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Part 5
Hermione's POV
"Who's with you?" Ron asked roughly, squinting his eyes to see through the darkness of my room.
Meanwhile, Draco was shuffling around for something in his pockets behind me.
Harry approached us, his eyes glimmering with suspicion as Ron ran alongside him. I closed my eyes, waiting for their judgement. It would enrage them to the point that our relationship would lay in ruins before Lucius Malfoy would ever get news of it. I inhaled in agony, wishing that they would understand.
Their footsteps halted and I reopened my eyes to see them surprised but relieved. Ron was laughing and tapped Harry on the shoulder, "You've been over reacting."
"Guess so," Harry replied, "Dean, why didn't you tell us."
"Dean?" I said speechlessly, amazed that they were not having a fit over finding their arch nemesis in their best friend's bedroom. "Feeling alright?"
"Why didn't you tell us about you and Dean," Ron asked, passing his hands through his hair in relief.
"What are you-," I said, spiraling around only to find Dean Thomas standing in the place of Draco. He interrupted my words with a kiss.
"Stop fooling around, love," Dean said, "Wanted to keep it a secret…."
"You almost got Harry thinking that Malfoy was dating Hermione," Ron said, patting Dean on the shoulder.
I stood there confused as ever, not knowing how the hell Dean had replaced Draco's position. Polyjuice Potion. How did Draco create it? Or perhaps… it was Dean the whole time, and I'm definitely going crazy.
I glanced back at Dean whose hands were shifting nervously while lying his hands near my waist.
"Oh well," the supposed Dean responded. "I've better go."
"Want to join us in the Common Room?" Harry asked us both.
I glanced back at Dean and our eyes locked together for a moment and I recognized Draco's eyes. Polyjuice Potion. I was right and if we didn't hurry, he would change back.
"We would really appreciate if you didn't mention this to anyone…," I said hurriedly.
"Nor should you talk to us about it in public or private," Draco added, his voice beginning to crack.
Harry and Ron both seemed confused by our recommendation.
"Why?" Harry inquired, regarding "Dean" with a frown.
Draco nudged me in the back and cleared his throat. I settled my arms around Harry and Ron and led them outside my room, leaving Draco alone on the balcony.
"My parents would kill me if they found out that I was with Dean," I explained to them, although it was a lie.
"They wouldn't," Ron chuckled, seeking to comfort me.
"Ron, they want to send me to dentistry school," I lied, in a high pitched voice.
"Dentistry school?" Harry said, making a face.
I nodded and said, "They've already sent the pamphlets for the school."
"Alright, alright, we won't say a word," Harry exclaimed.
"Thanks," I said in relief, hugging them both.
"You're terribly concerned with dentistry school that you've forgotten Dean," Ron informed me.
"Oh… Hagrid wants us to visit him today. Says he'll have those cakes ready for us," Harry said to me, unenthusiastic about the cakes.
"Let's go now, we have two more hours till curfew," I said, knowing that this would be the perfect chance for Harry and Ron to forget about Dean. I opened my door slightly and called out to Draco, "We're going down to see Hagrid, see you later in the common room."
I hear a muffled "Okay" and left with Harry and Ron.
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After a long visit to Hagrid, Harry accompanied me to my room. When we were turning around the corner, he gazed up from the floor and said, "Do you like Dean?"
"Yes," I responded, stopping in front of my door.
"Then I'm happy for you," he said in a doubtful tone. He wished be goodnight and left.
I searched my room and found Draco lying on my bed and reading one of my books that I'd brought for some enrichment.
"What are you doing?" I asked, surprising him. He threw the book aside and pulled me by the waist to sit on his lap. He moved my hair away and gently kissed my neck down to my shoulder.
"Nothing," he finally answered, his eyes flickering sheepishly.
"How did you manage to make Polyjuice Potion for Dean?" I asked, breathing in his cologne.
"My secret. It's important for a Slytherin to have a few Polyjuice potions handy," he said, lightly biting my ear.
"A bonus with the attitude," I added. "Your father?"
"What about the bastard," he spat, collapsing against my bed.
"He won't particularly like a 'Mudblood' with his son," I said.
"He'll have to deal," Draco mumbled, as I rested on his chest. "How did Harry react to you dating Dean."
"He seems alright," I answered, his shocking eyes told me that I was nuts.
"Seems alright? He appeared ready to wring Dean's head- or my head, I should say," Draco chuckled, covering me with a blanket, "What's wrong?"
"What will we do about this whole Death Eater situation?" I asked silently.
"I told you that I'd take care of everything and a Malfoy keeps his word," he said smugly.
"What else do they do on their leisure time?" I joked.
He kissed my wrist which he had hurt several times and tilted my chin upwards with the edge of his palm. "Break rules," he replied, his eyes shimmering mischievously.
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Draco's POV
I forced her underneath me while towering above her with my arm sprawled across her pillow. She inclined her head against the pillow and moaned as my hands slid quickly over the surface of her skin under her shirt. Unable to resist her tempting hands skidding up my shirt, I embraced her lips. I slowly released my lips when she started to remove my slacks and leaned over her and murmured in her ear, "Sure you want to do this? I promise no more interruptions."
Hermione nodded and impishly unbuttoned my shirt while running her delicate hands up my back to enfold her hands around my neck. She panted for air as I lured her into a sitting position between my legs and roughly removed her shirt while seizing the advantage of her neck as she urged her head back vulnerably. Her faint moans aroused me further as I compelled my body's weight entirely on her. I brushed her soft curls from concealing the plumpness of breasts. Restraining my hands on her body's side, I trudged my fingertips across the silhouette of her body until I took off her pants and hurled them on the floor. The room appeared to be on fire while we whirled over to the right side of the bed.
"Draco," she lamented, her mouth slightly opening in pleasure as I kissed between her legs starting at her ankles until I reached her flowered white panties. Relishing in her subtle fast breaths, I bit one of the straps of her panties and forced it down to her feet while posing my hands near her opening. I shifted my body upward to kiss her amorously and prompted her to a kneeling stand. She maintained a firm grip on my shoulder and devilishly shoved me against the foot of the bed. Confining my hand she guided it up her legs while she caressed my chest. I retrieved my strength and forced her back aggressively on the bed.
My lips stroked against her right breast and I fondled one of her erect nipples with my teeth and sucked it tediously. I reverted to her other breast while cupping the other in my hand. Her chest heaved with each coarse breath she took. I sent butterfly kisses from her shoulders until I reached the height of her hips. Meanwhile I inserted my fingers sluggishly into her most sensitive area. She groaned while tilting her head against the pillow as I entered her slowly. Grasping her shoulders, I lapsed into her body, sensing her body squirming beneath mine. I plunged deeper into her and increased the intensity of the thrusts with every second until her nails pierced into the flesh of my back. I released myself from her and flopped down near her. Her gasps inhabited the tranquility of the room.
My heart pounded in my ears. I closed my eyes, and cursed Hermione for acquiring such power over me. Although it was her first time, it wasn't mine. I hungered for more. Yes. I did –or use to- have the tendency of dropping girls like dark spells immediately after sleeping with them. I craved for her. Her personality. Her laughter. Her intelligence. Her touch. Her lips. Her body.
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Hermione's POV: Next morning.
I woke up from a long, but indulging night, in Draco's arms. His eyes instantly opened with the movement of my body. Strands of his hair curtained his eyes. He waved his head backwards, jerking his hair backward to unveil his sensual eyes that seemed to have gained certain radiance. His face held no expression of what they had done only a few hours back. An old doubt arose in the back of my mind.
He smiled, ravaging the famed granite inert face of his. "Morning, Mione," he said huskily, his voice easing me.
"Morning," I said, as he crushed his lips against my forehead.
"Merry Christmas," he said, descending his hands onto my hips underneath the sheets. "SO, Hermione Granger is also good in other things besides studying."
"Excuse me!" I said, gaping at him.
He laughed. I never knew how much I would become addicted to his low toned laugh. I hardly ever had heard him laugh since he was frequently in a bad mood. "I guess Christmas has its wonders of working with Slytherins and Malfoys," I said, receiving a grin from Draco.
"We never celebrate Christmas," Draco said, dallying with my hair.
"Guess all that coal in your stockings doesn't cheer up your dark moods," I said kissing him.
"Coal? Mione', Slytherins don't believe in that fat man with the beard- what's his name?" he said laughing, "We have Lord Voldemort to give us our gifts."
"Lord Voldemort?" I said in a undetermined tone.
"Wouldn't like his gifts any how," he added, smirking at me, "Happy?"
"Yes," I answered, "and I do other things besides studying."
"Blimey!" he exclaimed, pretending to have received the shock of his life.
"Well…I play soccer," I said.
"Soccer? Hermione you need to be a bit more clearer, I don't understand all this Muggle terminology," he said, embracing his arms around me.
"It's like… Quidditch in Muggle fashion," I explained. I had a feeling he would have a difficult time figuring how we could play a game without flying.
"No, I can't imagine," he said, shaking his head. "I need to give you your present."
"Ladies first," I said, reaching under my bed for a red box.
Draco wrapped a bed sheet around his waist and walked to his robes to get a small black box.
I handed him my gift and he stared down at it before unwrapping it. He opened the box and grinned at the sight, "Season pass to Quidditch games and great seats. How did you get these?"
"I thought that you'd like it… Harry and Ron have been talking about it for ages. An old friend helped me," I said.
"Viktor Krum? Bloody nice. Not even my father would be able to get these tickets," he sneered. "First time I owe Potter and Weasley's big mouths for something."
"They bore me to death with Quidditch this and Quidditch that," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Don't think that I'm better. Parkinson and you share one thing in common: you hate talking about Quidditch," he said, placing the tickets back into the box and into the pockets of his robes.
"Please don't compare me to her," I pleaded.
"Thanks Mione," he said, kissing me. "Close your eyes."
I closed my eyes, wondering what he was going to do. He lifted my hair into the air and a cold chain fell against my skin.
"Ready," he murmured.
I opened my eyes and found a glass dragon pendant on a gold chain. The dragon stood tall with its mouth open, ready to attack, and displaying its fangs, six tiny diamonds. The pendant was full with a crimson thick liquid.
"Do you like the pendant?" he said hesitatingly.
"I love it!" I said, reassuring him, "I've seen you with the exact same one but in silver."
"Yes, actually part of mine was used to make yours. I made it a few days back," he said watching me intensely while he showed his, a similar dragon.
"Was that the brown package you were carrying?" I asked quietly.
"Quite the observant one, aren't you? Yes, one of the Slytherins had helped me to get it made, but he didn't know what it was for…," Draco said. He tilted my head upward with his palm and said seriously, "Promise that you won't take it off, at any time."
He looked dead serious and his expression changed drastically.
"I won't," I said, "What's the reddish liquid? I've never seen anything like it in pendants."
"Nothing important," he said briskly, "Can't find it just anywhere."
"I'll always wear it," I said kissing him on his cheek, "We better hurry for breakfast. I need to take a shower." I walked over to my dresser to take out some clothes.
"Do you want people to know about us?" he asked out of the blue.
"I would," I said after a while, trying to keep my voice steady, "Would you?"
He didn't answer but said instead, "See you there." He kissed the lower part of my neck and left by the balcony
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Harry's POV
"Wonder where Hermione is," Ron said, holding his badly wrapped present for her.
"Me neither, Dean is-," I started to say but was interrupted by Snape.
"Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley, you do not own that table," Snape said triumphantly watching them get off the table they were seated on, "ten points from-,"
It was his turn to be interrupted by a couple of boys whistling and cat calling a girl who had just entered the room.
"What is the cause of -," Snape said infuriated, and the student walked straight towards them.
I was stunned with the sight before me. Hermione wore a low cut scarlet dress that showed a great deal of cleavage and outlined all the curves a woman could have. A high slit on the right side revealed her legs with black tight leather boots. Her hair was smooth and silky and bounced off her shoulders. A mysterious long golden chain hung around her pale neck and hung deep around her breasts. Her lips were a crimson color and her eyes had black eye shadow
"Herm…Hermione?" Ron gasped.
"You look great," I stuttered.
It seems that we weren't the only ones in a daze over Hermione. Snape was looking directly at her breasts. I felt like punching him in the jaw right at that moment. Professor McGonagall tapped him on the shoulder, "Severus."
Ron looked like he was about to have one of his laughing fits.
"That's an interesting pendant, Miss. Granger," he hissed before walking away with McGonagall
"Congrats Herm," Ginny said laughing, "got Snape to stare at your breasts."
"Shut up," she sneered at her.
"Dean is one lucky man," Harry sighed, "Let's go eat?"
"Seriously," Ron said, "Snape was ready to drool." They walked together to the dinner table where most of the teachers had already assembled.
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Hermione's POV
I searched through the faces of the different people and noticed that Draco still had not arrived. Thankfully Harry and Ron sat next to me and not a couple of sex crazed boys who were trying to hit on me when they weren't looking. Dean was the only boy that was 'allowed' to sit near me, although he could not understand why Harry and Ron were treating him so well. Unfortunately, Snape was seated in front of us and appeared like a stick was stuck up his –
"Hey Herm," Ron said, catching my attention, "Like my new hat?" He was wearing a small cute Santa hat.
"Nice touch to the hair," I commented him, making him blush. I noticed Draco walking towards the dining table in his usual black robes.
"Mr. Malfoy, glad that you could join us. How nice, both Head Girl and Boy are present for the holidays," Dumbeldore said, his eyes twinkling.
Harry grinned and said to me, "Never seen you in such a good mood."
"What's gotten into you?" Ron asked, tapping his hands impatiently on the table while waiting for the food.
Harry grabbed Ron's hat and placed it over my head. "Think it suits her better," he said, his face beaming. He reached out to fix my hair so that it wouldn't look too awkward.
"Potter," said Draco's demanding voice, as he blocked Harry's hand with a chair "Do you mind?"
"Sit elsewhere Malfoy," Ron said, his temper rising.
"I'll sit where I want to, Weasley," Draco snapped, forcing the chair between Harry and me. He slumped down in his chair and everyone continued his or her own business. I sat still in my seat, watching Ginny as she winked at me and signaled me with her head to look at Draco. Meanwhile, Ron was muttering incoherently about wanting to kill Malfoy. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. I glanced back at him and finally saw what all the Hogwarts girls desired. He slumped back against his chair with his legs spread open and the heel of his shoe hitting against the foot of the chair impatiently. A part of his arms lied against the armrest while his knuckles joined together to support his head. His eyes turned to me while he observed what I was wearing. When his eyes leveled with mine, the end of his lips twitched in the awful way he use to look at me a few months back. It went unnoticed by the other people on the table and he straightened in his seat.
I shook my head when I glanced back at Ginny who was watching his every move. Snape rose from his seat and went to speak to Dumbeldore.
"Malfoy, I swear if you do not move-," Ron warned Malfoy, taking advantage that no teachers were around.
"Sorry Weasley, I don't listen to dirt of your kind," Draco retorted.
"You shouldn't talk," Harry said, passing me a bowl of salad, "You're the
biggest scum of dirt."
Great, I thought to myself, another fight. Another catastrophic scene was prepared for Dumbeldore to witness and a perfect chance for Snape to remove some more points from Gryffindor.
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Draco's POV
Bloody idiot. He doesn't know when to shut up. Times like this, I wish that I could be a Death Eater to have the privilege of smashing his scar-faced head to pieces. I watched him with the utmost hate, scrutinizing his head with my eyes.
He had been viewing Hermione since the moment I had arrived. The Boy who Lived wasn't that innocent. With the sly look on his face, he was probably undressing her from that red slinky dress. On the other hand, I wouldn't blame him. At the corner of my eye, I noticed Hermione, shifting in her seat uncomfortably. I smiled triumphantly to myself, knowing that I had at last found Potter's flaw. He wanted her. He pretended to look elsewhere when she stroked her long slender fingers along her neck. However, there was one thing he did not know.
She was mine. Even if he never did get the chance to taste her, he wouldn't have the pleasure of being the first one to bed her. It was all too simple for me at that moment. The great Harry Potter does not have all the power in the world after all. I could twist his mind without saying Crucio, Avada Kedavra or even laying a finger on him. The answer was Hermione. No, I wouldn't use her to get at him. She had the pendant. I didn't give it to her for anything.
I turned to Hermione and said, "Love, do you mind passing the bread?"
"Love?" Weasley said eccentrically, standing up from his seat. Hermione reddened and gazed around the table where people were looking oddly at us. She turned to face me with an expression of confusion.
"Don't you dare call her-," Potter started.
I tilted my chair forward and kissed her, ignoring the silence that surrounded us immediately.
"What the -," Weasley said as we broke off from the kiss. He stared at me and said, "You're dating Dean!"
Everyone looked at Dean, who sat in confusion. "She is? I mean- … I'm not part of this," he said shaking his hands in front of him.
"You bloody bastard!" Weasley yelled. He pushed me from my chair and punched me in the jaw.
"Mr. Weasley!" called Snape furiously across from the room. Couldn't tell whom he was madder with, Weasley or me.
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Hermione's POV
"Ron get off him!" I shouted desperately, attempting to pull him back.
"I thought you were dating Dean!" Harry roared.
"I wasn't it was… Draco," I stuttered.
"You're on a first name basis now?!" Harry yelled, flipping out.
"He was in your room?" Ron said angrily, stopping his punching and looking back at me. There was a loud gasp from the dinner table as students stood up to watch the fight.
"Oh my," Professor Trelawney said.
"Yes, Weasley. Took you long enough to get it through that hard skull of yours!" Draco said, punching Ron when he was less attentive.
"Draco!" I said loudly.
"Harry, you should have noticed a long time back!" Ginny said, entering the conversation.
"You knew about this!" Harry exclaimed.
Meanwhile, Snape had pulled Ron and Draco off each other.
Ron had a black eye and Draco had some blood on the side of his lip.
"Let's please clear this up," Dumbeldore said, as if nothing had occurred, "Miss. Granger what is your relation with Mr. Malfoy?"
I glanced up at Draco who was busy sending death glares to Harry and Ron.
"We're dating," we both said at the same time, I rather quietly compared to Draco's forceful tone.
"You're what?" bawled Harry and Ron at the same time.
"She's-dating-Malfoy, GET IT? D-A-T-I-N-G. DATING,"Ginny said, pronouncing each syllable precisely.
"Headmaster, I believe that -," Snape said, observing me like I had turned into an uglier thing than Harry.
"Yes, Severus. Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy shall be punished accordingly to their own house for this little scene and for the language. For now, we will continue our celebration. Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy, you may go clean yourselves before proceeding with your meal," said Dumbeldore, signaling for everyone to sit down.
Draco muttered before walking away, holding a napkin to his lip.
"Great timing," Harry said despicably to me.
Harry and Ron ignored looking or conversing with me during the entire meal. Ginny and a few other girls were the only people talking to me. Draco came back after nearly twenty minutes and seemed more upset than before. He didn't say a word to anyone. However, occasionally he would send death glares to anyone who was whispering and looking at us.
Two junior girls from Ravenclaw were mumbling loud enough since they weren't seated near the teachers.
"What a whore," said one girl to her friend. The words stung me and I bit my lip to prevent the tears from flowing from my eyes.
"Bet he's using her for sex. He'll drop her like a-," the second one talked back.
"Bet you can keep your traps shut you little bitches if you know what's good for you," Draco barked at them, shutting their mouths.
Ron and Harry left without saying a word to me.
Draco stayed back for a few minutes, even though he wasn't talking to me either and twirled his fork in his plate. Everyone had left the table except for us.
"So," I said calmly.
"You still want us to be public about this," he said, a little between a joke and
sarcasm.
"Draco," I said ruefully.
"Received a note from home. Lucius is coming to bring me back," he snapped, jolting back his chair and leaving.
Hello. Hope you liked it. Sorry if the sex scene sucked, it was my first time. How terrible of me! I'm Catholic and wrote it on Good Friday(and my friends say I'll become a nun). God help me. Hehehehe. I'm in a rather giddy mood so now I'll *finally start to write a humor. Snap. Crackle. Pop. K… I was also wondering if you knew of any good Draco/Hermione stories… or even Draco/Hermione/Harry stories (pretty hard to find). STORIES where Draco is actually bad at the beginning would really help! Heheh until next time. I'd say two more chapters. I've gotten a really good idea ~jumps with excitement~!!!