.
"Invisibility cloak and silencing spell. Yes, I did think of everything." With that, she knelt over his hips, licking the trim of his shorts and taking them off of him, exposing his erect member. He grabbed her hips and let himself into her red, swollen sex as she ground against him- touching as much of her clit to his body as she could. She preferred touching his body, spreading the sensations all over him, than to touching herself if she could, and likewise expected him to be touching other parts of her. Tonight, he lavished her shoulders. Biting, licking, tickling, kissing, distracting her from his throbbing, extending her orgasm that much longer.
When they finally came, her neck and shoulders were bruised, and his waist was bleeding from where she'd scratched him when he'd surprised her by thrusting his hips up as she fell onto him. They were exhausted but laughing at their lack of control.
"Heh, you'd think that would get a little safer once you know what to expect," he quipped as she licked his wounds.
"I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting the rush! How about you? These shoulders are going to take a lot of explaining!"
He kissed her shoulders, then her neck.
"And how will you explain them?"
"Don't ruin tonight, Draco, please."
"Hermione, how would you explain them?"
"I wouldn't lie if that's what you're implying. But its not going to be easy, which I've told you before, and I'm not going to rush. They know I talk to you," she admitted, hoping to detour his questions, at least for the time being, but Draco wouldn't have it.
"Ok. But I'm coming clean tomorrow if they ask."
"No! I'll do it. You can back me up, but I have to tell them. If you say it they'll think you raped me or something."
"Fine. Do you want to go back to bed?"
"Not really, but I suppose I should."
"Ok, let me walk you."
"No, you stay here. I've got the cloak, you don't. Besides, I need to stop smiling before bed. Though tomorrow morning at breakfast I'll start all over again. Good night, love," she kissed him farewell.
"Good night. And Hermione? I'm not rushing you. I just know you'll feel better when its out in the open."
"I like secrets Draco. I don't mind finally having something to hide from them."
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Disclaimer: Don't own JK and co. Sorry bout the wait- thanks to all my reviewers!
Don't Let Me Be Lonely Tonight
5. Invisibly Out in the Open
Stiff posture, but bounce in his step, Draco impeccably marched to a lightened mood towards the massive castle door, ready to begin another year at Hogwarts- his first to include the promise of noisy nights.
"Hermione! Hermione- wait up!" yelled Harry from another car. Full of the juvenile splendor he always exuded, he ran up to meet his best friend and closest comrad.
Ron followed close behind with a suspicious and dark look casting a shadow over his features.
"He's looking at you," accused the red-head.
"I know that," she tried to pass off the knowledge as common-place, but she fought in her head with her promise the day before. She wasn't ashamed. It just wasn't as easy as it sounded.
"And why would that be?" Harry mustered after running himself breathless trying to catch up with her quickened pace.
She stopped abruptly and turned to face them, point-blank. "Because we've just had a rather pleasant conversation on the train and he's changed quite significantly over the past few years. You'd be surprised."
"I am! I'm most definately surprised that you'd associate with a ferret like that!" retorted Ron.
"Whatever. I'm going in, care to join me?"
The two followed close suit, attempting to understand why she would ever sympathize with the main person responsible for ridiculing and mocking her for their first 4 years of Hogwart's education.
The Sorting was rather uneventful- how many times can you watch it before it gets old?- but Hermione was tempted to glance over Harry's shoulder more than once as he spoke to her. Glancing into Draco's piercing blue eyes, eyes so cold she shivered in pleasure recalling their snow covered tryst, she felt herself grow damp as he made passively obscene sexual gestures when no one but she was watching.
Her cheeks reddened, and she slowly took a drink of water. As Harry and Ron clapped, she dipped a finger into her glass and traced the rim. Then, wetting her finger again, she traced her lips. Then her collar bone. Finally, further down, she brushed her nipple over her robes ever so slightly and quickly, but enough for him to brighten.
"Tonight," he mouthed.
"You or me?" she mouthed in return.
He ran his fingers through his hair and she understood.
A nod in agreement ended their exchange and Harry regained her attention.
~~~~~^~~~~~^~~~~~@ RWT
"Goodnight!"
"Goodnight- sweet dreams!" were exchanged among the tired but excited Gryffindor residents in the common room. First years weary from travel and nerves, and the rest ready to face the challenge of the new year.
Hermione changed into a tight scarlet tank top, and short black shorts. Her room was always a bit stuffy, and she liked wearing as little as possible without being indecent. She thoroughly brushed her hair, which had been trimmed to just passed her shoulder-blades. Her teeth were brushed, flossed, and mouth-washed to minty fresh-ness. Her nails were filed and polished. She smoothed a light moisturizer over her skin, maintaining its softness. He was very meticulous in his lovemaking, and would notice every little detail.
She slipped on a pair of socks and quietly proceeded into the common room. Moving to the fire-place, she muttered "Accio Cloak!" and felt the fabric as she firmly grasped it in her hand. She slipped it over her head, almost feeling guilty for taking it, then smiling as she recalled her purpose. She left a confused Fat Lady pondering the whereabouts of the person that had just roused her from sleep, and made her way through the winding halls to the slytherin dorms. Now, how to get in?
"Looking for this?"
She jumped.
"Merlin, Draco- you scared the hell out of me!"
"That takes the fun out of getting your heart racing myself..."
He followed the scent of her to the cloak and successfully made his way into it. Invisibility was no match for lust. Her lips found his and they made their way to the floor. He pulled at her top while she dug those manicured nails into his bare back- his entire body void of coverage save those emerald boxers. His tousled blonde hair gave him a sexily dangerous look that took her breath away, and as she tried to gain it back, he dug his teeth into her neck.
"Vampire!"
"It's not your blood I'm after Granger- its your reputation," he menacingly growled. Romance was for the summer, the cold stone floor boiled his blood and fueled his agressions. He dominated her- roughly grabbing her wrists and holding them to the floor as she writhed under him. Moving his hands down her arms, then sides, he tore her shorts off to find she hadn't bothered with underwear. He smiled, surprised.
"If I wasn't wearing it on the train, why would I bother unpacking it when I knew it wouldn't stay on for the night?"
"I love your efficiency," he whispered into her neck, licking the damaged he'd caused.
"You'll love it more when you harness your hormones enough to realize we're in the middle of the castle outside of your common rooms," she pointed out.
"Shit!" he exclaimed as he got up and off of her. She seized the opportunity to throw him down and pin him under her.
"Invisibility cloak and silencing spell. Yes, I did think of everything." With that, she knelt over his hips, licking the trim of his shorts and taking them off of him, exposing his erect member. He grabbed her hips and let himself into her red, swollen sex as she ground against him- touching as much of her clit to his body as she could. She preferred touching his body, spreading the sensations all over him, than to touching herself if she could, and likewise expected him to be touching other parts of her. Tonight, he lavished her shoulders. Biting, licking, tickling, kissing, distracting her from his throbbing, extending her orgasm that much longer.
When they finally came, her neck and shoulders were bruised, and his waist was bleeding from where she'd scratched him when he'd surprised her by thrusting his hips up as she fell onto him. They were exhausted but laughing at their lack of control.
"Heh, you'd think that would get a little safer once you know what to expect," he quipped as she licked his wounds.
"I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting the rush! How about you? These shoulders are going to take a lot of explaining!"
He kissed her shoulders, then her neck.
"And how will you explain them?"
"Don't ruin tonight, Draco, please."
"Hermione, how would you explain them?"
"I wouldn't lie if that's what you're implying. But its not going to be easy, which I've told you before, and I'm not going to rush. They know I talk to you," she admitted, hoping to detour his questions, at least for the time being, but Draco wouldn't have it.
"Ok. But I'm coming clean tomorrow if they ask."
"No! I'll do it. You can back me up, but I have to tell them. If you say it they'll think you raped me or something."
"Fine. Do you want to go back to bed?"
"Not really, but I suppose I should."
"Ok, let me walk you."
"No, you stay here. I've got the cloak, you don't. Besides, I need to stop smiling before bed. Though tomorrow morning at breakfast I'll start all over again. Good night, love," she kissed him farewell.
"Good night. And Hermione? I'm not rushing you. I just know you'll feel better when its out in the open."
"I like secrets Draco. I don't mind finally having something to hide from them."
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Disclaimer: Don't own JK and co. Sorry bout the wait- thanks to all my reviewers!