Chapter 8: Questions

Hermione enters the common room alone. A thousand thoughts are running through her head all at once. 'Is Draco really who I thinks he is? Is he just playing with me? Could he have killed Jenny?' She sits down on the couch and covers her face with her hands.

Just then, Draco and Blaise enter the portrait hole and find Hermione sitting on the couch in obvious distress. They look at her, then to each other, and then back to her.

"Hermione, what's the matter?" Draco asks.

Hermione looks up at him. He looks so concerned; she can see the nervousness in his eyes. Then again, she saw almost nothing in Blaise's eyes. They were dark, almost black, and showed absolutely no emotions. Those dark eyes always scared Hermione. Ever since her first year, they have always given her the chills. 'How can someone look so empty inside?' she thinks to herself.

"Hermione," Draco said waking Hermione from her trance, "are you okay?"

"Yes…I just need to talk to you…alone." She hinted to Blaise.

Draco turned to his friend, "Can I talk to you later?" he asks.

Blaise looks at him and whispers, "Your gonna ditch me for that mudblood!"

Draco whips his head around and looks his friend in the eyes, "Don't talk about her like that!" he snarls.

Blaise just glares at him. He turns to Hermione and gives her the most evil look he possible could; sending chills down her spine, and left.

Draco sits down next to Hermione and smiles at her warmly. "What do you want to talk to me about?"

Hermione closes her eyes, sighs, and avoid his eyes. "I need to know this, please don't be angry." She looks him in the eyes, "D-Did you have anything to do w-with Jenny's death?" she stutters.

Draco's eyes go as wide as they can go. "Are you serious!" he asks in a weak voice. "Are you serious!" he repeats, his voice growing louder. "ARE YOU SERIOUS!" He finally yells.

Hermione can feel the tears coming to her eyes.

"After all we've gone through, you still don't trust me!" He asks, looking like he wants to cry.

"Draco, it's not like I've been your friend for very long." She says weakly in her own defense.

"Time is not the most important thing Hermione!" He hisses. "I've told you things I haven't even told Blaise! Nobody knows about my sword but you, nobody knows about my parents but you, ONLY YOU!" He screams.

Tears were now freely flowing down Hermione's face. "Draco, please…"

"No Hermione. You don't understand…I've never connected with someone the way I've connected with you. You can't understand how painful it is to hear this from you." He cries, tears forming in his eyes. He throws himself on the couch and covers his face with his hands.

"Draco, I'm sorry." She whispers as she sits next to him. "It's just…you're the only one with a sword, which she was stabbed with. You have to understand where this would come from!" she pleads.

Draco sighs, "I guess." He whispers. He stands up and heads for his bedroom.

"I need to be alone," he says as he walks away. Hermione is left alone to cry and reflect on her thoughts.

Draco walks in his room and throws himself on his bed.

"How can she ask me that question? She should know better!" he says out loud to himself. He pulls out a spare sword and starts practicing with that.

A few hours later, Draco hasn't come out of his room and Hermione hasn't moved from her spot on the couch. She's spent the last 3 hours replaying her fight with Draco in her head.

She works up her courage and decides to go talk to him.

She goes in the bathroom and washes the dried tears from her cheeks and made herself look presentable. She goes into her room and takes off her school robes. She's left with her gray plaid mini skirt and her white spaghetti strap shirt.

She walks up to the door and reluctantly knocks. Soon after, he answers. Their eyes meet and they just stare for what seems an eternity. But it's not uncomfortable; on the contrary, it's the most relaxed Hermione's felt all day. He steps forward and wraps his arms around her. Finally, she can feel like she can breathe again.

They walk in his room and sit on his bed. "I'm sorry," she whispers.

Suddenly, she felt herself being thrown back on the bed. She looked up and Draco was flat on top of her. Their eyes met and he tightly grabs her hair. He leans down and caresses her lips with his own, slightly licking along the creases. Hermione feels a passion inside her that she never knew she had in her. She's always known he can turn her on, but not like this, and they haven't even kissed yet. That is until he firmly presses his lips on Hermione's and plunges his tongue inside her mouth. Their tongues wrestle as they both battle for dominance.

He breaks the kiss and looks down in her eyes. They are so full of passion and lust.

"Are you still upset?" she calmly asks.

He smiles and shakes his head. His hand softly caresses her cheek. He moves his hand up into her hair, and then suddenly he grabs and pulls back her head hard. Hermione squeals a little and looks him in the eyes. Even though he's being rough, Hermione isn't at all afraid. She's actually really turned on.

His other hand moves to her throat and slides down her body. He feels over her breasts, down her stomach, and slowly up her shirt. He feels her toned abs and up to her lace bra, making him grow hard.

She feels his hard cock up against her inner thigh and it excites her to a point she's never felt before.

He slides her top off and roughly grabs her breast with his spare hand. She gasps his hair and arches her back. Draco grows harder and harder feeling the pressure growing and growing.

He leans down and starts kissing the sensitive spot on her neck, making her moan, then suddenly biting down hard causing a sharp scream.

He looks down at her and smirks. He loves causing her so much pleasure and pain all at the same time. She smiles a lustful smile. She reaches her hands down and attempts to pull up his shirt, but she's quickly stopped by Draco's powerful hands grabbing her wrists and pinned them to her sides. She gasps a little but still smiles.

He grabs her by the hips and tosses her light body to the head of the bed and throws himself on top of her. He reaches around her back and unclasps her bra, throwing it to the floor. He leans his head down and starts to play with her nipples. He licks and bites, causing a deep, long moan to come from Hermione. She feels herself growing wetter and wetter by the second. Each lick and bite and tug makes her want him more and more.

He slowly removes his own shirt and Hermione runs her hands over his hard chest and 6-pack abs. Her hands go down to his pants and she runs her fingers along his waistline. He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breathe. He opens his eyes and suddenly plunges his tongue into her mouth. His tongue caresses the roof of her mouth then suddenly he breaks the kiss and moves right down to her neck, biting and kissing the most sensitive spot there. Hermione's breath gets ragged and she almost can't stand it anymore.

His hands move down to her hips and roughly rub her waistline. Then, he reaches down and gently touches her thighs, light as a feather. Then he reaches up her skirt and runs his fingers up and down her thong, teasing her with absolutely no pressure. Hermione gasps as he does this. She's almost to the point of begging when he finally reaches past her underwear and gently massages her. They both moan at this. He leans down so his lips are right next to her ear and whispers, "God, you're so wet!" and then massages harder. She squeals a little and reaches her arms around to his back, grasping his skin for dear life. Her fingers dig deep into his skin so he goes faster and harder. Her breath grows heavier and raspier until she finally reaches her climax. She screams out "God, Draco" as she cums. Then he leans down and licks up every last bit of her making her shake underneath him.

She pulls him up to her and she wraps her legs around his waist. She reaches down and starts to undo his pants. He looks her in the eyes and whispers, "Are you sure?" She smiles at him and nods. He smiles back and kisses her. He lets her take off his pants. He reaches down and pulls off her wet thong and throws it on the floor. She pulls off his red silk boxers and he puts all his weight on top of her. He touches her clit with his cock and asks again, "Are you sure?" She nods.

He slowly puts it in about 2 inches and stays there. She gasps and her face twists in pain. He stays put for about 15 seconds until she loosens up enough to keep going. He puts in about two more inches and stays there, making her squeal a bit from the pain. He bits down on his lip and groans. "God, you're so tight. You're gonna make me cum half way in you!" he says ruggedly. He pushes himself in a few more inches faster than she should have and she screams, letting a tear fall down her cheek. He leans down and kisses the tear away. "God, Draco." She moans as he starts pumping in and out of her. She starts moaning so he puts the rest of himself inside of her. This time she doesn't squeal or scream, but moans instead. He pumps in and out faster and faster. He searches until he finds the right spot. She gasps and moans out "Draco" and he knows he found it. He pumps in and out, harder and faster until her nails dig deeply into his skin and screams from her intense orgasm. Listening to her moan causes him to overexcite himself and he quickly cums inside her. He collapses on top of her and they just lay there, breathing deeply.

He climbs off and lies next to her, resting his head on her chest. They don't say a word, and they don't move a muscle. They are too afraid to ruin this moment. Quickly, they both fall asleep.