Hey guys. Sorry this one is short, but I got a little case of writer's block. Never fear, I'll be back.
Thx sooooo much for the reviews, dolls :)
Legalness: Plot mine, not characters.
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Draco's entire body was pulsing with...what was this feeling? He looked at Hermione, her eyelids shut and her pretty lips in that delirious half-smile one gets after an orgasm. Little beads of sweat kissed her temples and the valley between her breasts, which were still heaving from their coupling. The silky sheet just brushed her waist, and her glorious honey brown locks were fanned out on the pillow in a halo around her. He smiled, his heart thumping at twice the normal rate. The look on his face was that of pure adoration, and he couldn't resist stroking her soft cheeks with a fingertip. Such a marvelous sensation she gave him, his world was turned upside down at a moment's kiss. She was a marvel, that Hermione. And after all that, she had come to him. Draco had won over those two brats that had enough nerve to call themselves her friends. He had triumphed, and that golden beauty, all redness and sadness gone from her countenance, was soundly asleep in his satin heaven. He never thought he'd know such happiness. This was so new to him, so unreal. He never wanted it to end.
"You beautiful Goddess, you. Who ever thought I'd be saying that..." he murmured, half to her, and half to himself. He smiled again, and then feeling an overwhelming urge to grab her and never let her go, he laid down and wrapped his arms around her.
"Uhn..." she murmured softly.
"Shhh." he murmured back, and Hermione unconsciously turned on her side to snuggle closer to him. For the first time he could ever remember, Draco Malfoy knew bliss.
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Sunday came, and when Hermione groggily walked into the Great Hall for breakfast, she encountered a whole table full of angry Gryffindors. Apparently, Ron knew, and consequently the rest of the House and School did, too. She didn't care, because it didn't matter anymore. It really didn't. She knew she wanted to be with Draco, and was positive she couldn't get on without him. There'd been enough of trying to do that. Pretending got quite old, quite fast, and Hermione was tired of it. The Slytherins didn't seem too bothered by the news, most of them were probably too frightened to object to Malfoy's choice of a partner anyway. Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were equally shocked, and the staff table was certainly abuzz with curiosity.
"You should have seen them in my class," began Snape. "I knew something was up."
"Saw them in that little nook nearly kissing once," Professor Vector said over his scrambled eggs.
Dumbledore smiled knowingly, as if he knew it was going to happen all along. Which, most likely, he did.
Hermione, not wanting to deal with Ron and the rest of her House's unmistakeable fury, grabbed a roll and glass of pumpkin juice and headed for her refuge - the library.
"Yeah, that's right, avoid us, you skanky chit!" Ron yelled after her. Draco noticed and grabbed his wand, but before he could shout a curse Hermione had already flicked her wand in Weasel's direction. A spark and bang later, Ron's face broke out into ugly purple boils. He howled and ran out of the hall, shrieking for Madame Pomfrey and cussing Hermione out at the same time. Harry, stony faced, grabbed his stuff and darted after his friend. Draco laughed. She didn't miss a thing, his Hermione. iHis?/i he wondered. With a smile, he finished his breakfast and set off for the library.
"That was a marvelous curse, darling. I couldn't have done it better." Draco said, sliding graceefully into the seat next to Hermione. She looked up, smiling and flushing at his compliment, and kissed his cheek affectionately.
"Thank you. Hey...I've got something to ask of you. If you don't want to do it, then it's okay, but..."
"Ask away. I'm sure I can help."
Haha, still as arrogant as ever, Hermione thought. "Well, I was thinking, maybe you could teach me some Dark spells?"
His eyes widened in astonishment. "YOU want to learn Dark spells? Whatever for? You were doing just fine with that bugger in the Great Hall."
"Oh, stop it." she blushed again. "I've read most of the books here already. I want something new, something exciting, you know?" Draco smiled at this. Her thirst for knowledge could not even be quenched by this mammoth of a library. He should have known.
"It's not something to be taken lightly." he warned.
"I know."
"You could get in trouble."
Hermione laughed. "I've been sleeping with you, my mortal enemy, for the past month. I've lost my two best friends in the world, one of which will be covered in burning blisters for a few days, and I haven't bothered to start on this 3-foot long Potions essay. I'm in enough trouble as it is."
"So why add more? I don't want you working yourself to death. I mean, come on, sometimes I enjoy being the one on the bottom." he grinned and chuckled. It felt good to laugh. It felt even better to hear her laugh along with him.
"Well, I want something new. That's all. Would you?" she fluttered her eyelashes coquettishly.
"With you looking at me like that, I'll do anything. One condition, however."
"Hmm?"
"We learn in my bedchamber."
"Of course."
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"We'll...never...get anything...done..." Draco gasped in between thrusts. Hermione was clutching the pillow tight with her fingers and moaning his name over and over, her inner muscles rapturing and sending them both to ecstasy's caress. He gently lowered himself onto her, and she replied, "No, but I can't complain."
Thx sooooo much for the reviews, dolls :)
Legalness: Plot mine, not characters.
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Draco's entire body was pulsing with...what was this feeling? He looked at Hermione, her eyelids shut and her pretty lips in that delirious half-smile one gets after an orgasm. Little beads of sweat kissed her temples and the valley between her breasts, which were still heaving from their coupling. The silky sheet just brushed her waist, and her glorious honey brown locks were fanned out on the pillow in a halo around her. He smiled, his heart thumping at twice the normal rate. The look on his face was that of pure adoration, and he couldn't resist stroking her soft cheeks with a fingertip. Such a marvelous sensation she gave him, his world was turned upside down at a moment's kiss. She was a marvel, that Hermione. And after all that, she had come to him. Draco had won over those two brats that had enough nerve to call themselves her friends. He had triumphed, and that golden beauty, all redness and sadness gone from her countenance, was soundly asleep in his satin heaven. He never thought he'd know such happiness. This was so new to him, so unreal. He never wanted it to end.
"You beautiful Goddess, you. Who ever thought I'd be saying that..." he murmured, half to her, and half to himself. He smiled again, and then feeling an overwhelming urge to grab her and never let her go, he laid down and wrapped his arms around her.
"Uhn..." she murmured softly.
"Shhh." he murmured back, and Hermione unconsciously turned on her side to snuggle closer to him. For the first time he could ever remember, Draco Malfoy knew bliss.
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Sunday came, and when Hermione groggily walked into the Great Hall for breakfast, she encountered a whole table full of angry Gryffindors. Apparently, Ron knew, and consequently the rest of the House and School did, too. She didn't care, because it didn't matter anymore. It really didn't. She knew she wanted to be with Draco, and was positive she couldn't get on without him. There'd been enough of trying to do that. Pretending got quite old, quite fast, and Hermione was tired of it. The Slytherins didn't seem too bothered by the news, most of them were probably too frightened to object to Malfoy's choice of a partner anyway. Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were equally shocked, and the staff table was certainly abuzz with curiosity.
"You should have seen them in my class," began Snape. "I knew something was up."
"Saw them in that little nook nearly kissing once," Professor Vector said over his scrambled eggs.
Dumbledore smiled knowingly, as if he knew it was going to happen all along. Which, most likely, he did.
Hermione, not wanting to deal with Ron and the rest of her House's unmistakeable fury, grabbed a roll and glass of pumpkin juice and headed for her refuge - the library.
"Yeah, that's right, avoid us, you skanky chit!" Ron yelled after her. Draco noticed and grabbed his wand, but before he could shout a curse Hermione had already flicked her wand in Weasel's direction. A spark and bang later, Ron's face broke out into ugly purple boils. He howled and ran out of the hall, shrieking for Madame Pomfrey and cussing Hermione out at the same time. Harry, stony faced, grabbed his stuff and darted after his friend. Draco laughed. She didn't miss a thing, his Hermione. iHis?/i he wondered. With a smile, he finished his breakfast and set off for the library.
"That was a marvelous curse, darling. I couldn't have done it better." Draco said, sliding graceefully into the seat next to Hermione. She looked up, smiling and flushing at his compliment, and kissed his cheek affectionately.
"Thank you. Hey...I've got something to ask of you. If you don't want to do it, then it's okay, but..."
"Ask away. I'm sure I can help."
Haha, still as arrogant as ever, Hermione thought. "Well, I was thinking, maybe you could teach me some Dark spells?"
His eyes widened in astonishment. "YOU want to learn Dark spells? Whatever for? You were doing just fine with that bugger in the Great Hall."
"Oh, stop it." she blushed again. "I've read most of the books here already. I want something new, something exciting, you know?" Draco smiled at this. Her thirst for knowledge could not even be quenched by this mammoth of a library. He should have known.
"It's not something to be taken lightly." he warned.
"I know."
"You could get in trouble."
Hermione laughed. "I've been sleeping with you, my mortal enemy, for the past month. I've lost my two best friends in the world, one of which will be covered in burning blisters for a few days, and I haven't bothered to start on this 3-foot long Potions essay. I'm in enough trouble as it is."
"So why add more? I don't want you working yourself to death. I mean, come on, sometimes I enjoy being the one on the bottom." he grinned and chuckled. It felt good to laugh. It felt even better to hear her laugh along with him.
"Well, I want something new. That's all. Would you?" she fluttered her eyelashes coquettishly.
"With you looking at me like that, I'll do anything. One condition, however."
"Hmm?"
"We learn in my bedchamber."
"Of course."
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"We'll...never...get anything...done..." Draco gasped in between thrusts. Hermione was clutching the pillow tight with her fingers and moaning his name over and over, her inner muscles rapturing and sending them both to ecstasy's caress. He gently lowered himself onto her, and she replied, "No, but I can't complain."
