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Chapter 10

A gentle shaking by the shoulders woke Hermione up. She opened her eyes and found Draco Malfoy staring back at her, who was leaning over the chair she had slept in. Visions of what had happened the night before flooded her mind when her eyes swooped over his face. Hermione desperately tried to suppress the inevitable blush that came along with envisioning almost-naked and soaking wet Draco in her bathtub.

"Granger, do you mind if I kiss you?" he asked hurriedly.

"What?" Hermione yelped a little confusedly. This was definitely a new manner to start the day.

"I'm being polite and I'm asking you first this time," he said smugly. "Its June 1st, you see."

"Ah" Hermione said, not really knowing what to think. If she understood correctly, Malfoy wanted to kiss her to test his sexual orientation. Mating season was over, so if all was well; he should stop fancying boys. It's not like Hermione could feel flattered for him picking her out, since she was the only girl in close proximity. But then again, this might be the last chance she would get to kiss him. And he himself was offering, so...

"You know Granger, in many cultures silence means consent" Malfoy smirked.

"Okay" Hermione said.

"'Okay', as in..."

"Okay, you can kiss me" Hermione said in a wavering tone of voice. She saw Draco smirking and repositioning himself so he could lean closer to her. Just as her mind had started debating on whether this was such a good idea, Malfoy leaned in and softly stroked his lips against her. It was a gentle caress, barely inexistent. Hermione instantly threw all doubts out the window and let her eyes drift shut to fully enjoy the kiss. Hermione suddenly cringed when she realised that she hadn't brushed her teeth yet.

Yes well, too late for that now.

And besides, Malfoy didn't seem to mind much.

She felt Malfoy's hand caressing her cheek as he put slightly more pressure on her lips. Gods, this was so different from the other two kisses he had given her, which had been passionate, lusty and consuming. This one was gentle and tender, two words she'd never have thought of associating with Draco Malfoy. Draco briefly nibbled on Hermione's bottom lip before running his tongue alongside it, asking permission to go forwards. In reply, Hermione parted her lips. Draco didn't hesitate, slid his tongue inside her mouth, and curled it alongside hers. She instantly reciprocated and they engaged in a heated game of advance and retreat. Hermione felt as if all her senses had grown hypersensitive. She found it exhilarating to feel his breath against her face and the heat of his body against her own. It was as if he was tasting her, drinking her essence and sampling to see if something was there.

After a few more moments of kissing, when they were in dire need for oxygen, their lips parted. They both looked at each other while panting heavily. Hermione was just hoping that she didn't look like the puddle of mush she felt like. Malfoy looked at her with his trademark smirk and went to stand upright again.

"Thanks Granger" he said coolly as he straightened his clothes a bit, turned around and walked out of her room.

"Any time" Hermione answered in a hoarse whisper.

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Draco was on top of the world. No more homosexual urges, no more overheating and the bunny tail was safely in the garbage bin where it belonged.

Draco was quite relieved about the latter; the person staring back at him in the mirror no longer resembling a runaway from the Playboy Mansion's Secret Men's Department.

Always a plus.

But most importantly; he had no more ejaculatory incompetence. When he had first woken up, finding himself in Granger's bed, he had to mentally retrace his tracks to remember how he had gotten there. He could not remember everything, but he did remember Granger breaking up his... thing... with Potter and putting him in her bed.

When suddenly it had occurred to him that it was now June and mating season was over, Draco had quickly tiptoed back to his room to do some necessary 'relieving'. He had released himself from his pyjama bottoms and after only a handful of strokes, pardon the pun, he had climaxed so violently that his eyes had rolled back into his skull and he had actually blanked out for several moments. When Draco had become conscious again, he had re-emerged as a shivering and shuddering satisfied mess who was covered up to his neck in his own cum.

And he was so happy he could cry.

After he had taken a quick shower and had put on some clean clothes, he had gone back to Granger's room, had woken her up and had kissed her.

Yep, the little tingly feelings were back.

When Draco had gotten back to his room, he did that little happy dance the Gryffindors seem so fond of doing after they had won a Quidditch match. He was still straight!

But now that he was healthy, sexually satisfied and attracted to girls; he still felt something lacking.

He was pacing around his room to try and figure out what he should do to fix that. In a nutshell, he felt vulnerable and abused. Having been caught in compromising positions with another bloke had created a serious dent in his self-esteem. He wanted his power back to control other people and he did not want other people controlling him. He needed to do something to feel that he was back in control of himself.

Like shagging a girl.

Draco contemplated on consulting Pansy, but quickly dismissed that thought. It wouldn't be enough. She might be able to satisfy his physical needs, but not his psychological ones. Shagging Pansy was just too easy. Draco wanted to seduce someone so he could feel like a man again. He wanted to feel like a predator and not like the submissive pouf he had been for the last month.

His frown quickly turned into a determined smirk when the name of his ideal victim came to mind.

Granger.

Most of Draco's Veela characteristics might have faded, but his sense of smell was still a bit more sensitive than normal. He had clearly been able to smell her bubbling arousal when he had been kissing her just a few minutes ago. Therefore, Granger apparently wasn't as indifferent to 'the Slytherin prat' as she liked to pretend she was.

Yes, Granger would do.

Draco still remembered the Yule ball in fourth year where he had been forced to stick his foot in his mouth where it came to insulting her looks. Draco knew that people often were very sensitive when it came to their appearance, so he repeatedly liked to abuse that soft spot. Granger had been no exception there, next to Scarhead and Freckleface. But ever since fourth year he had found it harder and harder to find things to insult her about. The buckteeth were gone and her boyish figure had gradually developed into soft female curves. He would call her out on her curvaceous figure, but Draco actually liked curves so that was no use. Sure, she still had her bushy hair, but Draco found that the unruly curls suited her feisty personality. But that sure hadn't stopped him from calling her on it. He still needed something.

So physically, there really was no problem in pursuing Granger.

He had smelled that she was physically attracted to him in return, yet she probably was too proud to admit it. Draco knew that many girls were openly yearning for him, yet Granger was someone who would never admit her attraction because of the past enmity between each other. And naturally, the thought that the Gryffindor brainiac might actually have a soft spot for the Slytherin hotty Draco Malfoy, would be just unheard of. It would just be despicable to go after someone for their looks and not their minds.

Yes, Granger would be perfect.

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NEWTS were swiftly approaching and Hermione was cramming like crazy. Earlier she had had a little chat with Harry about what had transpired over the last month. Harry was quite upset over it all, but what he was perhaps even more upset about was that Hermione hadn't told him about what was going on. Hermione had tried to apologise over and over again, but Harry still was unbelievably upset. He had repeatedly kissed Draco Malfoy, had touched him in... places, had been touched in... places and had almost even shagged him. Above all that, he detested the boy with a passion that almost rivalled his hatred for Voldemort. If anyone had a right to be upset, it was Harry. After a while of failing to reconcile with her humiliated friend, Hermione had actually resorted to uttering the words:

"If it's a consolation, you would have bottomised Malfoy. Not the other way around."

And surprisingly, it indeed was a consolation.

Harry was still rather grumpy -and probably scarred for life- but Hermione had the feeling that their friendship would be okay. So now, she was studying at her desk in her common room. May hadn't been a very productive month in that area, so she had some catching up to do. Her mind was so caught up into her studies that she hadn't noticed the new presence in the room.

"I can still smell it, you know."

Hermione looked up, slightly startled, to see that Malfoy had entered their common room.

"What?" Hermione asked with a frown.

"Bodily odours" Draco answered with a smirk as he walked over to her desk. "Most of my Veela traits are gone, but I still have my smell."

"O-kay" Hermione said, not quite following what he was getting on about.

"Is it hot in here?" Malfoy asked casually opening the top two buttons of his silky white shirt. Hermione's gaze immediately flew towards the newly exposed patch of skin. Her mind was immediately thrown back to the evening before, where she had had Malfoy practically naked in her bathroom; his bare pale skin covered with water, all wet and slick... Yes, it was indeed hot inhere all of the sudden.

"At bit" Hermione answered as she turned her gaze back towards her books, trying hard to disguise the blush on her cheeks.

"You don't mind if I take my shirt off do you?" Draco asked, while fanning himself.

Hermione let out a strangled yelp in the back of her throat. She didn't think she could bare the sight of his shirtless upper body right now. Last night Malfoy had been half delirious, so she could afford to goggle without him noticing. But now he was fully conscious and would very much notice her discomfort... and excitement.

Draco smirked at the sight of the Head Girl, who seemed like she wanted to do nothing more than to hide under her desk without him noticing. He walked behind her desk and leaned over the back of her chair with his hands on the armrests on either side of her.

"You know, out of all the scents the smell of arousal is my favourite," he purred in her ear.

Hermione's heart was throbbing in her chest. O Gods, he knew.

"I-" she stammered.

"Do you want me, Hermione?" Malfoy whispered seductively while brushing the side of his lips against her cheek. Hermione thought she just might burn up while sitting in her chair. She couldn't believe the tremors that went along her spine after he had done a minor thing like calling her by her first name.

"No" Hermione squeaked.

Suddenly Draco twisted her chair around so she faced him. Hermione yelped when suddenly he flicked the handle beneath the chair, which made her drop a few inches closer to the ground. Draco slanted over her so they were eye-level, and leaned in so their faces were only inches apart. For a moment, she thought he was going to kiss her; but instead he started speaking again.

"Are you sure?" Draco whispered against her lips. Hermione could feel his eyelashes against her skin, his breath against her mouth, his lips barely touching hers. It was the most sensual and seductive thing she had ever felt and witnessed. Hermione felt an urgent throbbing erupting from between her legs. She found it surreal that Malfoy could emit such a strong reaction in a body part that he wasn't even close to touching.

In response all Hermione could do was to let out a soft mew.

Draco didn't know if that was a 'yes' or a 'no' –matter of fact, neither did Hermione- but nevertheless, he leaned in and captured her lips with his own. The kiss was chaste and tender at first, like the one they had shared before. Draco wanted to leave her aching for more and it seemed to work, judging by Hermione's frustrated growl. It came to a point where she couldn't take it anymore and started sweeping her tongue over his bottom lip, begging for entrance. When Draco parted his lips, she pushed her tongue past the barrier of his teeth and tentatively brushed her tongue against his. He instantly reciprocated and took the dominant role away from her. He heard Hermione whimper as he slowly started making love to her mouth.

Draco urged her to lie back in her chair, so she complied. When she did so, he placed his right leg to stand in between Hermione's' and his left knee on the chair next to her thigh; so he could get access to every part of her body.

While they were kissing, Hermione felt Malfoy snake his hand under her shirt; caressing her stomach as it trailed upwards to cup her right breast through the fabric of her bra. Hermione gasped at the intimate contact and a whole flash of uncertainties came flashing through her mind.

What was Malfoy doing?

Why was he doing it?

And most importantly, what was he planning to do?

But that same gasp suddenly turned into a soft mew when Draco's thumb started trailing circles around her sensitive nipple, which hardened on the spot. At the same time, he trailed from her lips and moved to her neck.

Gods, she didn't even know that her skin was so sensitive there. Her body was experiencing things it had never felt before. She had known that her body could feel either healthy or sickness or pain. Before this, she had no idea that there actually was another end of the spectrum: pleasure.

Draco let his hand move from her breast and went to the waistband of her pants. He snaked his fingers inside her knickers and past her muff of hair. Before Hermione even had time to object –which she surely would have, due to the intimate place of his destination- he had found her clit and circled it with his index finger. In response, Draco got a whole bunch of swearwords he had never though to hear from the Head Girl.

The good kind of swearing, mind you!

Draco put a finger on either side of her clit and started making slow circles. He watched her face as she seemed to be trying to find a way to do something with herself. Her lips were swollen from their kissing and her cheeks were flushed from arousal. She seemed so lost and confused, but loving every moment of it. Draco felt completely in his element. This was what he was talking about, being in control. He had this girl in the palm of his hand, the same girl who had been controlling him for the past month. She was melting by the softest of his touches. Having this amount of control over the Gryffindor goodie-goodie was incredibly arousing and Draco's rock-hard and swollen cock was a good evidence of that.

She gasped when Draco slid a finger in her tight passage. He moved it in a circular motion around her inner walls, putting extra pressure on her sensitive upper wall. Merlin, she was so tight. Draco had this sudden urge so free himself from his pants and sink deep inside of her, claiming her as his. But this wasn't about his primal urges, this was about something else. This was about reclaiming something he had lost: his confidence.

He snaked another finger inside of her and started pushing them in and out, hitting her soft G-spot with every thrust. By now, her eyes were leaking with tears. Draco relished this feeling of absolute control; him fucking her with his fingers while his mind stayed relatively unaffected. He started picking up the pace, slamming his fingers inside of her. The room was being filled with squishy noises and his fingers were dripping with her juices.

He pushed a third finger inside, stretching her. Her swollen walls were hugging his fingers and fitted like a glove. Draco could feel his finger coming in contact with a soft obstruction; her maidenhood. Draco had never seen her date anyone from school, but he supposed that she might have gotten it on with a couple of Muggles during summer breaks. Apparently, that theory was false; she was still a virgin. She let out pleasured moans and surprised gasps as he continued fucking her with his hand. She was holding the armrests as if she would die if she were to let go, her knuckles white from clutching them so tightly. She was trembling violently by now and Draco knew she was close to orgasm.

He pulled his fingers out of her and rubbed his thumb over her clit. She broke apart on the spot. She arced her back as she came, her face contorted in both pleasure as surprise and her body shuddering with release. Draco believed that during orgasm one could see the true essence of a person, the vulnerable part of themselves they never showed anywhere else. Perhaps that was the reason why Draco himself had not slept with anyone other than Pansy, because he didn't trust anyone enough to see his true self. Not that he even fully trusted Pansy, but it was the closest thing that had been available. Moreover, the fact that he hadn't felt any real emotional attachment to her had also been a plus. Draco kept drawing circles around Hermione's clit until he was sure she had come down from her orgasm and had started breathing normally again. He pulled his hand out from under her knickers and leaned in to give her a chaste kiss on the lips.

When he leaned back from his kiss, Hermione did something Draco had not been expecting. If she were to give him a reaction, he had expected it to be something in the lines of uttering incoherent mumblings, or calling him worshipful terms, or even using swearwords again.

But no.

Instead she started crying.

Draco's triumphant smirk turned into a concerned frown.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he caressed her cheek in genuine concern, something that surprised even himself. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Hermione shook her head in denial as she tried to stop the tears from flowing. She sat herself upright as she buried her face in her hands in awkwardness.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed embarrassedly. "I just... I never knew it could feel this way."

"What?" Draco asked.

In reply, Hermione sort of waved her hand up and down her body, while not looking at him.

Draco frowned for a second before it dawned on him.

She had never had an orgasm before.

He hadn't even considered that. No wonder she had seemed so surprised by what his touches did to her.

Since he had been appointed Head Boy, Draco had started wanking twice more often to relieve himself from the stress that went along with the position. Regarding her studies, Granger pushed herself much further that Draco did. No wonder she had burst out into tears, when years of bottled up pressure were suddenly ejected out of her body.

As Draco watched the usually proud and fearless Head Girl breaking apart in front of him, he suddenly had a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something he couldn't quite identify.

If Hermione would have looked at Draco right now, she would have seen a look in his eyes that mirrored an emotion that no one had ever seen there before.

Guilt.

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End of chapter 10

A/N: I'm going to plead with you again, to please contact me if you think this scene was NC-17 instead of an R and should be altered. I'm not clear on what exactly makes an R and NC-17. Is it the mentioning of certain words and graphicness of the act or does it only contain scenes with actual coitus in it? I don't know, so please don't delete my story!

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GeLa: Oh! I really love reviews like yours. It's great to get thoughtfully put constructive feedback. Where did I get this idea? Well, I thought it was about time to try and write a Male Veela story. I just like taking frequently used topics (Male-Veela, body-swap, memory loss, two people stuck in a snowstorm...) and give them a somewhat original twist.

Serpents Hope: Well, to get a piano on your head you just have to ask me if… Wait, never mind. I don't think I have piano's left anymore.

Queen of Serpents: Yeah, I know that there were much more logical things Hermione could have done than to immediately shove Draco in the tub. Like taking him to Mme Pomfrey or something. But I really wanted that scene in there. I think that it's one of the scenes I'm most proud of in this fic. And about Ron changing into his sister and snogging Malfoy… ACK! :-)

Otter my Love: :-) Yes I remember you. Your name sticks. And thanks.

dizzydragon: The humour will subdue a little (as it mostly does in my stories towards the ending) but I'll try to evoke an occasion 'snort' once in a while. :-)

Male-chan: Well, if you spend 24/7 with a guy you've started fancying I think it's not that abnormal to get a little 'obsessed'.

mandabella: Mating after mating season? Isn't that a contradiction? :-)

Stick It To The Man: Personally, I think Hermione is someone who has as much insecurities as any other person and tries to cover them up with academic achievements. It struck me when they totally seemed to have forgotten about that in the POA film (which I love dearly, regardless this minor flaw). They really should have let the nervous breakdown she had in the book to make that come across. Anyhow, I like my characters flawed and human, it makes it easier to sympathise with them. Even Draco who, you have to admit, has been quite the ass in this chapter.