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A/N: okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay people! Chapter 11! yay! I'm getting very excited about this story! I keep having lots of ideas & lots more & I'm desperately trying to fit them all in.
*******Please read à ******* First things, everyone should know, this is the last chapter as PG-13, because H & D are getting a bit 'naughty' now, and so the rating is going up. The R rating does sort of apply to this chapter, but I wanted to tell you all that I was changing the rating before I actually did.
To malfoyelf: for starters thank u very much for reviewing, & secondly, I chose to make Hermione grow up in Australia because I wanted her to! It doesn't have much to do with the plot line at all really except for a tiny non-important scene later, but I did want to get the CD The Panel in, so I decided that she could grow up in Australia.
To Chris if he ever gets around to reading this, u said u liked the chapter when Draco accidentally found Hermione's bedroom (hehehe), well…I hope you liked the last chapter;) and many future chapters (more hehehe)
Well…on with the story…
Chapter 11
A week later Hermione and Draco were watching (separate couches & lights on, sorry people) the Sunday Night Movie when the phone rang. About five minutes later Mrs. Granger popped her head into the room and held out the cordless phone, indicating that the caller wanted to talk to Hermione. Excusing herself, she traipsed to the door and took the phone off her mother, and then wandered off down the corridor into another room.
"Yes?"
"Hey, 'Mione, it's Jake."
"Jake! Hey, how are you?"
"Not too bad, and yourself?"
"Peachy keen, jelly bean."
"Hermione, have you been watching Grease again?"
"Well…maybe...okay, I have. It's on TV at the moment."
"Tut tut, I despair of you, missy."
"Oh, come on Jake, you know you love me."
"Can't help it I suppose, you're just such a lovable creature."
"Aren't I just." Hermione grinned cheekily, despite the fact that the boy on the other end of the line couldn't see it.
"Anyway, I was just calling to see if you want to continue our classes from last summer, you know, on Mondays?" Jake sounded uncertain, as if expecting Hermione to decline his offer.
"Are you kidding? I'd love to! I can't wait, in fact, I was going to call you tomorrow morning."
"Really?" Jake sounded considerably more cheerful. "That's fantastic. Do you want to come over about an hour earlier tomorrow, just so we can revise?"
"Sounds fine. Hey, is Ben still there?"
There was a pause at the end of the line, as if the answer was getting stuck in Jake's throat.
"Ben left." The answer was short and succinct; a quick answer for what was obviously a touchy subject.
"Oh, no. I'm sorry"
"Yeah, well. Not much you could do about that was there. He went to Wales over the Christmas break to see family and got a better offer apparently."
"Oh," Hermione decided it was time to make light of the situation. "So does this mean I'm going to have you all to myself for once?"
Jake laughed. "Yeah, just you, me, the music … and about half a dozen twelve-year-olds."
Hermione laughed, the sound spilling out of her throat effortlessly. "So who've you got working in the office this year? Another incompetent ditz?"
"Nope. Not any more. Jacqui's back, and she's doing it for me in her spare time while she waits for her business in town to take off."
Jake's information sent a sigh of relief throughout Hermione's body. She'd definitely had enough of the ditzy bimbos that Jake had previously had working for him. Not only had they been incapable of doing even the most basic office work, but they'd been bitchy to boot, and Hermione had felt very uncomfortable every time she'd had to go near them.
"Oh that's fantastic. But I didn't know that Jacqui had opened a store, what does she sell?"
"All the pretty dresses and bits and pieces to go under them that a girl could want. She said you should stop by soon, cos she's got some stuff she wants you to see."
"That's great, tell her I'll be in as soon as possible." Hermione jumped as the door creaked as it opened and her mother appeared holding two glasses with ice cream in them, indicating that they were for Hermione and Draco. "Oops, sorry, I've got to go, but I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yep, definitely." The answer was accompanied by the sound of the phone at the other end of the line being hung up.
Hermione turned to her mother and exchanged the two glasses for the phone. She smiled as she looked into the glasses, for one of them held a pile of vanilla ice-cream covered in lime flavoured topping and sprinkles; Hermione's favourite.
"What did Jake want honey?"
"To know if I wanted to keep up with the classes from last summer."
"Oh that's wonderful, I hope you said yes. Jake's such a nice boy."
Hermione rolled her eyes. Her mother was always going on about what a nice, sweet, well-behaved boy Jake was. Hermione grinned to herself. If only her mother knew the truth about Jake.
"Yep, I'm going over a bit earlier tomorrow, just to brush up on technique. Could you do me a favour though? Please don't tell Draco or his mum what I'm doing."
"Whatever for? It won't be very easy is you're going every week and then more as it gets towards the end of the summer."
"Oh, I don't know… tell them I'm going to the gym or something."
Hermione's mother raised her eyebrows, clearly wondering what was going on in her daughter's head. "Okay, I'll do it if you want me to, but I'm not happy about it. And Draco won't be either if he finds out that you're spending half of your time with a boy like Jake."
"What does it matter if Draco's happy about it or not? This is about me, not him."
"I've seen the way he looks at you. And the way you look at him sometimes."
Hermione blushed; embarrassed that her mother had caught onto the fact that she and Draco were attracted to each other. "He'll get over it. If you could do this for me I'll be so grateful."
"I will." Her mother spoke softly, looking at Hermione in a half disapproving, half loving way.
"Thank you. I'd better go though, cos this ice cream's starting to melt." Hermione leant over and kissed her mother on the cheek before exiting the study. As she walked back along the hall to the entertainment room she thought about her mother's words.
Hermione was dead certain that Draco would absolutely hate her spending lots of time with Jake, which was exactly why she didn't want him to know. No matter how innocent things were with Jake –and they had always been that- guys tended to freak at the idea of their girlfriends spending prolonged periods of time with him
Of course, Hermione knew that her relationship with Draco –or any guy for that matter- was in no danger from Jake, and Jake had told her so last summer. But Hermione had promised not to tell anyone, and so there was no way she could help Draco to see that she and Jake weren't more than just friends.
She had also promised Jake that she'd be at his place tomorrow and every other Monday until the end of the summer. So the only option was not to tell Draco.
Entering the room where Draco was, she turned the overhead light off, leaving only the light of a small lamp, and placed both glasses on the coffee table beside the couch he was sitting on. Well, actually, lying was more like it. He was spread out over the length of the couch, his feet sticking over the end, as the couch was too short to accommodate his height. He was also fast asleep.
Turning off the television, she moved around to the end of the couch where Draco's head rested. Leaning over him, she gently pressed her lips to his, loving the goosebumps that arose on her skin at the touch. After a couple of seconds she felt Draco's lips begin to move against her own in response.
Completely wrapped up in the sensations she was experiencing, Hermione didn't register Draco's arms encompassing her waist until he had, in one swift motion, flipped her over so that she was lying on top of him, looking up at the ceiling. Which was when she started to tickle her. Giggling and wriggling about in an attempt to stop him, Hermione finally managed to roll herself over so that she was looking down into Draco's eyes.
He grinned up at her, despite the fact that she was trying to be serious and tell him off for tickling her. "Don't tickle me pleeeeeeease. You know how it makes me."
"Oh? How does it make you?"
"You know how. It makes me feel like doing whatever you want me to."
"Really? Well, I'll have to test that theory, now won't I?" Rearranging them so that Hermione was straddling his legs, he sat up and turned so that he was sitting on the couch normally. Except for the fact that Hermione was still straddling his lap.
Smiling at Hermione, Draco wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer still, until Hermione's legs were bent at the knees and folded underneath his arms, against the back of the couch. "I think that that has to be the best way in the world to wake up, bar none."
For the second time that evening, Hermione blushed. A small lamp in the corner, rather than an overhead light, was supplying the light in the room this time, and so the chances of Draco seeing the blush were severely diminished. Thank God.
"Now about testing that theory…" Draco lightly tickled her stomach, but not enough to make her uncomfortable. This didn't last long though, as the smile across Hermione's soft lips was so tempting that he leant into capture it with his own. Sighing into Hermione's mouth, he tightened his arms around her, bringing her breasts flush up against his chest.
Her nipples peaked through her thin shirt against the textured fabric of Draco's shirt, and this time it was Hermione's turn to sigh. Draco's lips moved away from hers and started to roam over her face, caressing her cheekbone tenderly before moving onto the delicate skin of her earlobe. He gently nibbled at its unbroken skin, the sensation making Hermione glad that she'd never pierced her ears.
Draco's hands were stroking up and down her sides in time with the movement of her hands in his hair, a mix of massaging sensuality and playfully light touches. As he moved his mouth's attentions to the curve of her neck, he pulled back a bit, allowing his palms to slide up Hermione's stomach until his thumbs rested just below her breasts. Here he used those thumbs to caress back and forth with a firm touch.
As Draco's lips moved down to her collarbone, Hermione tilted her head back to allow him better access, while Draco traced his hands over her body more. One hand returned to its position at the small of her back, pulling her pelvis tight against his, letting her feel the stirring there. The fingertips of his other hand drew a path further up her sides and beneath her arms, until the tips rested on the skin beside her breast and his palm hovered over it.
Slowly –and without Hermione realising it, as Draco's lips had migrated back to hers and were rendering her senseless- Draco's hand descended and came to rest lightly on one of Hermione's breasts, his thumb rubbing over the hardened and distended tip, causing a pooling of sensation in it. Using the tip of his forefinger with his thumb, he teased and tormented the nipple, before giving it one last loving stroke and moving across to the other breast.
Minutes passed that could have been hours as far as Hermione was concerned, that much was she wrapped up in and drugged by the feelings Draco was eliciting in her body. When his hands started to slip beneath the hem of her shirt though and his lips started moving further south of her collarbone, alarm bells started to go off in her head. What am I doing? A week ago I didn't even like this guy, and now I'm about to let him strip me? With Mum in the house too, and the door open! I must be crazy!
"No, Draco, stop."
When she tried to pull his hands away, Draco groaned in complaint, but drew his hands away from her hips and his lips away from the valley between her breasts compliantly when she again asked him to stop. "What's wrong 'Mione?" The words were disjointed and accompanied by heavy breathing.
"I just…I'm not ready. A week ago we were hurling insults at each other… we don't even know each other properly. And both of our mothers are home… the door's open and everything."
Draco sighed and leaned his forehead against hers, closing his eyes as he tried to regain his composure and his control of his body. "You're right. I'm sorry. I got a bit carried away there, I suppose," here he pulled his head back and grinned at her. "But you're just Little Miss Temptation herself, aren't you? I noticed that you had trouble keeping your hands to yourself as well."
Once again Hermione blushed, but this time a grin and a short laugh acknowledging her weakness accompanied it instead of a desire that a hole in the floor open up and that she be sucked down into it. "Okay, you caught me out there. I just can't seem to keep my hands off your sexy body, you gorgeous boy, you." With this she pretended to swoon, and more giggles burst forth from her lips.
Draco laughed as well, happy that Hermione wasn't having fits of guilt over what had happened, or yelling at him and blaming him for it. It had happened to him before, a girl being pleased as punch to be sitting on his lap until he'd actually tried to touch some skin, and then all hell had broken loose. So to say that he was happy that Hermione was being so relaxed about it all was an understatement really.
"Well, I think it's time for me to go to bed," Hermione sated to no one in particular, as the laughter died down and she and Draco were left staring into each other's eyes. In response Draco perked up, looking at her in a suggestive way. "By myself, mister." Draco's shoulders drooped, and he bent his head as if sulking. It took Hermione a couple of seconds of this to realise that with Draco's head bent like that, the position she was in afforded him a perfect view down the front of her top.
"Hey, you. Get out of it."
Draco raised his head and smiled at her beguilingly, as if to ask what the matter was.
"As punishment for perving shamelessly," -at this Draco's mouth dropped open in mock protestation of his innocence -"you can take the glasses of melted ice cream to the kitchen. They were supposed to be for our dessert, but we got kind of busy," here a knowing smile appeared on Draco's lips, "and so we didn't eat it."
"One problem."
"What?"
"You're still sitting on my lap."
This time Hermione's blush reached all the way down her neck, flooding her with colour. Mortified, she quickly scrambled –most inelegantly- off Draco's lap and stood in front of her. Draco stood as well, and said goodnight to Hermione. Remembering how good he'd been about stopping when she'd asked him to, Hermione reached up and linked her arms around his neck, hugging him closely.
"Hey, hey, hey. This is what got us in trouble before."
Hermione grinned up at Draco, "But I just wanted to give you a hug goodnight…"
"I'll give you a hug goodnight in a minute. If you don't leave this room right now, I'm going to give you a 'hug' that's going to last all night and well into tomorrow morning." He grinned and swatted her on her backside, pushing her towards the door.
As she reached the door Hermione turned back to look at Draco, who was still standing where she'd left him with a silly smile on his face. She grinned cheekily once again and blew him a kiss. "See you in the morning."
"You have two seconds to leave or, I swear, you'll be seeing me much earlier in the morning than you want to."
At this Hermione scampered out the door and away down the hallway, leaving Draco to collect the glasses and switch off the light.
Walking through the house up to her room Hermione thought about the night's occurrences. It had felt oh so right to be in Draco's arms like that, and it had taken all her willpower to pull back. She really hadn't been sure if she was ready to surrender her virginity just yet, and to Draco of all people! Not that there was anything wrong with Draco…it was just that he had such a reputation for getting around…and she…well…she'd only ever had two boyfriends, neither of whom had attempted to touch her in the way Draco had.
But oh, the temptation to give in to his ministrations and slip further into that other world of being had been so overwhelming, so all-encompassing. She'd never felt that sort of …energy, I suppose… with anyone before.
Will I be able to find it again?
A/N: Well, that was nice ;) In the next chapter we'll see more of D & H (duh!) and find out who the mysterious (not) Jake is … and what it actually is that he teaches Hermione (hehehe)