A/N: Last one until I complete 8 :D Aayz, this one deals a lot with... Well, their relationship. Short, a lil fluff, not really though. Uhm... I like how Draco thinks to himself (Thats what † are signaling, thinking...) So, anywayz, I hope you all enjoy it, and please don't hurt mesa -.-' I'm given this story a lot of my extra time!
Chapter 6
Groaning in slight pain from the crunched muscles, Hermione rolls over, looking at Draco.
His arm still lounged carelessly around her waist. His look was that of apprehension. He didn't looks very happy in his sleep. Although he was cute. She blushes to herself steeling herself harshly, clamping down on those thoughts. He's the enemy. The one who hurts me for pleasure. But as she looked at him sleeping, she felt her heart melt. She didn't want to be afraid of him anymore, and she had to admit, she hadn't slept that well in ages. Letting herself off the hook for a while, she snuggles up to him, hearing him breath as his chest rises and falls next to her.
She liked the feel of his body next to hers. She loved it in fact. Although it was Draco, it made her feel safe for once.
He could feel her moving. He waited for the cold rush of air that would tell him that she had left the bed. Surprisingly, it never came. Only slightly shocked, he pulls her closer, almost yelping when he feels her cold lips pressed against his neck. They felt like satin, brushing against him gently. He wrapped both his arms around her now, pulling her light weight up on top of him. She buried her head into the crook of his shoulder and neck, still shuddering slightly as the thought of Draco came to her mind. This wasn't the Draco she knew though. This Draco was holding her tightly to his warmth, talking to her quietly, and rubbing her back.
He kept talking to her, breathing in her ear, "I saw the dream…"
She nodded, her trembles stopping slightly, ceasing as Draco absorbed them into his body.
"You know that curse?" She asks him quietly, still whispering her lips over his neck.
He nods, "I've seen it used once… Its victim can't counter it. No way that I know of. It's extremely painful…" He shudders, "It literally eats you from the inside out… Until nothings left…"
She trembles more violently now, succumbing to the urge of crying.
She hugs him closer; "I don't wanna die…"
He coos to her, already telling himself to stop. Can't get attached. The urge still laid dormant in him though. He wanted to be nice to her for once, but he couldn't, not now… His mind telling his body to stop now futilely screams to itself. † Why are you kissing her? Huh? You think she even gives a rat's ass about you now, Draco boy? After the beatings, the names. Hey, don't stick your hand there! Come on now, look, she's still crying. Trying to hurt her more? Yeah, that's it, just stop. Look at her, she's pushing you away. See the terror in her eyes? You're still Draco Malfoy, not Potter. Not the man she loves. You never will be. Because you're your father's son. You're a Malfoy, and must carry on the bloodlines. No mudbloods in this family remember? Look, you've convinced her you want her, that you care about her. Hey, why is she doing that? Who cares about how that feels make her get away from you! She'll be hurt more in the end by loving you. Loving you? She can't love you, don't even bother. No one can love you, not now. Not unless they're a pureblood, rich, beautiful, and up to your family standards. Come on already, you think she'd gonna like you much after you fuck her and leave her? Just get up and walk- † He stops the voice, but does what it says. He pushes Hermione back gently, looking away. She stops also, looking like she's about to cry.
"Sorry Draco… I got carried away…"
"It's fine… 'Mione… I mean, I was gonna stop anyways… I-I don't want to take your virginity, and than have you pissed at me." He looks away, standing up, his mind spinning, "I'm sorry."
She looks up at him, her eyes serious, "I don't care Draco… You-you make me feel safe." She turns her gaze away from him, curling up in the blankets, trying not to cry. He's not worth it Hermione… Don't give in… Without her consent, the tears come, uncaring and hot. She felt like such a baby, laying there and crying in front of him like he cared.
He didn't, and he proved it by refusing her so suddenly.
He bit back on all emotions, picturing himself turning, walking out, and leaving her. But how could he? Not with her lying there, crying like that. He didn't want to leave her, but he knew he had to. I can't leave her… He got back on the bed, sitting next to her, his hand tracing the outline of her face. "You want to do that with me?"
She looked a tiny bit uneasy, worried too. "I don't know… It felt right at the moment." She stops turning away, "It's all right, you don't have to."
He looks at her, scared almost. She had no idea how much he wanted to. Just how many times that thought had crossed his mind. The dreams, the images, the feelings, they all pointed to her, and doing this. But he couldn't his father…
He takes his thoughts away, stopping and looking at the ceiling.
"Beautiful evening," he mumbles, still tracing his hand through her hair gently.
She turned, looking up at him while he sat there and stared. She hated him at this moment. She hated how he made her feel; what thoughts he invoked into her head. While she lied there at night, silent except for each others breathing, she realized just how much she hated being so close to him, and never being able to touch him. That was her only grudge against Pansy. She may have been the slut, but she could get any Slytherin to touch her with a flick of her hips.
Her hand shot up on its own accord, pulling him down in a deep kiss. He didn't struggle. He didn't care anymore. He just wanted her and her deep brown eyes to be held close to his body.
He got up on her, struggling to pull back the blankets. Finally finding the key to getting them off her, he grinds his hips up against hers, feeling her gasp in surprise. She had expected him to react, but more with a slap then with his own exploration. She finally breaks the kiss from him, grinning slightly around it. He turned red, still feeling her leg pressed between his own.
Draco licks his lips, smiling easily. "Good to know you don't hate me."
"I never said I don't hate you still." She quirks her eyebrow at him; eyes shine with mischief.
"So you do hate me?" He asks in mock surprise.
She nods, nibbling on his ear lobe. "Of course I hate you. More then anyone else."
He yawns slightly, cuddling her. He didn't want to be the bad guy anymore. Not now, when he was so close to her. "Aww, how sad, I was just getting to know the real Hermione Granger."
"You don't know anything about the real Hermione Granger." She whispers quietly.
He looks at her in small misunderstanding She was right though, whether he wanted to admit it or not. She was the one woman in the school unknown to any man. None had bedded her; no one had really talked to her... Few knew of her history, and only knew about her bloodlines because of him. Still though, he thought he knew a good amount about her. "'Mione, I don't want to know everything about the real Hermione Granger. What's the fun of teasing her then?"
She lets her eyes drift over his strong jaw line as she sighs, closing her eyes briefly. "I-I…" she stutters, "I still hate you." She whispers, covering what she was really going to say. She looks away, "You should go." Steeling herself against her thoughts, she looks into the dark gray depths of his eyes, seeing the confusion swirling around. "You don't have to follow the dare anymore if you don't want to."
He stares right back at her, silent. His eyes cloud over, showing an emotion they rarely did. Pain. Rejection. He nods, "Fine then, if that's the way the game goes." He gets off of her, brushing himself off and trying to keep a hold on his dignity. He wasn't used to being bluntly refused, and he wasn't one to go along with it. But he would for now. He'd let her get to him, but only once he vowed.
Walking into his room, he quickly goes to his bag of stuff and pulls out his own journal, smiling faintly. No one would suspect that Draco Malfoy kept one of these, therefore no one bothered to look.
A/N: How sad, they're so oblivious to each other! Ha, they were gettin' closer... -Likes making people wait.- I'll have to get some guyz to help me with the sex scenes. -Did that for Reality Check, if she ever has a chance to update cuz she's paying so much attention to this story.- Okay... That's it for today. I should have the other chapters ( 7 & 8) Up by Thursday... I have art on Wed. so I can type tonight, and tomorrow... Maybe Tuesday... XD
Fiery Slut: This chapter was edited with you in mind, It gets a lil more obvious what they both are thinking about...
Should I have them throw a party with some muggles?
Chapter 6
Groaning in slight pain from the crunched muscles, Hermione rolls over, looking at Draco.
His arm still lounged carelessly around her waist. His look was that of apprehension. He didn't looks very happy in his sleep. Although he was cute. She blushes to herself steeling herself harshly, clamping down on those thoughts. He's the enemy. The one who hurts me for pleasure. But as she looked at him sleeping, she felt her heart melt. She didn't want to be afraid of him anymore, and she had to admit, she hadn't slept that well in ages. Letting herself off the hook for a while, she snuggles up to him, hearing him breath as his chest rises and falls next to her.
She liked the feel of his body next to hers. She loved it in fact. Although it was Draco, it made her feel safe for once.
He could feel her moving. He waited for the cold rush of air that would tell him that she had left the bed. Surprisingly, it never came. Only slightly shocked, he pulls her closer, almost yelping when he feels her cold lips pressed against his neck. They felt like satin, brushing against him gently. He wrapped both his arms around her now, pulling her light weight up on top of him. She buried her head into the crook of his shoulder and neck, still shuddering slightly as the thought of Draco came to her mind. This wasn't the Draco she knew though. This Draco was holding her tightly to his warmth, talking to her quietly, and rubbing her back.
He kept talking to her, breathing in her ear, "I saw the dream…"
She nodded, her trembles stopping slightly, ceasing as Draco absorbed them into his body.
"You know that curse?" She asks him quietly, still whispering her lips over his neck.
He nods, "I've seen it used once… Its victim can't counter it. No way that I know of. It's extremely painful…" He shudders, "It literally eats you from the inside out… Until nothings left…"
She trembles more violently now, succumbing to the urge of crying.
She hugs him closer; "I don't wanna die…"
He coos to her, already telling himself to stop. Can't get attached. The urge still laid dormant in him though. He wanted to be nice to her for once, but he couldn't, not now… His mind telling his body to stop now futilely screams to itself. † Why are you kissing her? Huh? You think she even gives a rat's ass about you now, Draco boy? After the beatings, the names. Hey, don't stick your hand there! Come on now, look, she's still crying. Trying to hurt her more? Yeah, that's it, just stop. Look at her, she's pushing you away. See the terror in her eyes? You're still Draco Malfoy, not Potter. Not the man she loves. You never will be. Because you're your father's son. You're a Malfoy, and must carry on the bloodlines. No mudbloods in this family remember? Look, you've convinced her you want her, that you care about her. Hey, why is she doing that? Who cares about how that feels make her get away from you! She'll be hurt more in the end by loving you. Loving you? She can't love you, don't even bother. No one can love you, not now. Not unless they're a pureblood, rich, beautiful, and up to your family standards. Come on already, you think she'd gonna like you much after you fuck her and leave her? Just get up and walk- † He stops the voice, but does what it says. He pushes Hermione back gently, looking away. She stops also, looking like she's about to cry.
"Sorry Draco… I got carried away…"
"It's fine… 'Mione… I mean, I was gonna stop anyways… I-I don't want to take your virginity, and than have you pissed at me." He looks away, standing up, his mind spinning, "I'm sorry."
She looks up at him, her eyes serious, "I don't care Draco… You-you make me feel safe." She turns her gaze away from him, curling up in the blankets, trying not to cry. He's not worth it Hermione… Don't give in… Without her consent, the tears come, uncaring and hot. She felt like such a baby, laying there and crying in front of him like he cared.
He didn't, and he proved it by refusing her so suddenly.
He bit back on all emotions, picturing himself turning, walking out, and leaving her. But how could he? Not with her lying there, crying like that. He didn't want to leave her, but he knew he had to. I can't leave her… He got back on the bed, sitting next to her, his hand tracing the outline of her face. "You want to do that with me?"
She looked a tiny bit uneasy, worried too. "I don't know… It felt right at the moment." She stops turning away, "It's all right, you don't have to."
He looks at her, scared almost. She had no idea how much he wanted to. Just how many times that thought had crossed his mind. The dreams, the images, the feelings, they all pointed to her, and doing this. But he couldn't his father…
He takes his thoughts away, stopping and looking at the ceiling.
"Beautiful evening," he mumbles, still tracing his hand through her hair gently.
She turned, looking up at him while he sat there and stared. She hated him at this moment. She hated how he made her feel; what thoughts he invoked into her head. While she lied there at night, silent except for each others breathing, she realized just how much she hated being so close to him, and never being able to touch him. That was her only grudge against Pansy. She may have been the slut, but she could get any Slytherin to touch her with a flick of her hips.
Her hand shot up on its own accord, pulling him down in a deep kiss. He didn't struggle. He didn't care anymore. He just wanted her and her deep brown eyes to be held close to his body.
He got up on her, struggling to pull back the blankets. Finally finding the key to getting them off her, he grinds his hips up against hers, feeling her gasp in surprise. She had expected him to react, but more with a slap then with his own exploration. She finally breaks the kiss from him, grinning slightly around it. He turned red, still feeling her leg pressed between his own.
Draco licks his lips, smiling easily. "Good to know you don't hate me."
"I never said I don't hate you still." She quirks her eyebrow at him; eyes shine with mischief.
"So you do hate me?" He asks in mock surprise.
She nods, nibbling on his ear lobe. "Of course I hate you. More then anyone else."
He yawns slightly, cuddling her. He didn't want to be the bad guy anymore. Not now, when he was so close to her. "Aww, how sad, I was just getting to know the real Hermione Granger."
"You don't know anything about the real Hermione Granger." She whispers quietly.
He looks at her in small misunderstanding She was right though, whether he wanted to admit it or not. She was the one woman in the school unknown to any man. None had bedded her; no one had really talked to her... Few knew of her history, and only knew about her bloodlines because of him. Still though, he thought he knew a good amount about her. "'Mione, I don't want to know everything about the real Hermione Granger. What's the fun of teasing her then?"
She lets her eyes drift over his strong jaw line as she sighs, closing her eyes briefly. "I-I…" she stutters, "I still hate you." She whispers, covering what she was really going to say. She looks away, "You should go." Steeling herself against her thoughts, she looks into the dark gray depths of his eyes, seeing the confusion swirling around. "You don't have to follow the dare anymore if you don't want to."
He stares right back at her, silent. His eyes cloud over, showing an emotion they rarely did. Pain. Rejection. He nods, "Fine then, if that's the way the game goes." He gets off of her, brushing himself off and trying to keep a hold on his dignity. He wasn't used to being bluntly refused, and he wasn't one to go along with it. But he would for now. He'd let her get to him, but only once he vowed.
Walking into his room, he quickly goes to his bag of stuff and pulls out his own journal, smiling faintly. No one would suspect that Draco Malfoy kept one of these, therefore no one bothered to look.
A/N: How sad, they're so oblivious to each other! Ha, they were gettin' closer... -Likes making people wait.- I'll have to get some guyz to help me with the sex scenes. -Did that for Reality Check, if she ever has a chance to update cuz she's paying so much attention to this story.- Okay... That's it for today. I should have the other chapters ( 7 & 8) Up by Thursday... I have art on Wed. so I can type tonight, and tomorrow... Maybe Tuesday... XD
Fiery Slut: This chapter was edited with you in mind, It gets a lil more obvious what they both are thinking about...
Should I have them throw a party with some muggles?
