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Someday Ch. 12 Intimate Moments
Hermione lay in Draco's arms, breathing heavily after a passionate round of shagging. Their fingers laced between one another and lay in silent reverie as the sun set and the candles burned. Hermione closed her eyes for a moment and listened to the beat of Draco's heart.
"Granger," Draco whispered. "What happened between you, Potter and Weasel?"
Hermione sighed. "It's such a long story that it'd take just a year to explain the situation."
"I'm listening," he said, much to her surprise.
"Well, it started last year. Harry's attitude towards everything was just horrid, and I was really beginning to resent the way he was acting around me. I had feelings for him, I couldn't deny it. When he wanted to be, Harry could be very charming, very much a gentleman. He was still my best friend, and we looked out for one another. One day, I was talking to Ginny, who told me that Ron secretly had feelings for me, and that neither Harry nor anyone else knew about. The only reason she did was because she accidentally walked in on Ron practicing a speech to ask me out. I panicked, because I didn't feel the same way about him. I ran to Harry and I blurted everything out to him; Ron's feelings for me, mine for Harry, everything. Well, Ron decided that at that exact moment he would tell me that he wanted him and me to date. I couldn't say yes to him, it wouldn't be fair to either one of us. Ron stormed off in a huff and Harry and I were once again alone. He told me that he couldn't be with me because of Ron, and walked away. I sat there very sad, but I knew it was probably for the best. The weeks went by and Ron was becoming more and more possessive of me, obsessing over each second that I spent with Harry. Harry, in return, decided that his attitude needed to be prevalent in the situation and being around him was especially difficult. I'd talk to Ginny about it, and she didn't know I should do except drown myself out in my studies. I tried it, but then they both got angry at me for not spending any time with them. The tension mounted to the point where we all snapped and started yelling at each other, throwing names out, trying to cut each other to our inner layers. Finally I had had enough of it and I left. I asked Dumbledore to move my room to a private spacing somewhere, even if it was in the dungeons so I could be as far away as those two as I could. After final exams I came straight up here, in search of some peace and quiet.
"But what you got instead was me," Draco sighed.
"Yea. You piss the hell out of me, but I can't deny the sex is quite amazing." Hermione looked up at him and smiled. "So what about you?"
"What about me?"
"What's your story? Why the harsh exterior and the bad boy repertoire?"
"Oh do we really have to go into all of that?" He begged.
"Yes, we do. I told you my tale, now spill!" She sat up and gave him her full attention.
"My father had always been harsh with me as a child. No, he never hit me, but his rules were very strict, and I had to follow the "Malfoy Guide to Getting What You Want" manual and I hated every minute of it. But I did it to please my father. My mother has no backbone and allowed him to do these things to me; never allowing me to hang out with the other kids on the street, making me go to bed at certain hours, making sure my homework was neat and tidy and there were no mistakes in my work, no wrinkles in my paper, and my handwriting always had to be perfect. If there was an error, he'd tear my work up in tiny pieces, made me do the problem I did wrong over and over again until he was satisfied. Once I got to Hogwarts I lashed out. I lost my virginity to Pansy Parkinson during our second year, and I can't tell you how much I regretted it. I allowed myself to hollow out, not let anyone in. As long as I had my fill of magic and sex, I could function. But deep down I was miserable. All the girls I was with never fulfilled my desires, if anything, they temporarily satisfied my horniness, but I still wanted something, someone, to fill the empty void. I feel it every day, and it's sickens me." A tear slipped down his cheek and Hermione kissed it away.
"So why'd you come after me?" Hermione bravely asked, preparing herself for the worst answer possibly.
"I knew you'd be a challenge. There was a mutual hatred that I wanted to play on. You were the innocent type, and you hung out with two of the guys that I hate most in this world next to my father. Once I knew I got under your skin I went for it. I didn't expect myself to want you even more. I didn't think that you'd be the one who would start to fill up the emptiness. I'm not happy with my decisions, but I don't regret having feelings for you."
There was a long silence between them before Draco spoke again. "There's something about you Granger that I can't quite put my finger on. Perhaps it's because you let me into your life no questions asked, or maybe it was because you turn me on more than any girl could ever have. But being with you in this bed fits. I don't understand it, and I don't want to."
"Draco?"
"Hm?"
"Am I your girlfriend?"
This question took Draco by utter surprise. He hadn't formerly asked her out, but they've fucked more times that day than he had in the past 4 years. He didn't expect her to ask him that, and it threw him way off guard. He shook his head for a moment before replying.
"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" He asked boldly.
"Yes, I do. Very much so. You infuriated me more than any man, I can stand the way you speak to me, I hate the way you tap your foot when we're watching TV, but above all of that I still want you. I want you more than I think I could ever possibly handle, and the thought of not being with you at any time during the day makes my stomach churn violently. Yes, Malfoy, I want very much to be your girlfriend."
"Wow, I had no idea you felt so strongly about the issue."
"Well.?"
"Yea, Granger, you're my girlfriend." Admitting it to himself felt like a thousand of tiny fire works had shot off inside of him. He felt free to admit it.
"You know you want me Malfoy," she teased as she kissed his lips and rolled on top of him.
"Oh, and Granger?"
"Hmm?"
"Call me Draco."
Someday Ch. 12 Intimate Moments
Hermione lay in Draco's arms, breathing heavily after a passionate round of shagging. Their fingers laced between one another and lay in silent reverie as the sun set and the candles burned. Hermione closed her eyes for a moment and listened to the beat of Draco's heart.
"Granger," Draco whispered. "What happened between you, Potter and Weasel?"
Hermione sighed. "It's such a long story that it'd take just a year to explain the situation."
"I'm listening," he said, much to her surprise.
"Well, it started last year. Harry's attitude towards everything was just horrid, and I was really beginning to resent the way he was acting around me. I had feelings for him, I couldn't deny it. When he wanted to be, Harry could be very charming, very much a gentleman. He was still my best friend, and we looked out for one another. One day, I was talking to Ginny, who told me that Ron secretly had feelings for me, and that neither Harry nor anyone else knew about. The only reason she did was because she accidentally walked in on Ron practicing a speech to ask me out. I panicked, because I didn't feel the same way about him. I ran to Harry and I blurted everything out to him; Ron's feelings for me, mine for Harry, everything. Well, Ron decided that at that exact moment he would tell me that he wanted him and me to date. I couldn't say yes to him, it wouldn't be fair to either one of us. Ron stormed off in a huff and Harry and I were once again alone. He told me that he couldn't be with me because of Ron, and walked away. I sat there very sad, but I knew it was probably for the best. The weeks went by and Ron was becoming more and more possessive of me, obsessing over each second that I spent with Harry. Harry, in return, decided that his attitude needed to be prevalent in the situation and being around him was especially difficult. I'd talk to Ginny about it, and she didn't know I should do except drown myself out in my studies. I tried it, but then they both got angry at me for not spending any time with them. The tension mounted to the point where we all snapped and started yelling at each other, throwing names out, trying to cut each other to our inner layers. Finally I had had enough of it and I left. I asked Dumbledore to move my room to a private spacing somewhere, even if it was in the dungeons so I could be as far away as those two as I could. After final exams I came straight up here, in search of some peace and quiet.
"But what you got instead was me," Draco sighed.
"Yea. You piss the hell out of me, but I can't deny the sex is quite amazing." Hermione looked up at him and smiled. "So what about you?"
"What about me?"
"What's your story? Why the harsh exterior and the bad boy repertoire?"
"Oh do we really have to go into all of that?" He begged.
"Yes, we do. I told you my tale, now spill!" She sat up and gave him her full attention.
"My father had always been harsh with me as a child. No, he never hit me, but his rules were very strict, and I had to follow the "Malfoy Guide to Getting What You Want" manual and I hated every minute of it. But I did it to please my father. My mother has no backbone and allowed him to do these things to me; never allowing me to hang out with the other kids on the street, making me go to bed at certain hours, making sure my homework was neat and tidy and there were no mistakes in my work, no wrinkles in my paper, and my handwriting always had to be perfect. If there was an error, he'd tear my work up in tiny pieces, made me do the problem I did wrong over and over again until he was satisfied. Once I got to Hogwarts I lashed out. I lost my virginity to Pansy Parkinson during our second year, and I can't tell you how much I regretted it. I allowed myself to hollow out, not let anyone in. As long as I had my fill of magic and sex, I could function. But deep down I was miserable. All the girls I was with never fulfilled my desires, if anything, they temporarily satisfied my horniness, but I still wanted something, someone, to fill the empty void. I feel it every day, and it's sickens me." A tear slipped down his cheek and Hermione kissed it away.
"So why'd you come after me?" Hermione bravely asked, preparing herself for the worst answer possibly.
"I knew you'd be a challenge. There was a mutual hatred that I wanted to play on. You were the innocent type, and you hung out with two of the guys that I hate most in this world next to my father. Once I knew I got under your skin I went for it. I didn't expect myself to want you even more. I didn't think that you'd be the one who would start to fill up the emptiness. I'm not happy with my decisions, but I don't regret having feelings for you."
There was a long silence between them before Draco spoke again. "There's something about you Granger that I can't quite put my finger on. Perhaps it's because you let me into your life no questions asked, or maybe it was because you turn me on more than any girl could ever have. But being with you in this bed fits. I don't understand it, and I don't want to."
"Draco?"
"Hm?"
"Am I your girlfriend?"
This question took Draco by utter surprise. He hadn't formerly asked her out, but they've fucked more times that day than he had in the past 4 years. He didn't expect her to ask him that, and it threw him way off guard. He shook his head for a moment before replying.
"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" He asked boldly.
"Yes, I do. Very much so. You infuriated me more than any man, I can stand the way you speak to me, I hate the way you tap your foot when we're watching TV, but above all of that I still want you. I want you more than I think I could ever possibly handle, and the thought of not being with you at any time during the day makes my stomach churn violently. Yes, Malfoy, I want very much to be your girlfriend."
"Wow, I had no idea you felt so strongly about the issue."
"Well.?"
"Yea, Granger, you're my girlfriend." Admitting it to himself felt like a thousand of tiny fire works had shot off inside of him. He felt free to admit it.
"You know you want me Malfoy," she teased as she kissed his lips and rolled on top of him.
"Oh, and Granger?"
"Hmm?"
"Call me Draco."