Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all.
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Pairing: Hermione/Draco
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Rating: R starting with THIS chapter
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Summary: It's the summer after sixth year and Hermione Granger has been through hell at home. Without anyone to comfort her, she walks out on her parents and finally flees to Hogwarts. What happens when she arrives is completely unexpected.
I'll go ahead and apologize for any errors. I'm really tired but needed to get this up.
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Chapter 4: I Want You
***Hermione's POV***
I awoke suddenly. What startled me so much that I had nearly jumped off the bed in shock? It was something in my dream, but I couldn't remember what. I had no idea as to what I had been dreaming except that I was sweating. I looked down the bed and didn't recognize it.
While I was trying to remember where I was, a pale hand had appeared on my stomach. I followed the hand and arm with my eyes to find a person staring at me with worried eyes. What was I doing in bed with Draco Malfoy? I jumped out of the bed, attempting to be graceful, yet only managed to get my feet trapped in the blanket and fall to my knees. He sat up and scrambled to the floor to help me to my feet.
I let him take my hands and pull me to stand beside him. I shot him a look that said he had better explain himself. His expression plainly said that he was worried. Could he be worried about me? Nah. This was Malfoy. We may be trying to be friends, but that didn't mean he really cared. After what seemed like ages, he spoke.
"Hermione, why are you looking at me like that? Do you not remember last night? Talk to me."
"Sorry." I shook my head and tried to remember. Eventually, I knew. It wasn't his fault that I was in his bed. We had fallen asleep together. It had been my choice. I could have gone back to my room, but I chose to stay with him and comfort him. Goody. "Sorry, I had forgotten. My mind doesn't work too well first thing in the morning. I remember now."
"You sound upset. What's wrong? Is it last night?"
"No. I'm just... well... I think I made the wrong decision in staying maybe. I hope I didn't give you the wrong idea. You do understand that I just want to be friends right now?"
"I know. After last night, I know that. But I don't want your pity, only your friendship. I can't stand sympathy. I've never been shown sympathy until you. No one has ever wanted to be my friend just because. They always had a reason. Pansy for my money and my heritage. Blaise for politics - his parents are both Death Eaters. Crabbe and Goyle because of our families' ties and because they needed a leader. I've been used all my life. Even you. You wanted to use me to get back at Potter. How is your plan going now Granger? Did I screw it up for you?"
"What's the matter with you? One minute you're all nice, the next you're sounding like you did three years ago, all snobby and sneering at me. I told you I was sorry. What more do you want?" An excited grin lit his face and eyes. He lifted his hand to cup my cheek.
"You, Hermione. Just you." He said it so softly and seriously and with such heat that I gasped in surprise. He wanted me? I thought I knew what he meant, but I had to ask to be sure.
"What do you mean Draco?" A small smile appeared on my face in an attempt to hide my nervousness. My breath shook slightly as I exhaled.
"Oh, I think you now exactly what I mean." That feral gleam appeared in his eyes again and he ran his thumb over my lips. Yep, I knew what he meant alright. But did I want it? Hell yes! I had wanted him for nearly two years, just because I couldn't have him. Now that I knew I could, what was I going to do with him?
"Too bad we only have half an hour before class starts. We could have had a little fun. But I have to shower and get dressed and we have to get our schedules." His face fell at my words. I thought I knew how to remedy his sadness. I reached up and placed my hand on his cheek and made him look into my eyes. I stood up on tiptoes and firmly planted my mouth on his. He jumped in surprise, but was soon kissing me forcefully. I let him devour my mouth for a moment then pulled back and stepped toward the door.
"I've got to go." I whispered. I walked through the door and ran down the stairs. He stood at the top of the steps watching me with what seemed like sadness in his eyes. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he'd wanted me to stay.
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Most of the morning passed in an uneventful blur. Harry said nothing but "Good morning." when I went up to him at breakfast. He didn't even want to compare schedules. Maybe he was still mulling everything over and needed some time to think. I thought that was for the best and he wouldn't be grilling me on anything. Ron, however, wouldn't even look at me. Fine by me.
Transfiguration passed quickly. Professor McGonagall didn't even give us homework which was surprising given that this was our NEWT year. She did lecture us for half an hour on the importance of doing well on out NEWTs. Actually, every professor gave the same lecture with an emphasis on their particular subject. Professor Snape made sure to remind us that he had only accepted the best of his sixth year Potions students and we were among the few.
However, we did receive a foot-long paper on the properties of dragon's blood from Professor Snape. Professor Moody gave us a list of curses to practice that we were to perfect within the next three weeks. In Arithmancy, we were assigned chapters one through three to read a write a two-foot long summary of. Both papers were due the next class date, so after dinner I rushed back to my room to start my work.
I found Draco already writing his Arithmancy sumaries with his books spread on the table. I started to go into the library, but Draco called to me to join him at the table and moved his books to one side. I sat across from him on the couch and placed my books on my half of the table.
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They tried to concentrate on their homework, but both their minds were elsewhere. Each of them were thinking about the morning's activites. And both were secretly hoping to take it further that night. As they finished their paper on the properties of dragon's blood, they looked at each other expectantly. Finally, Hermione spoke, "Draco, about this morning. What... why... umm..."
"What do you mean?" Draco thought he knew exactly what her question would be, but had no idea how to answer her.
"Why did you let me kiss you? I mean, I liked it and all, but why did you?" She looked down at the floor as she spoke as if embarrassed by her question.
"I'm not sure of that myself. It just seemed like the thing to do at the moment. But I don't mean that I'm no attracted to you or don't want to kiss you again. Because I do." Draco moved to sit down beside Hermione on the couch. He placed a hand lightly on her kneww and massaged her leg until she closed her eyes and a soft sigh escaped her lips. He slowly maneuved his hand up her thigh to her him. Her eyes flew open and she grabbed her hand, but instead of pushing him away like he expected, she lifted it to her mouth and kissed his palm gently. Then she sucked one into her mouth seductively. He moaned in pleasure and quickly captured her mouthy in a thorough but passionate kiss. Her back arched over the arm of the couch until he was forced to kneel between her knees. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled closer to him with her arms. He snuck his arm behind her to gaurd her back against the hard couch. The kiss intensified until they pulled apart, gasping for air.
Hermione looked at Draco and asked, "Shall we take this up to your room or mine? Or would you rather stay here?" A mischievious, but sexy smile replaced her former nervous grin.
"Your room." Draco said as he lifted her into his arms which were surprisingly strong from six years of Quidditch. He carried her up the stairs easily, kicked open the door, and laid her gently on the crimson bed.
He kicked off his shoes and removed hers then crawled onto the bed. He dimmed the lights with a flick of his wand and placed it on the table. He slid down beside her and began to kiss her again. He trailed his fingers along her cheeks and jawline, his tongue tracing a hot path not far behind. If this was the only time he was allowed to be this close to her, he wanted to do it his way, slow and gentle.
He assumed that this would be her first time, assumed she was a virgin. He assumed wrong. He found out that she knew what she was doing because soon she had removed his robe while he was still working on her shirt. She quickly unfastened all the buttons on his long-sleeved white shirt and pulled it from his arms, throwing it to the floor. His white undershirt soon followed along with her own shirt.
Hermione's heart was racing. She had only done this once before with Harry just before the end of their sixth year. They hadn't meant to. One thing had led to another and suddenly she awoke in a strange bed in the Room of Requirement, naked with her best friend beside her. They had grown apart since then. She vowed to never let sex ruin a friendship again. So far it hadn't.
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Draco slipped off Hermione and rolled onto his side. He played with her stomach, marching his fingers up and down her side. She turned her head to look at him. Both were so exhausted that they couldn't move much more. She rolled onto her side and Draco spooned his body around her. The last thing she heard him say before she drifted into a dreamless sleep was, "You are amazing. I love you."
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Finally some action... What do you think? Can't wait to see what happens next.... R&R....
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Pairing: Hermione/Draco
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Rating: R starting with THIS chapter
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Summary: It's the summer after sixth year and Hermione Granger has been through hell at home. Without anyone to comfort her, she walks out on her parents and finally flees to Hogwarts. What happens when she arrives is completely unexpected.
I'll go ahead and apologize for any errors. I'm really tired but needed to get this up.
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Chapter 4: I Want You
***Hermione's POV***
I awoke suddenly. What startled me so much that I had nearly jumped off the bed in shock? It was something in my dream, but I couldn't remember what. I had no idea as to what I had been dreaming except that I was sweating. I looked down the bed and didn't recognize it.
While I was trying to remember where I was, a pale hand had appeared on my stomach. I followed the hand and arm with my eyes to find a person staring at me with worried eyes. What was I doing in bed with Draco Malfoy? I jumped out of the bed, attempting to be graceful, yet only managed to get my feet trapped in the blanket and fall to my knees. He sat up and scrambled to the floor to help me to my feet.
I let him take my hands and pull me to stand beside him. I shot him a look that said he had better explain himself. His expression plainly said that he was worried. Could he be worried about me? Nah. This was Malfoy. We may be trying to be friends, but that didn't mean he really cared. After what seemed like ages, he spoke.
"Hermione, why are you looking at me like that? Do you not remember last night? Talk to me."
"Sorry." I shook my head and tried to remember. Eventually, I knew. It wasn't his fault that I was in his bed. We had fallen asleep together. It had been my choice. I could have gone back to my room, but I chose to stay with him and comfort him. Goody. "Sorry, I had forgotten. My mind doesn't work too well first thing in the morning. I remember now."
"You sound upset. What's wrong? Is it last night?"
"No. I'm just... well... I think I made the wrong decision in staying maybe. I hope I didn't give you the wrong idea. You do understand that I just want to be friends right now?"
"I know. After last night, I know that. But I don't want your pity, only your friendship. I can't stand sympathy. I've never been shown sympathy until you. No one has ever wanted to be my friend just because. They always had a reason. Pansy for my money and my heritage. Blaise for politics - his parents are both Death Eaters. Crabbe and Goyle because of our families' ties and because they needed a leader. I've been used all my life. Even you. You wanted to use me to get back at Potter. How is your plan going now Granger? Did I screw it up for you?"
"What's the matter with you? One minute you're all nice, the next you're sounding like you did three years ago, all snobby and sneering at me. I told you I was sorry. What more do you want?" An excited grin lit his face and eyes. He lifted his hand to cup my cheek.
"You, Hermione. Just you." He said it so softly and seriously and with such heat that I gasped in surprise. He wanted me? I thought I knew what he meant, but I had to ask to be sure.
"What do you mean Draco?" A small smile appeared on my face in an attempt to hide my nervousness. My breath shook slightly as I exhaled.
"Oh, I think you now exactly what I mean." That feral gleam appeared in his eyes again and he ran his thumb over my lips. Yep, I knew what he meant alright. But did I want it? Hell yes! I had wanted him for nearly two years, just because I couldn't have him. Now that I knew I could, what was I going to do with him?
"Too bad we only have half an hour before class starts. We could have had a little fun. But I have to shower and get dressed and we have to get our schedules." His face fell at my words. I thought I knew how to remedy his sadness. I reached up and placed my hand on his cheek and made him look into my eyes. I stood up on tiptoes and firmly planted my mouth on his. He jumped in surprise, but was soon kissing me forcefully. I let him devour my mouth for a moment then pulled back and stepped toward the door.
"I've got to go." I whispered. I walked through the door and ran down the stairs. He stood at the top of the steps watching me with what seemed like sadness in his eyes. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he'd wanted me to stay.
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Most of the morning passed in an uneventful blur. Harry said nothing but "Good morning." when I went up to him at breakfast. He didn't even want to compare schedules. Maybe he was still mulling everything over and needed some time to think. I thought that was for the best and he wouldn't be grilling me on anything. Ron, however, wouldn't even look at me. Fine by me.
Transfiguration passed quickly. Professor McGonagall didn't even give us homework which was surprising given that this was our NEWT year. She did lecture us for half an hour on the importance of doing well on out NEWTs. Actually, every professor gave the same lecture with an emphasis on their particular subject. Professor Snape made sure to remind us that he had only accepted the best of his sixth year Potions students and we were among the few.
However, we did receive a foot-long paper on the properties of dragon's blood from Professor Snape. Professor Moody gave us a list of curses to practice that we were to perfect within the next three weeks. In Arithmancy, we were assigned chapters one through three to read a write a two-foot long summary of. Both papers were due the next class date, so after dinner I rushed back to my room to start my work.
I found Draco already writing his Arithmancy sumaries with his books spread on the table. I started to go into the library, but Draco called to me to join him at the table and moved his books to one side. I sat across from him on the couch and placed my books on my half of the table.
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They tried to concentrate on their homework, but both their minds were elsewhere. Each of them were thinking about the morning's activites. And both were secretly hoping to take it further that night. As they finished their paper on the properties of dragon's blood, they looked at each other expectantly. Finally, Hermione spoke, "Draco, about this morning. What... why... umm..."
"What do you mean?" Draco thought he knew exactly what her question would be, but had no idea how to answer her.
"Why did you let me kiss you? I mean, I liked it and all, but why did you?" She looked down at the floor as she spoke as if embarrassed by her question.
"I'm not sure of that myself. It just seemed like the thing to do at the moment. But I don't mean that I'm no attracted to you or don't want to kiss you again. Because I do." Draco moved to sit down beside Hermione on the couch. He placed a hand lightly on her kneww and massaged her leg until she closed her eyes and a soft sigh escaped her lips. He slowly maneuved his hand up her thigh to her him. Her eyes flew open and she grabbed her hand, but instead of pushing him away like he expected, she lifted it to her mouth and kissed his palm gently. Then she sucked one into her mouth seductively. He moaned in pleasure and quickly captured her mouthy in a thorough but passionate kiss. Her back arched over the arm of the couch until he was forced to kneel between her knees. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled closer to him with her arms. He snuck his arm behind her to gaurd her back against the hard couch. The kiss intensified until they pulled apart, gasping for air.
Hermione looked at Draco and asked, "Shall we take this up to your room or mine? Or would you rather stay here?" A mischievious, but sexy smile replaced her former nervous grin.
"Your room." Draco said as he lifted her into his arms which were surprisingly strong from six years of Quidditch. He carried her up the stairs easily, kicked open the door, and laid her gently on the crimson bed.
He kicked off his shoes and removed hers then crawled onto the bed. He dimmed the lights with a flick of his wand and placed it on the table. He slid down beside her and began to kiss her again. He trailed his fingers along her cheeks and jawline, his tongue tracing a hot path not far behind. If this was the only time he was allowed to be this close to her, he wanted to do it his way, slow and gentle.
He assumed that this would be her first time, assumed she was a virgin. He assumed wrong. He found out that she knew what she was doing because soon she had removed his robe while he was still working on her shirt. She quickly unfastened all the buttons on his long-sleeved white shirt and pulled it from his arms, throwing it to the floor. His white undershirt soon followed along with her own shirt.
Hermione's heart was racing. She had only done this once before with Harry just before the end of their sixth year. They hadn't meant to. One thing had led to another and suddenly she awoke in a strange bed in the Room of Requirement, naked with her best friend beside her. They had grown apart since then. She vowed to never let sex ruin a friendship again. So far it hadn't.
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Draco slipped off Hermione and rolled onto his side. He played with her stomach, marching his fingers up and down her side. She turned her head to look at him. Both were so exhausted that they couldn't move much more. She rolled onto her side and Draco spooned his body around her. The last thing she heard him say before she drifted into a dreamless sleep was, "You are amazing. I love you."
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Finally some action... What do you think? Can't wait to see what happens next.... R&R....