A/N: One reviewer said they didn't like the format of my last chapter so
I've changed it back.
Chapter 21: One Long Night Stand
'Why did I do that? Why oh why oh why did it do that! I am so stupid!' Hermione thought to herself after walking out on Malfoy. He had just basically poured his heart out to her and she let him go.
"This is my only chance," Hermione said to herself adamantly before hurrying down her stairs and bursting into the common room.
"Draco, I," Hermione began but couldn't finish her sentence. He was nowhere to be seen. Hermione disappointedly fell into a chair.
"What did you expect? For me to just stand around until you made up your mind," a voice said behind her.
Hermione started and turned around. "I thought I was alone," she said looking down sheepishly.
"Well guess what babe, you're not," he snarled.
"Look, Draco. I'm really," Hermione began again.
"Save the bullshit Granger."
"I'm not bullshitting," she said angrily.
"Forget it. I only give chicks one chance," Draco said and turned away.
"Wait, Draco, I can explain everything," Hermione began getting out of her chair.
"There is nothing to explain, and only my friends may call me Draco," he said walking out the door.
"That's a really childish comment you know!" Hermione yelled after him. A hand poked through the door portal and stuck one finger up at her.
Hermione slowly turned a soft tone of red.
"Draco Malfoy! You will not make obscene gestures at me," she screamed storming towards the portal. She stamped through and straight into an unsuspecting Draco who had not moved yet. He fell on the floor and Hermione fell on top of him.
"I remember you saying you weren't going to fall head over heels for me," he said quietly. She snarled and raised a hand. Draco reached up and grabbed it before it made contact.
"No one EVER strikes a Malfoy! You got away with it once but I will not tolerate it again," he said shoving her off him and standing up.
"What's going on here," Harry's voice cut in. Hermione had tears in her eyes and was sitting on the floor and Draco was standing in front of her with a furious expression on his face.
"Draco is being a bastard," Hermione said almost whining.
"How dare you," Ron said before punching him in the face.
"Ron!" Harry yelled and grabbed his robes pulling him back. Draco looked gob smacked. "How dare you," he said before charging towards Ron.
"NO!" Hermione yelled and stood in front of him. She placed her hands on his chest pushing as hard as she could to stop him.
"I... think... you should go," Hermione managed to stay while slowly sliding towards Harry and Ron.
"No, I don't think we should leave you alone with him Hermione," Harry said.
"JUST GO! I don't need you guys having a fight here. I'll be fine. I'm living with this git for Gods sake," she said holding him back. Harry pushed Ron in front of him and they speedily went away.
Malfoy stopped walking and looked surprised at Hermione as if noticing for the first time she was there. She loosened her pressure on him but kept her hands on his chest.
"What are you doing," he said looking at her.
"Stopping you from murdering my best friend," she said.
He looked down at her hands. She saw where he was looking and took her hands off him while blushing.
"Don't," Draco said almost menacingly as he grabbed her for about the third time that night and kissed her. This time she kissed him back winding her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. He pulled her closer into him and they tumbled into the common room. Hermione began to slide her hands up and down his muscular arms. She slid her hand down his forearm and felt a bump. Intrigued, she traced the mar. This seemed to urge Draco to kiss her further. She traced it a few more times and then stopped abruptly. She pulled away from him again, but with fear on her face this time.
"What is it this time," Draco growled placing his head in his hands.
"You're a death eater. I can't do this with you. You are the picture of everything I'm fighting against," she said quietly looking at him with large eyes. This seemed to knock Draco out of his reverie.
"So what if I'm a death eater. Doesn't mean I go around killing everyone you know. There are other jobs than that," he said calmly.
"Then what do you do," she said sitting in a chair next to him.
"Why does it make a difference what I do? I can't get out of this. It's an obligation I have to fulfil," he said.
"You sound almost, proud," Hermione said astonished.
"Why shouldn't I be? I am working with the greatest wizard that ever ruled, and there is nothing anyone can do about it," he said smugly.
"I can tell someone," Hermione said quickly.
"And I can like, kill you," he sneered.
"This is not the type of conversation I was hoping for," Hermione mumbled.
"Well, then, what do you want to talk about, because I'm not particularly interested in talking," he said lifting one eyebrow at her. Hermione's insides melted.
"Why are you interested in me," Hermione asked boldly.
"Do you know what Granger. I don't know. It might be because you aren't like other girls and I have to fight to get you, and it could be because opposites attract I guess," he said scratching his chin and conjured up a bowl of ice cream. Hermione looked at him. "Want some?" he said in between mouthfuls. Hermione took the bowl from him and slowly ate a couple of mouthfuls while Draco talked about his conquests.
"So anyway," she said cutting him off and handing back the ice cream. "What do you do? It's not like I can tell anyone apparently," she said.
"Well, I work as an undercover spy for Voldemort. I find out information, and I report back to him like every two nights," he said quickly. Then clapped his hand over his mouth. "What did you do you bitch," he said.
"Shut up. When is your next meeting then, and where are you going," she said calmly.
"It's two months from now on a Friday night at 12.00 midnight and we are meeting at the Lord's childhood home," he said. He couldn't stop himself. the words spilled out of his mouth. "Are you a fucking spy or something," he asked angrily.
"No, you won't tell me anything willingly so how else am I supposed to get to know you. Anyway, how many people will be at this event and can I come," she added to tone it down.
"There will be about 200 people and no you cannot come," he said monotonously.
"Why can't I come?" she probed.
"Because I don't want to see you get hurt," he said and groaned right after. Hermione gasped.
"Do you like me genuinely?" she asked him meekly.
"Yes I do, and I even think I lo..." he began cringing but Hermione slapped her lips on his. She wove her hands around his neck and pulled him deeper into her. Draco responded straight away laying her back on the couch. He ran a hand under her shirt and began to fondle her. Hermione moaned deeply into the kiss and wrapped her legs around his. He was excited and she could tell.
Draco moved to remove her shirt but Hermione stopped him.
"Don't. That's enough. I think my beds a bit more comfortable," she said smirking and leading him up her stairs. Hermione was behaving nothing like herself the moment. She was doing this because it was Draco Malfoy, and because she needed a stress reliever.
The next morning Hermione woke up in an empty bed. She gasped as the memories of last came flooding back to her. 'I made love to Draco and enjoyed it?' Hermione thought shocked and ran to her shower as soon as she thought of it.
Meanwhile Draco was sitting in his room smiling, already dressed and ready for the new day. He got up and slid over to his desk pulling out a long piece of parchment full of names. Under the name 'Holly Thule' he wrote Hermione's with a small 'not bad' next to it.
'Finally, I have accomplished what no other Slytherin has before,' he thought happily before walking into the common room to wait for Hermione.
Chapter 21: One Long Night Stand
'Why did I do that? Why oh why oh why did it do that! I am so stupid!' Hermione thought to herself after walking out on Malfoy. He had just basically poured his heart out to her and she let him go.
"This is my only chance," Hermione said to herself adamantly before hurrying down her stairs and bursting into the common room.
"Draco, I," Hermione began but couldn't finish her sentence. He was nowhere to be seen. Hermione disappointedly fell into a chair.
"What did you expect? For me to just stand around until you made up your mind," a voice said behind her.
Hermione started and turned around. "I thought I was alone," she said looking down sheepishly.
"Well guess what babe, you're not," he snarled.
"Look, Draco. I'm really," Hermione began again.
"Save the bullshit Granger."
"I'm not bullshitting," she said angrily.
"Forget it. I only give chicks one chance," Draco said and turned away.
"Wait, Draco, I can explain everything," Hermione began getting out of her chair.
"There is nothing to explain, and only my friends may call me Draco," he said walking out the door.
"That's a really childish comment you know!" Hermione yelled after him. A hand poked through the door portal and stuck one finger up at her.
Hermione slowly turned a soft tone of red.
"Draco Malfoy! You will not make obscene gestures at me," she screamed storming towards the portal. She stamped through and straight into an unsuspecting Draco who had not moved yet. He fell on the floor and Hermione fell on top of him.
"I remember you saying you weren't going to fall head over heels for me," he said quietly. She snarled and raised a hand. Draco reached up and grabbed it before it made contact.
"No one EVER strikes a Malfoy! You got away with it once but I will not tolerate it again," he said shoving her off him and standing up.
"What's going on here," Harry's voice cut in. Hermione had tears in her eyes and was sitting on the floor and Draco was standing in front of her with a furious expression on his face.
"Draco is being a bastard," Hermione said almost whining.
"How dare you," Ron said before punching him in the face.
"Ron!" Harry yelled and grabbed his robes pulling him back. Draco looked gob smacked. "How dare you," he said before charging towards Ron.
"NO!" Hermione yelled and stood in front of him. She placed her hands on his chest pushing as hard as she could to stop him.
"I... think... you should go," Hermione managed to stay while slowly sliding towards Harry and Ron.
"No, I don't think we should leave you alone with him Hermione," Harry said.
"JUST GO! I don't need you guys having a fight here. I'll be fine. I'm living with this git for Gods sake," she said holding him back. Harry pushed Ron in front of him and they speedily went away.
Malfoy stopped walking and looked surprised at Hermione as if noticing for the first time she was there. She loosened her pressure on him but kept her hands on his chest.
"What are you doing," he said looking at her.
"Stopping you from murdering my best friend," she said.
He looked down at her hands. She saw where he was looking and took her hands off him while blushing.
"Don't," Draco said almost menacingly as he grabbed her for about the third time that night and kissed her. This time she kissed him back winding her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. He pulled her closer into him and they tumbled into the common room. Hermione began to slide her hands up and down his muscular arms. She slid her hand down his forearm and felt a bump. Intrigued, she traced the mar. This seemed to urge Draco to kiss her further. She traced it a few more times and then stopped abruptly. She pulled away from him again, but with fear on her face this time.
"What is it this time," Draco growled placing his head in his hands.
"You're a death eater. I can't do this with you. You are the picture of everything I'm fighting against," she said quietly looking at him with large eyes. This seemed to knock Draco out of his reverie.
"So what if I'm a death eater. Doesn't mean I go around killing everyone you know. There are other jobs than that," he said calmly.
"Then what do you do," she said sitting in a chair next to him.
"Why does it make a difference what I do? I can't get out of this. It's an obligation I have to fulfil," he said.
"You sound almost, proud," Hermione said astonished.
"Why shouldn't I be? I am working with the greatest wizard that ever ruled, and there is nothing anyone can do about it," he said smugly.
"I can tell someone," Hermione said quickly.
"And I can like, kill you," he sneered.
"This is not the type of conversation I was hoping for," Hermione mumbled.
"Well, then, what do you want to talk about, because I'm not particularly interested in talking," he said lifting one eyebrow at her. Hermione's insides melted.
"Why are you interested in me," Hermione asked boldly.
"Do you know what Granger. I don't know. It might be because you aren't like other girls and I have to fight to get you, and it could be because opposites attract I guess," he said scratching his chin and conjured up a bowl of ice cream. Hermione looked at him. "Want some?" he said in between mouthfuls. Hermione took the bowl from him and slowly ate a couple of mouthfuls while Draco talked about his conquests.
"So anyway," she said cutting him off and handing back the ice cream. "What do you do? It's not like I can tell anyone apparently," she said.
"Well, I work as an undercover spy for Voldemort. I find out information, and I report back to him like every two nights," he said quickly. Then clapped his hand over his mouth. "What did you do you bitch," he said.
"Shut up. When is your next meeting then, and where are you going," she said calmly.
"It's two months from now on a Friday night at 12.00 midnight and we are meeting at the Lord's childhood home," he said. He couldn't stop himself. the words spilled out of his mouth. "Are you a fucking spy or something," he asked angrily.
"No, you won't tell me anything willingly so how else am I supposed to get to know you. Anyway, how many people will be at this event and can I come," she added to tone it down.
"There will be about 200 people and no you cannot come," he said monotonously.
"Why can't I come?" she probed.
"Because I don't want to see you get hurt," he said and groaned right after. Hermione gasped.
"Do you like me genuinely?" she asked him meekly.
"Yes I do, and I even think I lo..." he began cringing but Hermione slapped her lips on his. She wove her hands around his neck and pulled him deeper into her. Draco responded straight away laying her back on the couch. He ran a hand under her shirt and began to fondle her. Hermione moaned deeply into the kiss and wrapped her legs around his. He was excited and she could tell.
Draco moved to remove her shirt but Hermione stopped him.
"Don't. That's enough. I think my beds a bit more comfortable," she said smirking and leading him up her stairs. Hermione was behaving nothing like herself the moment. She was doing this because it was Draco Malfoy, and because she needed a stress reliever.
The next morning Hermione woke up in an empty bed. She gasped as the memories of last came flooding back to her. 'I made love to Draco and enjoyed it?' Hermione thought shocked and ran to her shower as soon as she thought of it.
Meanwhile Draco was sitting in his room smiling, already dressed and ready for the new day. He got up and slid over to his desk pulling out a long piece of parchment full of names. Under the name 'Holly Thule' he wrote Hermione's with a small 'not bad' next to it.
'Finally, I have accomplished what no other Slytherin has before,' he thought happily before walking into the common room to wait for Hermione.