I thought I should be nice after leaving you all hanging at the end of the
Chapter 5
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Chapter 7-No Work, All Play
Sunday passed by in a blur for Draco, and before he knew it, it was 6:30. The ball was due to start at 7:00 so he quickly showered and pulled on some clothes: he had decided against robes and instead opted for a pair of black trousers with a very dark green silk shirt (real silk, not the shiny, cheap crap people often tried to pass off as silk...his taste was much too good for that).
He left the top few buttons of the shirt undone, exposing the nape of his neck and this beginnings of the fine hair that covered his chest. Around his neck he wore a simple silver chain with a serpent dangling from it. It was 6:45. He made his way to Dumbledore's office.
When he arrived Snape was already there, wearing black trousers and shirt. He and the Headmaster appeared to have been in deep conversation, but stopped upon Draco's entrance.
At 6:55 the door to the grand office opened again and Hermione walked in.
"Sorry; it was my hair." she apologised.
"About bloody time...." Draco started but he was silenced when he turned around and saw Hermione: she was...stunning.
She wore a strapless, long black velvet evening dress, which was split from the base to her hipbone, revealing her Mark. Elbow length, black evening gloves encased her arms, and a pair of stockings and 6inch stilettos complemented her shapely legs. A long, travelling cloak was draped over her shoulders, and slid along the floor behind her-the hood was up, surrounding her face in the soft material. Around her neck she wore a simple black choker with a silver cross.
Draco noticed he could see her suspender belt: it was torture to look at her. He felt like she was purposefully taunting him. But how could she?! She knew nothing of his feelings.
"Do I look OK?" She asked nervously.
Snape and Dumbledore smiled. Draco thought was speechless, and could only nod.
"You look perfect Miss Granger." Dumbledore said softly.
"Time to go." Broke in Snape: Draco and Hermione eyed each other nervously.
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A few seconds later they apparated in front of Voldemort: All three of them knelt before him.
"Rise." The Dark Lord commanded, and the trio stood. As they did so Hermione elegantly lifted back the hood of her cloak.
Draco gasped: her hair was no longer the russet brown it had been only the day before. It was black!!! Her soft ringlets now cascaded down her back in midnight waves, curling delicately at the ends. She tossed the new curls over her shoulder and stood before Voldemort, graceful and chic, offering him her hand.
"My beautiful Raven, you look enchanting." He smiled as he kissed her hand. Hermione smiled and turned to look at Draco, where another shock met him. Not only had she changed her hair colour, oh no, that wasn't enough of a shock. Her big deep eyes were now electric green and cat like- although still heavily lined in black. He had to admit she looked beautiful; like a dangerous, dark goddess. He felt himself go weak at the knees.
Within minutes, the ballroom of Malfoy Manor was swarming with death Eaters. Hermione and Draco stood with Voldemort, observing the proceedings. Draco had noticed that his father was avoiding being anywhere near Hermione, and was currently off with Crabbe, Goyle senior and (surprisingly) Snape: Draco wondered if they could be discussing Hermione's future down fall.
Hermione's smooth, sexy voice richly floated through the air as Draco observed the goings on in the room:
"My Lord," she purred, "there appears to be only a few muggles here tonight...why is this?!"
"My little Raven, the answer is simple; I wish tonight to be a celebration of our ancestors and beginning-a festival of The Dark Ancients, whose power flows within us. I wish it to be an event of elegance and sophistication, like our predecessors deserve. However, 'entertainment' must be provided for the handful of my more savage followers, who are unable to attend the most simple of events without at least a little blood shed."
"I see. Thank you my Lord."
"My Lord," Draco spoke up, "I too have a question. It is regarding the attack on Dumbledore."
"Ah, you are eager young Malfoy. We will certainly discuss our plans soon, but not tonight. Tonight, we enjoy ourselves."
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After a while Hermione graciously accepted an offer to dance form Elessar Hades' son, Tathar, and Draco was left standing alone with Voldemort. He felt anger and jealousy rise within him as he watched Tathar swirl Hermione around the floor in a graceful flurry of robes and velvet.
"Why do you let her go?!" The Dark Lord questioned.
"My Lord?! I do not understand?!"
"You should not let the Raven fly away young Malfoy. She is a thing of most elegance and dark beauty. A thing to be treasured forever. You should keep her close at all times."
"Alas My Lord, for she is not mine to keep. Nor do I want her to be."
"Don't lie to me Draco." The Dark Lord threatened, "Does it slip your mind how skilled I am at occlumency. You lust after her, and I can see why-she is a striking creature of the night-why do you not chase her?!"
"She does not want me....of that I am sure." Draco said honestly-figuring there was no point in lying any more to the Dark Lord.
"You think that do you?! Well, if I were you Draco, I would chase the Raven and ask her to dance."
The Dark Lord moved off to mingle with his loyal followers, and Draco sighed, moving over to the bar. If Voldemort was right and Hermione accepted any move he might make then he was going to need a very stiff drink first. He downed a Firewhiskey then ordered another and a glass of the best Champagne before moving off to find Hermione.
She was now dancing with a wizard Draco didn't know. He moved closer as the song changed:
"May I have this dance?!" He whispered into her ear.
She turned and smiled, nodding her head slightly. The other Wizard, feeling he was not welcome, graciously moved away. Draco placed the drinks on a nearby table, placed his hands on Hermione's hips and took her into his arms. She smiled at him again, reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass.
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step.
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand.
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
silver moon's sparkling.
So kiss me.
The room faded as Draco danced with Hermione. The world around them; the other wizards, the battle, all of it may as well ceased to exist as he swayed with her gently. Her head was nestling under his chin, leaning against his chest-her body fit his so well, and she smelt so beautiful: a glorious mixture of cherries and vanilla. He pulled her closer, not wanting to let her go.
Kiss me down by the broken tree house.
Swing me upon its hanging tire.
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat.
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand.
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
silver moon's sparkling.
So kiss me.
He removed one hand from her waist, and slowly caressed her cheek; her skin was silky and smooth and her bright eyes were shining. She snuggled her cheek into his hand and he reached out and stroked a ringlet from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
He pulled her close again and the song changed to another slow numbers:
"Just one more dance." He thought, and it appeared Hermione was thinking along the same lines as she nuzzled into his shoulder. He smiled: even in 6inch stilettos she was still a good 6inches shorter than him.
She is so pretty but if she only knew I only do it when I'm thinking of you I hit the ceiling when the lights are low You are my fantasy I won't let it go
Draco looked down at Hermione and smiled again, he was so happy he couldn't begin to describe it. Hermione's eyes were closed and there was a slight smile on her red lips. She sensed his gaze and looked up; there eyes met.
Whatever else is in the back of my skull I have for you the most compassion of all I like the colour of the holes in your eyes I wanna kiss you on the top of your thigh
Draco closed his eyes and moved in closer. His lips found hers: they were soft and sweet. Their mouths moved in rhythm and he felt Hermione's tongue glide out of her mouth and into his, massaging and caressing his own.
Look at me Look what you've done to me I'm shaking uncontrollably Stuck in this fantasy I'm thinking things I shouldn't be Burn myself out for you I wouldn't but I have to Only for you
He moaned as she removed her mouth from his: he wanted more. His eyes pleaded with her but she simply leaned over and whispered into his ear:
"Where's you room?!"
Whatever else is in the back of my skull I have for you the most compassion of all I like the colour of the holes in your eyes I wanna kiss you on the top of your thigh
He smiled at her, took her hand and led her from the room. As they left, three pairs of eyes watched them: one black and smiling from a dark corner, one red slits and laughing satisfactorily from beneath a hood, the third cold and pale blue, scowling ferociously from beneath a length of white blonde hair.
Look at me Look what you've done to me I'm shaking uncontrollably Stuck in this fantasy I'm thinking things I shouldn't be Burn myself out for you I wouldn't but I have to Only for you If only for you If only for you If only for you If only for you
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Draco led Hermione through the long halls and corridors of Malfoy Manor, stopping every now and then to twirl her round and plant kisses on her soft lips.
They soon reached Draco's room: he held open one of the ceiling high oak doors and Hermione walked inside, gasping at the surroundings. Draco followed her, locking the door and muttering silencing spell as he did so. Hermione flicked her wand at the fireplace and a fire was soon happily roaring.
Draco turned from locking the door and saw Hermione lying on the large, four poster bed: her black hair fanning around her head like a midnight halo, in stark contrast to the green and silver surroundings; she looked like a dark angel.
He walked slowly over to her and planted a kiss on her lips. She smiled as his lips met hers.
Hermione released them from the kiss and lay back into the pillows and Draco placed his body on top of hers. Finding her lips once more he kissed her passionately, moving his lips down from her mouth to her neck, and then to her arms where he gently slid off the long, black gloves, kissing each section of smooth skin as it became exposed. He then returned his lips to her mouth.
They rolled onto their sides, kissing enthusiastically. Draco reached around her petite frame and unzipped her dress. The soft material slid off her body with ease and he took in the beautiful witch that now lay before him:
Her black shoes made her legs look ten times longer and the suspenders she wore enticed him like a gift, waiting to be unwrapped, the garter on her top right thigh was arousing him no end and he moved his attention up.
Her ample bosom was encased in a strapless, black, lacy bra. The same material stretched across her flat stomach, concealing her sex.
Draco could barely contain himself as she leant forwards and began unbuttoning his shirt, running her hands over the smooth flesh, and curling her fingers in his fine hair. She slid the silky material off his broad shoulders and again ran her hands over his chest and strong stomach.
He moaned as Hermione undid his trousers and slid them off, along with his boxers. He felt her small hand grasp his length gently. He reached out and began caressing her breasts as her hands expertly worked him.
She kissed him passionately-her tongue working around his. As they kissed Draco reached around her slim body and unclasped her bra, releasing her large breasts. She leaned forward, still massaging his manhood, and he took one of her nipples in his mouth, licking and kissing until it peaked. He then moved his attention to the other one, lavishing it in the same way until he achieved the same reaction.
He was pleased when he heard her moan with pleasure and was pleasantly surprised when she kissed her way down his body until she reached his sex. She took it in her mouth and worked her tongue up and down the shaft. Draco moaned loudly as she massaged him harder.
He entwined his fingers in her soft hair as she worked him, caressing his length with her tongue and touching his body with her hands. He soon felt close to peaking and gently released himself from her sweet mouth. She looked at him, puzzled.
"I don't want to spoil all the fun too soon." He told her and she smiled at him.
Draco gently grasped her shoulders and rolled her onto her back-it was only fair she receive the same treatment.
Once again he began to work her breasts-massaging and caressing them whilst lavishing her nipples with licks and kisses. She moaned with pleasure and he moved his hands down, sliding her underwear from her body. He began kissing her once more, working his way down until he tasted her.
He moved his tongue around the nub at the top of her sex, applying gentle pressure every now and then, causing her to moan and writhe in pleasure. Her hands grasped his head and her fingers tousled with his hair as he replaced his tongue with a finger and inserted another one inside her.
He worked her constantly and attentively until he felt her body rapidly tense and relax as she peaked.
He pulled himself up off her and held her close until her shallow breaths returned to normal.
She looked at him and smiled sexily. He lowered himself onto her fully and they both moaned as he entered her. He was sloe and gentle, knowing that having had few sexual experiences she may be sensitive. She wasn't and her moans came louder and louder as he flexed in and out of her. Her hands caressed his back, and she kissed him over and over again.
Suddenly Draco felt hands on his shoulders and before he knew what was happening he was on his back with Hermione on top of him. He reached up and began stroking her as she rode him, gently grinding her hips against his.
They continued like this several minutes until Draco led her into rolling over until he was once again on top. Here they stayed for many more minutes, their bodies working together in harmony. Hermione raised her hips to meet his every stroke.
Soon Draco felt himself tense as he peaked and collapsed, panting, onto Hermione. He muzzled into her neck as his breathing came unevenly. Hermione wrapped her arms around him and he nestled into her small frame.
Hermione kissed the top of his head and they held each other close, before repeating their performance again, and again.
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Draco awoke early the next morning to see the first pale rays of sunlight creep across his room. He followed them, and his eyes came to rest on the young witch next to him: she was dazzling; her raven curls fell softly around her angelic face, and her long fingers curled around gently around the top of the sheet, clutching it to her. A faint smile was playing on her lips and Draco wondered what she was dreaming about.
He lay for hours like that, not wanting to move or wake her, and not wanting for one moment to take his eyes off her. Only when the room was completely bathed in the soft October light did her eyes flutter and open. Draco stared into her bright green eyes, it was odd not seeing the usual chocolate brown. Her thick, dark eyelashes fluttered again and she smiled up at him. He leant over and kissed her forehead gently.
"Morning." He whispered.
"Morning." She replied, brushing loose hair from her face and stretching.
"You hungry?"
"Starved." She answered honestly. "What's for breakfast?"
"I'll go see what I can find shall I?" He smiled, throwing back the covers and climbing out if bed. He felt Hermione's eyes on his naked body as he pulled on his boxers and a T-Shirt.
"Hurry back." She smiled, snuggling herself deeper into the large pillows and sheets around her. Draco grinned back at her and walked over to the fireplace. Scooping up a handful of floo powder he threw it into the fire and stepped in.
Once in the kitchen of Malfoy Manor Draco realised he didn't even know what Hermione liked. However, in a second a house elf had appeared by his side, closely followed by five more-the house elves liked Draco as they knew he was not like his father.
"Master Draco," one of them began, "it has been so long since you have visited us. What is you wishing this morning?!"
"Hi, um...I need a romantic breakfast but I don't know what she likes-what can you do?!"
"We shall do our best Master Draco." A small house elf piped up from the back, and Draco smiled at them:
"No, no...I'll do it." He said.
"We insist Master Draco. You are kind to us and we will repay you."
Before he could protest further the house elves had set about putting together the perfect, romantic breakfast for Hermione, and within minutes a tray was thrust into his hands. On it was tea, coffee, juice, smoked salmon, cream cheese, bagels, toast, cereal, fruit and a long rose in a tall glass.
"Thank you." He said, his voice full of gratitude.
He returned to the fireplace, carefully balancing the tray whilst throwing the floo powder. Within moments he was back in bed with Hermione.
"Did you bring enough?!" She laughed, pouring herself a large coffee.
"I wasn't sure what you liked." He confessed.
"Well it all looks great..ooh, smoked salmon."
For someone so petite she certainly ate a lot. Draco sat and watched her for a while as she elegantly ate her breakfast, before making a start himself.
When they had finished, Draco took Hermione in his arms once more and they snuggled back down into the thick, warm blankets.
"Hermione," he suddenly asked, "Um.why are your eyes green and your hair black?"
"Two reason," she confessed, "One Voldemort said something about black suiting me.do you remember?!" Draco nodded and she continued, "The other reason was that I felt like it. I've wanted a change of image for a while...I'm sick of being the goody goody two shoes. Voldemort saying something gave me a reason to experiment. And I thought the green eyes complemented the black well. Do you like it?!"
"Actually I do. I prefer you the other way, but you do look very sexy and..mysterious." he smiled, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her nose.
"Thank you. I'm pleased with it; I found a spell for permanent hair colouring that doesn't fade or allow regrowth-it just dyes your hair as it grows, so the spell doesn't need to be re-applied. It's quite easy really and I can take it off at any time."
"You do realise that all of what you said means nothing to me?! You girls and your hair...honestly." Draco smiled, and Hermione playfully punched his arm.
"Cheeky." She laughed,
"So was it a spell for the eyes as well?"
"Yep." She answered, helping herself to more coffee.
"You really are an amazing witch." Draco said, kissing the top of her head.
"You're not too bad yourself." She giggled, rolling on top of Draco and kissing him keenly. He returned the kisses as they repeated the events of the night before.
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At dinner time they finally decided to get out of bed. Hermione headed for Draco's bathroom and he heard the shower being switched on.
He sat on the edge of his bed thinking: last night had been amazing. He could still hardly believe that it had happened. But now, the morning after, he realised the problems they would eventually have to face: there were only two really but they were big enough and would be a major difficulty to overcome.
The first of these problems came as a package: Harry and Ron. Draco knew they would be less than impressed if they found out what he and Hermione had done. He didn't really feel like duelling with either of them and he didn't want Hermione to fall out with them so he would have to find another way to solve that issue.
The second problem was much bigger and scarier: his father. He correctly guessed that Lucius had seen him leave the ball the previous night, with Hermione and that he had not been at all happy at it. Draco was not at all looking forward to the confrontation that his night of pleasure would cause. He would have to think of some sort of way of reasoning with his father.
He sat and thought for a few more long minutes before hearing the bathroom door open. He turned and saw Hermione emerge-wrapped in a large fluffy green towel; her long dark hair was dripping as she tried to rub it dry with another towel.
Draco walked over to her and kissed her before entering the bathroom himself. Once in the shower, Draco mused some more about his problems as he lathered himself with soapy bubbles. He couldn't find a pleasant of breaking the news to Harry and Ron without ending up with a black eye. As for his father he'd thought of something-he just had to hope and pray that it worked.
Wrapping a towel around his waist he went back into the bedroom:
"Hermione?!"
"Mmm?" She replied, concentrating on brushing her hair.
"Um...what exactly are you going to tell Harry and Ron?"
She sighed and laid down her brush, turning to him.
"I was hoping I wouldn't have to tell them anything. We could just see each other in secret...like Romeo and Juliet."
"You read too much." He stated, smiling slightly at her childlike hopefulness, "You know that wouldn't work. Anyway, as much as I'd like to get one over Wonder-boy and Weasel, they are your best friends; you should tell them."
"But if Harry doesn't kill you then Ron certainly will."
"True, but would you rather they didn't find out form us and from someone else?"
"Like who?!"
"C'mon Mi...You know what Hogwarts is like...anything that's a secret is known by the whole school." Hermione smiled.
"I like that." She stated, Draco looked surprised:
"What?! Our life being known by the entire school?!"
"No silly, Mi...It's nice. I like it."
"Well your name's too long so I shortened it." He replied. "Now answer the question, and stop trying to avoid the situation or I'll have to hold you and never let you go."
"I wouldn't complain." She smiled, "You're right, but whatever I say they are going to be pissed off. Ron especially so. The only way round it that I can see is at least telling Harry."
"He will kill me though."
"No he won't. You're over reacting; Harry is much more reasonable than Ron is. Harry will see sense once I explain how I feel about you and you about me. Ron WOULD kill you, so we'll leave telling him to another time."
Now it was Draco's turn to sigh as he hugged her from behind, kissing her neck:
"Ok, you do whatever you think is right."
"Are you going to talk to your father?!" Hermione asked, removing herself from his grasp and getting dressed. Draco imitated her actions, pulling on jeans and a T-Shirt.
"I'll have to-I'm sure he saw us leave the ball last night, and is NOT going to be impressed unless I've got a damn good excuse for getting involved with you-the woman we want to kill...which I have, I just don't think he'll graciously accept "because I want to be with her.""
"When will you talk to him?"
"Not now, not with you here...he'll go even madder. I'm surprised he hasn't burst in here yet."
Hermione giggled:
"Well, he could try but he wouldn't get very far as I sealed all the doors with an unbreakable seal...only the caster can remove it."
"Well why don't you remove it and we'll escape quietly whilst we still can."
Hermione smiled and flicked her wand at the door, muttering some odd incantation, before she and Draco apparated back to Hogwarts.
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Well, there it was...they are now together. I hope it was worth the wait. First they don't do it for months then they're at it like rabbits.ahh, young love :o)
Please be gentle if you're going to comment on the sex scenes...I'm not very experienced at writing them.
I really hoped you liked that.
I'll update soon.
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Chapter 7-No Work, All Play
Sunday passed by in a blur for Draco, and before he knew it, it was 6:30. The ball was due to start at 7:00 so he quickly showered and pulled on some clothes: he had decided against robes and instead opted for a pair of black trousers with a very dark green silk shirt (real silk, not the shiny, cheap crap people often tried to pass off as silk...his taste was much too good for that).
He left the top few buttons of the shirt undone, exposing the nape of his neck and this beginnings of the fine hair that covered his chest. Around his neck he wore a simple silver chain with a serpent dangling from it. It was 6:45. He made his way to Dumbledore's office.
When he arrived Snape was already there, wearing black trousers and shirt. He and the Headmaster appeared to have been in deep conversation, but stopped upon Draco's entrance.
At 6:55 the door to the grand office opened again and Hermione walked in.
"Sorry; it was my hair." she apologised.
"About bloody time...." Draco started but he was silenced when he turned around and saw Hermione: she was...stunning.
She wore a strapless, long black velvet evening dress, which was split from the base to her hipbone, revealing her Mark. Elbow length, black evening gloves encased her arms, and a pair of stockings and 6inch stilettos complemented her shapely legs. A long, travelling cloak was draped over her shoulders, and slid along the floor behind her-the hood was up, surrounding her face in the soft material. Around her neck she wore a simple black choker with a silver cross.
Draco noticed he could see her suspender belt: it was torture to look at her. He felt like she was purposefully taunting him. But how could she?! She knew nothing of his feelings.
"Do I look OK?" She asked nervously.
Snape and Dumbledore smiled. Draco thought was speechless, and could only nod.
"You look perfect Miss Granger." Dumbledore said softly.
"Time to go." Broke in Snape: Draco and Hermione eyed each other nervously.
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A few seconds later they apparated in front of Voldemort: All three of them knelt before him.
"Rise." The Dark Lord commanded, and the trio stood. As they did so Hermione elegantly lifted back the hood of her cloak.
Draco gasped: her hair was no longer the russet brown it had been only the day before. It was black!!! Her soft ringlets now cascaded down her back in midnight waves, curling delicately at the ends. She tossed the new curls over her shoulder and stood before Voldemort, graceful and chic, offering him her hand.
"My beautiful Raven, you look enchanting." He smiled as he kissed her hand. Hermione smiled and turned to look at Draco, where another shock met him. Not only had she changed her hair colour, oh no, that wasn't enough of a shock. Her big deep eyes were now electric green and cat like- although still heavily lined in black. He had to admit she looked beautiful; like a dangerous, dark goddess. He felt himself go weak at the knees.
Within minutes, the ballroom of Malfoy Manor was swarming with death Eaters. Hermione and Draco stood with Voldemort, observing the proceedings. Draco had noticed that his father was avoiding being anywhere near Hermione, and was currently off with Crabbe, Goyle senior and (surprisingly) Snape: Draco wondered if they could be discussing Hermione's future down fall.
Hermione's smooth, sexy voice richly floated through the air as Draco observed the goings on in the room:
"My Lord," she purred, "there appears to be only a few muggles here tonight...why is this?!"
"My little Raven, the answer is simple; I wish tonight to be a celebration of our ancestors and beginning-a festival of The Dark Ancients, whose power flows within us. I wish it to be an event of elegance and sophistication, like our predecessors deserve. However, 'entertainment' must be provided for the handful of my more savage followers, who are unable to attend the most simple of events without at least a little blood shed."
"I see. Thank you my Lord."
"My Lord," Draco spoke up, "I too have a question. It is regarding the attack on Dumbledore."
"Ah, you are eager young Malfoy. We will certainly discuss our plans soon, but not tonight. Tonight, we enjoy ourselves."
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After a while Hermione graciously accepted an offer to dance form Elessar Hades' son, Tathar, and Draco was left standing alone with Voldemort. He felt anger and jealousy rise within him as he watched Tathar swirl Hermione around the floor in a graceful flurry of robes and velvet.
"Why do you let her go?!" The Dark Lord questioned.
"My Lord?! I do not understand?!"
"You should not let the Raven fly away young Malfoy. She is a thing of most elegance and dark beauty. A thing to be treasured forever. You should keep her close at all times."
"Alas My Lord, for she is not mine to keep. Nor do I want her to be."
"Don't lie to me Draco." The Dark Lord threatened, "Does it slip your mind how skilled I am at occlumency. You lust after her, and I can see why-she is a striking creature of the night-why do you not chase her?!"
"She does not want me....of that I am sure." Draco said honestly-figuring there was no point in lying any more to the Dark Lord.
"You think that do you?! Well, if I were you Draco, I would chase the Raven and ask her to dance."
The Dark Lord moved off to mingle with his loyal followers, and Draco sighed, moving over to the bar. If Voldemort was right and Hermione accepted any move he might make then he was going to need a very stiff drink first. He downed a Firewhiskey then ordered another and a glass of the best Champagne before moving off to find Hermione.
She was now dancing with a wizard Draco didn't know. He moved closer as the song changed:
"May I have this dance?!" He whispered into her ear.
She turned and smiled, nodding her head slightly. The other Wizard, feeling he was not welcome, graciously moved away. Draco placed the drinks on a nearby table, placed his hands on Hermione's hips and took her into his arms. She smiled at him again, reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass.
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step.
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand.
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
silver moon's sparkling.
So kiss me.
The room faded as Draco danced with Hermione. The world around them; the other wizards, the battle, all of it may as well ceased to exist as he swayed with her gently. Her head was nestling under his chin, leaning against his chest-her body fit his so well, and she smelt so beautiful: a glorious mixture of cherries and vanilla. He pulled her closer, not wanting to let her go.
Kiss me down by the broken tree house.
Swing me upon its hanging tire.
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat.
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand.
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
silver moon's sparkling.
So kiss me.
He removed one hand from her waist, and slowly caressed her cheek; her skin was silky and smooth and her bright eyes were shining. She snuggled her cheek into his hand and he reached out and stroked a ringlet from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
He pulled her close again and the song changed to another slow numbers:
"Just one more dance." He thought, and it appeared Hermione was thinking along the same lines as she nuzzled into his shoulder. He smiled: even in 6inch stilettos she was still a good 6inches shorter than him.
She is so pretty but if she only knew I only do it when I'm thinking of you I hit the ceiling when the lights are low You are my fantasy I won't let it go
Draco looked down at Hermione and smiled again, he was so happy he couldn't begin to describe it. Hermione's eyes were closed and there was a slight smile on her red lips. She sensed his gaze and looked up; there eyes met.
Whatever else is in the back of my skull I have for you the most compassion of all I like the colour of the holes in your eyes I wanna kiss you on the top of your thigh
Draco closed his eyes and moved in closer. His lips found hers: they were soft and sweet. Their mouths moved in rhythm and he felt Hermione's tongue glide out of her mouth and into his, massaging and caressing his own.
Look at me Look what you've done to me I'm shaking uncontrollably Stuck in this fantasy I'm thinking things I shouldn't be Burn myself out for you I wouldn't but I have to Only for you
He moaned as she removed her mouth from his: he wanted more. His eyes pleaded with her but she simply leaned over and whispered into his ear:
"Where's you room?!"
Whatever else is in the back of my skull I have for you the most compassion of all I like the colour of the holes in your eyes I wanna kiss you on the top of your thigh
He smiled at her, took her hand and led her from the room. As they left, three pairs of eyes watched them: one black and smiling from a dark corner, one red slits and laughing satisfactorily from beneath a hood, the third cold and pale blue, scowling ferociously from beneath a length of white blonde hair.
Look at me Look what you've done to me I'm shaking uncontrollably Stuck in this fantasy I'm thinking things I shouldn't be Burn myself out for you I wouldn't but I have to Only for you If only for you If only for you If only for you If only for you
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Draco led Hermione through the long halls and corridors of Malfoy Manor, stopping every now and then to twirl her round and plant kisses on her soft lips.
They soon reached Draco's room: he held open one of the ceiling high oak doors and Hermione walked inside, gasping at the surroundings. Draco followed her, locking the door and muttering silencing spell as he did so. Hermione flicked her wand at the fireplace and a fire was soon happily roaring.
Draco turned from locking the door and saw Hermione lying on the large, four poster bed: her black hair fanning around her head like a midnight halo, in stark contrast to the green and silver surroundings; she looked like a dark angel.
He walked slowly over to her and planted a kiss on her lips. She smiled as his lips met hers.
Hermione released them from the kiss and lay back into the pillows and Draco placed his body on top of hers. Finding her lips once more he kissed her passionately, moving his lips down from her mouth to her neck, and then to her arms where he gently slid off the long, black gloves, kissing each section of smooth skin as it became exposed. He then returned his lips to her mouth.
They rolled onto their sides, kissing enthusiastically. Draco reached around her petite frame and unzipped her dress. The soft material slid off her body with ease and he took in the beautiful witch that now lay before him:
Her black shoes made her legs look ten times longer and the suspenders she wore enticed him like a gift, waiting to be unwrapped, the garter on her top right thigh was arousing him no end and he moved his attention up.
Her ample bosom was encased in a strapless, black, lacy bra. The same material stretched across her flat stomach, concealing her sex.
Draco could barely contain himself as she leant forwards and began unbuttoning his shirt, running her hands over the smooth flesh, and curling her fingers in his fine hair. She slid the silky material off his broad shoulders and again ran her hands over his chest and strong stomach.
He moaned as Hermione undid his trousers and slid them off, along with his boxers. He felt her small hand grasp his length gently. He reached out and began caressing her breasts as her hands expertly worked him.
She kissed him passionately-her tongue working around his. As they kissed Draco reached around her slim body and unclasped her bra, releasing her large breasts. She leaned forward, still massaging his manhood, and he took one of her nipples in his mouth, licking and kissing until it peaked. He then moved his attention to the other one, lavishing it in the same way until he achieved the same reaction.
He was pleased when he heard her moan with pleasure and was pleasantly surprised when she kissed her way down his body until she reached his sex. She took it in her mouth and worked her tongue up and down the shaft. Draco moaned loudly as she massaged him harder.
He entwined his fingers in her soft hair as she worked him, caressing his length with her tongue and touching his body with her hands. He soon felt close to peaking and gently released himself from her sweet mouth. She looked at him, puzzled.
"I don't want to spoil all the fun too soon." He told her and she smiled at him.
Draco gently grasped her shoulders and rolled her onto her back-it was only fair she receive the same treatment.
Once again he began to work her breasts-massaging and caressing them whilst lavishing her nipples with licks and kisses. She moaned with pleasure and he moved his hands down, sliding her underwear from her body. He began kissing her once more, working his way down until he tasted her.
He moved his tongue around the nub at the top of her sex, applying gentle pressure every now and then, causing her to moan and writhe in pleasure. Her hands grasped his head and her fingers tousled with his hair as he replaced his tongue with a finger and inserted another one inside her.
He worked her constantly and attentively until he felt her body rapidly tense and relax as she peaked.
He pulled himself up off her and held her close until her shallow breaths returned to normal.
She looked at him and smiled sexily. He lowered himself onto her fully and they both moaned as he entered her. He was sloe and gentle, knowing that having had few sexual experiences she may be sensitive. She wasn't and her moans came louder and louder as he flexed in and out of her. Her hands caressed his back, and she kissed him over and over again.
Suddenly Draco felt hands on his shoulders and before he knew what was happening he was on his back with Hermione on top of him. He reached up and began stroking her as she rode him, gently grinding her hips against his.
They continued like this several minutes until Draco led her into rolling over until he was once again on top. Here they stayed for many more minutes, their bodies working together in harmony. Hermione raised her hips to meet his every stroke.
Soon Draco felt himself tense as he peaked and collapsed, panting, onto Hermione. He muzzled into her neck as his breathing came unevenly. Hermione wrapped her arms around him and he nestled into her small frame.
Hermione kissed the top of his head and they held each other close, before repeating their performance again, and again.
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Draco awoke early the next morning to see the first pale rays of sunlight creep across his room. He followed them, and his eyes came to rest on the young witch next to him: she was dazzling; her raven curls fell softly around her angelic face, and her long fingers curled around gently around the top of the sheet, clutching it to her. A faint smile was playing on her lips and Draco wondered what she was dreaming about.
He lay for hours like that, not wanting to move or wake her, and not wanting for one moment to take his eyes off her. Only when the room was completely bathed in the soft October light did her eyes flutter and open. Draco stared into her bright green eyes, it was odd not seeing the usual chocolate brown. Her thick, dark eyelashes fluttered again and she smiled up at him. He leant over and kissed her forehead gently.
"Morning." He whispered.
"Morning." She replied, brushing loose hair from her face and stretching.
"You hungry?"
"Starved." She answered honestly. "What's for breakfast?"
"I'll go see what I can find shall I?" He smiled, throwing back the covers and climbing out if bed. He felt Hermione's eyes on his naked body as he pulled on his boxers and a T-Shirt.
"Hurry back." She smiled, snuggling herself deeper into the large pillows and sheets around her. Draco grinned back at her and walked over to the fireplace. Scooping up a handful of floo powder he threw it into the fire and stepped in.
Once in the kitchen of Malfoy Manor Draco realised he didn't even know what Hermione liked. However, in a second a house elf had appeared by his side, closely followed by five more-the house elves liked Draco as they knew he was not like his father.
"Master Draco," one of them began, "it has been so long since you have visited us. What is you wishing this morning?!"
"Hi, um...I need a romantic breakfast but I don't know what she likes-what can you do?!"
"We shall do our best Master Draco." A small house elf piped up from the back, and Draco smiled at them:
"No, no...I'll do it." He said.
"We insist Master Draco. You are kind to us and we will repay you."
Before he could protest further the house elves had set about putting together the perfect, romantic breakfast for Hermione, and within minutes a tray was thrust into his hands. On it was tea, coffee, juice, smoked salmon, cream cheese, bagels, toast, cereal, fruit and a long rose in a tall glass.
"Thank you." He said, his voice full of gratitude.
He returned to the fireplace, carefully balancing the tray whilst throwing the floo powder. Within moments he was back in bed with Hermione.
"Did you bring enough?!" She laughed, pouring herself a large coffee.
"I wasn't sure what you liked." He confessed.
"Well it all looks great..ooh, smoked salmon."
For someone so petite she certainly ate a lot. Draco sat and watched her for a while as she elegantly ate her breakfast, before making a start himself.
When they had finished, Draco took Hermione in his arms once more and they snuggled back down into the thick, warm blankets.
"Hermione," he suddenly asked, "Um.why are your eyes green and your hair black?"
"Two reason," she confessed, "One Voldemort said something about black suiting me.do you remember?!" Draco nodded and she continued, "The other reason was that I felt like it. I've wanted a change of image for a while...I'm sick of being the goody goody two shoes. Voldemort saying something gave me a reason to experiment. And I thought the green eyes complemented the black well. Do you like it?!"
"Actually I do. I prefer you the other way, but you do look very sexy and..mysterious." he smiled, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her nose.
"Thank you. I'm pleased with it; I found a spell for permanent hair colouring that doesn't fade or allow regrowth-it just dyes your hair as it grows, so the spell doesn't need to be re-applied. It's quite easy really and I can take it off at any time."
"You do realise that all of what you said means nothing to me?! You girls and your hair...honestly." Draco smiled, and Hermione playfully punched his arm.
"Cheeky." She laughed,
"So was it a spell for the eyes as well?"
"Yep." She answered, helping herself to more coffee.
"You really are an amazing witch." Draco said, kissing the top of her head.
"You're not too bad yourself." She giggled, rolling on top of Draco and kissing him keenly. He returned the kisses as they repeated the events of the night before.
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At dinner time they finally decided to get out of bed. Hermione headed for Draco's bathroom and he heard the shower being switched on.
He sat on the edge of his bed thinking: last night had been amazing. He could still hardly believe that it had happened. But now, the morning after, he realised the problems they would eventually have to face: there were only two really but they were big enough and would be a major difficulty to overcome.
The first of these problems came as a package: Harry and Ron. Draco knew they would be less than impressed if they found out what he and Hermione had done. He didn't really feel like duelling with either of them and he didn't want Hermione to fall out with them so he would have to find another way to solve that issue.
The second problem was much bigger and scarier: his father. He correctly guessed that Lucius had seen him leave the ball the previous night, with Hermione and that he had not been at all happy at it. Draco was not at all looking forward to the confrontation that his night of pleasure would cause. He would have to think of some sort of way of reasoning with his father.
He sat and thought for a few more long minutes before hearing the bathroom door open. He turned and saw Hermione emerge-wrapped in a large fluffy green towel; her long dark hair was dripping as she tried to rub it dry with another towel.
Draco walked over to her and kissed her before entering the bathroom himself. Once in the shower, Draco mused some more about his problems as he lathered himself with soapy bubbles. He couldn't find a pleasant of breaking the news to Harry and Ron without ending up with a black eye. As for his father he'd thought of something-he just had to hope and pray that it worked.
Wrapping a towel around his waist he went back into the bedroom:
"Hermione?!"
"Mmm?" She replied, concentrating on brushing her hair.
"Um...what exactly are you going to tell Harry and Ron?"
She sighed and laid down her brush, turning to him.
"I was hoping I wouldn't have to tell them anything. We could just see each other in secret...like Romeo and Juliet."
"You read too much." He stated, smiling slightly at her childlike hopefulness, "You know that wouldn't work. Anyway, as much as I'd like to get one over Wonder-boy and Weasel, they are your best friends; you should tell them."
"But if Harry doesn't kill you then Ron certainly will."
"True, but would you rather they didn't find out form us and from someone else?"
"Like who?!"
"C'mon Mi...You know what Hogwarts is like...anything that's a secret is known by the whole school." Hermione smiled.
"I like that." She stated, Draco looked surprised:
"What?! Our life being known by the entire school?!"
"No silly, Mi...It's nice. I like it."
"Well your name's too long so I shortened it." He replied. "Now answer the question, and stop trying to avoid the situation or I'll have to hold you and never let you go."
"I wouldn't complain." She smiled, "You're right, but whatever I say they are going to be pissed off. Ron especially so. The only way round it that I can see is at least telling Harry."
"He will kill me though."
"No he won't. You're over reacting; Harry is much more reasonable than Ron is. Harry will see sense once I explain how I feel about you and you about me. Ron WOULD kill you, so we'll leave telling him to another time."
Now it was Draco's turn to sigh as he hugged her from behind, kissing her neck:
"Ok, you do whatever you think is right."
"Are you going to talk to your father?!" Hermione asked, removing herself from his grasp and getting dressed. Draco imitated her actions, pulling on jeans and a T-Shirt.
"I'll have to-I'm sure he saw us leave the ball last night, and is NOT going to be impressed unless I've got a damn good excuse for getting involved with you-the woman we want to kill...which I have, I just don't think he'll graciously accept "because I want to be with her.""
"When will you talk to him?"
"Not now, not with you here...he'll go even madder. I'm surprised he hasn't burst in here yet."
Hermione giggled:
"Well, he could try but he wouldn't get very far as I sealed all the doors with an unbreakable seal...only the caster can remove it."
"Well why don't you remove it and we'll escape quietly whilst we still can."
Hermione smiled and flicked her wand at the door, muttering some odd incantation, before she and Draco apparated back to Hogwarts.
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Well, there it was...they are now together. I hope it was worth the wait. First they don't do it for months then they're at it like rabbits.ahh, young love :o)
Please be gentle if you're going to comment on the sex scenes...I'm not very experienced at writing them.
I really hoped you liked that.
I'll update soon.
Slytherin Spirit
P.S. To anyone who tried to find this story last week-I am VERY sorry; I got locked out of my account and couldn't do anything about it.
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