***
They met after dinner as usual to work on the last potion. Draco prepared
the ingredients and Hermione started mixing them, when in a flash, she
failed to get the Becker that crashed on the floor, splattering the undone
potion everywhere.
"Oh, I can't believe it! I'll have to start it all again!" She complained, looking at the puddle on the floor.
"Shhh, that's okay, just calm down, will you?" He cleaned the whole mess with a spell. He turned to the ingredients and she heard him curse.
"Oh. Shit," he was looking at her potion ingredients' bag. "Shit, shit, shit."
"What is it, Malfoy?" She asked, a cold feeling in her stomach.
"There was all our stock of aquillantera roots. We have no more of it. And we have no time to buy more. We should have asked for an extra ounce," he said, desolated.
"I can't believe it. I really can't," she said, still looking for more of it. He was just looking blankly at the wall.
"Wait. We still have hope. I know where we can find it," she said, a spark of hope shining in her eyes again.
"Where? Do you know someone who had to buy it for a potion lately?"
"No, but it's aquillantera roots! 'Usually found in humid places with leaves deposition.' It has a blue flower, and usually grows near rocks and big trees. Here," she turned over the leaves of a Herbology book and showed a picture to him.
"Are you suggesting we go to the Forbidden Forest and look for it aimlessly?"
"Is that or we are one N.E.W.T. short," she added grimly.
He looked worried and agreed.
"Let's go after lunch tomorrow, then."
***
They had lunch and then met each other in the Great Hall doors. Draco looked outside. "It looks like it's going to rain," he pointed out.
"Yes, aren't we lucky?" She smiled broadly, looking at Hogwarts fields.
He looked strangely at her, but said nothing.
"Let's go then!" She said.
***
(A/N: The following scene was written while I listened to Evanescence song My Last Breath. Just in case you want to try.)
They walked towards the forest, and entered it where the forest neared the lake, trying to find a humid place. After some minutes searching, they felt the first drops of rain falling through the threes. In a few seconds, a pouring rain descended upon them.
"I can't believe how lucky we are. Now it's going to be much easier to find it!"
"What do you mean? Why?"
"Aquillantera's petals shine with the touch of the rain," she pointed out, as if it was an obvious thing.
"Oh. Yeah, lucky us," he said, following her figure through the forest. He couldn't help but notice the way her wet clothes were now closely attached to her body, revealing her forms. As his mind started to work in a very creative way, he closed his eyes a bit. It didn't last long, as he was quickly taken out of his reverie when she yelled:
"Look, Malfoy! Over there!" She pointed to some direction where there were some rocks, and he saw some little points glittering in a beautiful blue- white shine. They ran towards it.
She looked excitedly at the flowers. "It's a pity we'll have to take them out of the ground to collect the roots. They're so beautiful," she considered, and he couldn't help but admire they way she delicately started pulling them off.
They collected all they need, and a little more, just in case. She guarded it carefully in her bag, and made a move to leave, when he stopped her.
"Hermione, wait. We need to talk,"
She looked at him, shocked. It was the first time he called her by her first name.
"We have to concoct the potion, Malfoy," she said his name awkwardly, wondering how she should call him, but her brain quickly dismissed the 'Draco' possibility.
"We'll have plenty of time."
"I don't think--" she started to move, but he blocked her. And she absently noticed how wet his clothes were.
"I won't let you leave"
She sighed, left her bag on one of those rocks and put her hands in her hips, turning to him.
"What do you want?"
"I know you're avoiding me," he started.
"As far as I can remember, we spent a big amount of time together lately."
"You know what I mean," he stated.
"No, I don't," she lied.
He sighed and passed his hands through his fair hair, which was now all wet and falling gorgeously around his head. 'No, Hermione, you know where this will lead you,' she warned herself, trying to look away.
"You refuse to talk to me, see me or anything without a strictly academic purpose," he clarified.
"And what else could we possibly have, Malfoy? What do you want with a 'filthy mudblood' other than that?" she asked, disappointment showing in her voice.
He stared at her, surprised and pensive.
"I don't care about that anymore," he realized to himself. After some minutes, he added: 'I mean, I don't think--"
"Cut it, Malfoy. I know exactly what you want," she interrupted.
"Well, you're probably not far from the truth," he said, smirking. "But the fact is: don't you, too?"
She glared at him.
"Oh, come on, Granger. We live in different times, now. Can't you see? Can't you see a lot of things have changed?"
She remembered Harry grinning at them in Potions class, and flashes of all the new couples passed through her mind, reminding her of the new type of interaction among the houses nowadays, in times of peace. Wasn't it exactly what they had fought for?
She looked at him. He was standing close to her, a beautiful pair of grey eyes staring intently at her, eyes coloured like the rain that descended upon them, creating a world apart of anything in the depths of the forest. His clothes were all wet, but he didn't seem as cold as she was, and she imagined how good it would feel to be in his arms again. A shiver passed through her, and she doubted it was caused by the cold rain. She was trembling a bit.
"You're cold," he observed.
"You must be, too."
"Well, you see, that's absolutely pointless," he concluded and with that, he inclined his head and captured her lips gently in a dangerously blissful kiss, and she new she was lost. His both hands held her close to him, and she knew they wouldn't let her go easily.
The warmth of his body surrounded her, getting into every pore of her skin. It was like poison. She noticed how much his scent fitted with the smell of the rain. She stopped the kissing to look at him, and saw his eyes open and looking intently at her. She stared at them, lost in their grayness, and felt like they could read her inside. She felt exposed. They stood like that, looking at each other for some seconds that felt like an eternity, the world around them in a kaleidoscopic mix of colours, hearing only the rain falling violently in the trees and the thunders that resounded above their heads.
They closed their eyes simultaneously, and kissed again, as if their lives depended on it. They savoured each other deeply, breathing each other, tasting the kiss as if there was no tomorrow. There was absolutely no reality but that, there and then. Them.
His hands travelled all over her body, distributing sparks all over her, mirroring the electricity in the air. Her hands passed through his fair and silky hair, bringing him towards her, deepening the kiss, and starting to unbutton his shirt. His hands moved to her shirt then, and she felt them touching lightly her breasts while doing the same with hers. His mouth travelled to her neck in the process, covering with kisses every new exposed skin.
As the wind brushed forcefully the branches above them, giving them shivers, they embraced themselves, feeling each other bodies, their bare skin ready to combust at any time. His hands touched her breasts, as he kissed her mouth and her neck. She felt his hands moving to her back, and her bra fell between them. He gasped at the contact of his chest with her breasts, and soon his hands were pleasurably massaging them, while they moaned in unison. His kisses intoxicated her, and she felt him sucking her shoulder, marking her. His mouth turned its attention to her bare breast and she felt like she could die at that moment. His hands were now at her legs, her thighs, her skirt, her panties. She gasped as his fingers made contact with her hot opening, and a big wave of pleasure took over her body. She wanted him more than anything in this world.
But she realized she was the only one barely clad there, and started to open his belt's buckle. He realized her intentions and helped her, taking his trousers off, and then he took her in his arms, her hair falling in his face, her scent controlling his senses, and leaned her gracefully on the ground as their bodies felt the cold drops everywhere, sharpening their senses.
He was on top of her, and she felt like she could never feel more comfortable or safe, his body guarding her and getting her warm. She could feel his erection against the fabric of his boxers, touching her panties. He kissed her passionately, and she felt her desire increasing exponentially, as her hands travelled through his hair, exploring then his shoulders, his arms, his back, her nails marking it as she pulled him to herself. His hands seemed to follow her wishes, guessing where she wanted to be touched.
He quickly removed any garments still left between them, and both could easily anticipate what was about to happen. He held her face to look at him.
"You have never done this before, have you?"
"No," she admitted, blushing.
"You want to?" he asked, and suddenly realized he never really asked that before to other girls. Not sincerely. He never really cared.
She closed her eyes, trying to find courage to say it aloud. "Yes," she said, eyes still closed. She opened them slowly, just to close them again as he kissed her. She felt him entering her a bit, and gasped. His arms embraced her.
"Shhh, just relax. It will hurt a bit in the beginning, I won't lie. But I'll be careful. I promise," he said, still amazed at his own words. She was no ordinary girl to him, he realized. He truly wanted it to be good to her.
He held her tightly and entered abruptly at her, stopping to move after that, so that her body could get used to his presence. She looked at him, her eyes showing pain, and he held her close in his arms. He couldn't believe this was happening. She felt absolutely tight and wet, fragile and unexplored, all his, at his mercy, her little body trembling under him. Adorable. He looked at her trying to guard this moment in his memory.
She stayed in his hug for a moment and then released him a bit, indicating that the pain was going away. He moved tentatively inside her and she moaned. He started moving slowly then, touching her breasts at the same time. Soon they established a rhythm, as the rain poured down mercilessly at them.
She felt the pain being replaced by pleasure again, and his stimulating touches drove her back to her previous sensations. She joined him in his rhythm, and soon she found herself wanting him to go faster. She wanted him faster and deeper. She pulled him towards her, and he moaned against her mouth. They wouldn't last long.
As the thunders resounded in the skies above them, they climaxed, trembling against each other and colapsing after that. They laid there hugging, enjoying the warmth between them for a while.
She was the first to move, getting him out of her and starting to dress up her soaked clothes. She dressed up as quickly as she could, and he was still not completely dressed when she moved to leave without a word. He grabbed her wrist.
"You're not running away this time," he asserted.
She looked at him, confused, and sat in the stone, by his side, looking to the ground.
"Are you regretting it already? Didn't you like it?" he asked bravely.
"It's not that," she tried to explain, but kept silent for a while. "Wow, Ron's going to kill me this time," she pondered.
"And what bloody Weasley have to do with that? He must be just damn jealous, the git," he paused, then continued: "Did you tell him about us?"
"Sort of. Harry already knew, but he even supported it. Ron, however... "
"I can't see why your amorous life is any of his concern. He seems to be dating Loony Lovegood, isn't he?"
"He cares about me," she insisted.
He looked at her, and realized that he did, as well, but said nothing.
She stood up and said:
"We still have a potion to concoct."
"Will you keep acting like nothing happened?" He asked, trying not to show any emotion.
She looked at him trying to decipher his eyes.
"Was it anything to you?" She asked back.
"I don't want it to be a single occasion," he tried to say, not finding the right words.
She merely narrowed her eyes, and turned to leave.
"Hermione, wait!" He pleaded loudly.
She turned as she heard her first name spelled through his voice, and looked at him.
"I..." he started, not really knowing what he wanted to say. He tried to go on. "I didn't say it right. I mean, I don't want you to go away and pretend there was nothing between us," he said, his own words echoing in his head, receiving a mental confirmation.
"What do you want me to do, then?" She asked carefully. He found that her wet hair strands all around her face made an adorable vision.
"Will you... date me?" He asked uncertain of what he was doing. "I don't know, I..." he paused for a brief consideration. "I just want to be with you, that's it."
She smiled shyly and took a step towards him. "Well, I won't promise you anything. But I think we can try," she concluded grinning.
He kissed her again for a while, then they took the bag and headed towards the castle. They still had a potion to concoct.
THE END
* * * * * This fic was a response to a challenge.
Rating required: R or NC-17
3-5 Things to Include in the Fic:
1. Set in Draco's and Hermione's 7th year at Hogwarts
2. Hermione and Draco having sex in the Forbidden Forest
3. Draco fantasizing about Hermione in Lucius' presence
4. A mental breakdown
5. Pairings on the side: Harry/Pansy, Ron/Luna
What Not to Include in the Fic:
slash, Hermione/Ron, Draco/Ginny
Well, I tried.
*****
That's it! Thanks a lot for all your reviews, they're really encouraging! =) I'm planning a new D/Hr fic, but I'll post it on AFF and restrictedsection only, under this same name (winn_12). I have another fic there, but it is H/Hr. Just in case you want to check them out.
Please Review. Your comments will be really appreciated. Thanks! winn_12@yahoo.com.
"Oh, I can't believe it! I'll have to start it all again!" She complained, looking at the puddle on the floor.
"Shhh, that's okay, just calm down, will you?" He cleaned the whole mess with a spell. He turned to the ingredients and she heard him curse.
"Oh. Shit," he was looking at her potion ingredients' bag. "Shit, shit, shit."
"What is it, Malfoy?" She asked, a cold feeling in her stomach.
"There was all our stock of aquillantera roots. We have no more of it. And we have no time to buy more. We should have asked for an extra ounce," he said, desolated.
"I can't believe it. I really can't," she said, still looking for more of it. He was just looking blankly at the wall.
"Wait. We still have hope. I know where we can find it," she said, a spark of hope shining in her eyes again.
"Where? Do you know someone who had to buy it for a potion lately?"
"No, but it's aquillantera roots! 'Usually found in humid places with leaves deposition.' It has a blue flower, and usually grows near rocks and big trees. Here," she turned over the leaves of a Herbology book and showed a picture to him.
"Are you suggesting we go to the Forbidden Forest and look for it aimlessly?"
"Is that or we are one N.E.W.T. short," she added grimly.
He looked worried and agreed.
"Let's go after lunch tomorrow, then."
***
They had lunch and then met each other in the Great Hall doors. Draco looked outside. "It looks like it's going to rain," he pointed out.
"Yes, aren't we lucky?" She smiled broadly, looking at Hogwarts fields.
He looked strangely at her, but said nothing.
"Let's go then!" She said.
***
(A/N: The following scene was written while I listened to Evanescence song My Last Breath. Just in case you want to try.)
They walked towards the forest, and entered it where the forest neared the lake, trying to find a humid place. After some minutes searching, they felt the first drops of rain falling through the threes. In a few seconds, a pouring rain descended upon them.
"I can't believe how lucky we are. Now it's going to be much easier to find it!"
"What do you mean? Why?"
"Aquillantera's petals shine with the touch of the rain," she pointed out, as if it was an obvious thing.
"Oh. Yeah, lucky us," he said, following her figure through the forest. He couldn't help but notice the way her wet clothes were now closely attached to her body, revealing her forms. As his mind started to work in a very creative way, he closed his eyes a bit. It didn't last long, as he was quickly taken out of his reverie when she yelled:
"Look, Malfoy! Over there!" She pointed to some direction where there were some rocks, and he saw some little points glittering in a beautiful blue- white shine. They ran towards it.
She looked excitedly at the flowers. "It's a pity we'll have to take them out of the ground to collect the roots. They're so beautiful," she considered, and he couldn't help but admire they way she delicately started pulling them off.
They collected all they need, and a little more, just in case. She guarded it carefully in her bag, and made a move to leave, when he stopped her.
"Hermione, wait. We need to talk,"
She looked at him, shocked. It was the first time he called her by her first name.
"We have to concoct the potion, Malfoy," she said his name awkwardly, wondering how she should call him, but her brain quickly dismissed the 'Draco' possibility.
"We'll have plenty of time."
"I don't think--" she started to move, but he blocked her. And she absently noticed how wet his clothes were.
"I won't let you leave"
She sighed, left her bag on one of those rocks and put her hands in her hips, turning to him.
"What do you want?"
"I know you're avoiding me," he started.
"As far as I can remember, we spent a big amount of time together lately."
"You know what I mean," he stated.
"No, I don't," she lied.
He sighed and passed his hands through his fair hair, which was now all wet and falling gorgeously around his head. 'No, Hermione, you know where this will lead you,' she warned herself, trying to look away.
"You refuse to talk to me, see me or anything without a strictly academic purpose," he clarified.
"And what else could we possibly have, Malfoy? What do you want with a 'filthy mudblood' other than that?" she asked, disappointment showing in her voice.
He stared at her, surprised and pensive.
"I don't care about that anymore," he realized to himself. After some minutes, he added: 'I mean, I don't think--"
"Cut it, Malfoy. I know exactly what you want," she interrupted.
"Well, you're probably not far from the truth," he said, smirking. "But the fact is: don't you, too?"
She glared at him.
"Oh, come on, Granger. We live in different times, now. Can't you see? Can't you see a lot of things have changed?"
She remembered Harry grinning at them in Potions class, and flashes of all the new couples passed through her mind, reminding her of the new type of interaction among the houses nowadays, in times of peace. Wasn't it exactly what they had fought for?
She looked at him. He was standing close to her, a beautiful pair of grey eyes staring intently at her, eyes coloured like the rain that descended upon them, creating a world apart of anything in the depths of the forest. His clothes were all wet, but he didn't seem as cold as she was, and she imagined how good it would feel to be in his arms again. A shiver passed through her, and she doubted it was caused by the cold rain. She was trembling a bit.
"You're cold," he observed.
"You must be, too."
"Well, you see, that's absolutely pointless," he concluded and with that, he inclined his head and captured her lips gently in a dangerously blissful kiss, and she new she was lost. His both hands held her close to him, and she knew they wouldn't let her go easily.
The warmth of his body surrounded her, getting into every pore of her skin. It was like poison. She noticed how much his scent fitted with the smell of the rain. She stopped the kissing to look at him, and saw his eyes open and looking intently at her. She stared at them, lost in their grayness, and felt like they could read her inside. She felt exposed. They stood like that, looking at each other for some seconds that felt like an eternity, the world around them in a kaleidoscopic mix of colours, hearing only the rain falling violently in the trees and the thunders that resounded above their heads.
They closed their eyes simultaneously, and kissed again, as if their lives depended on it. They savoured each other deeply, breathing each other, tasting the kiss as if there was no tomorrow. There was absolutely no reality but that, there and then. Them.
His hands travelled all over her body, distributing sparks all over her, mirroring the electricity in the air. Her hands passed through his fair and silky hair, bringing him towards her, deepening the kiss, and starting to unbutton his shirt. His hands moved to her shirt then, and she felt them touching lightly her breasts while doing the same with hers. His mouth travelled to her neck in the process, covering with kisses every new exposed skin.
As the wind brushed forcefully the branches above them, giving them shivers, they embraced themselves, feeling each other bodies, their bare skin ready to combust at any time. His hands touched her breasts, as he kissed her mouth and her neck. She felt his hands moving to her back, and her bra fell between them. He gasped at the contact of his chest with her breasts, and soon his hands were pleasurably massaging them, while they moaned in unison. His kisses intoxicated her, and she felt him sucking her shoulder, marking her. His mouth turned its attention to her bare breast and she felt like she could die at that moment. His hands were now at her legs, her thighs, her skirt, her panties. She gasped as his fingers made contact with her hot opening, and a big wave of pleasure took over her body. She wanted him more than anything in this world.
But she realized she was the only one barely clad there, and started to open his belt's buckle. He realized her intentions and helped her, taking his trousers off, and then he took her in his arms, her hair falling in his face, her scent controlling his senses, and leaned her gracefully on the ground as their bodies felt the cold drops everywhere, sharpening their senses.
He was on top of her, and she felt like she could never feel more comfortable or safe, his body guarding her and getting her warm. She could feel his erection against the fabric of his boxers, touching her panties. He kissed her passionately, and she felt her desire increasing exponentially, as her hands travelled through his hair, exploring then his shoulders, his arms, his back, her nails marking it as she pulled him to herself. His hands seemed to follow her wishes, guessing where she wanted to be touched.
He quickly removed any garments still left between them, and both could easily anticipate what was about to happen. He held her face to look at him.
"You have never done this before, have you?"
"No," she admitted, blushing.
"You want to?" he asked, and suddenly realized he never really asked that before to other girls. Not sincerely. He never really cared.
She closed her eyes, trying to find courage to say it aloud. "Yes," she said, eyes still closed. She opened them slowly, just to close them again as he kissed her. She felt him entering her a bit, and gasped. His arms embraced her.
"Shhh, just relax. It will hurt a bit in the beginning, I won't lie. But I'll be careful. I promise," he said, still amazed at his own words. She was no ordinary girl to him, he realized. He truly wanted it to be good to her.
He held her tightly and entered abruptly at her, stopping to move after that, so that her body could get used to his presence. She looked at him, her eyes showing pain, and he held her close in his arms. He couldn't believe this was happening. She felt absolutely tight and wet, fragile and unexplored, all his, at his mercy, her little body trembling under him. Adorable. He looked at her trying to guard this moment in his memory.
She stayed in his hug for a moment and then released him a bit, indicating that the pain was going away. He moved tentatively inside her and she moaned. He started moving slowly then, touching her breasts at the same time. Soon they established a rhythm, as the rain poured down mercilessly at them.
She felt the pain being replaced by pleasure again, and his stimulating touches drove her back to her previous sensations. She joined him in his rhythm, and soon she found herself wanting him to go faster. She wanted him faster and deeper. She pulled him towards her, and he moaned against her mouth. They wouldn't last long.
As the thunders resounded in the skies above them, they climaxed, trembling against each other and colapsing after that. They laid there hugging, enjoying the warmth between them for a while.
She was the first to move, getting him out of her and starting to dress up her soaked clothes. She dressed up as quickly as she could, and he was still not completely dressed when she moved to leave without a word. He grabbed her wrist.
"You're not running away this time," he asserted.
She looked at him, confused, and sat in the stone, by his side, looking to the ground.
"Are you regretting it already? Didn't you like it?" he asked bravely.
"It's not that," she tried to explain, but kept silent for a while. "Wow, Ron's going to kill me this time," she pondered.
"And what bloody Weasley have to do with that? He must be just damn jealous, the git," he paused, then continued: "Did you tell him about us?"
"Sort of. Harry already knew, but he even supported it. Ron, however... "
"I can't see why your amorous life is any of his concern. He seems to be dating Loony Lovegood, isn't he?"
"He cares about me," she insisted.
He looked at her, and realized that he did, as well, but said nothing.
She stood up and said:
"We still have a potion to concoct."
"Will you keep acting like nothing happened?" He asked, trying not to show any emotion.
She looked at him trying to decipher his eyes.
"Was it anything to you?" She asked back.
"I don't want it to be a single occasion," he tried to say, not finding the right words.
She merely narrowed her eyes, and turned to leave.
"Hermione, wait!" He pleaded loudly.
She turned as she heard her first name spelled through his voice, and looked at him.
"I..." he started, not really knowing what he wanted to say. He tried to go on. "I didn't say it right. I mean, I don't want you to go away and pretend there was nothing between us," he said, his own words echoing in his head, receiving a mental confirmation.
"What do you want me to do, then?" She asked carefully. He found that her wet hair strands all around her face made an adorable vision.
"Will you... date me?" He asked uncertain of what he was doing. "I don't know, I..." he paused for a brief consideration. "I just want to be with you, that's it."
She smiled shyly and took a step towards him. "Well, I won't promise you anything. But I think we can try," she concluded grinning.
He kissed her again for a while, then they took the bag and headed towards the castle. They still had a potion to concoct.
THE END
* * * * * This fic was a response to a challenge.
Rating required: R or NC-17
3-5 Things to Include in the Fic:
1. Set in Draco's and Hermione's 7th year at Hogwarts
2. Hermione and Draco having sex in the Forbidden Forest
3. Draco fantasizing about Hermione in Lucius' presence
4. A mental breakdown
5. Pairings on the side: Harry/Pansy, Ron/Luna
What Not to Include in the Fic:
slash, Hermione/Ron, Draco/Ginny
Well, I tried.
*****
That's it! Thanks a lot for all your reviews, they're really encouraging! =) I'm planning a new D/Hr fic, but I'll post it on AFF and restrictedsection only, under this same name (winn_12). I have another fic there, but it is H/Hr. Just in case you want to check them out.
Please Review. Your comments will be really appreciated. Thanks! winn_12@yahoo.com.