Chapter Eight: Intercourse
The next day found Hermione walking up to Draco in the Great Hall just after lunch. He'd overslept and missed her at breakfast where he'd meant to ask about his robe and wand and what her plan would be for finding them. He didn't even need to open his mouth before she had issued instructions.
"Malfoy, come to Gryffindor Tower when you're finished here and stay outside the portrait hole until I come out. I have an idea where your belongings are."
He'd nodded at her, then looked shiftily around to see if anyone was near enough to have heard her. The few people present were busy reading the Daily Prophet or chatting with each other. He was the only person at the Slytherin table. He'd suddenly lost his appetite and left half a plate of food still on the table as he extricated himself from the bench and hurried after her.
Hermione was nowhere in sight, so Draco simply followed her instructions and headed for the Gryffindor common room's entrance. Upon reaching it only minutes later, he stood outside and waited. The Fat Lady fanned herself lazily, peering down at him with suspicion.
"I'm not doing anything wrong," he told her flatly.
"I didn't say you were," she replied haughtily.
A few minutes later the portrait opened and Hermione peeked out. "That was fast," she said with a grin. "Come in."
"Come in?" he squeaked. "Aren't we going to look for my things?"
Hermione pushed the portrait open a bit more and gestured for him to follow her. He slipped past before the Fat Lady could protest and Hermione pulled the door shut behind them.
"What are we doing here?"
"Finding your wand. Are you totally daft?" Hermione pulled a face at him as if he should have known this was the first place one should logically look for a Slytherin's belongings.
He followed her into the cozy room, noting that they were alone. "Aren't there any other Gryffindors here?"
"There are a couple of boys in their dorms but we're not going there. Follow me."
"Where are we going?" he asked as she led the way up a swirling stone staircase.
"Just come on. And be quiet." She reached her hand back to him and he took it, allowing her to pull him along.
They approached the door to the girls' dorm and Hermione had to give him a good yank before he would follow. He kept expecting a gaggle of girls to come swarming out, find him there, and run off screeching into the night. Instead, he found the dorm to be as empty and silent as the common room.
"What are we doing-" He was silenced by Hermione's finger touching his lips. The innocent gesture turned seductive in Draco's mind. He was in her room, where she slept - where she had her knickers hidden...somewhere. And she'd brought him here, no, dragged him.
"Shh."
"But no one's here," he protested.
"Malfoy, just shut it," she said, her eyes glittering as she walked through a shaft of sunlight. To his utter amazement, Hermione gently pulled him into her arms and embraced him. He didn't know what to do with his hands for a moment, hovering them over her back before finally resting his head next to hers and breathing in the scent of her hair, his arms holding her fast. They stood like that for some time, silent, listening to each other's breathing and heartbeats.
Draco closed his eyes and allowed himself to feel...safe. For the first time in a long time, he was able to let his guard down. Hermione trusted him enough to be alone with him in her room, in Gryffindor Tower. She not only trusted him but she wanted to be with him, and this thought filled him with an exhilarating feeling of hope.
She moved closer to him, held him more tightly, and sighed into his chest.
"Hermione?" he whispered into her hair.
"Mmm?"
"What are we doing?"
She didn't answer right away. He felt her hands slide down his back and move around between their bodies, lingering at his belt. "Finding your wand," she said, looking down where her fingers now played with his belt buckle.
Does she want to--? No, she can't, thought Draco.
"What are you doing?" he asked, nervously looking around. "What if someone comes?"
"I'm hoping at least one of us will," she said, looking up at him without mirth.
She was serious about this! "Hermione...we can't...I..."
His ineloquence was silenced as she stood on tiptoes and kissed his neck. All rational thought left him as the blood rushed from his head down to his loins. Hermione's tongue played over his skin, sending delicious shivers all the way down to his toes. He didn't care why she was doing it, all that mattered was that she was here with him, and she wanted to do it. He didn't have to ask her, coerce her, force her. For whatever reason she had, Hermione Granger wanted to be with him intimately and Draco Malfoy was not about to analyse the situation.
He pulled back and held her face between his hands, then kissed her mouth gently. "Hermione," he whispered, studying her face. And then, the question he couldn't let go of- "Why?"
"I feel something from you...something about you," she said, and began unbuttoning his shirt. "Something good." She kissed every area of skin as it was exposed, then peeled off his shirt completely and let it fall to the floor.
Bed, Draco thought...where's the bed? He peered around the room and moved Hermione to the nearest bed. The back of her knees touched the mattress and she sat on its edge, pulling Draco down on top of her.
* * *
"Draco," she sighed, kissing his hair.
"I'm sorry," he said again, not sure why.
"For what?"
"Everything."
"Me too," she murmured against his cheek.
"What did you do?"
"I took your robe...and your wand. I lied to you."
Draco looked up at her. "You did? Where are they? Why did you lie?"
"I took them because I wanted them and I lied because you knew it."
"What did you want them for?"
Hermione reached around under the pillow and pulled out the black garment. It was her bed, after all. Draco was thankful for that - at least he wouldn't be hearing the screams of an unsuspecting Gryffindor finding the remnants of their lovemaking in the student's bed.
She showed him the robe and he could only smile. "You are daft, Granger," he said.
"I suppose I am. Why anyone would want your robe in their bed, I'll never understand - even if I'm the guilty party."
"Why you would want ME in your bed I'll never understand," he replied, kissing her lips gently.
"You will."
"I can't wait for you to explain," he said, kissing her neck.
"It's complicated."
"Things are always complicated when it comes to you, Hermione."
"I can't deny it," she said, watching him. "I've never done this before..."
"Never done what? Sex?"
She laughed. "Well - this was my first time for that, yes. Couldn't you tell? Was I that bad?"
"It's not you," he said, searching for a way to tell her it was also his first time. But it wasn't - not really. He'd already had sex, just not the kind of sex he'd had tonight. "I just didn't...I mean I haven't..."
"Oh," she said, and left it at that.
"You weren't bad at all, Hermione," he assured her. "You were too good in fact." He stared into her eyes.
So...is this love? The thought came from nowhere and he didn't have the strength or will to fight it. Perhaps, he answered himself. Perhaps it is.
A/N If this chapter seems short, it's because I had to excise the NC-17 rated bits. For the full, NC-17 version, go to AdultFanFiction.net -- I'm there under SkyDunsmore or you can search for "Fragments of a Malfoy."
The next day found Hermione walking up to Draco in the Great Hall just after lunch. He'd overslept and missed her at breakfast where he'd meant to ask about his robe and wand and what her plan would be for finding them. He didn't even need to open his mouth before she had issued instructions.
"Malfoy, come to Gryffindor Tower when you're finished here and stay outside the portrait hole until I come out. I have an idea where your belongings are."
He'd nodded at her, then looked shiftily around to see if anyone was near enough to have heard her. The few people present were busy reading the Daily Prophet or chatting with each other. He was the only person at the Slytherin table. He'd suddenly lost his appetite and left half a plate of food still on the table as he extricated himself from the bench and hurried after her.
Hermione was nowhere in sight, so Draco simply followed her instructions and headed for the Gryffindor common room's entrance. Upon reaching it only minutes later, he stood outside and waited. The Fat Lady fanned herself lazily, peering down at him with suspicion.
"I'm not doing anything wrong," he told her flatly.
"I didn't say you were," she replied haughtily.
A few minutes later the portrait opened and Hermione peeked out. "That was fast," she said with a grin. "Come in."
"Come in?" he squeaked. "Aren't we going to look for my things?"
Hermione pushed the portrait open a bit more and gestured for him to follow her. He slipped past before the Fat Lady could protest and Hermione pulled the door shut behind them.
"What are we doing here?"
"Finding your wand. Are you totally daft?" Hermione pulled a face at him as if he should have known this was the first place one should logically look for a Slytherin's belongings.
He followed her into the cozy room, noting that they were alone. "Aren't there any other Gryffindors here?"
"There are a couple of boys in their dorms but we're not going there. Follow me."
"Where are we going?" he asked as she led the way up a swirling stone staircase.
"Just come on. And be quiet." She reached her hand back to him and he took it, allowing her to pull him along.
They approached the door to the girls' dorm and Hermione had to give him a good yank before he would follow. He kept expecting a gaggle of girls to come swarming out, find him there, and run off screeching into the night. Instead, he found the dorm to be as empty and silent as the common room.
"What are we doing-" He was silenced by Hermione's finger touching his lips. The innocent gesture turned seductive in Draco's mind. He was in her room, where she slept - where she had her knickers hidden...somewhere. And she'd brought him here, no, dragged him.
"Shh."
"But no one's here," he protested.
"Malfoy, just shut it," she said, her eyes glittering as she walked through a shaft of sunlight. To his utter amazement, Hermione gently pulled him into her arms and embraced him. He didn't know what to do with his hands for a moment, hovering them over her back before finally resting his head next to hers and breathing in the scent of her hair, his arms holding her fast. They stood like that for some time, silent, listening to each other's breathing and heartbeats.
Draco closed his eyes and allowed himself to feel...safe. For the first time in a long time, he was able to let his guard down. Hermione trusted him enough to be alone with him in her room, in Gryffindor Tower. She not only trusted him but she wanted to be with him, and this thought filled him with an exhilarating feeling of hope.
She moved closer to him, held him more tightly, and sighed into his chest.
"Hermione?" he whispered into her hair.
"Mmm?"
"What are we doing?"
She didn't answer right away. He felt her hands slide down his back and move around between their bodies, lingering at his belt. "Finding your wand," she said, looking down where her fingers now played with his belt buckle.
Does she want to--? No, she can't, thought Draco.
"What are you doing?" he asked, nervously looking around. "What if someone comes?"
"I'm hoping at least one of us will," she said, looking up at him without mirth.
She was serious about this! "Hermione...we can't...I..."
His ineloquence was silenced as she stood on tiptoes and kissed his neck. All rational thought left him as the blood rushed from his head down to his loins. Hermione's tongue played over his skin, sending delicious shivers all the way down to his toes. He didn't care why she was doing it, all that mattered was that she was here with him, and she wanted to do it. He didn't have to ask her, coerce her, force her. For whatever reason she had, Hermione Granger wanted to be with him intimately and Draco Malfoy was not about to analyse the situation.
He pulled back and held her face between his hands, then kissed her mouth gently. "Hermione," he whispered, studying her face. And then, the question he couldn't let go of- "Why?"
"I feel something from you...something about you," she said, and began unbuttoning his shirt. "Something good." She kissed every area of skin as it was exposed, then peeled off his shirt completely and let it fall to the floor.
Bed, Draco thought...where's the bed? He peered around the room and moved Hermione to the nearest bed. The back of her knees touched the mattress and she sat on its edge, pulling Draco down on top of her.
* * *
"Draco," she sighed, kissing his hair.
"I'm sorry," he said again, not sure why.
"For what?"
"Everything."
"Me too," she murmured against his cheek.
"What did you do?"
"I took your robe...and your wand. I lied to you."
Draco looked up at her. "You did? Where are they? Why did you lie?"
"I took them because I wanted them and I lied because you knew it."
"What did you want them for?"
Hermione reached around under the pillow and pulled out the black garment. It was her bed, after all. Draco was thankful for that - at least he wouldn't be hearing the screams of an unsuspecting Gryffindor finding the remnants of their lovemaking in the student's bed.
She showed him the robe and he could only smile. "You are daft, Granger," he said.
"I suppose I am. Why anyone would want your robe in their bed, I'll never understand - even if I'm the guilty party."
"Why you would want ME in your bed I'll never understand," he replied, kissing her lips gently.
"You will."
"I can't wait for you to explain," he said, kissing her neck.
"It's complicated."
"Things are always complicated when it comes to you, Hermione."
"I can't deny it," she said, watching him. "I've never done this before..."
"Never done what? Sex?"
She laughed. "Well - this was my first time for that, yes. Couldn't you tell? Was I that bad?"
"It's not you," he said, searching for a way to tell her it was also his first time. But it wasn't - not really. He'd already had sex, just not the kind of sex he'd had tonight. "I just didn't...I mean I haven't..."
"Oh," she said, and left it at that.
"You weren't bad at all, Hermione," he assured her. "You were too good in fact." He stared into her eyes.
So...is this love? The thought came from nowhere and he didn't have the strength or will to fight it. Perhaps, he answered himself. Perhaps it is.
A/N If this chapter seems short, it's because I had to excise the NC-17 rated bits. For the full, NC-17 version, go to AdultFanFiction.net -- I'm there under SkyDunsmore or you can search for "Fragments of a Malfoy."