Chapter 7

One Down, Lots to Go

            Hermione was on her way to the Great Hall, a little after breakfast had started. Today she was wearing a navy blue schoolgirl skirt, that was shorter than yesterday's, if it was even possible, a pair of black high heels with a dangerously tall arch and a red spaghetti strap top, with a lace trim on the top, where her chest was and on the bottom, around her waist.

            You could see her well defined abs, which were to die for, combined with the bronze tan she had gotten that summer. Hermione's legs were firm and lean, long and tan. Just the way every guy wanted them. Every guy except Draco, that is. He was obviously way too good for me.

            She had woke up a little earlier that morning to go swimming in the pool for the Head girl and Head boy. After all, Hermione did have to make up for all the food she had yesterday, even though she had helped herself in burning some of those calories with Dean last night. Is that supposed to be a joke? He was so lame. He couldn't do anything. I am positive that he wouldn't even be able to name some private parts of the female body…

            Her morning swim had been refreshing. She loved water, the way it felt around her body. How it wrapped around her, engulfed her, never letting go, cold and inviting at the same time. Hermione loved the way it ran through her fingers.

            It was unusually cold in here, even for this drafty castle. It made her wish that she had put warm clothes on this morning. No, what I really need is a man. Someone to love me and someone I can feel safe with. Someone to satisfy me. Someone I could never grow tired of.

            "Man, it's so cold in here!" said Hermione out loud to herself, shivering. She ran her hands up and down her arms.

            "I'm sure that Dean wouldn't mind keeping you warm," answered Draco's voice from behind the shadows in the hall. She jumped up. She wasn't aware that there was anyone else there with her.

            A moment later she had settled down. "You know what, Draco, I think that it might work, after all, at least Dean has a bit of warmth in his body. He also has feelings and shares them with people," Hermione said, looking deeply into Malfoy's eyes, searching for any emotion. She wasn't able to see any. His eyes were their usual solid gray, as cold as ice.

            "So you're trying to say that I don't have feelings?" he looked at her, raising his eyebrows in disbelief. He of course already knew that he wasn't emotional, or at least he tried not to be, thanks to a certain father of his, but he couldn't let her know that.

            "I am not trying to say it. I am saying it," Hermione said in a matter-of-fact tone, "how come you have never let anyone close to you? I am sure that even Blaise doesn't even know anything about the real Malfoy."

            "Tell me something, Granger," Draco said with a blank look in his cold, gray eyes, "how is that any of your business?"

            "Why don't you tell me whose business it is then?" she crossed her arms and stepped towards him.

            "I don't have to tell you anything, Granger."

            "Alright, do what you wish, but I just want to let you know that I'm always willing to help…" she said, her voice trailing off. Draco's eyes widened and then his expression softened a bit.

            "Just like you were willing to help last night?" he said without thinking, but after those words had sunk in, he quickly added, "Thanks, Granger," in the nicest tone he could muster.

            Hermione turned around and left, swinging her hips from side to side. Draco couldn't take his eyes off her ass. "Bye," he muttered. She just raised her hand dismissively. He loved the way her hair looked, curls bouncing up and down as she walked, placing one leg in front of the other. She walked with her head up, back straight and chest raised in confidence. He couldn't stop looking at her until she walked around the corner.

Later that day…

            "Oh, baby," yelled Hermione as he took her tank top off.

            "You know what?" asked Justin. Hermione shook her head. "You look beautiful no matter what you're wearing," he said, with love in his eyes. "You know what else?"

            "Nope," Hermione said, licking her lips.

            "You look even more beautiful without anything on."

            "How do you know that, honey, if you still haven't finished undressing me? I still have my bra and my skirt left," she said teasingly.

            "I know." He looked more sure of himself than he had ever been.

            Hermione and Justin Fletchley were kissing on her bed during lunch. They had only been at it for a few minutes, but things were already getting hot and steamy. They had left Defense Against the Dark Arts together and somehow ended up on the bed in her room.

            Justin pulled away from the kiss. "What was that thing with Dean about yesterday?" Hopefully she isn't dating him. That would be kind of gross. He is a little wimp, and very inexperienced, and anyways, I have a much better body than he does. I am overall more qualified to date her.

            "Nothing, really," Hermione said sweetly, with her enchanting voice, "Dean has liked me for quite a while, but since I didn't share his feelings, I told him that I didn't have time for a boyfriend. He got really upset when he saw us making out in the hall. I think I really hurt his feelings."

            Ooo, so he likes my woman, huh? How come he never told me, though?  She should have been a bit more harsh with him, but wait, he's one of my friends, that would be kind of mean. No, it wouldn't! "So, who do you like then?"

            "It's a secret," she said as she ran her hand up from her knee to her hip, causing her skirt to ride up, exposing her thigh.

            "Well, what do I have to do to find out?" he said, coming closer to her face and looking deeply into her eyes.

            "Just give me all you've got, baby," Hermione said and leaned in towards him for a long kiss. She could only hope that all Justin had was better than all Dean had.

            Then she pushed Justin onto his back, so that he way lying on the middle of the bed. Hermione sat up on top of him, her butt pressing against his most valuable possession. "Is there something in you pants, or are you just happy to see me?" she asked. He didn't answer, he just laughed. That's what I thought.

Her legs were spread around to his sides, so that he could somewhat look up her skirt. She wiggled her ass a little, as if trying to find a comfortable position, watching him get even more excited from the friction of her butt on his package. She bent down and started kissing his chest, at the same time running her hands over it. Hermione kissed him all the way down to his abs, then sat up straight. She reached behind her back and undid her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders, and onto Justin's stomach. He picked it up and smelled it, inhaling so deeply that his chest rose about an inch.

"I'm keeping this," he said, and put the lacy red bra into his back pocket.

Hermione started to unbuckle his belt when…

"Hermione, I brought you some lunch since you didn't come down," said a voice on the other side of the door, gradually getting louder. "Maybe after that we can do something, you know, I will get better!"

The doorknob turned. Hermione knew that voice, she knew it all too well…

"I thought you weren't feeling…" he said as he opened the door and gasped in shock. Hermione looked towards Justin who had a what-the-hell expression across his face.

Hello dear readers. Thank you for reading this chapter. Sorry it was a little short, but I wanted to get it out to you as fast as I could, taking in consideration that I have been studying my ass off for finals all week. I just took my last final today and decided that you guys have had enough torture, waiting for this chapter. I hope you like it. Please review on your way out. IM me at kittykat5538 if you have any comments or if you want to talk.