Authors Notes: Dear reader, I read fanfiction often, and I have yet to find THE perfect Draco and Hermione seduction story. I've found many good ones yes, except…they don't last long, or they end up falling in love. I decided to write one in which they do NOT fall in love, but have GREAT sex. Yes, I like reading one's where they do fall in love, but I want to read one where it's just sex. So! For your enjoyment! I give to you, Unexpected Seduction!
Chapter 1- A shift in the Triangle
"Ron, did you do your homework?" Hermione Granger screamed as the two other boys, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley, recoiled from her raised voice. They sat in the Gryffindor Common Room, on the floor in front of the fire, and Hermione had come down the stairs looking murderous.
Her attention though, was focused on a very frightened Ronald Weasley, who sat motionless across from Harry, whose mouth twitched with amusement.
She stormed over to Ron, and stood above him, glaring at him like he had done an unforgivable curse on Draco Malfoy, a well-known enemy to the three of them. Although they all loathed him, Hermione thought it wrong to use unnecessary measures to hurt anyone. Hermione had changed quite a lot as well. She had gone to Bulgaria with Viktor Krum in the summer of 4th year. Against the wishes of Ron of course, who would turn bright red in anger as he told her he didn't want her to go. She had screamed at him, telling him that he better give her a good reason. He didn't of course, but instead, gave her a chaste kiss on the lips, told her to stay away from Krum, and turned his back and walked away. Hermione had indeed been in shock, but she smiled proudly at the thought as she touched her lips in memory of that soft kiss.
She had filled out of course. Her hips had been defined, they were visible beneath the hogwarts robes, as well as her developed chest, which many boys seemed to be drawn to when she wasn't wearing her robes. Ron got angry everywhere they went in Hogwarts, he watched as boys who had never notice Hermione before, suddenly follow her with their eyes. It was only the second week of Septermber, and he had already thrown more curses at innocent bystanders who had stared at Hermione then the amount of days that had been there. Her lips looked elfish: outlined, rosy, and soft. Her hair was probably the most visible shock to everyone. What once was rough and bushy, was now soft, shiny, and curled in ringlets down her back. Ron had once told Harry that it looked like melting chocolate.
"Well?" She screeched, hands on her hips, her face flushed in the firelight as she stared coldly down at Ron. He looked very vulnerable then but as he saw the accusation in her eyes, he stood up abruptly and glared down at her. He was a good three heads taller than her, having had a growth spurt the previous year. They were all in their 5th year, 15 years old. He had filled out just like his older brother Charlie and Bill. His hair had turned the colour of red copper, and it shown in the light brightly. His freckles had disappeared in the summer of their 4th year when he went to Romania for the entire summer.
"I finished my homework." Ron said through barred teeth. His hands were clenched at his sides, and he was inches away from Hermione's body. Fear flickered lightly in her eyes as she unnoticeably took a step back. Then she regained her composure and got as close as possible to him so she had to tilt her chin up, and she stood on the tips of her feet to try and look menacing.
"Good." She said icily. They stood that way, while everyone else in the common room had gone back to their business a long time ago. They were use to these kinds of fights between the two. Harry was sitting on the floor, his hands behind his back, staring up at the two of them with a broad smile on his face. He was thinking about how they had always created these fights to get close, it was a common habit between the two. Ever since 4th year at the Yule Ball, Ron had been unable to get Hermione out of his mind. Harry had heard from Hermione and Ron quite frequently during the summer how both of them were getting on each other's nerves. Letters that were scrolls long telling him about the other and how much they either hated or loved the other. He could no longer help it. He began laughing.
Ron whipped around and stared down at Harry, who in turn, stood up to face them. His eyes were glinting mysteriously as he watched them both. Ron who began to pick up on what Harry was implying, and began laughing. Hermione soon joined in, and they all stood there, laughing as though nothing happened at all.
He has a wonderful smile. Hermione thought looking at Ron carefully from under her eyelashes. Ron slapped Harry on the back playfully. Harry had grown as well, his jet-black hair was messy as ever, but it had done well to compliment his features. His face had become chiseled. It was no longer round and childlike. He looked like a man well into his twenties, and for this, the girls noticed him often. He had tanned over the summer, from doing housework at the Dursleys, and playing Quidditch at the Burrow with the Weasley family when they had returned from Romania. His eyes, his most brilliant feature, were a startingly emerald green that shone brightly all the time. They allured most girls, and Hermione had always found them deep and comforting.
They all eventually stopped laughing and Harry and Ron had sat down again, and began to finish their chess game. Hermione sat on the floor near Ron, a little closer than she had always kept to. Was it just her, or could she feel waves of heat coming off her own body?
She decided to change, she assumed it was the fire, and had told the boys briefly she was going upstairs to change, and she would be back in a few minutes. They grunted to acknowledge her, and Hermione sighed inwardly as she climbed the stairs.
As soon as she had gone, Ron immediately looked up and glanced at Harry excitedly.
"Did you see her face, Harry?" He said hurriedly, afraid that Hermione would return any minute. Harry smiled at him, and moved his pawn (D5), and then sighed quietly.
"Ron, when are you going to tell her? You aren't going to let what happen last year, happen again are you?" He was referring to the Yule Ball, and Ron coughed uncomfortably.
"She won't say yes…" He trailed off sadly, as though positively sure that Hermione couldn't like him in that way. Harry eyed him curiously. He didn't know how Ron could be so blind. Oh he knew that Ron was very self-conscious about himself. But Ron was oblivious. Harry noticed all the looks the girls threw at Ron, but Ron didn't. Harry smiled at that, he knew, of course, why Ron didn't notice any of that. Ron was so infatuated with Hermione, to Ron, no other girl existed. Harry even found himself looking at Hermione as though she might be even more than his friend. He recalled the first week of school, when they just got back, how Snape had given them both detention. Harry had hardly been alone with Hermione, but he knew as he looked at her then, he didn't want the night to end. He had fancied himself in love with her that night, but knew it was utterly useless. She was Ron's, through and through, and Harry couldn't be anymore happier for them both.
"You're mad, Ron." Harry said and laughed quietly at him. Ron blushed bright red the blush reaching his ears. Harry decided to continue.
"She likes you, you just can't see it because you're so caught up in her."
Harry emphasized the last word, and Ron's eyes quickly slung back to meet Harry's gaze. Harry winked, and they immediately went back to their game upon hearing descending footsteps from the stairs. Of course, it was Hermione. But when both boys lifted their heads to tease her about taking so long, but their breath caught in their throat, and Ron nearly choked on the chocolate frog he had been eating.
Hermione's pajamas were….revealing to say the least. She was walking down the stairs with a book in her hand. Of course, the book was none other than Hogwarts: A History. It was a silk ensemble, and it consisted of a blood red tube top which hugged her chest perfectly, and a pitch black skirt, which had a dangerously high cut slit up the side of her left thigh. Ron bit his lip. He was almost positive she had just slipped into one of his fantasies.
She walked over to them, her small feet barely making a sound on the well worn in carpet, as she laid down on the couch in front of the two boys. Ron couldn't help himself, and his eyes dragged over her figure, her stomach was flat, and he could swear, if he had touched it, it would be rock hard. He wouldn't let himself look at her chest though, he just refused point blank not to. He gazed at her legs and watched her foot intently, brushing against the back part of her thigh. He looked back at her face, and watched as she chewed on her lip in deep concentration as she read. Her heard someone cough to his side, and turned his gaze to Harry who raised his eyebrows suggestively. Ron almost burst out laughing, apparently the cough did not draw Hermione's attention though. Harry wanted to get a response from Hermione, so he decided to test her.
"My god Hermione, you're so hot!" Harry exclaimed, and to his amusement, he saw her blush, Ron glared at Harry, but decided to join in the fun. Apparently Hermione wasn't going to give in.
"You know Hermione, that's exactly how you looked in my dream last night." Ron couldn't believe he said it, Harry couldn't believe he said it. But out of the three of them, Hermione was the one who reacted the most. She threw her book down on the ground, and glared at Ron, but she was bright red, as well as Ron. They both glared each other, but Ron, not knowing where his courage came from, lifted his hand to the couch, and grazed his fingers lightly over her smooth calves. Hermione and Ron both turned a shade redder, but they eyes would not leave the others face.
Harry watched on with keen interest at the exchange. Neither of them had been that daring before, and certainly Hermione did not show that much, nor did Ron ever speak or look at Hermione in that way when she was looking at him. Harry felt a slight pain of jealously for a moment, but brushed it off.
Hermione's chest was heaving up and down, and she tried hard to steady her breathing. Ron's eyes, which were attracted to the distracting movement, glanced down quite suddenly breaking their eye contact. Hermione smirked, but Ron didn't catch it. Harry on the other hand, did.
Out of nowhere, a small moan passed through Hermione's lips, and the heat had risen to her cheeks, and Ron's eyes shot up to meet hers. Her tongue came out and dragged over her lips, and she hadn't even realized what she had done. They both looked away from each other then. Harry cleared his throat as Ron's eyes returned to the game, while Hermione picked up the book, and continued to read. Before long, the fire had begun to die, and Ron had said softly: "Checkmate." The game was over. Harry and Ron began to pack up the pieces as Hermione stretched like a cat on the couch. She lifted one leg up which revealed her entire upper thigh, which Ron of course didn't miss at all.
"Damn." He thought as Harry rushed upstairs quickly, winking at Ron before completely disappearing from view. Harry wanted to be the one alone with Hermione, and he sighed as he crawled into bed. But it just wasn't meant to be.
Ron looked at Hermione, he was shaking he was so nervous. But apparently Hermione was too innocent, because she didn't even notice the effect she had on him. She stood up, and was instantly beside him. She was looking down, the familiar blush illuminating her cheeks. He thought she looked so beautiful. He wanted to kiss her, he was aching to. But he didn't. She did.
Ron blinked rapidly as he felt the sweet touch of her lips against his, but before he realized what was happening she pulled away and ran up the stairs like a small little mouse. She turned around briefly and smiled at him. He returned the smile, and she whispered goodnight. Then she was gone.
He trudged slowly up the stairs smiling like an idiot and he entered his room which he shared with Harry, Neville, Sean, and Seamus. Harry was sitting on his bed, reading a book, and he turned to look at Ron as he walked into the room. Harry saw the happiness on his friends face, and sat up eagerly.
"Well?" He asked. Deep down he dreaded to know.
Ron answered him with the utmost buoyancy as he bounced onto his bed with a flop.
He sighed a contented sigh, and turned his head to look at Harry, who was gazing at him with an unreadable expression on his handsome face.
"She kissed me, Harry. She….kissed me…" His voice trailed off as he snuggled under the covers of his bed and fell asleep instantly. Harry smiled. It hadn't hurt that much. Admiring Hermione from a far wouldn't be painful at all. Because he knew she was happy with Ron. With that though, he got under the covers in his own bed, and drifted off to sleep as he dreamt of Hermione and her adoring smile.
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my story. I do realize that Hermione's life mainly focuses on Ron, I did this on purpose, I can assure you. Beware there will eventually be slash content. It's important for this story, so if you don't like slash, I suggest you don't read any further.