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A/N: Thirteenth chapter! THIS IS A REALLY LONG CHAPTER!
To the disclaimer! Enjoy! Read and Review!
Natyslacks- the idea is tempting, but I need to think of mine own ideas. Plus, I don't want grey squirrel to become too active in this story.
Dizzydragon- once again, someone caught my mistake. Yes, I meant Adolph Hitler. My stupid brother told me it was Rudolph. Thanks for the correction!
Legessa- YOU READ MY MIND! That's what I was thinking when Grey Squirrel said Tally Ho! You are now one of my favorite reviewers!
Brilover- I can't have too many Spike/Ginny scenes or it will take the main focus from Draco/Hermione. I'm sorry, but I only had one small scene in this chapter of Spike/Ginny.
NOTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!: WE SHALL FINALLY FIND OUT IF GREY SQUIRREL IS A BOY OR A GIRL! AND GREY SQUIRREL'S NAME! Also, I do not know when I'll next be able to update. I may be six weeks from now. I'm sorry if this is my last update for a long time.
WARNING: For all those of you who do not like sex scenes, please skip over the end of the chapter and do not report me. I did not put enough detail into the scene to make it NC-17. So meh!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, and I do not own any of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel characters. I own a certain someone whom JKR never thought of. He's mine! Back off! I wish I owned Draco and Spike, but I don't. BUT! I OWN THE EAST TOWER! *giggles* I do own the crazed, gray squirrel. I own a lot of characters in this story. Such as two who are later mentioned in the chapter. One's evil though. But I can't tell you who it is.
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Special
Ron sat in the common room, idly tapping his feet against the floor.
'Where are Hermione and Harry?'
~*~
A cold chill swept over the area, but they did not feel it. Haunting whispers were carried by the wind, but they did not hear them. Foggy mist obscured their vision, but they could not see it. All they could feel... hear... see... was their soon to be master. The master that would give them a home. A family. That's what they were told. But something in their minds told them that this scary man standing before them wasn't right.
A hand rested on Ben's head. Ben was a six-year-old whose parents had abandoned him. Ben looked up into fierce eyes that flashed without the aid of light from underneath a black hood.
"My Lord," came firm tones. "I have brought to you the finest children of the orphanages. Benjamin here, is the direct descendent of Morgan, himself. I'm very proud of him. So young with such power," came icy words as nimble digits ran through his hair.
Ben flinched away from those cold fingers.
"A fine job, my child. Benjamin, when you are older you shall be my son. You shall be my heir, along with the next generation of Malfoys," the scary man hissed.
Ben whimpered as a snake slithered by him. "Do not fear Nagini," the man added.
"Where's Sister Anne?" he asked.
Everyone ignored his question.
"IMPERIO!"
~*~
Draco frowned in his sleep. Last night the closest Draco could get to Hermione was a few stolen kisses. Hermione was still a virgin. So all Draco received last night was a warm body next to hit. It was aggravating. Draco felt around the bed, his fingertips skimming over air.
"Hermione?" he called, his voice husky from sleep.
'Wait, this isn't my bed,' he thought.
"Draco! Wake up!" Hermione yelled.
Draco awoke and sat up. Her was in a dungeon, surrounded by squirrels. Hermione was about two feet away from him, also surrounded. Half of the squirrels were looking at Draco and Hermione with love filled eyes. The other half was sporting evil smirks. A squirrel stepped forward.
"Ahh! It's that squirrel!" Draco yelled.
Hermione could have laughed at the hilarity of it all, but she was too absorbed in being abducted... by squirrels nonetheless.
The squirrel placed his hands on his hips. "My name is Dookie!" the squirrel snapped angrily in his squeaky voice.
Both Draco and Hermione snorted. Dookie gave them the middle finger. "And to think I was going to share my acorns with you!" he said.
"Listen, Dookie, I'll make a deal with you. You let us go, and you get to see us whenever you like," Hermione said.
Draco looked at Hermione with horror-struck eyes. "Whenever they like?" he hissed.
"Okay, can we keep you for the day? Pppleeasse? I'm only letting you go because I love you," Dookie squeaked.
"I'm sorry, Dookie, but Hermy-baby and I have a lot of work to do. We can't fail school!" Draco said, catching onto Hermione's game.
Dookie seemed to ponder this. "Okay, you may go," he said simply.
"Err..." Hermione began.
"There are portkeys in your pj pockets," came the reply.
Draco and Hermione soon returned to Draco's rooms. It only took moments for them to collapse and laugh until it was hard to breathe.
~*~
Ginny tapped her foot impatiently as she waited in the Room of Requirement. Everyone was late. Spike sat in a corner, bored.
"Love, your watch is fast. That's why they are late. It's two twenty-eight, thirty-six seconds and counting," Spike drawled.
"Oh quiet, Spike," Ginny retorted.
"Make me," Spike replied.
"Fine, I will!" Ginny said.
She ran over to him and somehow knocked him to the ground. As they were kissing, Ginny occasionally nipped his bottom lip, drawing blood. Ginny leapt to her feet, licking the blood from her lips as people began to file into the room.
"Hey guys!" she said quickly.
Spike got up off of the floor. Draco frowned as he shut the door. "Uncle? Why the bloody hell were you on the ground?" Draco asked, looking suspicious at Ginny.
"Dropped my change," Spike lied.
Draco nodded in acceptance. He noticed that Brocklehurst and Bones were staring at him and Hermione as if they were joined at the hip.
"What? Have you never seen a couple before?" Draco snapped.
Terry Boot and Dean Thomas didn't seem to care. Harry Potter, however, took it differently.
"Hermione? Do you have something to tell me?" he asked.
"Do you?" Hermione asked in return, gesturing towards Blaise.
Harry looked between Blaise and Draco and frowned. "We'll talk later," he said.
Ginny watched this with an arched eyebrow. "Riiight," she said, dragging out the 'I' in her word.
"Okay, Spike, since I already taught you your part, then you teach the guys. I'll teach the girls," Ginny ordered.
"Yes, Ma'am. Merlin, why the hell am I teaching horny teenagers how to dance?" he muttered.
"Because you can't resist me," Ginny explained in a simple voice.
Spike just chuckled. "Do you want me to get out the leash?" Ginny warned.
"No ma'am," Spike replied sarcastically as he gestured for the guys to follow him.
Susan looked excited. "Ginny, you must tell me EVERYTHING!" she said.
"Later. After you learn this. Okay. Let's get started."
~*~
After giving everyone warnings not to tell anyone about her and Draco's relationship, Hermione headed back to her room with Draco in tow.
"Will Orrin be in your quarters?" he asked.
"No, Draco."
"Good."
"Why?"
"Because I have something for you."
"What?"
"I'm not telling you!"
"Why not?"
"And you say I ask too many questions."
"Shut up, Draco."
"Okay."
Draco kept his promise. He didn't say a word as they prepared for bed. Hermione flipped on her light in her room. What she saw made her want to cry.
On the floor was a trail of white, red, and pink rose petals that led to the foot of her bed. On her bed, rose petals lay scattered over the newly decorated bed (Egyptian cotton sheets). Soft, warm red fabric covered the lampshades on the lights to tint and dim the lights. The soothing sound of the ocean was sounding from her stereo system.
"Hermione, this entire night is devoted to you. Have you ever had a massage, Hermione?" he asked.
"Only neck rubs," she answered softly.
"Good. Now change into a towel. You're getting a body massage," Draco said.
Hermione nodded, slightly shocked. How did Draco Malfoy know how to give massages? Wasn't it the other way around? A Malfoy receiving a massage? Hermione hated being confused. She changed into a white towel and returned to her bedroom to see Draco casting a spell on her floor. A soft blanket appeared on the floor along with a down feather pillow.
"You might want to pull your hair up," came a whisper in he ear.
She shivered as she felt Draco's warm breath caress the chilled skin on her neck. She nodded and put her hair up into a neat bun. Hermione slowly moved onto the blanket and lay down on her stomach. She tensed slightly as Draco carefully unwrapped her towel, but soon relaxed when he placed it below her lower back to cover her backside.
"Use your arms like a pillow. It will help you become more relaxed," he said in a soft voice.
Hermione did as she was told. She soon felt his oiled palms glide up her spine and begin to work the muscles around he neck, gently kneading the usually stressed muscles. After thoroughly relaxing each and every muscle in her back, neck, shoulders, and arms, he began to massager her legs. She smiled softly, pleased that she had shaved her legs this morning.
She noticed that Draco's usually roaming hands reached no further than her mid-thigh. So Malfoy WASN'T trying to get into her pants like he had been attempting lately. So why was he doing this? Maybe he was doing this to see her half naked. No, that would just give him an arousal that he himself would have to calm. Then Hermione came to a realization. Draco wasn't doing this for himself. This was all for her.
Draco finished. "Go take a soak in the tub to get the oil off. It's getting late," he said.
Hermione turned over, ignorant of her towel falling off, and pressed her lips to his. Draco seemed in shock, but soon reacted. They shared tender kisses at first, each caress of lips filled with unspoken words.
"I love you," Hermione admitted, continuing to kiss him.
"I love you, too," he whispered back.
He pulled away slowly. "Hermione. I want you to take a shower if we're going to do this. I don't want you vulnerable," He whispered.
Hermione looked down, feeling as if she had made a mistake. Draco lifted her head up by the chin with the side of his finger.
"Hey. I want you so badly, but I respect you enough to let you make the decision," he whispered.
Hermione nodded and disappeared into the restroom. Hermione slipped into the full tub, her already relaxed muscles warming in the hot water. She sighed softly, relaxing completely.
Draco had changed so much. At the beginning of the year, they were always at each other's throats. Forced together, friendship resulted. Then emotions came into play as their playfulness mixed with their hormones. Now Draco was giving her the best night she had ever had at Hogwarts. She had made the first move, and it was her choice to lose or keep her virginity.
Hermione made up her mind and quickly washed. She made sure to brush her slightly damp hair so that it looked straight. Hermione put on her robe and slipped back into her room. Draco wasn't there.
"He must be in the living room," she whispered.
She let her robe fall to her elbows and untied the belt so that the robe was left open.
"Draco," she called.
Draco appeared in the doorway. His gaze absorbed each and every detail of her body. He seemed frozen to his spot. Hermione moved from her spot, allowing her robe to fall to the floor. She soon stopped a mere decimeter before him.
"Draco," she whispered.
She looked up into his eyes. His eyes were unmasked. She took a moment to stare at his face. The small freckle hidden behind his eyebrow. The ever so slight dent between his eyebrows, from concentration. And, of course, the permanent quirk at the left corner of his lips from lopsided smiles and smirks. She innocently caressed those hypnotizing lips with her own, allowing her eyes to drift closed as he kissed her back. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she cupped one of her hands against his cheek. Draco's lips tasted of dark chocolate, his favorite sweet (he ate chocolate earlier), whilst Hermione's lips tasted of spearmint. Hermione brought her other hand to rest on the back of Draco's neck. Her fingers immediately began to run over the short hair on the nape of his neck.
Their kiss became more heated as Hermione began fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.
"Hermione, I have plenty of shirts," he managed to say.
Hermione mentally smirked and pulled on his shirt, making the buttons pop off. His shirt fell, followed by his pajama pants and boxers. They fell back on the bed in all their naked glory. Hermione shivered as Draco ran his fingers over her skin, gently skimming to raise goose bumps. Hermione let her hands wander over his abdomen. Draco planted a wet trail of wet kissed over her arms, down her chest, over her stomach and teasingly skipped over the place where she needed him, just to pay special attention to her baby soft legs. He soon returned to her to share a passionate kiss with her bruised lips. Hermione moaned, making Draco swell in more ways than one.
Draco didn't want to embarrass himself so he spread her legs. "I'll be gentle until you say otherwise," he said as he hovered over her.
Hermione nodded softly. He slowly entered her and broke her open. Hermione cringed in momentary pain, tears falling from her eyelids. He eased into her until he was completely sheathed. He waited until she adjusted to him, hoping he wouldn't come yet. She was so tight. She nodded and began to move within her. Pain became pleasure in a matter of seconds.
Hermione rested her head against Draco's smooth chest, listening to his heart return to its normal speed. She smiled faintly, finding comfort as he ran his fingers through her damp hair. She sighed in content, fulfilled from lovemaking. Hermione smiled as Draco spoke, feeling the vibrations in his chest.
"Hermione, what is everyone going to say about us?" he asked softly.
Hermione tensed. Was Draco already turning his back on her? Was it only a one-night stand. Was it just a conquest to get into the school overachiever's pants? Was it all a lie?
Draco felt Hermione tense. "No, Hermione. I wouldn't leave you after this," he whispered.
"I don't care what anyone thinks, Draco," she replied.
"What about Potter and Weasley?" he asked.
"Harry will get over it. Plus, something is going on between Zabini and him. And Ron... well, Harry will talk to him. What about your house?" she countered.
"I have enough power to keep them quiet," he replied.
Draco kissed the top of her head as she nodded off into sleep. He drew the covers over her and joined her in slumber. For once, everyone in Hogwarts was having peaceful dreams. Well, almost everyone.
~*~
Harry awoke with a start, his head searing with pain. He yelled out in agony. He ran to Professor McGonnagall's office and burst in.
"Professor! Voldemort's using children! The imperius! We've got to stop him!" he gasped out and fainted, collapsing to the floor.
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Did you like? I like! Though I'm not happy with how little reviews I'm receiving.
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A/N: Thirteenth chapter! THIS IS A REALLY LONG CHAPTER!
To the disclaimer! Enjoy! Read and Review!
Natyslacks- the idea is tempting, but I need to think of mine own ideas. Plus, I don't want grey squirrel to become too active in this story.
Dizzydragon- once again, someone caught my mistake. Yes, I meant Adolph Hitler. My stupid brother told me it was Rudolph. Thanks for the correction!
Legessa- YOU READ MY MIND! That's what I was thinking when Grey Squirrel said Tally Ho! You are now one of my favorite reviewers!
Brilover- I can't have too many Spike/Ginny scenes or it will take the main focus from Draco/Hermione. I'm sorry, but I only had one small scene in this chapter of Spike/Ginny.
NOTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!: WE SHALL FINALLY FIND OUT IF GREY SQUIRREL IS A BOY OR A GIRL! AND GREY SQUIRREL'S NAME! Also, I do not know when I'll next be able to update. I may be six weeks from now. I'm sorry if this is my last update for a long time.
WARNING: For all those of you who do not like sex scenes, please skip over the end of the chapter and do not report me. I did not put enough detail into the scene to make it NC-17. So meh!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, and I do not own any of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel characters. I own a certain someone whom JKR never thought of. He's mine! Back off! I wish I owned Draco and Spike, but I don't. BUT! I OWN THE EAST TOWER! *giggles* I do own the crazed, gray squirrel. I own a lot of characters in this story. Such as two who are later mentioned in the chapter. One's evil though. But I can't tell you who it is.
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Ron sat in the common room, idly tapping his feet against the floor.
'Where are Hermione and Harry?'
~*~
A cold chill swept over the area, but they did not feel it. Haunting whispers were carried by the wind, but they did not hear them. Foggy mist obscured their vision, but they could not see it. All they could feel... hear... see... was their soon to be master. The master that would give them a home. A family. That's what they were told. But something in their minds told them that this scary man standing before them wasn't right.
A hand rested on Ben's head. Ben was a six-year-old whose parents had abandoned him. Ben looked up into fierce eyes that flashed without the aid of light from underneath a black hood.
"My Lord," came firm tones. "I have brought to you the finest children of the orphanages. Benjamin here, is the direct descendent of Morgan, himself. I'm very proud of him. So young with such power," came icy words as nimble digits ran through his hair.
Ben flinched away from those cold fingers.
"A fine job, my child. Benjamin, when you are older you shall be my son. You shall be my heir, along with the next generation of Malfoys," the scary man hissed.
Ben whimpered as a snake slithered by him. "Do not fear Nagini," the man added.
"Where's Sister Anne?" he asked.
Everyone ignored his question.
"IMPERIO!"
~*~
Draco frowned in his sleep. Last night the closest Draco could get to Hermione was a few stolen kisses. Hermione was still a virgin. So all Draco received last night was a warm body next to hit. It was aggravating. Draco felt around the bed, his fingertips skimming over air.
"Hermione?" he called, his voice husky from sleep.
'Wait, this isn't my bed,' he thought.
"Draco! Wake up!" Hermione yelled.
Draco awoke and sat up. Her was in a dungeon, surrounded by squirrels. Hermione was about two feet away from him, also surrounded. Half of the squirrels were looking at Draco and Hermione with love filled eyes. The other half was sporting evil smirks. A squirrel stepped forward.
"Ahh! It's that squirrel!" Draco yelled.
Hermione could have laughed at the hilarity of it all, but she was too absorbed in being abducted... by squirrels nonetheless.
The squirrel placed his hands on his hips. "My name is Dookie!" the squirrel snapped angrily in his squeaky voice.
Both Draco and Hermione snorted. Dookie gave them the middle finger. "And to think I was going to share my acorns with you!" he said.
"Listen, Dookie, I'll make a deal with you. You let us go, and you get to see us whenever you like," Hermione said.
Draco looked at Hermione with horror-struck eyes. "Whenever they like?" he hissed.
"Okay, can we keep you for the day? Pppleeasse? I'm only letting you go because I love you," Dookie squeaked.
"I'm sorry, Dookie, but Hermy-baby and I have a lot of work to do. We can't fail school!" Draco said, catching onto Hermione's game.
Dookie seemed to ponder this. "Okay, you may go," he said simply.
"Err..." Hermione began.
"There are portkeys in your pj pockets," came the reply.
Draco and Hermione soon returned to Draco's rooms. It only took moments for them to collapse and laugh until it was hard to breathe.
~*~
Ginny tapped her foot impatiently as she waited in the Room of Requirement. Everyone was late. Spike sat in a corner, bored.
"Love, your watch is fast. That's why they are late. It's two twenty-eight, thirty-six seconds and counting," Spike drawled.
"Oh quiet, Spike," Ginny retorted.
"Make me," Spike replied.
"Fine, I will!" Ginny said.
She ran over to him and somehow knocked him to the ground. As they were kissing, Ginny occasionally nipped his bottom lip, drawing blood. Ginny leapt to her feet, licking the blood from her lips as people began to file into the room.
"Hey guys!" she said quickly.
Spike got up off of the floor. Draco frowned as he shut the door. "Uncle? Why the bloody hell were you on the ground?" Draco asked, looking suspicious at Ginny.
"Dropped my change," Spike lied.
Draco nodded in acceptance. He noticed that Brocklehurst and Bones were staring at him and Hermione as if they were joined at the hip.
"What? Have you never seen a couple before?" Draco snapped.
Terry Boot and Dean Thomas didn't seem to care. Harry Potter, however, took it differently.
"Hermione? Do you have something to tell me?" he asked.
"Do you?" Hermione asked in return, gesturing towards Blaise.
Harry looked between Blaise and Draco and frowned. "We'll talk later," he said.
Ginny watched this with an arched eyebrow. "Riiight," she said, dragging out the 'I' in her word.
"Okay, Spike, since I already taught you your part, then you teach the guys. I'll teach the girls," Ginny ordered.
"Yes, Ma'am. Merlin, why the hell am I teaching horny teenagers how to dance?" he muttered.
"Because you can't resist me," Ginny explained in a simple voice.
Spike just chuckled. "Do you want me to get out the leash?" Ginny warned.
"No ma'am," Spike replied sarcastically as he gestured for the guys to follow him.
Susan looked excited. "Ginny, you must tell me EVERYTHING!" she said.
"Later. After you learn this. Okay. Let's get started."
~*~
After giving everyone warnings not to tell anyone about her and Draco's relationship, Hermione headed back to her room with Draco in tow.
"Will Orrin be in your quarters?" he asked.
"No, Draco."
"Good."
"Why?"
"Because I have something for you."
"What?"
"I'm not telling you!"
"Why not?"
"And you say I ask too many questions."
"Shut up, Draco."
"Okay."
Draco kept his promise. He didn't say a word as they prepared for bed. Hermione flipped on her light in her room. What she saw made her want to cry.
On the floor was a trail of white, red, and pink rose petals that led to the foot of her bed. On her bed, rose petals lay scattered over the newly decorated bed (Egyptian cotton sheets). Soft, warm red fabric covered the lampshades on the lights to tint and dim the lights. The soothing sound of the ocean was sounding from her stereo system.
"Hermione, this entire night is devoted to you. Have you ever had a massage, Hermione?" he asked.
"Only neck rubs," she answered softly.
"Good. Now change into a towel. You're getting a body massage," Draco said.
Hermione nodded, slightly shocked. How did Draco Malfoy know how to give massages? Wasn't it the other way around? A Malfoy receiving a massage? Hermione hated being confused. She changed into a white towel and returned to her bedroom to see Draco casting a spell on her floor. A soft blanket appeared on the floor along with a down feather pillow.
"You might want to pull your hair up," came a whisper in he ear.
She shivered as she felt Draco's warm breath caress the chilled skin on her neck. She nodded and put her hair up into a neat bun. Hermione slowly moved onto the blanket and lay down on her stomach. She tensed slightly as Draco carefully unwrapped her towel, but soon relaxed when he placed it below her lower back to cover her backside.
"Use your arms like a pillow. It will help you become more relaxed," he said in a soft voice.
Hermione did as she was told. She soon felt his oiled palms glide up her spine and begin to work the muscles around he neck, gently kneading the usually stressed muscles. After thoroughly relaxing each and every muscle in her back, neck, shoulders, and arms, he began to massager her legs. She smiled softly, pleased that she had shaved her legs this morning.
She noticed that Draco's usually roaming hands reached no further than her mid-thigh. So Malfoy WASN'T trying to get into her pants like he had been attempting lately. So why was he doing this? Maybe he was doing this to see her half naked. No, that would just give him an arousal that he himself would have to calm. Then Hermione came to a realization. Draco wasn't doing this for himself. This was all for her.
Draco finished. "Go take a soak in the tub to get the oil off. It's getting late," he said.
Hermione turned over, ignorant of her towel falling off, and pressed her lips to his. Draco seemed in shock, but soon reacted. They shared tender kisses at first, each caress of lips filled with unspoken words.
"I love you," Hermione admitted, continuing to kiss him.
"I love you, too," he whispered back.
He pulled away slowly. "Hermione. I want you to take a shower if we're going to do this. I don't want you vulnerable," He whispered.
Hermione looked down, feeling as if she had made a mistake. Draco lifted her head up by the chin with the side of his finger.
"Hey. I want you so badly, but I respect you enough to let you make the decision," he whispered.
Hermione nodded and disappeared into the restroom. Hermione slipped into the full tub, her already relaxed muscles warming in the hot water. She sighed softly, relaxing completely.
Draco had changed so much. At the beginning of the year, they were always at each other's throats. Forced together, friendship resulted. Then emotions came into play as their playfulness mixed with their hormones. Now Draco was giving her the best night she had ever had at Hogwarts. She had made the first move, and it was her choice to lose or keep her virginity.
Hermione made up her mind and quickly washed. She made sure to brush her slightly damp hair so that it looked straight. Hermione put on her robe and slipped back into her room. Draco wasn't there.
"He must be in the living room," she whispered.
She let her robe fall to her elbows and untied the belt so that the robe was left open.
"Draco," she called.
Draco appeared in the doorway. His gaze absorbed each and every detail of her body. He seemed frozen to his spot. Hermione moved from her spot, allowing her robe to fall to the floor. She soon stopped a mere decimeter before him.
"Draco," she whispered.
She looked up into his eyes. His eyes were unmasked. She took a moment to stare at his face. The small freckle hidden behind his eyebrow. The ever so slight dent between his eyebrows, from concentration. And, of course, the permanent quirk at the left corner of his lips from lopsided smiles and smirks. She innocently caressed those hypnotizing lips with her own, allowing her eyes to drift closed as he kissed her back. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she cupped one of her hands against his cheek. Draco's lips tasted of dark chocolate, his favorite sweet (he ate chocolate earlier), whilst Hermione's lips tasted of spearmint. Hermione brought her other hand to rest on the back of Draco's neck. Her fingers immediately began to run over the short hair on the nape of his neck.
Their kiss became more heated as Hermione began fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.
"Hermione, I have plenty of shirts," he managed to say.
Hermione mentally smirked and pulled on his shirt, making the buttons pop off. His shirt fell, followed by his pajama pants and boxers. They fell back on the bed in all their naked glory. Hermione shivered as Draco ran his fingers over her skin, gently skimming to raise goose bumps. Hermione let her hands wander over his abdomen. Draco planted a wet trail of wet kissed over her arms, down her chest, over her stomach and teasingly skipped over the place where she needed him, just to pay special attention to her baby soft legs. He soon returned to her to share a passionate kiss with her bruised lips. Hermione moaned, making Draco swell in more ways than one.
Draco didn't want to embarrass himself so he spread her legs. "I'll be gentle until you say otherwise," he said as he hovered over her.
Hermione nodded softly. He slowly entered her and broke her open. Hermione cringed in momentary pain, tears falling from her eyelids. He eased into her until he was completely sheathed. He waited until she adjusted to him, hoping he wouldn't come yet. She was so tight. She nodded and began to move within her. Pain became pleasure in a matter of seconds.
Hermione rested her head against Draco's smooth chest, listening to his heart return to its normal speed. She smiled faintly, finding comfort as he ran his fingers through her damp hair. She sighed in content, fulfilled from lovemaking. Hermione smiled as Draco spoke, feeling the vibrations in his chest.
"Hermione, what is everyone going to say about us?" he asked softly.
Hermione tensed. Was Draco already turning his back on her? Was it only a one-night stand. Was it just a conquest to get into the school overachiever's pants? Was it all a lie?
Draco felt Hermione tense. "No, Hermione. I wouldn't leave you after this," he whispered.
"I don't care what anyone thinks, Draco," she replied.
"What about Potter and Weasley?" he asked.
"Harry will get over it. Plus, something is going on between Zabini and him. And Ron... well, Harry will talk to him. What about your house?" she countered.
"I have enough power to keep them quiet," he replied.
Draco kissed the top of her head as she nodded off into sleep. He drew the covers over her and joined her in slumber. For once, everyone in Hogwarts was having peaceful dreams. Well, almost everyone.
~*~
Harry awoke with a start, his head searing with pain. He yelled out in agony. He ran to Professor McGonnagall's office and burst in.
"Professor! Voldemort's using children! The imperius! We've got to stop him!" he gasped out and fainted, collapsing to the floor.
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Did you like? I like! Though I'm not happy with how little reviews I'm receiving.
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