Chapter 4

The Secret Lover

The next morning, Hermione woke up refreshed. That jog last night had really done her some good. She felt as if she had energy to go through the day and put up with Malfoy for about an hour. Awesome. The first thing she thought about as she woke up was him. Great, this was very good. This selfish pig was going to get it someday. She had barely been awake for ten seconds, and her blood was already boiling from the thought of him.

After deciding that she would try to take him and other Malfoy-related problems she had off her mind until 8 o'clock that night, she jumped out of bed and went to take a quick shower.

Hermione wasn't one of those slutty girls. She didn't dress so her boobs would pop out, and she didn't need to. She had discovered that she liked the sexy, feminine look better than the slutty-sexy one. She knew she had a great body and so did everyone else. Leaving something to the imagination was better anyways. She liked wearing cute little silk blouses and those short business-woman type skirts the most. This morning, however, she picked a pair of low cut jeans, and a silk white blouse. She added a large black belt to add a little roughness to the soft effect her blouse created.

It was arguable that she had the best ass in the entire school. A couple years of Tae-Bo had taken care of that. She rally loved her butt. It was round, and stuck out, unlike the squishy-sideway butt that many girls had, which reminded her of her grandma's. She knew how to take care of herself. She had the will to do anything she wanted. After a few tough school years, she found that she could do anything she could set her mind to. This included guys.

She hadn't been around, like Pansy. Not that Pansy was attractive or anything, it's just that after Malfoy had made the mistake of sleeping with her after a bottle of tequila and had slept with her, all the guys thought that since Malfoy, "The God", had slept with her, she must really be hot.

Hermione didn't like letting her wild side out in public. She wanted to get guys another way, with her mind, and the magic she could do in bed was a benefit to those who enjoyed her as a person. She had had only a few boyfriends, because not many guys could meet her standards. Not being shallow, that is.

Suddenly, the thought of Ginny popped up into her head. She felt awful about doing that. She had been so pissed at Malfoy that she had been thinking about him, instead of the recipient of the letter. Darn her, and her Malfoy problems. Hadn't he already caused her enough grief that he had to do it to Ginny as well? If Ginny knew everything, she would never forgive her…

Hermione decided that she was just going to have to make it up to her. She wouldn't tell her anything, but set her up with Harry. It would be fine. She could be very persuasive when she wanted to be. That day she had Defense Against the Dark Arts. She would just talk to him then.

Once she walked into class, she spotted Harry and Ron in an instant. It wasn't very hard to kick Ron out of the seat next to Harry so she could sit there.

"Harry," she began a little unsure about what she was going to say.

"Yeah?"

"Have you noticed how many guys have been running around Ginny lately?" she asked.

"Ummm, no," he answered, a little concerned.

"Really? Seamus has been asking her out, and so has Dean, and I ever saw Malfoy checking her out," if nothing worked, she knew for a fact that Malfoy would.

"What?" he yelled as he jumped up in his seat, "Malfoy has been trying to get with her? Does Ron know about this?"

"No, hun, she didn't want me telling him, because he would go get in a fight or do something stupid like that."

"You can't just let that happen! He could rape her or something, God knows she will never be interested in him!"

Hermione let out a loud laugh, and quickly switched to coughing, "Sorry, it went down the wrong pipe," she managed to say as she fought back her laughing.

"I mean, she is so young and innocent! How can he ever think of corrupting such a thing!"

"Yes, we must make sure that he doesn't make any moves on her again. I agree."

"What are we supposed to do about it? " asked Harry.

"Oh, I know! She will require around the clock protection. Draco has been known to sneak into girls' bedrooms here, forcing them to have sex with him…"

"She must never be alone."

Hermione didn't really think it would be that easy. All she had to do was get him scared that Draco wanted to rape her, and everything would work out, now… "Do you know anyone capable of defending her against him? Someone like a bodyguard…"

"Yes," he said a little offended, "how about me?"

"Ummmm… yeah, I guess you could do."

Harry was so happy, "Thank you. It'll be so much fun defending a poor, helpless, young girl form that monster."

"Remember, you must not speak with neither Malfoy nor Ron about this. You are to be with her to her first class, during lunch, and after classes wherever she goes. Can I trust you with that?"

"Yes, sir" he said and saluted her.

At that moment, McGonagall entered the classroom, and Harry and Hermione weren't able to discuss this any further. Of course, you are the best man for the job, Harry. No one can defend poor, helpless girls better than you can…Hehe…She could be so manipulative, and she didn't even need to flash him her boobs or anything, like every other girl had to. Hermione had a brain, and she knew how to use it.

After this class was over, it was time to go to lunch.

"What was all that weird yelling and stuff during class, guys?" asked Ron.

"Hermione was just telling me…" he was cut off with a sudden elbow to the ribs by Hermione.

"…I was telling him a couple of jokes I learned yesterday. Nothing important," she lied quickly.

"Yes, she was," Harry agreed.

"Oh, alright. So what's new? I hear Malfoy got a loooovvee letter, in a green envelope…very puky" he said, wanting to talk about gossip.

"Oh yeah?" Hermione snapped, "That idiot couldn't get girls even if he paid them for it," the guys started laughing, "I bet he wrote that thing himself, to make Pansy jealous. I hear she has been sleeping around with Goyle."

"As if Malfoy wasn't dumb enough for her anyways," added Ron.

"Yeah," they both agreed.

Soon, they entered the Great Hall. They found three seats open on the Gryffindor table, right next to Ginny. Hermione took the seat by her sad friend, while Harry and Ron sat right across from them.

"Hey Gin," said Harry.

"Hello Harry," replied Ginny, staring down at the table.

"You and I need to go take a little walk, because I have something very important to tell you," said Hermione excited.

"Does it have to do with you-know-who?" Ginny inquired.

"Oh, yes!"

"Alright, you've got my attention, let's go!" she finished and jumped off the table, pulling Hermione by the wrist.

"But first, you have to eat something."

"Can't that wait?"

"No, eat and we'll go. I promise."

Ginny gulfed down food as fast as she could. Hermione swore she had never seen anyone eat faster. Boy, she must really be excited. She really likes him, doesn't she?

As soon as she was done, she pulled Hermione by the arm and ran out of the Great Hall.

"Wow, wow, hold your horses!"

"You have kept me waiting long enough! What has your brilliant brain thought of, this time?" she asked animatedly.

"You will never believe this! I have arranged for Harry to be with you all the time. Even during the night," Hermione replied enthusiastically.

"What did you do? Tell him I was sick?" Ginny's expression changed suddenly.

"No, silly, I told him that Malfoy was trying to get with you, and you know he would be willing to force someone to sleep with him just so he would get what he wanted. I also told Harry that Malfoy has been known to sneak up into girl's bedrooms at night," laughed Hermione, enjoying her cleverness.

"What does that mean?"

"I have arranged for Harry to be your bodyguard, silly, he will be with you all the time. He will even sleep in your bedroom, to make sure that the Big Bad Wolf doesn't come in and take something that is not his."

"But, Hermione!" Ginny yelled and pinched her friend on the arm, "You know I can't stand around him for even ten minutes during meals, let alone all day. You know I can't even look him in the eyes while I am talking to him! You want me to be with him 24/7?"

"Don't worry, honey, everything will be alright. Just imagine him in your underwear or something when you are scared. He won't bite. Harry is a very nice guy. Oh, and he promised he wouldn't say anything about this to Ron or Malfoy, so you can do anything you want with him," Hermione finished, and nudged Ginny.

The girls started laughing. Ginny congratulated her on the brilliant plan. She really hoped that it would work, and so did Hermione.

Later that evening, Hermione found herself waiting for the pig-headed squirrel in their usual meeting place again. She wished this would be over quickly, because she had another meeting at 9 o'clock, and this one would be way more fun than the other.

Suddenly, the door swung open and that fart faced lunatic she despised so much came in, strolling like a prince. How appropriate…

"Oh, only ten minutes late this time, you're starting to get the hang of it," Hermione said sarcastically.

"Yes, excuse me for not enjoying this as much as you are," he responded, as he took his usual seat.

"Let's just get started, Malfoy…." Hermione began as she bent over to take her book out of her bag.

"Looky here…what do I have the pleasure of you wearing that for?" he asked with a smirk, pointing to the little slip she had hidden beneath her robes.

"Oh, you got me! I was planning on seducing you tonight, but I guess you figured me out. But I guess someone as smart as you, with such a hot body would have already known that once you saw me here with it on…" she said and rolled her eyes.

"Well, you know me, but, Granger, I have morals, you aren't expecting me to sleep with you, are you?"

"If your morals, dumbass, date to little Miss Parkinson, you must surely be going to hell."

"Why don't you come with me?"

"Oh, honey, I am already there!"

"How can you possibly be there, if you are around me? Such a little angel will never go to hell…I have done more good to the women in this school and in London than you will ever know…"

"I am sure you have. Bobbing their heads up and down as they are sucking on your miniscule cock can hardly begin to describe pleasuring a woman," she laughed.

"Oh, look, this is a picture moment, Little Miss Granger thinks she is a bad ass, just because she can say 'cock'. Nice try, honey! You must have actually seen one in order to be anything even close to that. And another thing, my 'miniscule' cock, will rip you apart, if you ever have the pleasure to have it."

"Yeah, maybe if I shrunk down to the size a 5 year old is, such as your girlfriend, Parkinson, maybe you'll rip me apart, but I highly doubt it, you sick pedophile!"

"Great, Granger, is there anything else you could come up with? Pedophile? Not the insults are just getting stupid!" he answered and leaned back in his chair.

"Get out of my face, Malfoy, this session is over!"

"How sad! I think I am going to go cry in my little bed with my little girlfriend, please don't call child-abuse!" he said and stormed out of the room.

It was almost nine o'clock. She couldn't believe they had been fighting for yet another hour. Couldn't they just get along? It was highly unlikely that this would ever happen. Trying to shake her mind off of this, she took her robes off, and took a seat on top of the desk. She would have a few more minutes to wait for him to arrive.

Hermione got off the desk and walked to the window. It was snowing. She had loved the snow ever she had been a little girl. Playing with it, throwing snowballs at her friends, it had always been fun. Now, she was a grown woman, and she didn't have time for these childish games. She had responsibilities, she had her future to take care of, and she didn't want to waste her time playing in the snow.

Malfoy had been waiting outside the room, hidden in the hallway, to see where Hermione would go dressed that way. A long time passed, before he saw a man walking towards the same classroom she was in. He looked familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Who is that guy…

Two strong hands suddenly grabbed her around the waist, and a man started kissing her neck softly. Hermione relaxed. She knew she always could in his arms. He was like her guardian angel. He would always look out for her. He was like a lover, a best friend, and an older brother. She knew she could always depend on him to be anywhere she wanted him to.

"I really like this slip," he said as he ran over his hands around her butt. He loved the silk she wore. It looked so sexy, feminine, and powerful at the same time. It looked as if she knew what she wanted. He liked that in a woman.

"I have been waiting for you…" she moaned as she let him kiss her neck. He really knew what she liked, and he knew how to push her buttons.

"Talk dirty to me, love," she moaned, and she turned around, pushing her tongue into his mouth.

"I want your hot, sexy body, be mine…" he said, and she jumped up, wrapping her strong legs around his waist, and kissing him even harder.

She pushed her pelvis so it touched his body, so he would be able to feel how hot he was making her. He carried her over to a desk, and ripped her slip open.

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