Summary: For Harry Potter and the gang, it's their final year at Hogwarts.
Hermione is head girl, and Draco is head boy. Although they still hate each
other with a passion, after a few encounters between the two, it's getting
harder to resist what they really want.
A/N: This is my first Harry Potter story, so PLEASE be gentle with the feedback, but give it, nonetheless.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Not even the storyline, because I'm sure it's been done many times.
Note: * Means someone is thinking.
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After the day's classes were over, Hermione and Ron went back to his room so they could "talk."
When they got inside, Ron shut the door, "Ok, Hermione, what's going on? Why do you want to talk so much?"
"Don't worry Ron, everything's fine. I just...you love me, don't you?"
Ron looked at her like she was crazy, "Of course I do Hermione. Why would you even ask that?"
"I know you love me, it's just..." She trailed off.
"Sit down 'Mione." He motioned to his bed and they sat on it, "What's this really about?"
"How come we've never...gone any further? I mean, all we've ever done is kiss, and we've never really even done that very much. Am I not pretty enough or something?"
"You're beautiful; everything about you is perfect. Why did you wait so long to say something? I never knew you were thinking about this."
"It's sort of a recent development. I love you Ron, and I was us to go onto the next step."
Ron went kind of pale, "You mean, you..."
"I want you to make love to me." She put her hands on his.
"Hermione, I don't now is such a good time."
"Why not?"
"I just think that we should wait." "We've been together practically since we started Hogwarts! I'm tired of waiting!"
"What's the matter with you?" Ron scowled at her.
"Nothing's wrong with me, is it wrong for me to want us to move to the next step?"
"Something's not right here. I wanted us to do this not too long ago, but you said you weren't ready; but now, you're practically begging for it."
Hermione stood up, "Ronald Weasley, I am NOT begging for anything!" She barked.
Ron stood up, "Calm down, that's not what I meant."
"So, you're fine, just they way we are; at square one...all the time."
"Square one? I'd hardly say it was square one."
"Yea, it's more like married life." Hermione deadpanned.
"Tell me what's going on, this isn't like you."
"Forget it!"
"Hermione, what's the matter with you?"
"God, nothing's the matter with me! I just thought that you'd want to move on to the next level of our relationship, make it more special. Obviously, I was wrong!" Hermione stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her, causing everyone in the common room to give her a weird look.
Ron just stood in his room in total shock.
~~
Hermione went back to her common room, again, slamming the door behind her, causing the Draco to jump. She practically ripped her robe open, took it off, and flung it onto her couch.
He looked up from the book he was reading on his couch and smirked when he saw the look on her face; he ignored her outfit...for the moment, "Trouble in paradise?"
She shot him a death glare, "Sod off, unless you want to lose an organ."
This was just too tempting to leave alone. He put his book down and stood up, "I'll take that as a yes. I was right; Weasley's too chicken shit to do anything with you."
"Shut up, Malfoy." She warned. "Or maybe, he just doesn't want you." Draco loved messing with her.
When he said that, to his total surprise, she started crying. She dumped herself onto the floor and just started crying. That wasn't what he had been expecting...at all.
"I don't get it, why doesn't he want me?" She sobbed.
Usually, this would have made Draco happy, seeing her like this, but for some unknown reason, he felt bad for her.
Without even thinking about it, he reached down, grabbed her arm, and hoisted her up, "Stop crying; I can't believe that you're crying over that stupid idiot!"
Hermione whipped her arm away from him, "What the Hell do you care? You goal in life is to see me miserable; you got what you want, now leave me alone!"
Draco scoffed, "You're miserable because of Weasley? That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard! If he turned you down, he obviously doesn't want you; and if he doesn't want you, then that's his loss; he's an idiot. Dump his stupid ass and move on to someone who actually wants you! Just, for the love of god, STOP blubbering over Weasley!"
Hermione did stop crying, and she stared in awe at Draco's little outburst. She studied him for a moment; he was glaring at her, yet he had another look on his face, like he was jealous? Was he jealous that she was so upset about Ron? She decided to test it, "Like you?" She asked.
"Like me what?" He snapped.
"You said I should move onto someone who actually wants me; someone like you?"
Draco snickered, "Me; not likely."
"Then what was that little outburst about?"
"I just didn't want to have to watch you freaking out about...him."
"You could have left."
"What are you getting at Granger?" He snarled.
"You want me, and you're mad because I want to be with Ron...instead of the great Draco Malfoy."
"You think I'm jealous of Weasley? You've got to be kidding. I'm twice the man he'll ever be!"
Hermione chuckled, "He is a better person that you'll EVER be! He has a heart!"
Draco advanced on her, pushing her into the wall, putting his hands on either side of her, trapping her, "Don't you EVER talk to me like that again!" He growled.
Hermione raised her head to meet his eyes, "Or...what?" She challenged.
The look in his eyes told her right away what he was thinking, "Don't." She warned.
"What?" He replaced his look of contempt with his famous smirk.
"Don't." She repeated.
"Why?" He moved his left hand from the wall and put it around her waist, touching the exposed skin.
"Because..." She trailed off.
"Because?" He questioned.
"Because...I don't know if I can stop." She looked down.
"That's what I was counting on."
Before he had a chance to make another move, she ducked under his right arm and stepped away from him, "You've been waiting for this, haven't you; A moment when my defenses were down, so you could sweep in for the kill."
Draco spun around to face her, "God Hermione, For once, stop analyzing everything to death!"
Hermione stopped when she heard her name; it was the first time he'd ever called her by her first name.
Draco went on, "You love that moron, and I get that; but he doesn't treat you the way you deserve to be treated."
"Didn't we already go through this?" She snapped.
"Yes, but obviously it didn't get through that thick skull of yours." He walked over to her, and she backed away, trying to keep a safe distance. She was finally out of places to go when she ran into the back of his couch. He kept walking towards her until he was standing about a foot away from her.
"Ron treats me just fine." She spit out.
"Obviously not if you keep coming to me for...release."
"Release? Please; you're the one who keeps...hitting on me."
"Yes, but you haven't stopped me yet. The only reason why we stopped was because people kept interrupting us. Now, there's no one around to stop us." He closed the gap between them.
"I can stop us." She was getting that feeling in the pit of her stomach again.
"But you don't want to, do you." It was a statement.
"How do you know what I want?" She barked.
"You want someone who will appreciate everything you have to offer, mind...body, and soul. You want someone to help you get rid of all this sexual frustration that you've got right now. You want someone who actually knows what he's doing."
"I..." She was at a loss for words. She knew he was right, and she couldn't fight him anymore.
"Shh. No more talking." Draco slowly leaned forward and Hermione couldn't help but lean in as well to meet him softly as their lips met. His hand moved to her cheek and slid along her jaw as he continued kissing her. She was surprised at how gentle he was being. Hermione felt lightheaded, so her hands came up to his waist to steady herself. His tongue delicately traced her lower lip and she sighed, breathlessly. Hermione opened her mouth and he slowly slid his tongue into her mouth. She shivered when his tongue slid against hers and her legs began to shake.
He was kissing her so deeply, that Hermione was running out of air. Her tongue slid alongside his into his mouth and a soft groan escaped his throat. She wrapped her arms abound his back, and his hands were on her sides, like he was holding her in place. The tighter he held her there, the more she wanted to stay there, forever.
They parted for a breath and she suddenly realized what had happened.
"Oh my god," she said, meeting his eyes, "We can't do this."
Draco latched onto her arm before she could get away, "No way, you aren't doing this to me again. I know you want this. Forget about Weasley and everything else in your life for just one night."
Draco held onto Hermione's waist again and connected their lips once more and she immediately kissed him back. Her heart leapt as his hands got a tighter hold of her waist.
His left hand slid down her waist and stopped just below her skirt. Then his other hand slid down to the other side of her skirt, until both hands were at the base of her thighs. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, never breaking their kiss. He walked over to his bedroom door and pressed her back against it, never once breaking their kiss.
The woman in the portrait was shocked, "Password...please?" She stuttered.
"Pureblood." Draco murmured against Hermione's lips.
The door swung open, and Draco carried her inside, slamming the door behind him.
~~
End of pt. 5
*Like I said in my note, I couldn't seem to get 'the good stuff' written for me, so I'm just gonna let everyone use their imaginations. If someone WANTS to help me, let me know!
Did you like the chapter otherwise?
A/N: This is my first Harry Potter story, so PLEASE be gentle with the feedback, but give it, nonetheless.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Not even the storyline, because I'm sure it's been done many times.
Note: * Means someone is thinking.
~~
After the day's classes were over, Hermione and Ron went back to his room so they could "talk."
When they got inside, Ron shut the door, "Ok, Hermione, what's going on? Why do you want to talk so much?"
"Don't worry Ron, everything's fine. I just...you love me, don't you?"
Ron looked at her like she was crazy, "Of course I do Hermione. Why would you even ask that?"
"I know you love me, it's just..." She trailed off.
"Sit down 'Mione." He motioned to his bed and they sat on it, "What's this really about?"
"How come we've never...gone any further? I mean, all we've ever done is kiss, and we've never really even done that very much. Am I not pretty enough or something?"
"You're beautiful; everything about you is perfect. Why did you wait so long to say something? I never knew you were thinking about this."
"It's sort of a recent development. I love you Ron, and I was us to go onto the next step."
Ron went kind of pale, "You mean, you..."
"I want you to make love to me." She put her hands on his.
"Hermione, I don't now is such a good time."
"Why not?"
"I just think that we should wait." "We've been together practically since we started Hogwarts! I'm tired of waiting!"
"What's the matter with you?" Ron scowled at her.
"Nothing's wrong with me, is it wrong for me to want us to move to the next step?"
"Something's not right here. I wanted us to do this not too long ago, but you said you weren't ready; but now, you're practically begging for it."
Hermione stood up, "Ronald Weasley, I am NOT begging for anything!" She barked.
Ron stood up, "Calm down, that's not what I meant."
"So, you're fine, just they way we are; at square one...all the time."
"Square one? I'd hardly say it was square one."
"Yea, it's more like married life." Hermione deadpanned.
"Tell me what's going on, this isn't like you."
"Forget it!"
"Hermione, what's the matter with you?"
"God, nothing's the matter with me! I just thought that you'd want to move on to the next level of our relationship, make it more special. Obviously, I was wrong!" Hermione stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her, causing everyone in the common room to give her a weird look.
Ron just stood in his room in total shock.
~~
Hermione went back to her common room, again, slamming the door behind her, causing the Draco to jump. She practically ripped her robe open, took it off, and flung it onto her couch.
He looked up from the book he was reading on his couch and smirked when he saw the look on her face; he ignored her outfit...for the moment, "Trouble in paradise?"
She shot him a death glare, "Sod off, unless you want to lose an organ."
This was just too tempting to leave alone. He put his book down and stood up, "I'll take that as a yes. I was right; Weasley's too chicken shit to do anything with you."
"Shut up, Malfoy." She warned. "Or maybe, he just doesn't want you." Draco loved messing with her.
When he said that, to his total surprise, she started crying. She dumped herself onto the floor and just started crying. That wasn't what he had been expecting...at all.
"I don't get it, why doesn't he want me?" She sobbed.
Usually, this would have made Draco happy, seeing her like this, but for some unknown reason, he felt bad for her.
Without even thinking about it, he reached down, grabbed her arm, and hoisted her up, "Stop crying; I can't believe that you're crying over that stupid idiot!"
Hermione whipped her arm away from him, "What the Hell do you care? You goal in life is to see me miserable; you got what you want, now leave me alone!"
Draco scoffed, "You're miserable because of Weasley? That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard! If he turned you down, he obviously doesn't want you; and if he doesn't want you, then that's his loss; he's an idiot. Dump his stupid ass and move on to someone who actually wants you! Just, for the love of god, STOP blubbering over Weasley!"
Hermione did stop crying, and she stared in awe at Draco's little outburst. She studied him for a moment; he was glaring at her, yet he had another look on his face, like he was jealous? Was he jealous that she was so upset about Ron? She decided to test it, "Like you?" She asked.
"Like me what?" He snapped.
"You said I should move onto someone who actually wants me; someone like you?"
Draco snickered, "Me; not likely."
"Then what was that little outburst about?"
"I just didn't want to have to watch you freaking out about...him."
"You could have left."
"What are you getting at Granger?" He snarled.
"You want me, and you're mad because I want to be with Ron...instead of the great Draco Malfoy."
"You think I'm jealous of Weasley? You've got to be kidding. I'm twice the man he'll ever be!"
Hermione chuckled, "He is a better person that you'll EVER be! He has a heart!"
Draco advanced on her, pushing her into the wall, putting his hands on either side of her, trapping her, "Don't you EVER talk to me like that again!" He growled.
Hermione raised her head to meet his eyes, "Or...what?" She challenged.
The look in his eyes told her right away what he was thinking, "Don't." She warned.
"What?" He replaced his look of contempt with his famous smirk.
"Don't." She repeated.
"Why?" He moved his left hand from the wall and put it around her waist, touching the exposed skin.
"Because..." She trailed off.
"Because?" He questioned.
"Because...I don't know if I can stop." She looked down.
"That's what I was counting on."
Before he had a chance to make another move, she ducked under his right arm and stepped away from him, "You've been waiting for this, haven't you; A moment when my defenses were down, so you could sweep in for the kill."
Draco spun around to face her, "God Hermione, For once, stop analyzing everything to death!"
Hermione stopped when she heard her name; it was the first time he'd ever called her by her first name.
Draco went on, "You love that moron, and I get that; but he doesn't treat you the way you deserve to be treated."
"Didn't we already go through this?" She snapped.
"Yes, but obviously it didn't get through that thick skull of yours." He walked over to her, and she backed away, trying to keep a safe distance. She was finally out of places to go when she ran into the back of his couch. He kept walking towards her until he was standing about a foot away from her.
"Ron treats me just fine." She spit out.
"Obviously not if you keep coming to me for...release."
"Release? Please; you're the one who keeps...hitting on me."
"Yes, but you haven't stopped me yet. The only reason why we stopped was because people kept interrupting us. Now, there's no one around to stop us." He closed the gap between them.
"I can stop us." She was getting that feeling in the pit of her stomach again.
"But you don't want to, do you." It was a statement.
"How do you know what I want?" She barked.
"You want someone who will appreciate everything you have to offer, mind...body, and soul. You want someone to help you get rid of all this sexual frustration that you've got right now. You want someone who actually knows what he's doing."
"I..." She was at a loss for words. She knew he was right, and she couldn't fight him anymore.
"Shh. No more talking." Draco slowly leaned forward and Hermione couldn't help but lean in as well to meet him softly as their lips met. His hand moved to her cheek and slid along her jaw as he continued kissing her. She was surprised at how gentle he was being. Hermione felt lightheaded, so her hands came up to his waist to steady herself. His tongue delicately traced her lower lip and she sighed, breathlessly. Hermione opened her mouth and he slowly slid his tongue into her mouth. She shivered when his tongue slid against hers and her legs began to shake.
He was kissing her so deeply, that Hermione was running out of air. Her tongue slid alongside his into his mouth and a soft groan escaped his throat. She wrapped her arms abound his back, and his hands were on her sides, like he was holding her in place. The tighter he held her there, the more she wanted to stay there, forever.
They parted for a breath and she suddenly realized what had happened.
"Oh my god," she said, meeting his eyes, "We can't do this."
Draco latched onto her arm before she could get away, "No way, you aren't doing this to me again. I know you want this. Forget about Weasley and everything else in your life for just one night."
Draco held onto Hermione's waist again and connected their lips once more and she immediately kissed him back. Her heart leapt as his hands got a tighter hold of her waist.
His left hand slid down her waist and stopped just below her skirt. Then his other hand slid down to the other side of her skirt, until both hands were at the base of her thighs. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, never breaking their kiss. He walked over to his bedroom door and pressed her back against it, never once breaking their kiss.
The woman in the portrait was shocked, "Password...please?" She stuttered.
"Pureblood." Draco murmured against Hermione's lips.
The door swung open, and Draco carried her inside, slamming the door behind him.
~~
End of pt. 5
*Like I said in my note, I couldn't seem to get 'the good stuff' written for me, so I'm just gonna let everyone use their imaginations. If someone WANTS to help me, let me know!
Did you like the chapter otherwise?