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Ch. 9 Coming close
"Go Harry! Go Ron!" Hermione yelled at the top of her lungs. It was the first quidditch game of the season, and the score was tied, thirty to thirty. Around her, the rest of the Gryffindor House was cheering and rooting for their team members to do well. She scanned the field to find Draco, who was sitting on his broom overlooking the field. She gave an inward smile, which was followed by a twinge of pain. They being together secretly were both exciting but saddening. She enjoyed his company, being with him, doing homework together, sneaking off to make out in the Astronomy Tower gave her flutters in her tummy. But she hated keeping this secret from Ron and Harry. She wanted to go around the school, holding Draco's hand and showing everyone how proud she was of him. But, alas, she knew the consequences if their relationship was ever discovered. "Beat their Slytherin ass, Harry!" she shouted. Professor McGonagall shot her a disapproving look and Hermione blushed. She looked up and saw Draco and Harry diving for the snitch, narrowly avoiding a bludger. Hermione's eyes widened as the boys got closer to the ground, neither one of them willing to ease up on their brooms. "Get it Harry! Get it Harry!" she jumped up and down excitedly. Harry had inched his way forward, getting closer to the snitch. Draco quickly shot a look over at Hermione, who had anxiety reading all over her face. He wanted to impress her, show off his skills, and was more determined than ever to win this game. He looked over at Harry, his eyes narrowed and the sweat beading across his forehead. He reached out his hand, attempted to grab the snitch when he lost control of his broom for a split second, giving Harry the advantage. He quickly regained his composer, but it was too late. Harry had caught the snitch and the game was over. Madame Hooch blew her whistle, declaring the game Gryffindor's. An eruption of cheers arose from the side of the stadium. Hermione and Lavender jumped up and down together; Dean Thomas was hooting and hollering, and Neville Longbottom was dancing around in his seat. The rest of the Gryffindor quidditch players landed on the field, giving each other a high five and congratulating each other on a game well played. They walked off the field, greeted by a myriad of classmates. Hermione ran over to Harry and Ron. "You did it! You did it!" as she hugged both of them. They wore tired but happy expressions on their faces, both proudly knowing who they defeated. "You know what this means now, don't you?" Both boys looked puzzled. "Butterbeers, cakes, and more sweets than our stomachs can digest." Everyone laughed, and walked together towards the Gryffindor common room to celebrate.
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Draco sat in his room, dark and sullen. He was upset. No, he was pissed. His pride was wounded, Hermione had not returned from being with Harry and Ron, he lost the game for his house, and he knew his father was going to be disappointed upon hearing his less than stellar performance. Nothing was cheering him up, so he left the room and walked to the Astronomy Tower. "Accio Broomstick!" he chanted, and appeared his broom that he had ridden only hours before. He jumped on and flew out of the tower. He had no agenda of going to any specific destination, he just had to go, go to clear his mind. He went to the places he had taken Hermione to, past Surrey, circled around London, and flew out over to the Horizon, not knowing where he was headed. It was not for another two hours before Draco returned, having traveled to France to stare at the English Channel. He didn't feel much better, but the flying helped to clear up his mind. He quietly walked into his Head Boy room and lied out on his bed. "Hermione probably isn't even back yet." As soon as he said that, he heard the unmistakenable splash of the tub in the bathroom. Opening his door, a wave of sweet smelling fog and bubbles attacked his senses. He looked over and saw Hermione, unaware that he had entered the bathroom. He quickly ran back into his room and put on his bathing suit. He quietly entered the pool and waded towards Hermione. The water was warm, and she looked hot. She had on a strappy black two-piece bathing suit. Her hair was straight and wet, and she looked vulnerable. "Musica Playus" he whispered, and the room was suddenly filled with the sexy tunes of Boyz 2 Men. He walked up behind Hermione, who didn't flinch, as she had almost expected him to walk up behind her. "I was wondering when you were going to be here," she said as she turned towards Draco. The front of her bathing suit was triangle shaped, perfectly accenting her cleavage and curves. She wore a sultry, seductive expression. She got up on her tiptoes and began to kiss Draco- soft, tender passionate kisses that carried them into ecstasy. All anger, pent up rage and frustration he carried with him quickly melted away. He was overcome by feelings of passion and sexuality, and it only took one more kiss the warmth of her body for Draco to lose all of his inhibitions. He picked her up with his muscular arms and took her to the edge of the tub and set her down on the side. Then, lifting himself up, he balanced on the tile before tilting her back and laying himself on top of her. Hermione's hands ran up and down Draco's back, increasing his desire for her. He began to untie her bathing suit top, and continued to kiss her passionately. When she gave no inclination for him to stop, he took her top off and stared at her beautifully developed breasts. He slid back down into the tub and placed himself in between her legs. Taking each breast into his hand, he began to caress each one, slightly and seductively. Hermione ran her fingers through his hair as he began to suck each nipple, lightly, as to tease her. He brought her face up to hers- his thumbs slowly rubbing each nipple- and kissed her deeply. She slid back into the pool with him and hooked her thumbs around his bathing suit, slowly bringing them down. He kicked them off and Hermione brought her hand to his rock solid member, starting to stroke it slowly. It was more than he could bear. He wanted her to go on, but something inside of him told him not now, not yet. He tried to ignore this little voice, as Hermione told him to sit up. She was still in the water and walked in between his legs, and put her lips around the head of his sex. He was still stroking her breasts, but the voice did not go away, but better yet got stronger. He looked down, and cupped Hermione's chin, stopping her. "Not yet," he whispered. She looked up at him in bewilderment. "Am I doing something wrong?" "Hermione you are doing everything so incredibly right and its taking every ounce of me not to carry you into my bed and sleep with you right there, but not here, not now." Still looking confused, she went over and put her bathing suit on, and handed Draco his. They got out of the tub, and went into their respective dormitories. Hermione, hurt and embarrassed, began to cry. She did not try and stop her tears from falling as she dried off and put on a pair of flannel pajamas. She got into bed and wept. Draco could hear her crying, and his heart broke. He knew he had done the right thing, but the right thing had hurt her. He conjured up a single purple lily, and dressed in a t shirt and cotton pajama bottoms, he walked to her room. With out knocking, he opened the door and went over to her bed. Hermione looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy. "Don't cry, Mya. You have no reason to cry. I want you to look at me sweetheart. You did nothing wrong, you were incredible if anything. And if it wasn't for this damn little voice in the back of my head I would have gone further with you. But not tonight, it wasn't time for us baby. Please don't cry honey, you're breaking my heart." Hermione looked up at Draco, tears in both their eyes. She took the flower and hugged him, very tightly. "Draco," she whispered. "Hmm?" "Stay with me tonight."
Ch. 9 Coming close
"Go Harry! Go Ron!" Hermione yelled at the top of her lungs. It was the first quidditch game of the season, and the score was tied, thirty to thirty. Around her, the rest of the Gryffindor House was cheering and rooting for their team members to do well. She scanned the field to find Draco, who was sitting on his broom overlooking the field. She gave an inward smile, which was followed by a twinge of pain. They being together secretly were both exciting but saddening. She enjoyed his company, being with him, doing homework together, sneaking off to make out in the Astronomy Tower gave her flutters in her tummy. But she hated keeping this secret from Ron and Harry. She wanted to go around the school, holding Draco's hand and showing everyone how proud she was of him. But, alas, she knew the consequences if their relationship was ever discovered. "Beat their Slytherin ass, Harry!" she shouted. Professor McGonagall shot her a disapproving look and Hermione blushed. She looked up and saw Draco and Harry diving for the snitch, narrowly avoiding a bludger. Hermione's eyes widened as the boys got closer to the ground, neither one of them willing to ease up on their brooms. "Get it Harry! Get it Harry!" she jumped up and down excitedly. Harry had inched his way forward, getting closer to the snitch. Draco quickly shot a look over at Hermione, who had anxiety reading all over her face. He wanted to impress her, show off his skills, and was more determined than ever to win this game. He looked over at Harry, his eyes narrowed and the sweat beading across his forehead. He reached out his hand, attempted to grab the snitch when he lost control of his broom for a split second, giving Harry the advantage. He quickly regained his composer, but it was too late. Harry had caught the snitch and the game was over. Madame Hooch blew her whistle, declaring the game Gryffindor's. An eruption of cheers arose from the side of the stadium. Hermione and Lavender jumped up and down together; Dean Thomas was hooting and hollering, and Neville Longbottom was dancing around in his seat. The rest of the Gryffindor quidditch players landed on the field, giving each other a high five and congratulating each other on a game well played. They walked off the field, greeted by a myriad of classmates. Hermione ran over to Harry and Ron. "You did it! You did it!" as she hugged both of them. They wore tired but happy expressions on their faces, both proudly knowing who they defeated. "You know what this means now, don't you?" Both boys looked puzzled. "Butterbeers, cakes, and more sweets than our stomachs can digest." Everyone laughed, and walked together towards the Gryffindor common room to celebrate.
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Draco sat in his room, dark and sullen. He was upset. No, he was pissed. His pride was wounded, Hermione had not returned from being with Harry and Ron, he lost the game for his house, and he knew his father was going to be disappointed upon hearing his less than stellar performance. Nothing was cheering him up, so he left the room and walked to the Astronomy Tower. "Accio Broomstick!" he chanted, and appeared his broom that he had ridden only hours before. He jumped on and flew out of the tower. He had no agenda of going to any specific destination, he just had to go, go to clear his mind. He went to the places he had taken Hermione to, past Surrey, circled around London, and flew out over to the Horizon, not knowing where he was headed. It was not for another two hours before Draco returned, having traveled to France to stare at the English Channel. He didn't feel much better, but the flying helped to clear up his mind. He quietly walked into his Head Boy room and lied out on his bed. "Hermione probably isn't even back yet." As soon as he said that, he heard the unmistakenable splash of the tub in the bathroom. Opening his door, a wave of sweet smelling fog and bubbles attacked his senses. He looked over and saw Hermione, unaware that he had entered the bathroom. He quickly ran back into his room and put on his bathing suit. He quietly entered the pool and waded towards Hermione. The water was warm, and she looked hot. She had on a strappy black two-piece bathing suit. Her hair was straight and wet, and she looked vulnerable. "Musica Playus" he whispered, and the room was suddenly filled with the sexy tunes of Boyz 2 Men. He walked up behind Hermione, who didn't flinch, as she had almost expected him to walk up behind her. "I was wondering when you were going to be here," she said as she turned towards Draco. The front of her bathing suit was triangle shaped, perfectly accenting her cleavage and curves. She wore a sultry, seductive expression. She got up on her tiptoes and began to kiss Draco- soft, tender passionate kisses that carried them into ecstasy. All anger, pent up rage and frustration he carried with him quickly melted away. He was overcome by feelings of passion and sexuality, and it only took one more kiss the warmth of her body for Draco to lose all of his inhibitions. He picked her up with his muscular arms and took her to the edge of the tub and set her down on the side. Then, lifting himself up, he balanced on the tile before tilting her back and laying himself on top of her. Hermione's hands ran up and down Draco's back, increasing his desire for her. He began to untie her bathing suit top, and continued to kiss her passionately. When she gave no inclination for him to stop, he took her top off and stared at her beautifully developed breasts. He slid back down into the tub and placed himself in between her legs. Taking each breast into his hand, he began to caress each one, slightly and seductively. Hermione ran her fingers through his hair as he began to suck each nipple, lightly, as to tease her. He brought her face up to hers- his thumbs slowly rubbing each nipple- and kissed her deeply. She slid back into the pool with him and hooked her thumbs around his bathing suit, slowly bringing them down. He kicked them off and Hermione brought her hand to his rock solid member, starting to stroke it slowly. It was more than he could bear. He wanted her to go on, but something inside of him told him not now, not yet. He tried to ignore this little voice, as Hermione told him to sit up. She was still in the water and walked in between his legs, and put her lips around the head of his sex. He was still stroking her breasts, but the voice did not go away, but better yet got stronger. He looked down, and cupped Hermione's chin, stopping her. "Not yet," he whispered. She looked up at him in bewilderment. "Am I doing something wrong?" "Hermione you are doing everything so incredibly right and its taking every ounce of me not to carry you into my bed and sleep with you right there, but not here, not now." Still looking confused, she went over and put her bathing suit on, and handed Draco his. They got out of the tub, and went into their respective dormitories. Hermione, hurt and embarrassed, began to cry. She did not try and stop her tears from falling as she dried off and put on a pair of flannel pajamas. She got into bed and wept. Draco could hear her crying, and his heart broke. He knew he had done the right thing, but the right thing had hurt her. He conjured up a single purple lily, and dressed in a t shirt and cotton pajama bottoms, he walked to her room. With out knocking, he opened the door and went over to her bed. Hermione looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy. "Don't cry, Mya. You have no reason to cry. I want you to look at me sweetheart. You did nothing wrong, you were incredible if anything. And if it wasn't for this damn little voice in the back of my head I would have gone further with you. But not tonight, it wasn't time for us baby. Please don't cry honey, you're breaking my heart." Hermione looked up at Draco, tears in both their eyes. She took the flower and hugged him, very tightly. "Draco," she whispered. "Hmm?" "Stay with me tonight."