A/N i want to thank EVERYONE who reviewed, because i wasnt going to update anymore, but all the ppl that reviewed helped alot. THANX again! u know who you are.
"Hermione?" Harry was standing outside the portrait with flowers, and an extremely confused look. Draco's hand had been on Hermione's arm. The minute he saw Harry with flowers, he moved his arm around her waist making it known that she was his.
'Come on Potter, now all I'm waiting for is for you to stop staring at Hermione and see my arm,' Draco thought.
"Harry, what are you doing here?" Hermione had felt Draco's possessive arm go around her waist and had inwardly jumped with glee; she loved his possessiveness.
"Ferret, I need to talk to Hermione. Could you...I don't know… disappear?"
"Nope," Draco responded smugly.
"Why in the hell are you touching her?" Harry moved forward and literally yanked Hermione away from Draco.
"Let go of me Harry," Hermione said in a calm voice.
"But he was touching you and he had his arm around your waist…Hermione are you ok? What did he do?" Harry said with panic rising in his voice.
"Harry calm down," Hermione said trying to keep her own voice under control.
"CALM DOWN CALM DOWN! HOW ON EARTH DO YOU EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN WHEN THIS...THIS…MONSTER IS TOUCHING YOU?" Harry screamed.
"Because she's mine, so I can touch her. And as long as MY girlfriend is ok with my touching then I shall." Draco wrapped his arm around Hermione's waist and laid his chin on her shoulder.
"What did you do, Malfoy? What curse…I will rip off your balls and feed them to Buckbeak before I allow you to lay a hand on Hermione," Harry threatened.
"You are too late, Potter. And it wasn't just my hands," Draco said, smirking as Hermione blushed. Draco was getting bored so he indulged himself with Hermione's neck, gently nibbling on the bruise he had made last night. Harry then noticed the love bite, and gaped like a fish without water.
"YOU and HIM?" Harry yelled.
"Harry, listen I understand that you hate Draco and everything, but well...it happened." Hermione smiled, which she hoped looked innocent. Draco's wandering hand was of NO help whatsoever.
"You said no to me to be with...with…THAT? In the name of God please stop that," he yelled at Draco.
"I'm enjoying this, thank you very much," Draco answered before diving at Hermione's neck again, biting down a bit harder. He held her close, letting his erection be well known to her. No matter how hard Hermione tried, feeling Draco's cock on her back made her moan, forgetting that Harry was still standing there.
"I feel like I'm going to puke. I can't believe I'm seeing this. This is just IMPOSSIBLE," Harry dropped the forgotten flowers and took out his wand.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione yelled, getting Draco's attention.
Harry just stared at the couple in front of him with a look of rage. "He must have done something, Hermione. I know you. I love you and you love me too. I know it. You've hated him for so long, how can it just change?"
That was the last straw. Draco was furious! How dare Harry say that Hermione loved him? Hermione was his, and this was going to turn out very ugly if Harry didn't back off. Draco was very possessive, and he wasn't lying when he said he'd do anything for Hermione. He would not lose his love; not even death was strong enough. But Draco didn't get a chance to claim what was already his.
"Harry Potter, I am FINE! I am a tired, but FINE!" Draco smirked knowingly; it had been a long fantastic night. " I do not love you as anything more than a brother, and whether you want to believe it or not, I am in love with Draco. Now I understand you may not like it, but there will be no hexing my boyfriend!"
Harry's look of rage turned into a look of confusion as he said, "You what?"
"She loves ME! She loves the Malfoy, the ferret, the prat, the bastard, or all of the above. And I love her. She's mine so stay away." To emphasize he tightened his grip on Hermione's waist.
"Harry! There you are…um...Hermione, Malfoy, how nice to see you. Harry we should go." Ron had been looking for Harry all morning. After searching with no luck he realized that the only other place would be the Head dorms. He had run over there hopping nothing happened. As he walked up to his friends, he could tell he was wrong.
Harry spun around at his best friends voice. "Ron, are you seeing what I am?"
"Um...well I do see the portrait to Hermione's common room. I see Hermione and Malfoy. Oh…and Hermione seems to be wearing…um…the wrong colour tie?"
At this Hermione looked down to see that she was not only wearing the wrong colour tie, but that it was a Slytherin tie! She looked up, blushing terribly, and she was sure she was as red as blood.
"Guess you picked one of mine up this morning love," Draco drawled, smiling wickedly.
"Harry, we should go," Ron said pulling on Hermione's arm.
Harry looked at his friend and said, "No, Ron. I don't think I can."
"Why is that?" Ron asked. 'I have to get Harry out of here. By the looks of Draco, if we're not gone soon, he's going to shag Hermione senseless right here.'
Harry turned back to the couple in front of them and said, "Because I've lost feeling in my legs. I have to be dreaming because Hermione is wearing a Slytherin tie, AND, Malfoy claims she's his. Ron, please wake me up."
"I am not claiming anything Potter. I am simply stating a fact," Draco drawled.
"Draco, maybe you should go ahead so I can talk to Harry about this." Hermione said to a now very angry Draco. She knew he didn't want to leave her, but she also knew that Harry was going to blow up...SOON.
"But," Draco didn't finish that because Hermione kissed him, telling him everything needed to be said. That one kiss squashed all insecurities; he knew she was his. But the thought that he could lose her made his logic run away faster then any snitch.
Hermione broke the kiss and said, "Just go, Draco. I'll meet up with you later. Trust me."
Draco gave her a claiming kiss on the mouth. He then bent down and kissed her neck, causing her to whimper softly.
'God I love the way she responds to me,' Draco thought.
"All MINE," he whispered in her ear.
"All yours," she stated back and then licked his neck playfully. She got rewarded when he took in a sharp breath. She smiled up innocently.
"Cruel, Granger. Very Cruel," Draco said through closed eyes.
"Can you just go now," yelled Harry! He had seen enough; hell he'd seen too much.
Draco smiled as he started to walk away. "See you later, Hermione."
"Yea," she responded watching him go.
Draco left with the biggest grin he had ever sported on his face; she was his! He could have skipped down the hall he was so happy. Unfortunately for Hermione, she had a lot of explaining to do to a very angry Harry.
Turning to her friends, she tried a diversion. "Um...maybe you guys should come into the common room."
"NO, I need you to explain this right now," Harry yelled and then out of nowhere came up and literally yanked the Slytherin tie off her neck. He hurt her and she knew that would leave a nasty mark.
"Harry calm down! Look what you did! She's hurt!" Ron couldn't believe that Harry had been so violent.
"Right now I don't care. Ron she kissed him; and he…kissed back; and he SMILED! This has to be some kind of joke. Was it in the butterbeer from last night? What was it?"
Hermione had heard enough of Harry's ranting. "Shut up, Harry. Look, I don't want to sound bitchy but listen, I've had a crush on Draco for a long time, and you two just never paid enough attention to notice. I'm sorry I hurt you, Harry. That was never my intention. None of this was my intention; I never knew he'd feel the same way AND I would never have guessed you felt that way towards me. I'm sorry, that's all I can say and hope that you forgive me."
Harry looked at her incredulously and screamed, "FORGIVE YOU???????? You're sleeping with the enemy!"
"Grow up!" Hermione said. "He helped our side, in case you forgot! And if I feel like sleeping with the enemy, then I shall."
Harry's pain radiated in his voice when he asked, "What's happened to you?"
"Nothing, you're just acting like a child. I expected you to get mad but I thought you'd say something with some sense behind it," Hermione retorted.
The pain in Harry's voice disappeared. "Fine I will, and you will NOT be with Malfoy."
"And how exactly do you expect to do this?" Hermione responded.
Harry approached Hermione and put his hand on her shoulder. "You're mine, Hermione. It was always supposed to be that way. Our friendship was supposed to grow into something else."
Shaking her head, Hermione said, "I am not yours, Harry. I never have been, and I never will be."
"Because of Malfoy? You're choosing him over me?"
"Even if Draco and I weren't together Harry, I don't love you that way. You're my best friend, and you're like my big brother."
Harry didn't know what to do or say. This was all wrong. When he had realized his love for Hermione, he had expected her to feel the same way and jump into his arms. It was foolish he knew, but the thought that he had lost her to Malfoy stung. Bad. It was like turning the knife that was making him bleed to death.
'Why did I wait so long? I should have noticed before now. I should have said something. And now she's with him…and he seems…happy.' Harry couldn't take it. He turned and walked away with Ron following behind him.
"Well, that went well," Hermione said walking towards the Great Hall. She knew that she'd only have time to eat a piece of toast before Potions.
After grabbing her toast, she left for Potions. She had only seen a small glimpse of Draco. He had looked worried and jealous. Hermione found it funny that Draco, the Prince of Sex, the big kahoona, was so possessive and…well…insecure thinking she'd leave him like that. She gave him a small smile so he could relax.
Once in the Potion classroom, since Harry wasn't talking to her, she figured she would sit with Neville.
Professor Snape burst into the classroom and announced, "SILENCE! Today we will be getting ready for your N.E.W.T.S. The potion being made is a healing potion. Now, this is no ordinary potion. This will be very useful in emergencies; it'll heal just about anything. The instructions are on the board and the pairing will go as follows."
Hermione found herself praying and hoping she would get partnered with Draco. They'd be able to be closer together.
"All right: Parkinson and Potter; Longbottom and Zambini; Weasley and Crabbe; Malfoy and Granger…" Hermione stopped listening to Snape after her name had been called. She could have actually kissed the professor! "Well, what are you all waiting for? Get moving. And I better not hear any bloody bickering."
Hermione walked up to Draco as nonchalantly as possible. Once she put her things down, she got up without saying anything and went back to get the ingredients. That proved to be a mistake.
"Hermione, we have to talk," came a voice from behind her.
Hermione let out a small yelp. "Harry, you scared me. There's nothing else to talk about."
"Yes, there is." He grabbed Hermione by the arm and forced her into a deep kiss. No matter how hard Hermione tried, she couldn't get him off her.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Harry let go of Hermione with a triumphant smile. He had seen Malfoy walking towards them and had taken that as the perfect opportunity. Hermione was stunned. Her lips hurt, and she could taste blood. She couldn't believe Harry had done that! Looking at Draco, she could see he looked capable of spitting fire.
"How...dare you?" Hermione whispered.
"What is this, Granger?" He had used her last name on purpose. Draco had felt his heart crashing into little pieces at seeing Hermione kissing Harry. 'Stay calm...stay calm' was all he could think.
"He...attacked me. He just threw himself on me, and I couldn't get him off," Hermione explained.
"That's not true, 'Mione and you know it." Harry knew he was lying and he knew it was wrong but he had decided that once Draco was out of the way, Hermione would realize that he was her one true love.
"Harry, stop lying!" Hermione could not believe her supposed best friend was doing this to her. "You threw yourself at me and you know it."
Harry moved forward and brought his hand up to caress her face. Hermione stepped back and rammed into the cabinet. Thankfully, nothing fell.
Draco turned and left. He had seen enough.
'Don't be stupid! She wouldn't lie to you. HOW DO I KNOW THAT! THEY WERE KISSING!! Stop being stupid and get back there. NO! ITS OVER.' Draco was hurt, confused and pretty sure he was going insane.
Hermione got back to the table she was sharing with Draco and tried to explain, but he wouldn't listen to her. He kept calling her 'Granger' and wouldn't even touch her. She had tried to grab his hand, but he had taken it away as if he had gotten burned. Hermione felt like everything had crashed down on her. How could everything have gone so wrong?
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'Thank God the day is over. I need to talk to Draco.' Hermione walked in the common room to find it deserted. She walked over and opened the portrait to Draco's room, remembering the password from last night, and he was on his bed. Hermione could feel the tingly feeling on her lower abdomen. 'Damn it control yourself!' She couldn't though, after last night. After all the love making the night before, she should have been tired. But the need for him surpassed all other feelings.
"Since when do you just go into other people's room without asking?" Draco stated, without looking at her.
Hermione was taken aback by his tone. "I have to talk to you."
"I don't care," he mumbled.
"You have to listen," Hermione tried again.
"I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO ANYTHING YOU SAY!" Draco said as he sat up on his bed. His face was scrunched up in anger and she noticed that he wasn't looking at her with love anymore.
"Draco, you go…" Hermione started, but she was interrupted.
"Malfoy," Draco said.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"You're Granger and I'm Malfoy. Lets not get that messed up," He explained, bitterly.
"Listen to me, I went to get the ingredients and Harry was there. I hadn't seen him and when he said we had to talk, I said no. Then, he pushed himself on me! No matter how much I tried, I couldn't get him off."
Draco's voice filled with the betrayal that he felt. "I don't believe you. I should have known you'd go running to the boy-who-lived-to-destroy-me once you knew he wanted you."
"That's not true, and you know it," Hermione said.
"I don't know anything anymore. I told you how I felt and you threw it back in my face. Now…just leave. There are plenty of other witches,"
Draco said, trying to sound brave. But his internal dialogue wouldn't let him hide. 'You're very well aware that she's the only one for you.'
'SO! SHE WANTS POTTER, WELL LET HER HAVE HIM.' Draco had gotten used to the arguments in his head. He refused to fall this time. She had made a choice and that was that.
"You can't mean that." Silent tears were rolling down Hermione's face now. How could he have said that? 'What do you expect? He saw you kissing another guy. What would you have done?' She couldn't believe everything was falling apart so fast.
"Oh but I do! If you can sleep with me and then go off with Potter then so can I. Now leave!" When he saw she wouldn't move, he decided he could. Having her in his room was driving him mad, as memories of last night kept flying in his head. He kept thinking about how perfect she had looked on his bed, under him screaming in pleasure. How perfect it had been to wake up… 'Stop! Stop its over!'
He got up and walked towards the portrait that led to Common Room. He was in pain and he wanted her to feel just what he felt. As he walked out he muttered just loud enough for Hermione to hear, "I'm sure Pansy is up."
He left but he left feeling like shit. 'I cant believe I just said that. I wouldn't sleep with Pansy if she was the last witch in the universe.' He never made it to the Slytherin common room though. Once outside his room, he had made it to the portrait and just sat down. For the second time in two days, Draco Malfoy cried silently.
Hermione had broken down at Draco's last words. She couldn't believe he had said that. 'He's fucking Pansy? He's actually fucking her? And he doesn't believe me? He obviously never cared about me. If he had cared, he would never do that.' Hermione barely made it to her own room before she collapsed onto the floor against the wall and cried. Sometime later she fell asleep.
It had been two long and painful weeks since their fight. Draco never thought waking up to an empty bed could be so painful. Countless mornings Draco had woken up reaching for that warm body that fit perfectly against his-- that body that seemed to have been created to fit for only him. It had been useless though; he'd always wake up alone with an incredible hard on from dreams of her. He had taken so many cold showers that he was sure he'd freeze one of these days. Draco had tried to forget her, her lips, her touch, the way her body responded to his. But no matter what he did she was always there. And, deep down, Draco didn't want her to leave. He knew that.
Hermione had been ignoring the world. She didn't care about anything. Hell, she didn't leave her bedroom except for classes. She had been helping with the Christmas Ball but not with any interest. She had stopped talking to Harry all together; she never thought she could hate him so much. Harry had apologized, and had stepped away, but now it was too late. And Hermione refused to forgive and forget. Her bed had never felt so empty, so big. Now that Draco had woken up her sexual side, it was not going away. Whenever she saw him, no matter how hard she tried, her body ached for him. Hermione had decided that she'd show up at the ball and then leave once it started; she was in no mood to celebrate.
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"Welcome students to the Hogwarts Christmas Celebration! Now if the Head Boy and Girl could open up the party with the first dance we can get our groove on!" Dumbledore announced on Christmas Eve, to the large crowd that had stayed this year at Hogwarts to attend the ball. Hermione rolled her eyes; she should have known Dumbledore would do something stupid like that.
Draco and Hermione met in the center of the dance floor and began to dance, making sure not to touch each other more then necessary. Soon, all the couples were dancing. Hermione looked over his shoulder, refusing to look him in the eye; knowing she'd turn into pudding. She had missed his touch and he smelled better then she remembered.
'Stop it! He's not thinking about you. Be strong Hermione Granger.' Hermione scowled at herself.
"I hope Potter isn't going to have a jealous attack because of this," Draco said, breaking the ice with a nasty comment. He wasn't sure if they were together. He really hadn't seen them together at all, but he had to know because he was going insane at the thought. The very smell of her, being able to touch her again was making it very hard to move in his pants. 'She looks gorgeous. Green looks really good on her.'
Hermione had picked out a green, sleeveless dress that was really tight from waist up but puffed out at her hips like a small bell. It hugged her just right. Her hair was up, letting random curls down around her neck. She had seen the dress and fallen in love with it instantly. Her only fear had been the colour, but once she had tried it on she decided it looked perfect. She knew it was Draco's house colour and, deep down, she liked that she would have some part of him with her.
"Its not like I'm with him for him to get jealous," Hermione said in response to Draco's quip.
Pasting on the trademark Malfoy smirk, he said, "Problems in paradise?"
Hermione's anger started to rise and she answered, "There was nothing with me and Harry if that's what you want to know."
"Whatever Granger," Draco said with bite.
"Why do you ask me if you're not going to believe me?" she cried. And with that she ran off, out of the Christmas Ball. But this time Draco followed.