Chapter Eight Surrender to the Night

Authors Note: Please be warned that there is a scene in this chapter that may be unsuitable for my usual audience. I have kept in mind some younger people enjoy this and kept it at PG13, but those who would rather read it, DO NOT. I repeat, if you would like to skip this scene, just go down to the little stars further down the page, because all is explained there anyway, and reading of the scene isn't necessary. On the plus side, it's what you've been waiting for! Though of course this isn't the ending... c'mon there's twenty chapters after this one! Hopefully you'll very much enjoy the scene... I did!

Remember, all characters and settings copyright of J K Rowling.


Hermione and Draco walked across the Entrance Hall hand in hand, Draco slightly ahead. He pushed open the door entrance and led Hermione outside into the still, cool air. There was complete silence as the sky was an inky black and it was very, very late... too late. He still had hold of her hand and pulled her ever closer, so close that she could feel his warm breath against her porcelain skin. She found she was tense, and the nerves in her stomach were giving her an all too clear picture of what was going on.

"What are you doing?" she whispered. "I'd better… you know, go back inside…"

"You and I know that's not what you want," Draco said huskily, his voice deep and unusually slow. Hermione turned away, though inside her senses were screaming to give into him, but her escape attempt was fruitless. Draco took a firm grip of her arm and softly stroked her cheek with one of his fingers, his other hand laced with hers.

"Let me go," Hermione said obstinately.

"No." Draco smiled and revealed his white teeth; she noticed for the first time that when he smiled he had dimples, and they lit up his pale face.

He began strolling up the grass, Hermione slightly behind him, and together they crossed the grass.. All was silent except for the slow breathing of them both and the gentle lapping of water from the lake nearby, until Draco stopped in the middle of the lawn. Moonlight cast an illuminating glow and highlighted the features of them both; one expectant, knowing, eager and the other nervous, unsure, but totally wanting. Hermione's alcohol intake, though high, had been significantly less than Malfoy's and she was still quite aware of what he was doing. Still, she couldn't help noticing the wetness of his lips and the handsomeness of his mocking, chiselled features...

"You're drunk?" Hermione asked quietly. Draco laughed.

"Not drunk enough to do this without wanting to," he answered, and gathered his arms around her.

"I'm going," she said shortly, but as she turned Draco pulled her back and locked his lips with hers in a bruising kiss; aggressive, powerful and strong. From then on Hermione was powerless; she quivered with delight as his tongue rolled against hers and explored her mouth, and found she was kissing him back passionately. Then Draco pulled away, his lips swollen from the kiss and looked into her frightened but expectant eyes.

"Are you still going?" he whispered, and she shook her head, smiling. He kissed her again; this time gently. She tasted the softness of his lips and the heat of his mouth; he arched his back and wrapped his arms around her waist, and started kissing stronger and faster, urging her onto more and more. She rolled onto him and he pulled her onto the grass so she was laying on her back, his arms caressing her back and thighs, and turned over until he was on top of her. The grass was dewy and wet against her back and she felt its caress against her skin and Draco's weight on top of her.

"Draco," she moaned, "what are we doing?"

"Ssssh," he whispered, and slowly unbuttoned his black shirt, revealing a muscled pale chest that gleamed in the light. Sweat flecked Hermione's forehead at the sight; she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. He wrapped himself around her and slowly pulled down her dress as he sighed with pleasure. He was ready. So was she.

Pulled tight onto him, she undid his trousers and slid them down, the kisses that were being planted down her neck making her squirm with delight. She made her fingers dance across his chest and drew his lips into her mouth, sucking ever so gently and enjoying his powerful arms being wrapped around her. She was cocooned in him.

As the night went on they made love so passionately that it felt like heaven; stars exploded in front of Hermione's eyes at the lust filled love. At first it hurt her a little; she hissed a little in pain and when Draco realised, he went a little slower. Soon it began to feel good- very good. Draco hung onto her, rubbing his hips against hers harder and pressing his lips onto her everywhere, until they were at the height of pleasure. They explored each others bodies with no shame; it felt completely natural as he stroked her stomach and breasts and she ran her fingers down his sensitive back, making his back curve in ecstacy. Panting breathlessly, they buckled harder and pressed themselves together so they were united as one. For a blissful moment they climaxed- nothing Hermione had ever felt was so beautiful and perfect- and then they collapsed into each other's arms peacefully, indulging each other in romantic little kisses. Before it was violent, aggressive arousing pleasure, and now it was so calm and loving that Hermione felt no regrets. Draco draped his black shirt around them and closed his eyes, Hermione climbing onto his chest and laying there so her womanly curves pressed into his hard defined body.. He stroked her curly brown hair sweetly; until he opened his eyes and found Hermione staring at him with her own chocolate ones. He smiled and kissed her gently on the forehead before closing his eyes again.

"By the way Hermione," he said. "Happy Birthday."

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In the morning Hermione found herself half dressed in her dormitory on her bed, with a dry mouth and thumping headache. She struggled to remember what happened; then it hit her and she flopped back onto the bed, snuggling against the pillows.

She'd slept with Draco Malfoy.

It was all so vivid; the taste of his lips, the powerfulness of his arms and the pleasure he had given her, all came rolling back and made her headache ten times worse. And what had happened next? She had slept a little while alongside him, before he had woken her up and dressed her a little, then carried her back up to the Common Room and left her outside. Did she regret it?

No.

She COULDN'T regret it- it had just been too darn good. She had lost her virginity on her seventeenth birthday to her worst enemy- and she had enjoyed it. It HAD been painful at first, but Draco had been so gentle yet so strong, that soon it became the most pleasure she had ever experienced in her whole life. The kisses had been wonderful; with Viktor they had been meaningless, but with Draco they had been delightful and aggressive; they sent shivers up Hermione's spine and made her breathless. Even now the familiar tingle she experienced just thinking about it was enough to make her want more... but no. She was mature enough to realise it shouldn't have happened.

But now what should she do?

Could she ever face Harry and Ron again? What if they guessed? Worst still, what if someone had SEEN them?

Hermione curled up, hot tears springing to her eyes at the thought of the trouble she could be in. But whenever she thought of Draco the tears stopped- last night he hadn't been sarcastic or drawling or bullying- he had been loving, caring and masculine. Would anything change, or would he pretend nothing had happened?

Pulling herself out of bed, she yawned widely and slowly got dressed into tight jeans and a black jumper, then made her way down into the Common Room. Everyone was looking worse for wear; all around her were green faces and eyes closed with pain.

Hangovers, she thought wryly.

"Hi Hermione," Harry said, beckoning to sit near him and Ron. "What happened last night? Where did you go? Where's Krum?"

"Too many questions," she said, smiling weakly. "I er- went to bed. I was really tired. And I don't know where Viktor's gone."

"Went to bed- with Draco Malfoy?" Ron said meaningfully.

"What do you mean?" Hermione said, her heart thumping madly.

"I saw you leaving with him."

"I didn't. He just wanted to talk, that's all."

"Yeah right!" Ron yelled. All the other people nearby winced at the sound of his raised voice; they were still recovering from terrible hangovers and didn't like sounds of any kind.

"Ron, if she says that's all he wanted, that's all he wanted," Harry said seriously. His face became thoughtful. "I wonder where Viktor Krum's gone then."

"He went home," Ginny said, flopping down next to Hermione. She looked exhausted. "I saw him telling a teacher to book him the Knight Bus first thing in the morning."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Don't ask me, he was really touchy," Hermione lied. "I'm off to the library for a while, see you lot later."

They said their goodbyes and Hermione hurried off, guilt in the pit of her stomach at lying to her friends. So far today she'd already lied about Draco, and now Krum- who was she? Some sort of tart that sleeps around?

No, she said to herself sternly. Don't be stupid. But what should I do? I need to talk about it.

"I'll go see Draco," she whispered resolutely to herself." And that was where she was going to go.


Thanks for reading and hopefully everyone who didn't want the sex skipped it without experiencing any horror, and those that decided to read it weren't offended. If you were, I apologise but I DID warn you. It wasn't very explicit but it was a bit more than I had planned- hey, I got carried away! It wasn't slash though... I hope anyway. Please review and tell me what you thought.