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all weekend so I've not got much done.
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For everyone who asked, here's a brief explanation of The Originals;
The Innocents were first of Wizarding kind to come to Earth and use magic. They drew there natural power from the Earth Goddess (Who I suppose is a bit like Mother Nature), they were the first 'pure-bloods'. However, when the Dark Ones arrived on Earth they stole all the power from the Innocents and the Earth Goddess, so they ceased to exist. The Dark Ones are evil wizards, rulers of the underworld and dark Magic; they made the Earth barren and sparse so nothing could live. The Innocents were re-born centuries later in the form of what the wizards of today now call The Ancients. They were re-born to assist on the restoration of balance and harmony on Earth-Good vs. Evil etc. they constantly battle with the Dark Ones in order to keep this balance. Neither can be called upon lightly for help and both are easily angered of called by someone unworthy.
I hope that explains it a bit more clearly. Although at the moment it doesn't matter massively as even I don't know where I'm going with it. If it still needs it I will explain it more in later Chapters.
Longest Chapter yet; 5551 words :o)
This has been proofread but I often miss things so I apologise for any spelling/grammar mistakes.
N.B. I don't own anything you recognise and yes, the fancy dress ball is just an excuse for me to dress everyone up. The lyrics are Ghost of the Robots' "Smile" and The Beautiful South "Pretty".
Chapter 14-Duties of a Head Boy
December the fifteenth; the Yule Ball was drawing ever closer and, pushing all thoughts of Voldemort and Lucius from their heads, Hermione and Draco attended a meeting with the prefects and staff to ensure that everything was in order for the forthcoming festivity.
"OK," Hermione began, "now as you know, myself and Draco have organised the music and we received confirmation from the Silver Snakes yesterday." This comment resulted in a series of whoops and cheers from those of wizarding families who knew of the band. The muggleborns, who were less educated in the bands of the wizarding world merely smiled politely, exchanging looks of confusion. Hermione smiled and continued; "OK, next on the agenda; decoration. I can't believe how late we've left this." She turned to the staff, "Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick; are you still happy to be responsible for the decoration."
"Oh yes!" Flitwick cried in child-like excitement, nearly falling from his chair. McGonagall nodded her approval at the statement.
"Good, right then prefects, what suggestions have you got for the decorations?" Asked Hermione, poising a Quick Quotes Quill on the parchment in front of her.
"Ice sculptors." Piped up Colin Creevey immediately.
"Fairies." Called up Ginny Weasley as Hermione's quill flew across the parchment taking notes, "they'd look so pretty flying around the Great Hall."
"Snow." A Hufflepuff prefect suggested, "Like we had at the Christmas meal last year. You know, it was exactly like the real thing but it wasn't cold or wet...that was great."
"Bubbles." Came another suggestion.
"Lots of fairy lights."
"Ooh, can we enchant the enchanted ceiling to look like the real Northern Lights?!"
This last suggestion was greeted by a chorus of agreements.
"Right, I think that's enough," Hermione laughed, "We don't want our professors falling ill through exhaustion." She turned to McGonagall and Flitwick, "Are you OK to sort through this list and decide what's best?" She asked.
"Certainly." McGonagall answered, taking the list from Hermione's outstretched hand. Hermione smiled and sat down, reading through her own notes she had drawn up before moving onto the next item.
Draco was watching the proceedings silently from the other side of the room, freely allowing his mind to phase out and wander away from the dealings; he was finding the whole meeting extremely tedious and girly and really did not want to be there. He was in a bad enough mood as it was; he had finally realised that he would be unable to go to the ball with Hermione and that meant he did not even want to go, let alone plan the bloody thing.
Of course neither of these were an option, as Head Boy he had to plan and attend the ball, so he had resorted to going with Pansy Parkinson, which he was not looking forward to. They had had an on/off relationship ever since the beginning of fourth year; he'd finish it with her, play around a bit then take her back when her puppy eyes became too much for his conscious to bear. But it had finally come to a head at the end of sixth year. Draco had broken it off with a pretty fifth year Ravenclaw, Jennifer Gemra; for the life of him he couldn't remember why. She'd been pretty, intelligent and funny; knowing him he'd probably decided bored-true or not-wanting to live up to his 'Playboy' image.
Anyway, once he'd broken it off with Jessica, Pansy had been all over him again and he'd taken her back, again, stating that he didn't want anything serious-Pansy had claimed to be fine with this, but eight weeks into the relationship she'd got clingy and Draco couldn't handle it so he'd chucked her, for the final time. She'd looked positively ecstatic when he'd asked her to the ball-having found out Jessica was already going with someone else-but now he was becoming concerned-he severely hoped she didn't think this meant they were back together.
Much to Draco's annoyance Hermione and Ron had spoken since the incident Draco had observed in the pensive and so, being back on friendly speaking terms, they were attending the ball together. Draco had sulked and protested, asking why she couldn't go with Potter but, as Hermione sensibly pointed out, as he was dating the female Weasley-who was a prefect-they would be going together. And so Draco's sulk had continued and was still going. He decided he should probably be paying attention to whatever was being said and tuned back into what was being said; apparently they had been discussing food.
"...so we'll go with the enchanted menus." Hermione was finishing saying, flicking once more through her notes, "OK, I think that's everything-you've all got your costumes haven't you?!" A series of "yes's" answered her. "Right then, Draco, have you anything you want to add?"
"Uh-uh." He grunted, shaking his head and refusing point blank to engage in this frivolous and pointless engagement of the supposedly most intelligent pupils Hogwarts had to offer.
Hermione glared at him and turned back to the prefects:
"OK then, well I guess that's everything. I'll see you all at the ball- Seven O'clock outside the great Hall main doors with your partners, remember they don't have to be prefects. Please don't be late-as prefects we have to open the ball with the first dance. See you all then."
There was a rustling of papers as everyone got up to leave.
"Draco!" Hermione called, but he ignored her, leaving the room and not looking back.
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Draco stormed up to his rooms, slamming doors on the way and handing out detentions to anyone who looked too happy. Why was life so unfair?! The one thing he'd ever truly loved and he couldn't even have her to himself; he still had to share and compete with Weasley.
Once inside his rooms Draco threw himself onto his bed, punching his pillow as he did so, wishing it was the Weasel's face,
Some time later he heard movement behind him and turned to see Hermione standing at the foot of his bed. He rolled over onto his front again, ignoring her presence.
"Are you planning on growing up any time soon?" She snapped.
"No!"
"For the love of Merlin Draco, this is completely pathetic and childish."
"Don't care."
"Look, I know this isn't the best situation for us to be in but we haven't really got much choice when you look at it logically..."
"I'm sick of being logical." Draco interrupted, "All my life I've had to be logical and do what's thought to be best and what's expected. For once I want to rebel and do what's not expected."
"Let me finish please. You're already rebelling against the Draco, and you know it. You're fighting for what's right but you can't do it in the open, same as our relationship. I want to go with you too but you know as well as I do that it's just not possible, not matter how much we want it to be. If either house finds out about us we won't live to see Christmas. To be honest I'm surprised they haven't found out about it already: I'm sure Voldemort saw us together at the Halloween ball, and if he didn't then another Death Eater surely must have."
"I know for a fact that Voldemort saw us, but I don't know why he was so pleased about it."
"Neither do I, perhaps we should ask Snape or Dumbledore about that."
"Mmm." Draco replied, returning once more to his childish sulk.
"Oh come on." Hermione sighed exasperated, placing her hands on her hips and fixing him with a steely, determined glare, "you can't sulk forever."
"Yes I can and I intend to; I'm sick and tired of having to sneak around, pretending to hate you when I don't...I really don't."
"I know, but there's nothing we can do about it."
"Yes there is 'Mi." Draco smiled, turning to face her, "We can go tot he ball together-make a statement, show the school."
"Show then what exactly?! Our heads when they've been hexed off by our houses?!"
"'Mi!" Draco whined, turning his newly acquired puppy eyes on the young witch; she smiled and moved next to him."
"Don't do that," She laughed, "you know I can't say no to you when you do that."
"I know-that's why I do it. So can we?"
"You know we can't-puppy eyes or not." She sighed and a sad look flitted across her pretty face, "It's just not a conceivable plan-you know it's not."
"I know." he muttered and, looking into her eyes he saw the sadness she felt in her heart, burning in the emerald orbs set in her porcelain face He reached out a hand and stroked her midnight locks. She affectionately nuzzled into the warmth of the palm of his hand, looking up at him with seductive eyes framed by her long, dark lashes.
Slowly Draco crawled across the bed on top of her and began caressing her body. She moaned slightly at the contact of his cool hands on her skin as he reached under her robes onto her flesh. She felt so good to touch.
Gently he pushed aside the silk that covered her and began fondling the warmth there. She moaned more as he teased the exposed nub at the top of her sex, gently stroking it as she wiggled beneath his touch. Her hands entwined in his blonde hair as she fell wholly into the pleasure he caused her, and soon her moans came louder and often until explosions ricocheted through her body, causing her to convulse and relax repeatedly.
She lay still until her shallow breaths became even, then she moved towards him, pulling him beneath her, where she began to entertain him. She moved his robes aside and freed his length, taking it in her delicate hands. Draco closed his eyes and smiled slightly as she began to work her hand up and down repeatedly, before licking the yip gently and teasingly. He opened his eyes and looked at her playfully sharply, indicating that he did not appreciate this teasing. She looked back at him innocently before taking him partially in her mouth, still teasing him.
Again and again she repeated this until she finally withdrew her mouth altogether and mounted him. They both moaned as he entered her-she felt so tight and sexy. Together their bodies moved as Hermione rode him, her hands caressing his chest beneath his robes. Draco opened the front of Hermione's robes and shirt and, reaching around her slim body, unclasped the blue silk that encased her breasts. He fondled and caressed them, closing his eyes to enjoy the sensation.
"You're turn." He whispered, and before Hermione could respond he withdrew form her body and rolled her onto h er back, mounting her once more and in the process throwing one of her slim legs over his shoulder, allowing him to penetrate further. Her moan was almost a scream, and her hands clawed at his back as she fought between the new sensation of immense pleasure and slight pain that this fresh position created.
As she allowed the pleasure to win Draco furthered there sensation more by placing her other leg across his other shoulder, he then sped up his thrusts and her ecstatic screams filled the room. He grinned down at her and moved one of his hands to her sex, stroking the nub once more and enhancing her enjoyment even more.
They came together, their breathing laboured and heavy as Draco collapsed onto the panting Hermione, resting on her chest. It rose and fell in short shallow breaths as she tried to control it. Her arms snaked around his body and she held him close.
------------------------------- Late that night Draco awoke with Hermione in his arms: She was awake. She turned to face him and Draco saw there were tears glistening in her eyes.
"What's wrong 'mi?" He whispered.
"Will it ever be OK?" She asked, and Draco could tell it would be no use falsely reassuring her; she wanted...she needed to hear the truth. He sighed.
"I don't know. I hope so, eventually, when it's all over. But whatever happens, we'll see it through together, side by side, to the end. I promise. I'm never going to leave you."
"But what if you do? What if you or I...what if we..." She was unable to finish the sentence and Draco held her closer as she slotted her petite frame into his.
"Nothing will happen to either of us-I promise." He whispered, secretly hoping he could feel as confident as he sounded-he didn't want tog give her false promises, but at this moment ion time he had not idea what the outcome of the war would be.
His answer seemed to satisfy Hermione though and soon her breathing fell even as whispered;
"I love you."
Draco lay still, pretending to be asleep; she'd said it. The feeling of hearing those words made him feel warm inside, yet he didn't reply; he didn't know how to react to her declaration. No-one had ever shown him true emotion like he had just heard. His family were old fashioned when it came to emotions, in that they should not be expressed, and although his Mother occasionally said she loved him, Draco's Father had never said anything of the sorts to his son.
Draco lay still and silent for quite some time before leaning over and kissing the head of the beautiful, young witch next to him. He stroked her hair as he watched her sleep.
"I love you too." He whispered, closing his eyes.
"I know." Came Hermione's voice gently through the dark, "I just wanted to be sure you knew it too."
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The evening of the Yule ball arrived and the castle was full of light, noise, warmth and excitement. Draco and Hermione lay curled up together in Draco's bed, wrapped in blankets and cupping warm drinks. It was Five O'clock and they had three hours before the ball began. They lay in silence, holding each other and staring into the fire at the foot of the bed, as Voldemort's head appeared in it.
Hermione stepped from beneath the covers and Draco moved to the fire.
"My Lord, how may I assist you?"
It is not your company I require Draco." The red slits moved to Hermione; "My Raven."
He didn't need to say any more. His head vanished from the fireplace and Hermione rose from the bed, transfiguring her underwear into black PVC bustier and micro skirt. She stepped into the fire.
Draco stared into the fireplace, anxious and still.
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Hermione returned after just over an hour, and Draco rose from his chair to embrace her.
"What did he want?" He asked, noticing her body was not covered in the lacerations of her last meeting with the Dark Lord.
"He needed...relief." Hermione responded quietly, transfiguring her PVC outfit into jeans and T-shirt and pulling herself into Draco's arms. He kissed the top of her head and held her as she silently sobbed out the painful emotions of her encounter.
"Are you going to be OK?" He asked tentatively, not wanting to cause any more upset.
She nodded, wiping her eyes;
"I'll have to be won't I; we've got the ball in less than two hours." She smiled weakly, pulling away from him and looking into his eyes. "Speaking of which I need to get ready." She kissed him lovingly, "I'll be OK, I promise. This is just something I have to do."
Draco nodded, semi-understanding her unwillingness to discuss that night's events, and her determination to survive through it all, for it not to beat her.
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Soon enough Draco was making his way down to the Great Hall with Pansy on his arm. They had opted to go ion fancy dress-as had the whole school it seemed-and they went as a Pirate and his wench. However, ever the sophisticated Slytherin Draco had refused point blank to wear many of the pirate outfits Pansy had chosen, and had finally decided on a balloon sleeved white shirt with a long dark green waistcoat, fine leather belt, green sash around his waist, black trousers and long pirate boots. A handsome, ornate sword hung by his side and he wore a green sash around his head. Pansy wore a low cut, flowing dress of varying green and blacks, and she eyed Draco greedily as they stopped at the Hall's doors.
The prefects and Head pupil's were to enter the Hall together with their partners and open the Ball. Draco heard Pansy hiss and turned; his heart skipped a beat.
Hermione was walking towards them, her arm through Ron's. She looked so beautiful Draco simply wanted to hold her forever and never let go. He satisfied himself by just looking.
She appeared to glide on air towards the small party of prefects, and a soft light seemed to radiate from her. She was dressed as a fairy; her slim frame encased in a short, strapless dress made of varying lengths and layers of shining silk, chiffon and fine lace, in different shades of pale blues, pinks, lilacs and silvers that fell around her slender thighs. On her feet she wore elegant silver court shoes and her midnight curls fell tousled and wild down her back and around her shoulders, framing her radiant face. Ornately decorated wings protruded from her beneath the hair that fell down her back, almost as though they were attached to her. They shimmered softly and moved as though by a breeze.
Ron was wearing something in varying shades of green; Draco didn't pay him much attention and didn't care to.
Hermione gave Draco a quick smile, which he carefully returned before she was pulled into a large hug by a flash of red and a squeal; Ginny and Harry had arrived.
"Oh 'Mione, you look beautiful." Ginny was gushing.
"So do you Gin-the princess dress was defiantly the right choice."
The two girls fell into a conversation that, to Draco, seemed to consist simply of giggles and whispers. He glanced over to where Harry and Ron stood-it was hard to tell who looked the most unimpressed. Harry, it appeared, was a knight-a large golden lion emblazoned his red tunic, over a deeper red coloured shirt ("Ever the Gryffindor"). Draco focused on Ron-he still had no idea what the Weasel was supposed to be, but whatever it was it obviously involved him having to wear different shades of green-all of which clashed terribly with his hair.
Moments later Dumbledore greeted them.
"Shall we then." He said.
Pansy immediately latched herself onto Draco's arm once more. He forced a relaxed grin onto his face as she denied his right arm of circulation.
Dumbledore lead the small procession through the grand doors and even Draco had to suppress a gasp as he surveyed the decorations that adorned the Hall.
The enchanted ceiling had indeed been re-enchanted to look exactly like the Northern Lights, and delicate flakes of snow and glitter fell from it, swirling around the Great Hall in flurries. Eleven large Christmas trees stood around the hall, decorated with icicles, bubbles, lights and fireflies, and behind the Head table stood a twelfth tree, even larger than the others, hung with silver trinkets and surrounded by flying fairies, all sprinkling glittering fairy dust all around.
"Oh Draco, isn't it romantic." Gasped Pansy, trying to grasp his hand. He took it reluctantly and led her to the dance floor, followed by Hermione, Ron and the rest of the prefects and their partners.
The Silver Snakes struck up a slow, Christmas ballad and the couples began to move slowly in time to the song.
As Draco danced he occasionally caught Hermione's eyes over the shoulder of their partners. She looked at him longingly and blew him a kiss, before returning her gaze back to Ron.
After what seemed like an eternity other students joined the prefects on the floor and he lost sight of the only witch he wanted in his arms that night. Pansy constantly moved towards him in an attempt to kiss him; he repeatedly dodged the unwanted attention and she finally seemed to get the hint.
Over Pansy's shoulder Draco caught sight of Blaise Zabini grinning back at him as his hands attempted to roam the body of the Greek Goddess in his arms, who was continually refusing his efforts. Draco smirked as Professor Sinistra crept up behind Blaise and tapped him on the shoulder before splitting the pair up and deducting points from both houses. The Greek Goddess turned and smiled at Draco; it was Jessica-Draco scowled and made a note to give Blaise a hard time about that next time he saw him; leaving him stuck with Pansy was a rotten trick and he knew damn well Zabini had done it on purpose.
Another slow song began;
In, I'm falling in,
I didn't want to,
Not so fast boy,
Slow
Don't wanna hurt the girl
Get her a pretty box
You'd better fill it.
And I get blinded when she opens the door
It's like looking at the sun, you know
And I'm just blinkin', mumblin', starin' at my shoes,
And she just looks at me
And smiles
And smiles, smiles, smiles.
Draco listened to the Silver Snakes latest song and couldn't help but watch Hermione dance in Ron's arms. He felt a large pang of jealousy in his chest as he watched them laugh together. The subtle snow flakes and glitter fell all around her, landing in her dark hair and on her eyelashes, which she now focused on Draco and blinked seductively at him.
So there we go again,
And it feels so good,
To fall up and down,
Damn, it's 2am again
And she kisses me goodbye
For the sixteenth time
And I'm drivin' home, it's 5am
And I look at the sun come up over the hills
And the clouds are turnin' pink and green,
And all I can see is her eyes
Eyes, eyes
His heart pulled in his chest as he tore his eyes away from her and focused on the skinny Slytherin in his own arms. Pansy was whining about something or other and he was still paying her no attention at all-he didn't care that she had to mingle with muggleborns or that the snow made her itch or that the lead singer was not as cute in real life. He didn't care about any of it.
And I get blinded when she opens the door
It's like looking at the sun, you know
And I'm just blinkin', mumblin', starin' at my shoes,
And she just looks at me
And smiles
And smiles, smiles, smiles.
The meal and the ret of the ball where nothing but a whirl of glitter polite conversation for Draco, and, much too late in his opinion, he was escorting Pansy back to the Slytherin common room.
"Why don't you come in Draco?" She purred, leaning against the cold, stone wall in a way she thought seductive.
"Erm , no thanks Pansy-I'd better get back...Dumbledore...meeting."
"At this time?!"
"Er, yeah...feedback on how we think the ball went, you know; boring, crap stuff but he insists on doing it anyway."
"So? Make the Granger botch do it. Don't you miss me?"
"Look Pansy, I'm not getting into this now; I've had a really great night and I'll see you in class OK?"
OK." She replied, outing slightly. "I'll save it all up for you."
Draco gave her a sneer and she practically melted where she stood. He turned and walked away, shuddering slightly, not wanting to think about what she was saving up for him.
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Draco made his way to Hermione's rooms and slid into the bed next to her, she wriggled closer.
"Mmm, I missed you tonight."
"I missed you too 'Mi."
"What took you so long to get here-I'd almost given up on you."
"Well I'm glad you didn't. Wild horses wouldn't have kept me away much longer, although Pansy tried to. Well, she didn't know I was coming here but I had to walk her back to the common room and she tried to rekindle the nonexistent romance between us. Don't worry." He added, seeing the panic flit across Hermione's face, "nothing happened; I've been saving it for you."
Another smile and more warmth when her soft skin slid against his as her small hands roamed his body once more. He pulled her closer as she grabbed the covers over their heads.
They sank into the covers and pillows as they explored each others body with their hands and mouths. Draco planted small kisses all over Hermione's face and neck as she caressed his lean torso with her nimble fingers.
Suddenly she lay on her back and looked up at him; her hair fanning around her head, her eyes gazing at him seductively. He looked at her questioningly. She smiled;
"I thought I'd relax and let you do all the work."
"Oh really?" He grinned, "Well we shall see about that."
And with that he sank onto her, capturing her mouth in a long, hard kiss that took her breath away. But before she could regain her breath he began to tease and play with the more sensitive parts of her body, stroking and manipulating to his own liking, yet she moaned with pleasure beneath him.
As she convulsed he entered her and began to quickly move his length in and out of her. She almost screamed at the pleasure of both having an orgasm and being entered at the same time, and her hands gripped and twisted in his hair and he thrust in and out of her constantly gaining speed.
Hermione wrapped her slim legs around his waist and pushed her hips up to meet his every stroke, in an effort to allow him maximum access. Draco leaned his head closer to hers, and she felt his hot breath on her neck.
Draco gently coaxed one of her legs up to his shoulder and at the same time slowed down his thrusts. Her moans became softer as she enjoyed the same sensation as before, and she wriggled beneath him, guiding her most sensitive spot to meet his length.
Soon enough his own body trembled and relaxed and he fell on top of Hermione.
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"'Morning." Hermione whispered into his ear. Draco opened a sleepy eye and grunted a response.
"You really aren't a morning person are you?" She laughed-another grunted response.
She kissed him;
"I'll get you coffee."
He smiled a thank you and closed his eyes, pulling the cover over his head in an attempt to block out the mid-morning sun that threatened to blind his tired eyes as Hermione threw open the curtains.
He listened intently and amused to Hermione bustling into he kitchen, signing a muggle song to herself;
You're kinda pretty you can cover in make-up, Cover in perfume too. Moonlight, mud fight, any kinda sunlight, Still come shining through.
Stuff it with cakes, see if it breaks, Put her in the oven, she how she bakes. You're kinda pretty you can gas mark eleven, But you can't ever overdo.
Obviously not knowing anymore, Hermione slipped into humming the rest of the song, smiling as she placed the steaming mug on the side next to the bed. Draco waited for her hand to leave the cup before he pulled her onto the bed. She shrieked playfully as he kissed and tickled her before drawing her into a passionate embrace.
There was a knock at the door and Hermione jumped up;
"Hide!" She gasped, throwing the covers over Draco's head, before putting on a dressing gown and opening the door;
"Ginny!" She exclaimed, "Hi. What are you doing here?"
"Just fancied a chat. Did you enjoy the ball last night? I saw you and Ron were looking happy..." She stopped, "Erm...is he here?" Draco panicked, so did Hermione.
"Um, no...no, what makes you say that?" Hermione spluttered.
"'Mione, I can see the body shaped lump in the bed."
Draco heard Hermione walking over to the bed and felt her pat the covers on top of him in a useless attempt to hide his shape.
"There's no-one here Gin."
"'Mione don't lie to me, I know someone's here." Ginny's voice was shaking slightly, "Ron didn't go as a pirate last night."
Draco peered out of the tiny gap the folds of the covers had produced; Ginny was stood just inside of the door, pointing at Draco's discarded pirate costume on the chair in the corner.
"In fact," Ginny continued, "I can only think of one wizard who was at the ball last night, dressed as a pirate. Please tell me it's someone else and I'm mistaken."
Hermione shook her head;
"I can't." She whispered, "I'm sorry Gin."
"Draco?"
Hermione nodded silently.
Suddenly Draco felt cold air on his semi-naked form as the covers were thrown off him. He silently thanked the Gods for boxers and looked up to be greeted by a very angry red-headed sixteen year old Gryffindor.
Ginny shrieked;
"Gods Hermione, what the hell were you thinking? You shagged Malfoy? That horrid piece of Slytherin scum? But he's awful. He's made your life hell for years, he's a complete and utter bastard, he's..."
"In the room and hear every word your saying about me." Draco interrupted, "I can be offended you know."
The fiery young red-head turned on him, her eyes blazing;
"You?" She spat, "You are a cold blooded, heartless man whore who has absolutely no feelings whatsoever and wouldn't know affection if it bit him in the backside and waved a sign around in front of your slimy face declaring itself to be affection. You deliberately manipulated my best friend into having sex with you just so you could add another notch to your bed post of one night stands."
"It's been happening since Halloween." Hermione spoke up.
"Oh so when Dumbledore said you were away on Head Boy and Girl duties that's what he meant did he?"
"No! Gods Gin will you shut up and listen to yourself and to us explain." Hermione sighed, but Ginny was on a roll, with no intentions of stopping.
"You've been sleeping with the King if Slytherin since October and you want me to calm down?"
"I am still here you know," Draco spoke up, "and you really should just listen to Hermione."
"Shut up Malfoy. Merlin Hermione, just wait 'til Harry finds out, and Ron...they'll kill you both."
"Harry knows, he..."
This was too much for Ginny, and she began pacing the room angrily pointing fingers and Hermione and Draco;
"Harry knows? Bloody great, even my boyfriend and the nemesis of Malfoy knows and has turned a blind eye. Has the whole world gone mad? He should have Avada'd both your asses when he found out. Anyone with half a brain cell would have. What is it "love Malfoy week?" Ugh...honestly...he's a bloody muggle hater, everyone knows that. Probably in league with he-who- must-not-be-named, just like the rest of his family and filthy house. Whole lot of them are rotten to the core yet you go shagging the worst of them all...."
Hermione had had enough and grabbed the younger girl's wrist and looked into her eyes;
"Sit down." She growled.
The younger girl stared and began to open her mouth to protest, but a glare form Hermione kept her quiet and she promptly shut it again when she saw the look in the Head Girls' eyes. She sat down, her large brown eyes darting between Hermione and Draco.
"Right," Hermione began, "now you've got that out of your system you can listen to what we've got to say."
Ginny sat perfectly quiet as Hermione patiently explained about everything- her and Draco's involvement with The Order as spies, how they had been marked (she showed Ginny her Dark Mark-a sight that produced a great gasp form the younger Gryffindor), their relationship and their feelings for each other, how Harry had found out and reacted and how they hadn't told Ron yet.
When she had finished Ginny stared at them both;
"You love each other?"
"Yes." Hermione replied, reaching for Draco's hand. He took it, smiling and nodding in agreement; he felt he should refrain from actually saying anything for fear of being castrated by Ginny.
"Will you tell Ron?!" Ginny asked.
"In our own time." Hermione answered.
"He deserves to know."
I know he does Gin, and we won't keep it from him forever but you know what he's like; he'll over react and that endangers the mission. We can't afford for that to happen."
Ginny nodded, understanding.
"I won't tell him." She promised."
"Thanks." Draco smiled, braving to speak to Hermione's friend, shocked when she returned the smile.
"I'd better go." Ginny said, "My head hurts from all these revelations. I need to go speak to Harry about it. I'm supposed to be meeting him anyway."
"Fair enough." Hermione smiled, hugging the younger witch. "I'll talk to you later."
"Defiantly. Bye Mal...Draco." Ginny faltered.
"Bye Ginny." He responded.
As the door closed behind Ginny he turned to Hermione and the pair collapsed into fits of giggles.
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The Innocents were first of Wizarding kind to come to Earth and use magic. They drew there natural power from the Earth Goddess (Who I suppose is a bit like Mother Nature), they were the first 'pure-bloods'. However, when the Dark Ones arrived on Earth they stole all the power from the Innocents and the Earth Goddess, so they ceased to exist. The Dark Ones are evil wizards, rulers of the underworld and dark Magic; they made the Earth barren and sparse so nothing could live. The Innocents were re-born centuries later in the form of what the wizards of today now call The Ancients. They were re-born to assist on the restoration of balance and harmony on Earth-Good vs. Evil etc. they constantly battle with the Dark Ones in order to keep this balance. Neither can be called upon lightly for help and both are easily angered of called by someone unworthy.
I hope that explains it a bit more clearly. Although at the moment it doesn't matter massively as even I don't know where I'm going with it. If it still needs it I will explain it more in later Chapters.
Longest Chapter yet; 5551 words :o)
This has been proofread but I often miss things so I apologise for any spelling/grammar mistakes.
N.B. I don't own anything you recognise and yes, the fancy dress ball is just an excuse for me to dress everyone up. The lyrics are Ghost of the Robots' "Smile" and The Beautiful South "Pretty".
Chapter 14-Duties of a Head Boy
December the fifteenth; the Yule Ball was drawing ever closer and, pushing all thoughts of Voldemort and Lucius from their heads, Hermione and Draco attended a meeting with the prefects and staff to ensure that everything was in order for the forthcoming festivity.
"OK," Hermione began, "now as you know, myself and Draco have organised the music and we received confirmation from the Silver Snakes yesterday." This comment resulted in a series of whoops and cheers from those of wizarding families who knew of the band. The muggleborns, who were less educated in the bands of the wizarding world merely smiled politely, exchanging looks of confusion. Hermione smiled and continued; "OK, next on the agenda; decoration. I can't believe how late we've left this." She turned to the staff, "Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick; are you still happy to be responsible for the decoration."
"Oh yes!" Flitwick cried in child-like excitement, nearly falling from his chair. McGonagall nodded her approval at the statement.
"Good, right then prefects, what suggestions have you got for the decorations?" Asked Hermione, poising a Quick Quotes Quill on the parchment in front of her.
"Ice sculptors." Piped up Colin Creevey immediately.
"Fairies." Called up Ginny Weasley as Hermione's quill flew across the parchment taking notes, "they'd look so pretty flying around the Great Hall."
"Snow." A Hufflepuff prefect suggested, "Like we had at the Christmas meal last year. You know, it was exactly like the real thing but it wasn't cold or wet...that was great."
"Bubbles." Came another suggestion.
"Lots of fairy lights."
"Ooh, can we enchant the enchanted ceiling to look like the real Northern Lights?!"
This last suggestion was greeted by a chorus of agreements.
"Right, I think that's enough," Hermione laughed, "We don't want our professors falling ill through exhaustion." She turned to McGonagall and Flitwick, "Are you OK to sort through this list and decide what's best?" She asked.
"Certainly." McGonagall answered, taking the list from Hermione's outstretched hand. Hermione smiled and sat down, reading through her own notes she had drawn up before moving onto the next item.
Draco was watching the proceedings silently from the other side of the room, freely allowing his mind to phase out and wander away from the dealings; he was finding the whole meeting extremely tedious and girly and really did not want to be there. He was in a bad enough mood as it was; he had finally realised that he would be unable to go to the ball with Hermione and that meant he did not even want to go, let alone plan the bloody thing.
Of course neither of these were an option, as Head Boy he had to plan and attend the ball, so he had resorted to going with Pansy Parkinson, which he was not looking forward to. They had had an on/off relationship ever since the beginning of fourth year; he'd finish it with her, play around a bit then take her back when her puppy eyes became too much for his conscious to bear. But it had finally come to a head at the end of sixth year. Draco had broken it off with a pretty fifth year Ravenclaw, Jennifer Gemra; for the life of him he couldn't remember why. She'd been pretty, intelligent and funny; knowing him he'd probably decided bored-true or not-wanting to live up to his 'Playboy' image.
Anyway, once he'd broken it off with Jessica, Pansy had been all over him again and he'd taken her back, again, stating that he didn't want anything serious-Pansy had claimed to be fine with this, but eight weeks into the relationship she'd got clingy and Draco couldn't handle it so he'd chucked her, for the final time. She'd looked positively ecstatic when he'd asked her to the ball-having found out Jessica was already going with someone else-but now he was becoming concerned-he severely hoped she didn't think this meant they were back together.
Much to Draco's annoyance Hermione and Ron had spoken since the incident Draco had observed in the pensive and so, being back on friendly speaking terms, they were attending the ball together. Draco had sulked and protested, asking why she couldn't go with Potter but, as Hermione sensibly pointed out, as he was dating the female Weasley-who was a prefect-they would be going together. And so Draco's sulk had continued and was still going. He decided he should probably be paying attention to whatever was being said and tuned back into what was being said; apparently they had been discussing food.
"...so we'll go with the enchanted menus." Hermione was finishing saying, flicking once more through her notes, "OK, I think that's everything-you've all got your costumes haven't you?!" A series of "yes's" answered her. "Right then, Draco, have you anything you want to add?"
"Uh-uh." He grunted, shaking his head and refusing point blank to engage in this frivolous and pointless engagement of the supposedly most intelligent pupils Hogwarts had to offer.
Hermione glared at him and turned back to the prefects:
"OK then, well I guess that's everything. I'll see you all at the ball- Seven O'clock outside the great Hall main doors with your partners, remember they don't have to be prefects. Please don't be late-as prefects we have to open the ball with the first dance. See you all then."
There was a rustling of papers as everyone got up to leave.
"Draco!" Hermione called, but he ignored her, leaving the room and not looking back.
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Draco stormed up to his rooms, slamming doors on the way and handing out detentions to anyone who looked too happy. Why was life so unfair?! The one thing he'd ever truly loved and he couldn't even have her to himself; he still had to share and compete with Weasley.
Once inside his rooms Draco threw himself onto his bed, punching his pillow as he did so, wishing it was the Weasel's face,
Some time later he heard movement behind him and turned to see Hermione standing at the foot of his bed. He rolled over onto his front again, ignoring her presence.
"Are you planning on growing up any time soon?" She snapped.
"No!"
"For the love of Merlin Draco, this is completely pathetic and childish."
"Don't care."
"Look, I know this isn't the best situation for us to be in but we haven't really got much choice when you look at it logically..."
"I'm sick of being logical." Draco interrupted, "All my life I've had to be logical and do what's thought to be best and what's expected. For once I want to rebel and do what's not expected."
"Let me finish please. You're already rebelling against the Draco, and you know it. You're fighting for what's right but you can't do it in the open, same as our relationship. I want to go with you too but you know as well as I do that it's just not possible, not matter how much we want it to be. If either house finds out about us we won't live to see Christmas. To be honest I'm surprised they haven't found out about it already: I'm sure Voldemort saw us together at the Halloween ball, and if he didn't then another Death Eater surely must have."
"I know for a fact that Voldemort saw us, but I don't know why he was so pleased about it."
"Neither do I, perhaps we should ask Snape or Dumbledore about that."
"Mmm." Draco replied, returning once more to his childish sulk.
"Oh come on." Hermione sighed exasperated, placing her hands on her hips and fixing him with a steely, determined glare, "you can't sulk forever."
"Yes I can and I intend to; I'm sick and tired of having to sneak around, pretending to hate you when I don't...I really don't."
"I know, but there's nothing we can do about it."
"Yes there is 'Mi." Draco smiled, turning to face her, "We can go tot he ball together-make a statement, show the school."
"Show then what exactly?! Our heads when they've been hexed off by our houses?!"
"'Mi!" Draco whined, turning his newly acquired puppy eyes on the young witch; she smiled and moved next to him."
"Don't do that," She laughed, "you know I can't say no to you when you do that."
"I know-that's why I do it. So can we?"
"You know we can't-puppy eyes or not." She sighed and a sad look flitted across her pretty face, "It's just not a conceivable plan-you know it's not."
"I know." he muttered and, looking into her eyes he saw the sadness she felt in her heart, burning in the emerald orbs set in her porcelain face He reached out a hand and stroked her midnight locks. She affectionately nuzzled into the warmth of the palm of his hand, looking up at him with seductive eyes framed by her long, dark lashes.
Slowly Draco crawled across the bed on top of her and began caressing her body. She moaned slightly at the contact of his cool hands on her skin as he reached under her robes onto her flesh. She felt so good to touch.
Gently he pushed aside the silk that covered her and began fondling the warmth there. She moaned more as he teased the exposed nub at the top of her sex, gently stroking it as she wiggled beneath his touch. Her hands entwined in his blonde hair as she fell wholly into the pleasure he caused her, and soon her moans came louder and often until explosions ricocheted through her body, causing her to convulse and relax repeatedly.
She lay still until her shallow breaths became even, then she moved towards him, pulling him beneath her, where she began to entertain him. She moved his robes aside and freed his length, taking it in her delicate hands. Draco closed his eyes and smiled slightly as she began to work her hand up and down repeatedly, before licking the yip gently and teasingly. He opened his eyes and looked at her playfully sharply, indicating that he did not appreciate this teasing. She looked back at him innocently before taking him partially in her mouth, still teasing him.
Again and again she repeated this until she finally withdrew her mouth altogether and mounted him. They both moaned as he entered her-she felt so tight and sexy. Together their bodies moved as Hermione rode him, her hands caressing his chest beneath his robes. Draco opened the front of Hermione's robes and shirt and, reaching around her slim body, unclasped the blue silk that encased her breasts. He fondled and caressed them, closing his eyes to enjoy the sensation.
"You're turn." He whispered, and before Hermione could respond he withdrew form her body and rolled her onto h er back, mounting her once more and in the process throwing one of her slim legs over his shoulder, allowing him to penetrate further. Her moan was almost a scream, and her hands clawed at his back as she fought between the new sensation of immense pleasure and slight pain that this fresh position created.
As she allowed the pleasure to win Draco furthered there sensation more by placing her other leg across his other shoulder, he then sped up his thrusts and her ecstatic screams filled the room. He grinned down at her and moved one of his hands to her sex, stroking the nub once more and enhancing her enjoyment even more.
They came together, their breathing laboured and heavy as Draco collapsed onto the panting Hermione, resting on her chest. It rose and fell in short shallow breaths as she tried to control it. Her arms snaked around his body and she held him close.
------------------------------- Late that night Draco awoke with Hermione in his arms: She was awake. She turned to face him and Draco saw there were tears glistening in her eyes.
"What's wrong 'mi?" He whispered.
"Will it ever be OK?" She asked, and Draco could tell it would be no use falsely reassuring her; she wanted...she needed to hear the truth. He sighed.
"I don't know. I hope so, eventually, when it's all over. But whatever happens, we'll see it through together, side by side, to the end. I promise. I'm never going to leave you."
"But what if you do? What if you or I...what if we..." She was unable to finish the sentence and Draco held her closer as she slotted her petite frame into his.
"Nothing will happen to either of us-I promise." He whispered, secretly hoping he could feel as confident as he sounded-he didn't want tog give her false promises, but at this moment ion time he had not idea what the outcome of the war would be.
His answer seemed to satisfy Hermione though and soon her breathing fell even as whispered;
"I love you."
Draco lay still, pretending to be asleep; she'd said it. The feeling of hearing those words made him feel warm inside, yet he didn't reply; he didn't know how to react to her declaration. No-one had ever shown him true emotion like he had just heard. His family were old fashioned when it came to emotions, in that they should not be expressed, and although his Mother occasionally said she loved him, Draco's Father had never said anything of the sorts to his son.
Draco lay still and silent for quite some time before leaning over and kissing the head of the beautiful, young witch next to him. He stroked her hair as he watched her sleep.
"I love you too." He whispered, closing his eyes.
"I know." Came Hermione's voice gently through the dark, "I just wanted to be sure you knew it too."
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The evening of the Yule ball arrived and the castle was full of light, noise, warmth and excitement. Draco and Hermione lay curled up together in Draco's bed, wrapped in blankets and cupping warm drinks. It was Five O'clock and they had three hours before the ball began. They lay in silence, holding each other and staring into the fire at the foot of the bed, as Voldemort's head appeared in it.
Hermione stepped from beneath the covers and Draco moved to the fire.
"My Lord, how may I assist you?"
It is not your company I require Draco." The red slits moved to Hermione; "My Raven."
He didn't need to say any more. His head vanished from the fireplace and Hermione rose from the bed, transfiguring her underwear into black PVC bustier and micro skirt. She stepped into the fire.
Draco stared into the fireplace, anxious and still.
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Hermione returned after just over an hour, and Draco rose from his chair to embrace her.
"What did he want?" He asked, noticing her body was not covered in the lacerations of her last meeting with the Dark Lord.
"He needed...relief." Hermione responded quietly, transfiguring her PVC outfit into jeans and T-shirt and pulling herself into Draco's arms. He kissed the top of her head and held her as she silently sobbed out the painful emotions of her encounter.
"Are you going to be OK?" He asked tentatively, not wanting to cause any more upset.
She nodded, wiping her eyes;
"I'll have to be won't I; we've got the ball in less than two hours." She smiled weakly, pulling away from him and looking into his eyes. "Speaking of which I need to get ready." She kissed him lovingly, "I'll be OK, I promise. This is just something I have to do."
Draco nodded, semi-understanding her unwillingness to discuss that night's events, and her determination to survive through it all, for it not to beat her.
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Soon enough Draco was making his way down to the Great Hall with Pansy on his arm. They had opted to go ion fancy dress-as had the whole school it seemed-and they went as a Pirate and his wench. However, ever the sophisticated Slytherin Draco had refused point blank to wear many of the pirate outfits Pansy had chosen, and had finally decided on a balloon sleeved white shirt with a long dark green waistcoat, fine leather belt, green sash around his waist, black trousers and long pirate boots. A handsome, ornate sword hung by his side and he wore a green sash around his head. Pansy wore a low cut, flowing dress of varying green and blacks, and she eyed Draco greedily as they stopped at the Hall's doors.
The prefects and Head pupil's were to enter the Hall together with their partners and open the Ball. Draco heard Pansy hiss and turned; his heart skipped a beat.
Hermione was walking towards them, her arm through Ron's. She looked so beautiful Draco simply wanted to hold her forever and never let go. He satisfied himself by just looking.
She appeared to glide on air towards the small party of prefects, and a soft light seemed to radiate from her. She was dressed as a fairy; her slim frame encased in a short, strapless dress made of varying lengths and layers of shining silk, chiffon and fine lace, in different shades of pale blues, pinks, lilacs and silvers that fell around her slender thighs. On her feet she wore elegant silver court shoes and her midnight curls fell tousled and wild down her back and around her shoulders, framing her radiant face. Ornately decorated wings protruded from her beneath the hair that fell down her back, almost as though they were attached to her. They shimmered softly and moved as though by a breeze.
Ron was wearing something in varying shades of green; Draco didn't pay him much attention and didn't care to.
Hermione gave Draco a quick smile, which he carefully returned before she was pulled into a large hug by a flash of red and a squeal; Ginny and Harry had arrived.
"Oh 'Mione, you look beautiful." Ginny was gushing.
"So do you Gin-the princess dress was defiantly the right choice."
The two girls fell into a conversation that, to Draco, seemed to consist simply of giggles and whispers. He glanced over to where Harry and Ron stood-it was hard to tell who looked the most unimpressed. Harry, it appeared, was a knight-a large golden lion emblazoned his red tunic, over a deeper red coloured shirt ("Ever the Gryffindor"). Draco focused on Ron-he still had no idea what the Weasel was supposed to be, but whatever it was it obviously involved him having to wear different shades of green-all of which clashed terribly with his hair.
Moments later Dumbledore greeted them.
"Shall we then." He said.
Pansy immediately latched herself onto Draco's arm once more. He forced a relaxed grin onto his face as she denied his right arm of circulation.
Dumbledore lead the small procession through the grand doors and even Draco had to suppress a gasp as he surveyed the decorations that adorned the Hall.
The enchanted ceiling had indeed been re-enchanted to look exactly like the Northern Lights, and delicate flakes of snow and glitter fell from it, swirling around the Great Hall in flurries. Eleven large Christmas trees stood around the hall, decorated with icicles, bubbles, lights and fireflies, and behind the Head table stood a twelfth tree, even larger than the others, hung with silver trinkets and surrounded by flying fairies, all sprinkling glittering fairy dust all around.
"Oh Draco, isn't it romantic." Gasped Pansy, trying to grasp his hand. He took it reluctantly and led her to the dance floor, followed by Hermione, Ron and the rest of the prefects and their partners.
The Silver Snakes struck up a slow, Christmas ballad and the couples began to move slowly in time to the song.
As Draco danced he occasionally caught Hermione's eyes over the shoulder of their partners. She looked at him longingly and blew him a kiss, before returning her gaze back to Ron.
After what seemed like an eternity other students joined the prefects on the floor and he lost sight of the only witch he wanted in his arms that night. Pansy constantly moved towards him in an attempt to kiss him; he repeatedly dodged the unwanted attention and she finally seemed to get the hint.
Over Pansy's shoulder Draco caught sight of Blaise Zabini grinning back at him as his hands attempted to roam the body of the Greek Goddess in his arms, who was continually refusing his efforts. Draco smirked as Professor Sinistra crept up behind Blaise and tapped him on the shoulder before splitting the pair up and deducting points from both houses. The Greek Goddess turned and smiled at Draco; it was Jessica-Draco scowled and made a note to give Blaise a hard time about that next time he saw him; leaving him stuck with Pansy was a rotten trick and he knew damn well Zabini had done it on purpose.
Another slow song began;
In, I'm falling in,
I didn't want to,
Not so fast boy,
Slow
Don't wanna hurt the girl
Get her a pretty box
You'd better fill it.
And I get blinded when she opens the door
It's like looking at the sun, you know
And I'm just blinkin', mumblin', starin' at my shoes,
And she just looks at me
And smiles
And smiles, smiles, smiles.
Draco listened to the Silver Snakes latest song and couldn't help but watch Hermione dance in Ron's arms. He felt a large pang of jealousy in his chest as he watched them laugh together. The subtle snow flakes and glitter fell all around her, landing in her dark hair and on her eyelashes, which she now focused on Draco and blinked seductively at him.
So there we go again,
And it feels so good,
To fall up and down,
Damn, it's 2am again
And she kisses me goodbye
For the sixteenth time
And I'm drivin' home, it's 5am
And I look at the sun come up over the hills
And the clouds are turnin' pink and green,
And all I can see is her eyes
Eyes, eyes
His heart pulled in his chest as he tore his eyes away from her and focused on the skinny Slytherin in his own arms. Pansy was whining about something or other and he was still paying her no attention at all-he didn't care that she had to mingle with muggleborns or that the snow made her itch or that the lead singer was not as cute in real life. He didn't care about any of it.
And I get blinded when she opens the door
It's like looking at the sun, you know
And I'm just blinkin', mumblin', starin' at my shoes,
And she just looks at me
And smiles
And smiles, smiles, smiles.
The meal and the ret of the ball where nothing but a whirl of glitter polite conversation for Draco, and, much too late in his opinion, he was escorting Pansy back to the Slytherin common room.
"Why don't you come in Draco?" She purred, leaning against the cold, stone wall in a way she thought seductive.
"Erm , no thanks Pansy-I'd better get back...Dumbledore...meeting."
"At this time?!"
"Er, yeah...feedback on how we think the ball went, you know; boring, crap stuff but he insists on doing it anyway."
"So? Make the Granger botch do it. Don't you miss me?"
"Look Pansy, I'm not getting into this now; I've had a really great night and I'll see you in class OK?"
OK." She replied, outing slightly. "I'll save it all up for you."
Draco gave her a sneer and she practically melted where she stood. He turned and walked away, shuddering slightly, not wanting to think about what she was saving up for him.
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Draco made his way to Hermione's rooms and slid into the bed next to her, she wriggled closer.
"Mmm, I missed you tonight."
"I missed you too 'Mi."
"What took you so long to get here-I'd almost given up on you."
"Well I'm glad you didn't. Wild horses wouldn't have kept me away much longer, although Pansy tried to. Well, she didn't know I was coming here but I had to walk her back to the common room and she tried to rekindle the nonexistent romance between us. Don't worry." He added, seeing the panic flit across Hermione's face, "nothing happened; I've been saving it for you."
Another smile and more warmth when her soft skin slid against his as her small hands roamed his body once more. He pulled her closer as she grabbed the covers over their heads.
They sank into the covers and pillows as they explored each others body with their hands and mouths. Draco planted small kisses all over Hermione's face and neck as she caressed his lean torso with her nimble fingers.
Suddenly she lay on her back and looked up at him; her hair fanning around her head, her eyes gazing at him seductively. He looked at her questioningly. She smiled;
"I thought I'd relax and let you do all the work."
"Oh really?" He grinned, "Well we shall see about that."
And with that he sank onto her, capturing her mouth in a long, hard kiss that took her breath away. But before she could regain her breath he began to tease and play with the more sensitive parts of her body, stroking and manipulating to his own liking, yet she moaned with pleasure beneath him.
As she convulsed he entered her and began to quickly move his length in and out of her. She almost screamed at the pleasure of both having an orgasm and being entered at the same time, and her hands gripped and twisted in his hair and he thrust in and out of her constantly gaining speed.
Hermione wrapped her slim legs around his waist and pushed her hips up to meet his every stroke, in an effort to allow him maximum access. Draco leaned his head closer to hers, and she felt his hot breath on her neck.
Draco gently coaxed one of her legs up to his shoulder and at the same time slowed down his thrusts. Her moans became softer as she enjoyed the same sensation as before, and she wriggled beneath him, guiding her most sensitive spot to meet his length.
Soon enough his own body trembled and relaxed and he fell on top of Hermione.
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"'Morning." Hermione whispered into his ear. Draco opened a sleepy eye and grunted a response.
"You really aren't a morning person are you?" She laughed-another grunted response.
She kissed him;
"I'll get you coffee."
He smiled a thank you and closed his eyes, pulling the cover over his head in an attempt to block out the mid-morning sun that threatened to blind his tired eyes as Hermione threw open the curtains.
He listened intently and amused to Hermione bustling into he kitchen, signing a muggle song to herself;
You're kinda pretty you can cover in make-up, Cover in perfume too. Moonlight, mud fight, any kinda sunlight, Still come shining through.
Stuff it with cakes, see if it breaks, Put her in the oven, she how she bakes. You're kinda pretty you can gas mark eleven, But you can't ever overdo.
Obviously not knowing anymore, Hermione slipped into humming the rest of the song, smiling as she placed the steaming mug on the side next to the bed. Draco waited for her hand to leave the cup before he pulled her onto the bed. She shrieked playfully as he kissed and tickled her before drawing her into a passionate embrace.
There was a knock at the door and Hermione jumped up;
"Hide!" She gasped, throwing the covers over Draco's head, before putting on a dressing gown and opening the door;
"Ginny!" She exclaimed, "Hi. What are you doing here?"
"Just fancied a chat. Did you enjoy the ball last night? I saw you and Ron were looking happy..." She stopped, "Erm...is he here?" Draco panicked, so did Hermione.
"Um, no...no, what makes you say that?" Hermione spluttered.
"'Mione, I can see the body shaped lump in the bed."
Draco heard Hermione walking over to the bed and felt her pat the covers on top of him in a useless attempt to hide his shape.
"There's no-one here Gin."
"'Mione don't lie to me, I know someone's here." Ginny's voice was shaking slightly, "Ron didn't go as a pirate last night."
Draco peered out of the tiny gap the folds of the covers had produced; Ginny was stood just inside of the door, pointing at Draco's discarded pirate costume on the chair in the corner.
"In fact," Ginny continued, "I can only think of one wizard who was at the ball last night, dressed as a pirate. Please tell me it's someone else and I'm mistaken."
Hermione shook her head;
"I can't." She whispered, "I'm sorry Gin."
"Draco?"
Hermione nodded silently.
Suddenly Draco felt cold air on his semi-naked form as the covers were thrown off him. He silently thanked the Gods for boxers and looked up to be greeted by a very angry red-headed sixteen year old Gryffindor.
Ginny shrieked;
"Gods Hermione, what the hell were you thinking? You shagged Malfoy? That horrid piece of Slytherin scum? But he's awful. He's made your life hell for years, he's a complete and utter bastard, he's..."
"In the room and hear every word your saying about me." Draco interrupted, "I can be offended you know."
The fiery young red-head turned on him, her eyes blazing;
"You?" She spat, "You are a cold blooded, heartless man whore who has absolutely no feelings whatsoever and wouldn't know affection if it bit him in the backside and waved a sign around in front of your slimy face declaring itself to be affection. You deliberately manipulated my best friend into having sex with you just so you could add another notch to your bed post of one night stands."
"It's been happening since Halloween." Hermione spoke up.
"Oh so when Dumbledore said you were away on Head Boy and Girl duties that's what he meant did he?"
"No! Gods Gin will you shut up and listen to yourself and to us explain." Hermione sighed, but Ginny was on a roll, with no intentions of stopping.
"You've been sleeping with the King if Slytherin since October and you want me to calm down?"
"I am still here you know," Draco spoke up, "and you really should just listen to Hermione."
"Shut up Malfoy. Merlin Hermione, just wait 'til Harry finds out, and Ron...they'll kill you both."
"Harry knows, he..."
This was too much for Ginny, and she began pacing the room angrily pointing fingers and Hermione and Draco;
"Harry knows? Bloody great, even my boyfriend and the nemesis of Malfoy knows and has turned a blind eye. Has the whole world gone mad? He should have Avada'd both your asses when he found out. Anyone with half a brain cell would have. What is it "love Malfoy week?" Ugh...honestly...he's a bloody muggle hater, everyone knows that. Probably in league with he-who- must-not-be-named, just like the rest of his family and filthy house. Whole lot of them are rotten to the core yet you go shagging the worst of them all...."
Hermione had had enough and grabbed the younger girl's wrist and looked into her eyes;
"Sit down." She growled.
The younger girl stared and began to open her mouth to protest, but a glare form Hermione kept her quiet and she promptly shut it again when she saw the look in the Head Girls' eyes. She sat down, her large brown eyes darting between Hermione and Draco.
"Right," Hermione began, "now you've got that out of your system you can listen to what we've got to say."
Ginny sat perfectly quiet as Hermione patiently explained about everything- her and Draco's involvement with The Order as spies, how they had been marked (she showed Ginny her Dark Mark-a sight that produced a great gasp form the younger Gryffindor), their relationship and their feelings for each other, how Harry had found out and reacted and how they hadn't told Ron yet.
When she had finished Ginny stared at them both;
"You love each other?"
"Yes." Hermione replied, reaching for Draco's hand. He took it, smiling and nodding in agreement; he felt he should refrain from actually saying anything for fear of being castrated by Ginny.
"Will you tell Ron?!" Ginny asked.
"In our own time." Hermione answered.
"He deserves to know."
I know he does Gin, and we won't keep it from him forever but you know what he's like; he'll over react and that endangers the mission. We can't afford for that to happen."
Ginny nodded, understanding.
"I won't tell him." She promised."
"Thanks." Draco smiled, braving to speak to Hermione's friend, shocked when she returned the smile.
"I'd better go." Ginny said, "My head hurts from all these revelations. I need to go speak to Harry about it. I'm supposed to be meeting him anyway."
"Fair enough." Hermione smiled, hugging the younger witch. "I'll talk to you later."
"Defiantly. Bye Mal...Draco." Ginny faltered.
"Bye Ginny." He responded.
As the door closed behind Ginny he turned to Hermione and the pair collapsed into fits of giggles.