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Chapter 14

Draco couldn't believe that Hermione had actually just digested the Veritaserium herself. Why would she voluntarily put herself into such a vulnerable position?

"Why did you just do that?" Draco asked.

"I panicked" Hermione admitted nervously, shifting self-consciously in her seat. "I didn't know what else to do."

"Do you want me to stop asking questions then?"

"No, it's only fair that you get to poke around in my head in return" Hermione said. "And later on I don't want to get this thrown in my face whenever we have a quarrel."

"Later?" Draco asked with raised eyebrows. "So... have you forgiven me for being such an ass?"

"Yes" Hermione answered simply.

"Why?"

"Because you're sorry about what you did, I now understand why you did it and you promised never to do it again" Hermione said.

Draco nodded in understanding. He had this sudden urge to leap off the seat and do a happy-joy-joy-dance, but somehow he didn't think that that would look very appealing. Draco knew he was on thin ice here and he wasn't about to screw things up. The best thing to do was to do what Hermione had asked of him: ask questions.

"When exactly did you realise you fancied me?" he asked. He still couldn't quite understand how she could have grown to like him during a period in which he was trying to hump Harry Potter.

Hermione seemed to struggle with herself for a minute.

"I realised that I had certain feelings for you when I was laying in your bed after drinking the Polyjuice potion. But I suppose it had only truly sunken in that I fancied you after I had given you that bath."

"Yeah, you mentioned doing that" Draco noted. "Why don't I remember that?"

"You were running a fever, so that's probably the reason why you don't remember it" Hermione explained. "It was the last evening of mating season and you had almost shagged Harry."

Hermione tried to suppress a blush while getting visions from that evening. So many images of that night had the ability to make her blush, either from embarrassment or from arousal.

Draco smirked.

"So you only realised your affection for me after having me stripped naked?" he asked with merriment.

"I let you keep your boxers on!" Hermione said in defence.

"Perhaps" Draco said dismissingly, casually leaning back in his seat. "And did you like what you saw?"

"Yes, you're very pretty" Hermione said, averting her eyes to the floor.

Draco blinked his eyes in question.

"Pretty?" Draco asked, being somewhat flabbergasted at her choice of words. "'Pretty'? Honestly woman, you can't call a guy 'pretty'!"

"I can't help it" Hermione said. "It's the truth. And besides, you are somewhat effeminate."

"I am not!" Draco said, feeling a little offended even though he knew it was probably the truth. "And besides, if anyone should now that I'm fully male, it should be you."

"I told you, I let you keep your boxers on!" Hermione argued.

Draco smirked at her while having a moment of contemplation.

"Am I circumcised?" he suddenly asked.

"Yes" Hermione answered and blushed scarlet red as she realised what she had just admitted to. "I... Oh bugger!"

Draco laughed at the girl in front of him, who had now thrown her head in her hands in mortification.

"That's not funny!" Hermione pointed out, glaring at the laughing Slytherin.

"Yes it is" Draco grinned. "It proves that we're two pervs in the same pond."

"Can't argue with you there" Hermione smirked. "So, what else do you want to know?"

"Oh, I think I'm done" Draco grinned. He was sure that he could come up with a couple more entertaining questions, but he really didn't feel like pissing her off just now. For his own benefit... and just because he didn't want to.

Hermione smiled and nodded.

"So... where do we go from here?" she asked sheepishly. How does one go from being 'acquaintances' to being 'boyfriend/girlfriend'? She had never done this before, so she didn't really know how to act.

Draco seemed like he was about to answer her question, but was interrupted when suddenly the train started shuddering. Hermione grabbed unto the table for support. Then with a few brusque quakes, the vehicle came to a halt. Hermione released a sigh of relief. Then suddenly the lights fell out.

"What in Morgana's Bane is going on?" Draco said.

"It's probably a malfunction" Hermione said calmly while getting up from her seat. "We should go and ask the driver what's going on so we can inform the others to avoid a panic."

"Right" Draco said, also standing up from his seat.

The compartment was pitch black and Hermione couldn't see where she was going. Luckily, Draco didn't seem to have the same problem as she had, quickly found the door and slid it open.

Hermione felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through her when she suddenly tripped over her own feet and fell face forward... into two strong arms.

"How did you-?"

"I've got great night vision," Draco explained, not letting go of her. Hermione still had her arms clutched around Draco's waist for support, even though she didn't need it anymore. Gods, he smelled good. She could just stand there all day, holding him in silence without feeling even an ounce of boredom. It just felt so comforting, having his arms protectively wrapped around her in the veiling darkness. She suppressed her 'girl power'-instincts from shoving Draco away for the fact that she really didn't need anyone to comfort or protect her. It just felt too damn nice to do so. She felt him lifting one of his hands to caress some of her hair out of her face. Her breathing started getting heavier and it felt as if the room temperature was getting hotter.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Hermione snapped out of her reverie and turned her gaze towards the door and consequentially the intruder.

"Ginny?" Hermione asked, recognising her friend's voice. "We're going to check out what-"

"Sure you are" Ginny said sarcastically, not bothering to listen to what Hermione had to say. "Malfoy, do you fancy her?"

Draco arced his brow at the intrusive Gryffindor, but he couldn't refuse to respond since he was still bound to answer any question thrown his way.

"Yes" he answered bluntly.

"Hermione, do you fancy him?" Ginny asked, turning back towards Hermione.

"Yes" Hermione said, even though Ginny didn't know she had drunk the potion herself. Hermione couldn't fathom what her friend was on about. She had just told her herself that she fancied Draco, so why would she ask again? And even if she hadn't known, it should be quite obvious since Hermione was still clutching Draco's body as if it was a life preserver.

"Then what are you going to do outside?" Ginny asked incredulously in a high-pitched voice. "It's a black-out and you have a private compartment all to yourselves. All you need is some grapes and 5 pounds of rose pedals scattered over the seats and you have the setting of a mushy romance novel. Get back in there!"

"But-" Hermione stammered.

"I have spoken!" Ginny's voice echoed through the corridor as she turned around and walked away to round up the Prefects to calm things down.

Draco couldn't help but smirk at the Weaselette's antics. Gryffindors really weren't very subtle in their methods of trying to get something they want. A Slytherin would lie and scheme to attain something they wanted, but apparently that was too much of a bother for a Gryffindor.

No, they just come out and ask.

Or in this case: boss around.

Still... he was a little curious to learn if it had actually worked. The way the Weaselette had put it; it indeed was rather retarded to leave the compartment. He didn't have his supersensitive smell anymore, but he didn't need it to know that Hermione had been affected by his touch. Draco's hand was currently resting in the dip of Hermione's back, and he sure could understand why at the senior dance Weasley had been so keen on sliding his hands downwards. Draco could feel his blood drawing towards the nether regions at feeling her curvaceous body pressing up against his. But still, he wasn't going to rush anything. Being a sexual predator had gotten him into a load of shit, so he was just going to follow Hermione's lead in whatever she was planning to do.

Hermione stared into the void in astonishment. She loved Ginny dearly, but the girl could get a bit carried away with things. She could be as persistent as her mother could... and as loud.

Meanwhile Hermione was becoming increasingly aware of the fact that currently her breasts were smooched against Draco's hard chest.

"What are you thinking?" Draco asked.

"I'm thinking that I want you to shut that door again," Hermione answered. She was a bit surprised at her own forwardness, but that honestly was what she had been thinking... among other things. Though she probably wouldn't have said it if she wasn't still under the influence of the Veritaserium.

Draco complied and pulled the door shut, while with his other arm still holding Hermione against him. When the door was closed, Hermione suddenly felt very conscious about the fact that both of them were alone in a dark and confined space. She noted that there was this strange awareness between them. Her eyes had grown more accustomed to the dimness and she could now clearly see Draco turning to look at her. Hermione was a bit taken aback by the intensity she saw in Draco's grey eyes. He gave her the same look he had given her that night when she had been in Harry's body. The look that had made her feel like crap, because she had thought no one would ever look at her that way... with such yearning. But now someone did. Draco did.

"What are you thinking?" Hermione asked in return.

"I'm thinking that I want to rip that damn concealing uniform of off you, lick every curve and angle of your body and make you scream out my name as I make love to you" Draco answered huskily.

Hermione suddenly found it very difficult to breathe. She grabbed Draco's head between her hands, leaned in and pressed her lips against his in a bruising kiss. She traced his bottom lip with her tongue, but he had been slightly ahead of her and had already parted his lips to grant her access. Her heartbeat quickened as her tongue explored the warm interior of Draco's mouth. Tongues met in a primal dance, sparked by the all-consuming lust that coursed through their bodies. Hermione had always been the first to praise the power of words, but never had any of them had such an impact on her. She didn't know that the act of speech could make body parts tingle with desire. Once out of curiosity she had read a few pages in one of her mother's smutty romance novels to see what it was all about, but had quickly concluded that the only effect the 'burning loins' and 'heaving breasts' had had on her body were on the muscles she used for laughing. But after having listened to Draco's words; her heart rate had sped up, her mouth had gone dry and she had this incredibly primitive sensation driving her which she could only describe as 'want'. Draco pulled Hermione closer to him and she could feel his manhood growing hard against her thigh. She gently rubbed herself against his body and eagerly tangled one of her hands in his hair, still not quite able to fathom how he could get it so soft.

As soon as Hermione's lips had touched his own, Draco's brain had said its goodbye's and had hurriedly left the room. Even though she was as smart and intelligent as a person can be, Hermione still was able to let her mind take a break when situation called for it and let her body take things over. She was as fiery and passionate as Draco had imagined her to be. Draco could feel her breath against his face and her fingers gripping his hair and dammit he wanted her closer.

Hermione could feel her feet starting to move. She wasn't sure if she was the one who had started to move or if she was following Draco, but she decided that it didn't really matter. Suddenly Hermione found herself straddling Draco's lap as he was seated on one of the couches, not quite sure how they had gotten into that position. She moaned in rapture while he was eagerly sucking on her tongue. His hands were caressing her body through the thin material of her uniform. She wasn't really sure on where her own hands were supposed to go during this, so she just disconnected her hands from her brain and let them roam to wherever the hell they wanted to go... which was basically everywhere on Draco's body. One of Draco's hands was teasingly sliding up her left leg, went under her skirt and cupped her curvaceous bum, while with his other hand his nimble fingers had started working the buttons of her shirt. Hermione had the urge to slap his hands away and just rip the stupid shirt open. It was then that she realised that she needed to calm herself before she would hurt herself or something.

"Wait a second" she said huskily, breaking the kiss and reaching in her pocket to retrieve her wand. She cast a quick Distraction Charm and Locking Spell on their compartment so no one could intrude their... their...

Oh good God, she was going to have sex with Draco Malfoy! A part of her brain told her that this must be the stupidest idea ever! She was about to lose her virginity in a train compartment to a man she had detested for over 6 years.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked, looking at her in question. Hermione paused to look at him. His hair was slightly muzzled, his lips were bruised from her kisses and even through the dimness she could see a faint blush on his cheeks.

Hermione smiled.

No, it was the best idea ever.

"Absolutely nothing" Hermione answered, casting a quick Contraception charm on herself and throwing her wand into the darkness behind her. She leaned back in and continued to let herself be consumed by Draco's kisses. Hermione knew that he had no ill intentions. If they slept together, it would be because he wanted to without an ulterior motive. Draco had expressed that he wanted them to be lovers and Hermione would gladly oblige. As she was straddling him she could feel his hardness pressing against her feminine core and in instinct she nestled herself closer to it. Draco groaned against her lips when she rubbed herself against his arousal, so she did it again. This time she moaned herself, feeling the friction through the thin fabric of her knickers and against her clit. Now she couldn't stop herself from blatantly rubbing herself against him. Hermione found the act a rather wanton thing to do, but it felt so wonderful. It was like scratching a persistent itch; it felt relieving, but at the same time it also made her ache for more.

Draco had Hermione's blouse half opened and her lacy bra was exposed. It might be a typical male-thing, but Draco had a bit of a soft spot when it came to breasts. They were round, they were soft and they looked so damn alluring. Now having Hermione's bra-clad bosom exposed to his view, Draco couldn't help but wonder where the hell she had been hiding those? Yet another reason to curse those black shapeless robes the school forced them to walk around in all day.

He eagerly pulled the bra strap off her right shoulder, which pulled the garment slightly out of place and loosened its grip on her breasts. Draco reached under her shirt, around her back and opened the clasp with the flick of his hand. His hands went back to the front, slid under the cups of her bra to cup her full breasts. When his hands enclosed her gorgeous breasts, he could feel her pleasured shudder even reaching up to his tongue inside the confinements her mouth. She arced into his caress and Draco felt her nipples instantly hardening under his palms as he kneaded her responsive globes. It was damn difficult to concentrate while she was devouring his mouth like that and kept rubbing herself against him in a way that was driving him insane. While keeping his left hand in place, he used his right-hand to lift her breast out of the cup.

Hermione whimpered in sorrow when Draco suddenly released his lips from her mouth, but that whimper turned into a surprised and approving gasp when a warm wetness suddenly enveloped her rosy nipple. She stopped moving, looked down instead and watched him as he teased her nipple with his tongue and teeth. It was an endearing sight really, seeing a grown man suckling on a woman's breast; an act Hermione had always associated with nursing infants. She couldn't contain herself from uttering a hiss when Draco rolled the nipple between his teeth and flicked his tongue against it. She grabbed his hair and pushed his head harder against her in an act of zealousness. She couldn't quite grasp how this could feel so good. Since when did nipples do that? An urgent throbbing in her centre shouted out to her, calling for attention. She sank deeper against his body, ensnaring him against her own.

A whimper escaped parted lips when Hermione started rubbing herself against Draco's erection again and Draco was surprised to conclude that he had been the one to utter that noise. Since when did Draco Malfoy whimper? He knew he had to act and get this show on the road. A rather crude way of putting it, but still the truth. If they were going to keep this up, he would be coming in his pants before they'd even get started. He removed his lips and hands from her breasts and urged her to move off him. She complied, if somewhat reluctantly, and followed his guidance into laying down upon the seat.

Hermione could feel her back making contact with the cold leather seat and eagerly awaited Draco's next move. She wanted this. She wanted him. She wanted him so badly! She had this incredible yearning that felt so intense it almost hurt.

"Dammit Draco...!" she cursed when Draco sat himself at her foot end and started removing her shoes and socks, taking his sweet time in the process.

"Getting impatient are we?" Draco purred playfully.

Hermione huffed in reply, but quickly was rewarded for her patience. Draco sat himself on his knees and teasingly slid his hands over her legs and hips, the touch of his hands sending shivers all over her spine. When he stopped at her knickers, Hermione lifted her hips so that Draco could pull them from under her skirt and off her legs. Before tossing the garment away, Draco brought it to his nose and smelled it; an act Hermione thought she would find disgusting, yet found strangely arousing.

"Why did you do that?" Hermione asked in wonder. She wasn't appalled by the act, but she just couldn't fathom why someone would want to smell her underwear.

"I wanted to smell you" Draco said simply. "Don't think I don't know that you've been putting smell-repellent charms on yourself during the month we spent together. I must ask you never to do that again. I like your smell. It's arousing."

He shifted from his position and went to sit on his knees on the floor, next to Hermione, and pulled her in for another searing kiss. Mouths clung together and tongues tangled in a heated embrace. Hermione's head started to feel dizzy, but oxygen really felt secondary at that time. Draco's left-hand had found its way to one of her breasts again, softly caressing her responsive skin. His other hand was slowly making its way up her inner thigh, his tender touch making Hermione quiver with ache. She was so aroused that it was practically painful. She just wanted to grab his hand and place it where she needed it the most, but at the same time she also wanted to relish every touch and draw this out as long as possible. Hermione felt rather exposed without any knickers on, never even going to bed in the nude because it made her feel uncomfortably naked. She did note that somehow it increased the exoticness of the situation; feeling the air on her exposed womanhood while she was still almost fully dressed in her school uniform, the skin of crucial erogenous zones excluded.

When Draco finally touched her clit, she arced her back and made a sound that was something in-between a gasp and a moan. He pressed two fingers against the swollen nub and started stimulating it. As he pleasured her, Draco couldn't help but to let his eyes feast over Hermione's body. The way she was laying there, Draco thought she should be the illustration in the dictionary next to the word 'sensuality'. Hermione's lips were swollen from their passionate kisses and were slightly parted while she was panting heavily. Her clothes were wrinkled and partially undone, due to Draco's previous uncontrollable urge to touch her bare skin. Hermione's skirt was bunched up around her waist to uncover the sight of her creamy thighs. Her shapely legs were lightly spread with Draco's hand in-between them, pleasuring her soaking-wet, aching pussy.

In short, she looked absolutely ravishing.

And that was all Draco could think about doing: ravishing her.

Hermione started bucking her hips in automatic response to his stimulations. He shifted his hand and eased two fingers inside of her. When he did, Draco instantly felt Hermione tensing up below him.

"No, Draco" Hermione said pleadingly. "I just... I want-"

"I know, love" Draco reassured, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. "But it's your first time. It will be better for you if I stretch you first."

Hermione nodded in understanding and let Draco work his magic. While he started pumping his fingers in and out of her dark wet core, Hermione felt him leaning in to trail little kisses down her neck. Draco steadily moved downward past her collarbone, teasingly flicking his tongue over her nipples as he paid homage to her breasts and placing little licks over her sensitive abdomen as he moved down even further.

Draco moved, sitting back on the seat and urging her to spread her legs a bit wider so he could settle himself between them. He leaned in a bit to smell her. The musky scent of woman, arousal and something totally Hermione. He couldn't contain a grin when Hermione started making those adorable cooing noises again, the same ones she had made that time in the common room. Draco couldn't wait to start noticing other things that she recurrently did. Did she always climax with her eyes closed, or would that change with the way he was pleasuring her? If he were to bring her to orgasm by burying his face between her thighs, would her face and body react any differently? He wanted to experiment and he wanted to know.

At this point nature took over and went on its course to turn two needy, lust-driven people into a satisfied heap of flesh. Initially slow and careful movements made place for needy thrusts and uncontrolled writhes. Flesh slapped against flesh, trembling hands tangled and moans increased and became louder until they reached the inevitable climax and both got pushed into pleasurable obscurity.

The compartment had gone silent except for the sounds of two sets of irregular breathing, struggling to relax their breath. Hermione enclosed her arms around Draco and cradled him against her. His weight was heavily pressing on top of her, yet she didn't find it bothersome. Instead, it heightened the awareness of being so close to him. It might be a bit pervy, but Hermione wished she could take a picture of both of them the way they were now. A sweaty and satisfied heap of flesh. Hermione thought it had something carnal about it yet also something incredibly sweet.

"I'm not crushing you, am I?" Draco asked concernedly.

"No" Hermione answered serenely. "It's nice actually."

She just lay there for a few moments, relishing the feeling of Draco's body against hers.

"You still haven't answered my question, you know" Hermione said with a smile.

"And which one was that?" Draco asked, lifting his head so he could look at her. "I'm sorry to say that I got a little distracted."

"How do we go from here?" Hermione asked sheepishly. It was a bit odd to ask this question to a person who was currently still inside of her, but no one could ever accuse Hermione Granger of not being practical.

"I suppose dinner should be appropriate" Draco said with a grin. "Can you get to the entrance to Diagon Alley tomorrow at... 6 P.M.?"

"Sure" Hermione answered with a grin.

"Good. It's a date."

"Good" Hermione replied.

"Good" he echoed.

Hermione sighed, both in contentment as in grief of knowing that they had to get up soon. She happily would have laid there for a couple of hours, wrapped in Draco's arms while drifting off into sleep, but they couldn't hide away forever. People were bound to notice their absence.

"I think we'd better get up" Hermione said mournfully. "We don't want to make people suspicious by staying away too long."

Draco cocked an eyebrow in that damn sexy way only he could pull off.

"It's always the same with you women" Draco said with playful sarcasm. "After you've gotten your carnal ways with the men you can't wait to get out of the room so you won't have to cuddle. It's selfish and mean. I demand a cuddle!"

Hermione sniggered at Draco's antics and grabbed his head between her hands to pull him in for a shower of butterfly kisses.

A little cuddling couldn't hurt, so she would oblige.

Reluctantly off course.

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End of chapter 14

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