The shock was clear on Hermione's face when her name was said, and Draco looked considerably the worse-for-wear as the Slytherins began hissing and pounding on his back. Gryffindor was fairly startled, and only after a moment silence did they begin congragulating Hermione, patting her shoulders comfortingly as they told her that if Draco began making her miserable then she could come back. She just smiled weakly, her mind spinning as she thought about how much better this trip was going to be now that she would have Draco along.
Their eyes met across the crowded Hall, and both smiled more widely. This was going to be an INCREDIBLE year.
*** That night, the Gryffindors stayed up until the wee hours of the morning, using Hermione's win as an excuse to make a great deal of noise and mess. Hermione herself sat in a chair near the fireplace, surrounded by a giggling group of girls intent on making her very embarassed with their vivid imaginations. Most seemed very interested by the idea of Hermione spending two months mostly alone with Draco Malfoy, easily the most attractive boy any of the girls had ever seen.
"Oh stop! Now why would Hermione do something like THAT?" Ginny squealed, her cheeks reddening as she covered her mouth in shock. One of the older girls had just made an extremely lewd comment about how Hermione could spend her nights, and despite herself, Hermione found herself imagining it. She shook her head and finally stood, trying to make her way through the throng of girls all around her chair.
"I cant go anywhere if I dont pack and sleep, girls! Ill see you at breakfast!" She hurried from the room, ignoring the girls pleas for her to stay. She crept out through the portrait hole and hurried along to her own common room, peering around each corner as she came to it in order to ignore Filch. With a sigh of relief she came to the door and went through, not very surprised to see the fires lit and Draco sitting along on a couch, facing the flames. He turned to smile at her, watching as she moved to flop down beside him.
"So, been having fun?" he mumbled, chuckling slightly at her disheveled appearance. Her robes, which were completely unzipped, bared a little too much for his liking, despite how modest her clothes were. A few worried thoughts entered his mind, as he suddenly wondered exactly what she had been doing all this time.
"Oh, tons," she replied sarcastically, sweeping her hair back off her face and braiding the ends quickly to hold them back. He just watched her, entranced by her easy movements. "The girls seemed awfully convinced that I will be having a very romantic two-month getaway with you, easily forgetting the fact that you and I are not even supposed to be friends."
He smirked, eyeing the line of her body as she stretched. "Well, I dont know about that last bit, but it can easily be as romantic as you want it to be." He smiled at her shocked expression, her cheeks flaming instantly. He slid onto his knees, discarding his unzipped robes onto the floor. She watched him silently, the look on her face reminding Draco of a deer in the headlights. He smiled, and she couldnt help but smile back.
"Oh really? Somehow I had never pictured you as romantic, more like the 'get it and run' type." She shifted slightly as he moved to lean against the couch between her knees, staring down into his startling grey eyes.
He lifted one of her tiny hands and enveloped it within his own, much larger ones. He laid a gentle kiss against the back of her fingers, sending a tingling sensation up her arm at such a light brush of his lips. A mischevious look came over his face as he looked up at her.
"Well, that all depends on you, and the sort of arrangements we will be getting," he mumbled, straightening up until he was eye level with her. His hands smoothed up her thighs, pushing up her skirt as he went slowly along. Her eyes closed for a moment, enjoying the sensation, until his fingertips hooked under the edge of her panties, and suddenly her eyes flew back open. She gripped his wrists, and he looked only mildly surprised as she gently moved his hands away. She didnt have to voice her concerns - he could see it in her eyes, and he backed off without a word.
he stood in one smooth motion, taking her with him by her hands. She sagged against him, suddenly tired, and he quickly scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder like a rag doll. Hermione squealed in surprised, gripping the back of his shirt in an effort to hang on so he couldnt drop her. Her tiny, squeaking pleas to be put down just made Draco laugh, and he bounced her slightly as he made his way to his room, where he plopped her down on his bed, flat on her back. She laughed until her stomach hurt, and he crawled up beside her, grinning.
Her laughter died as she watched him. There was something predatory in the way he crept closer and closer to her, each movement slow and graceful, as though he had muscles in places he shouldnt. Draco's shoulders rolled as he lowered his body down over hers, and Hermione's eyes were wide and uncertain. Rather suddenly, he slid his fingers between the buttons of her shirt and broke it open, sending buttons scattering every which way. Hermione let out a quiet scream, her body tensing as she started struggling to get out from under him. He lay a leg across hers, preventing her escape, and moved deft fingers down to her skirt.
"No, Draco, please-!" His hands balled in the fabric, and he tore it away, watching the seams give under the pressure. She was just suddenly under him, in nothing but her modest white underwear, and her eyes were filled with fear. Hermione suddenly realized that she really knew nothing about Draco, and if he wanted, he could rape her tonight. Her wide eyes began to fill with tears as she suddenly shifted, and she tensed, thinking he was about to rid her of the rest of her clothing.
Hermione was startled when he yanked the sheets and coverlet from under her, and then flung them over her body, covering every inch that he had just bared. Draco laughed at the suspicious look on her face, and he began to shed his clothes down to his boxers. "Do you really think I'd rape you, Hermione? Honestly?"
She stared up at him, standing beside the bed and completely comfortable despite his lack of clothes, and her brown eyes darkened. She answered him truthfully, "I don't know."
His face fell, and he suddenly looked upset. His hands fell to his sides, and he stepped back, as though afraid to touch her. "I would...NEVER, hurt you, Hermione...I thought you realized that."
An angry look filled his eyes, darkening the grey to liquid silver, and he bent and grabbed her shredded clothes off the floor. He picked his wand from among his clothes and muttered a spell, the broken seams and threads mending until her clothing was whole again. He threw them at her, hurt and anger lining his every move.
"Then you can go sleep in your own bed. And dont worry, I wont come anywhere near you again tonight." He stalked from the room, slamming the door behind him, leaving Hermione sitting up and surprised on the bed. She sat still for a moment, trying to figure out what had happened, then she gathered her things and ran through the adjoining door to her own room, closing the door quietly behind her.
What was she supposed to make of a man who's moods changed with the wind?
***
The next morning dawned bright and warm, the sun spilling through the windows across the closed eyes of a girl with unruly chestnut hair, starting sparkling auburn highlights upon it. Her nose wrinkled in agitation, and one eye opened a crack, only to be blinded by the brightness of it all.
"Arg!" she cried, rolling over and throwing an arm over her face. Her eyes opened again, warily, and was glad not to burn her retinas this time. She blinked tiredly, and a glance at the clock on the wall told her she had only been asleep four hours. She sat up with a groan, remembering that she had yet to pack for her exchange trip, and was glad she hadnt really UNpacked yet.
Thinking about the trip made her think about Draco, and she got up quickly, moving to open the connecting door. She peered inside his room cautiously, expecting him to be asleep. But his bed was made again, and all of his things were packed up and in his trunk at the foot of the bed, though the trunk was still open. Frowning, Hermione shut the door and went back into her own room. She picked out her clothing for the day and walked out into the common room to the bathroom door.
She went inside and arranged her things on the extensive countertop, not looking in the mirror out of habit. She hated looking at herself - all she ever saw were flaws. So she moved over slightly, away from the mirror, and began taking off her pajamas. She had removed everything and was picking up her towel when a low voice said, "And I thought you didnt want me to see what was under there."
Hermione screamed, dropping her towel as she spun around, her terrified brown eyes meeting Draco's calm silver ones. He smiled and moved towards her, the towel swathed around his narrow hips hiding everything from her eyes had she been brave enough to look. Her hands flew to her chest to cover herself, and his eyebrows furrowed.
"No..dont do that," he whispered, pulling her arms gently. She held them to her body stiffly, unwilling, or unable, to let him see her this way. Embarassed, her cheeks flamed red and she made a move to run to the door. Draco quickly pulled her to him, and his lips met hers.
Draco tried to put everything he saw in her, into that kiss. He tried to prove to her that even if she was embarassed, he wasnt, and he wanted to see her. He put every drop of care, of kindness he had, into that kiss.
Hermione was stiff under his touch, every muscle tight with her discomfort, but slowly she relaxed, responding to his kiss he so willingly gave. He rubbed his thumbs against her hands, working the muscles until her hands opened, and then he lifted them to lay on the back of his neck. She pressed her body against his, her naked breasts tight against his bare chest, and he drew in a sharp breath. His hands slid down her sides, reveling in the softness of her skin, stroking it lovingly. When his hands reached the small of her back, and the upper curve of her buttocks, she broke the kiss to look at him.
Draco stared down at her, his silvery eyes swirling with emotions suppressed. Hermione looked up into his face, and he watched her as he slid his hands furthur down to gently squeeze her butt. Her eyes widened slightly and a small squeak escaped her lips, swollen from kissing. Draco laughed at her cuteness, and he captured her lips again in another kiss, his body fevered with the need to touch her.
Hermione willingly pressed her lips to his, and shivered slightly as his mouth parted to nudge at her with his tongue. She opened to him, and he tongue slid past her lips to battle with her own tongue, teasing, tasting her. She had a sudden moment of wondering what it would feel like to have his lips in other places, when his fingers suddenly cupped around her breasts, and she hadnt even felt him move his hands.
She moaned into his mouth, urging him on. He gently massaged her chest, moving his hands to close thumb and forefinger around her nipple. She squirmed, and he broke their kiss with a sigh, immediantly moving his head down to kiss her breasts, mouth moving to work on her left nipple. She gasped at the sensation, her back arching slightly as his tongue swirled around her sensitive nub. Her legs shook as she grew more unsteady on her feet, and his hands suddenly slid behind her thighs and picked her up, moving her to sit on the edge of the sunked, filled tub.
Draco looked up at her, eyes dark as he slid into the water, pulling her legs with him until she was submerged to mid-calf, still sitting on the edge of the tub. He squirmed up between her knees, forcing her legs apart gently, and she fought him when she realized that he could see more of her with her legs open, than with them closed. He didnt let her fight him long before he was pressed against her, the heat from between her legs making his body ache. He kept his eyes locked on her face as she trembled, unbearably shy.
"Do you trust me?" he asked, voice soft, hoping she would say yes. She shook her hair over her shoulders until the ends hid her breasts from his view. He frowned at this movement - he had already seen the, sucked them. She noticed this and reached to cup his face in her hands. The raw emotion in her eyes, the trepidation, made the frown melt from his face.
"Yes," she whispered, spreading her legs slightly wider. His eyes brightened, and he brought his hands out of the water to run up her legs, soaking her skin and slicking it with bubbles. He leaned up into her, kissing her again. She kissed back eagerly, her body tight and anxious with what might be coming. His eyes, not closed, watched her face as he slid his hands up her legs again, his fingers brushing this time against her inner thighs. She drew in a sharp breath but didnt move, her mouth still against his, but she cried out softly as his fingers gently brushed against her dampening slit.
Draco moved back from her slightly, and she didnt open her eyes as his fingers explored her for the second time. He slid down in the water, his free hand pulling her body closer to the edge of the tub, and she let him without fighting it. Watching her closed eyes, he slowly lowered his head and dipped the tip of his tongue between her folds, touching her clit.
Hermione's eyes flew open and a strangled cry came from her open mouth. Draco gripped her thighs and pulled her even closer, his tongue delving deeper within her folds as she began to squirm, her leg muscles tight under his onslaught. She collapsed onto her back as his tongue slithered inside her, filling her where only his fingers had been before. He stroked within her, tasting her sweetness, before he brought a hand around to replace his tongue inside her. She writhed and gasped as two fingers spread her open, and worked their way inside her body. She cried out his name when he moved his mouth back to suck at her clit, tongue swiping back and forth across it.
"Dracoo-oo...", she moaned, something large and overwhelming building deep in her belly. His tongue massaged circles against her, his fingers keeping the pace as they moved in and out of her. She shuddered, eyes squeezed tightly shut, then her whole body jerked with her release, her thighs shaking as she wrapped her legs around him. She mumbled his name time and again as she rode it, her juices coating his fingers and tongue, and he didnt stop until her body relaxed and was calm under his touch.
He pulled her body gently into the water, wrapping his arms around her body. Her body is limp and weak, allowing him to hold her up completely so she wont drown. Draco's rich, deep laugh echoes in the room, and she cant help but smile.
Oh, yes. This two-month exchange was going to be the best two months shed ever had.
***
Whoa, its been a long time since I updated. Sorry about that, Im a lazy git, heh. R&R, please, I need to know you people are still with me ;)
Veeshan
Their eyes met across the crowded Hall, and both smiled more widely. This was going to be an INCREDIBLE year.
*** That night, the Gryffindors stayed up until the wee hours of the morning, using Hermione's win as an excuse to make a great deal of noise and mess. Hermione herself sat in a chair near the fireplace, surrounded by a giggling group of girls intent on making her very embarassed with their vivid imaginations. Most seemed very interested by the idea of Hermione spending two months mostly alone with Draco Malfoy, easily the most attractive boy any of the girls had ever seen.
"Oh stop! Now why would Hermione do something like THAT?" Ginny squealed, her cheeks reddening as she covered her mouth in shock. One of the older girls had just made an extremely lewd comment about how Hermione could spend her nights, and despite herself, Hermione found herself imagining it. She shook her head and finally stood, trying to make her way through the throng of girls all around her chair.
"I cant go anywhere if I dont pack and sleep, girls! Ill see you at breakfast!" She hurried from the room, ignoring the girls pleas for her to stay. She crept out through the portrait hole and hurried along to her own common room, peering around each corner as she came to it in order to ignore Filch. With a sigh of relief she came to the door and went through, not very surprised to see the fires lit and Draco sitting along on a couch, facing the flames. He turned to smile at her, watching as she moved to flop down beside him.
"So, been having fun?" he mumbled, chuckling slightly at her disheveled appearance. Her robes, which were completely unzipped, bared a little too much for his liking, despite how modest her clothes were. A few worried thoughts entered his mind, as he suddenly wondered exactly what she had been doing all this time.
"Oh, tons," she replied sarcastically, sweeping her hair back off her face and braiding the ends quickly to hold them back. He just watched her, entranced by her easy movements. "The girls seemed awfully convinced that I will be having a very romantic two-month getaway with you, easily forgetting the fact that you and I are not even supposed to be friends."
He smirked, eyeing the line of her body as she stretched. "Well, I dont know about that last bit, but it can easily be as romantic as you want it to be." He smiled at her shocked expression, her cheeks flaming instantly. He slid onto his knees, discarding his unzipped robes onto the floor. She watched him silently, the look on her face reminding Draco of a deer in the headlights. He smiled, and she couldnt help but smile back.
"Oh really? Somehow I had never pictured you as romantic, more like the 'get it and run' type." She shifted slightly as he moved to lean against the couch between her knees, staring down into his startling grey eyes.
He lifted one of her tiny hands and enveloped it within his own, much larger ones. He laid a gentle kiss against the back of her fingers, sending a tingling sensation up her arm at such a light brush of his lips. A mischevious look came over his face as he looked up at her.
"Well, that all depends on you, and the sort of arrangements we will be getting," he mumbled, straightening up until he was eye level with her. His hands smoothed up her thighs, pushing up her skirt as he went slowly along. Her eyes closed for a moment, enjoying the sensation, until his fingertips hooked under the edge of her panties, and suddenly her eyes flew back open. She gripped his wrists, and he looked only mildly surprised as she gently moved his hands away. She didnt have to voice her concerns - he could see it in her eyes, and he backed off without a word.
he stood in one smooth motion, taking her with him by her hands. She sagged against him, suddenly tired, and he quickly scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder like a rag doll. Hermione squealed in surprised, gripping the back of his shirt in an effort to hang on so he couldnt drop her. Her tiny, squeaking pleas to be put down just made Draco laugh, and he bounced her slightly as he made his way to his room, where he plopped her down on his bed, flat on her back. She laughed until her stomach hurt, and he crawled up beside her, grinning.
Her laughter died as she watched him. There was something predatory in the way he crept closer and closer to her, each movement slow and graceful, as though he had muscles in places he shouldnt. Draco's shoulders rolled as he lowered his body down over hers, and Hermione's eyes were wide and uncertain. Rather suddenly, he slid his fingers between the buttons of her shirt and broke it open, sending buttons scattering every which way. Hermione let out a quiet scream, her body tensing as she started struggling to get out from under him. He lay a leg across hers, preventing her escape, and moved deft fingers down to her skirt.
"No, Draco, please-!" His hands balled in the fabric, and he tore it away, watching the seams give under the pressure. She was just suddenly under him, in nothing but her modest white underwear, and her eyes were filled with fear. Hermione suddenly realized that she really knew nothing about Draco, and if he wanted, he could rape her tonight. Her wide eyes began to fill with tears as she suddenly shifted, and she tensed, thinking he was about to rid her of the rest of her clothing.
Hermione was startled when he yanked the sheets and coverlet from under her, and then flung them over her body, covering every inch that he had just bared. Draco laughed at the suspicious look on her face, and he began to shed his clothes down to his boxers. "Do you really think I'd rape you, Hermione? Honestly?"
She stared up at him, standing beside the bed and completely comfortable despite his lack of clothes, and her brown eyes darkened. She answered him truthfully, "I don't know."
His face fell, and he suddenly looked upset. His hands fell to his sides, and he stepped back, as though afraid to touch her. "I would...NEVER, hurt you, Hermione...I thought you realized that."
An angry look filled his eyes, darkening the grey to liquid silver, and he bent and grabbed her shredded clothes off the floor. He picked his wand from among his clothes and muttered a spell, the broken seams and threads mending until her clothing was whole again. He threw them at her, hurt and anger lining his every move.
"Then you can go sleep in your own bed. And dont worry, I wont come anywhere near you again tonight." He stalked from the room, slamming the door behind him, leaving Hermione sitting up and surprised on the bed. She sat still for a moment, trying to figure out what had happened, then she gathered her things and ran through the adjoining door to her own room, closing the door quietly behind her.
What was she supposed to make of a man who's moods changed with the wind?
***
The next morning dawned bright and warm, the sun spilling through the windows across the closed eyes of a girl with unruly chestnut hair, starting sparkling auburn highlights upon it. Her nose wrinkled in agitation, and one eye opened a crack, only to be blinded by the brightness of it all.
"Arg!" she cried, rolling over and throwing an arm over her face. Her eyes opened again, warily, and was glad not to burn her retinas this time. She blinked tiredly, and a glance at the clock on the wall told her she had only been asleep four hours. She sat up with a groan, remembering that she had yet to pack for her exchange trip, and was glad she hadnt really UNpacked yet.
Thinking about the trip made her think about Draco, and she got up quickly, moving to open the connecting door. She peered inside his room cautiously, expecting him to be asleep. But his bed was made again, and all of his things were packed up and in his trunk at the foot of the bed, though the trunk was still open. Frowning, Hermione shut the door and went back into her own room. She picked out her clothing for the day and walked out into the common room to the bathroom door.
She went inside and arranged her things on the extensive countertop, not looking in the mirror out of habit. She hated looking at herself - all she ever saw were flaws. So she moved over slightly, away from the mirror, and began taking off her pajamas. She had removed everything and was picking up her towel when a low voice said, "And I thought you didnt want me to see what was under there."
Hermione screamed, dropping her towel as she spun around, her terrified brown eyes meeting Draco's calm silver ones. He smiled and moved towards her, the towel swathed around his narrow hips hiding everything from her eyes had she been brave enough to look. Her hands flew to her chest to cover herself, and his eyebrows furrowed.
"No..dont do that," he whispered, pulling her arms gently. She held them to her body stiffly, unwilling, or unable, to let him see her this way. Embarassed, her cheeks flamed red and she made a move to run to the door. Draco quickly pulled her to him, and his lips met hers.
Draco tried to put everything he saw in her, into that kiss. He tried to prove to her that even if she was embarassed, he wasnt, and he wanted to see her. He put every drop of care, of kindness he had, into that kiss.
Hermione was stiff under his touch, every muscle tight with her discomfort, but slowly she relaxed, responding to his kiss he so willingly gave. He rubbed his thumbs against her hands, working the muscles until her hands opened, and then he lifted them to lay on the back of his neck. She pressed her body against his, her naked breasts tight against his bare chest, and he drew in a sharp breath. His hands slid down her sides, reveling in the softness of her skin, stroking it lovingly. When his hands reached the small of her back, and the upper curve of her buttocks, she broke the kiss to look at him.
Draco stared down at her, his silvery eyes swirling with emotions suppressed. Hermione looked up into his face, and he watched her as he slid his hands furthur down to gently squeeze her butt. Her eyes widened slightly and a small squeak escaped her lips, swollen from kissing. Draco laughed at her cuteness, and he captured her lips again in another kiss, his body fevered with the need to touch her.
Hermione willingly pressed her lips to his, and shivered slightly as his mouth parted to nudge at her with his tongue. She opened to him, and he tongue slid past her lips to battle with her own tongue, teasing, tasting her. She had a sudden moment of wondering what it would feel like to have his lips in other places, when his fingers suddenly cupped around her breasts, and she hadnt even felt him move his hands.
She moaned into his mouth, urging him on. He gently massaged her chest, moving his hands to close thumb and forefinger around her nipple. She squirmed, and he broke their kiss with a sigh, immediantly moving his head down to kiss her breasts, mouth moving to work on her left nipple. She gasped at the sensation, her back arching slightly as his tongue swirled around her sensitive nub. Her legs shook as she grew more unsteady on her feet, and his hands suddenly slid behind her thighs and picked her up, moving her to sit on the edge of the sunked, filled tub.
Draco looked up at her, eyes dark as he slid into the water, pulling her legs with him until she was submerged to mid-calf, still sitting on the edge of the tub. He squirmed up between her knees, forcing her legs apart gently, and she fought him when she realized that he could see more of her with her legs open, than with them closed. He didnt let her fight him long before he was pressed against her, the heat from between her legs making his body ache. He kept his eyes locked on her face as she trembled, unbearably shy.
"Do you trust me?" he asked, voice soft, hoping she would say yes. She shook her hair over her shoulders until the ends hid her breasts from his view. He frowned at this movement - he had already seen the, sucked them. She noticed this and reached to cup his face in her hands. The raw emotion in her eyes, the trepidation, made the frown melt from his face.
"Yes," she whispered, spreading her legs slightly wider. His eyes brightened, and he brought his hands out of the water to run up her legs, soaking her skin and slicking it with bubbles. He leaned up into her, kissing her again. She kissed back eagerly, her body tight and anxious with what might be coming. His eyes, not closed, watched her face as he slid his hands up her legs again, his fingers brushing this time against her inner thighs. She drew in a sharp breath but didnt move, her mouth still against his, but she cried out softly as his fingers gently brushed against her dampening slit.
Draco moved back from her slightly, and she didnt open her eyes as his fingers explored her for the second time. He slid down in the water, his free hand pulling her body closer to the edge of the tub, and she let him without fighting it. Watching her closed eyes, he slowly lowered his head and dipped the tip of his tongue between her folds, touching her clit.
Hermione's eyes flew open and a strangled cry came from her open mouth. Draco gripped her thighs and pulled her even closer, his tongue delving deeper within her folds as she began to squirm, her leg muscles tight under his onslaught. She collapsed onto her back as his tongue slithered inside her, filling her where only his fingers had been before. He stroked within her, tasting her sweetness, before he brought a hand around to replace his tongue inside her. She writhed and gasped as two fingers spread her open, and worked their way inside her body. She cried out his name when he moved his mouth back to suck at her clit, tongue swiping back and forth across it.
"Dracoo-oo...", she moaned, something large and overwhelming building deep in her belly. His tongue massaged circles against her, his fingers keeping the pace as they moved in and out of her. She shuddered, eyes squeezed tightly shut, then her whole body jerked with her release, her thighs shaking as she wrapped her legs around him. She mumbled his name time and again as she rode it, her juices coating his fingers and tongue, and he didnt stop until her body relaxed and was calm under his touch.
He pulled her body gently into the water, wrapping his arms around her body. Her body is limp and weak, allowing him to hold her up completely so she wont drown. Draco's rich, deep laugh echoes in the room, and she cant help but smile.
Oh, yes. This two-month exchange was going to be the best two months shed ever had.
***
Whoa, its been a long time since I updated. Sorry about that, Im a lazy git, heh. R&R, please, I need to know you people are still with me ;)
Veeshan