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Chapter Twenty-Two
Hermione went into the bathroom and shrugged off the bathrobe she had slipped on in her haste. She was itching to take a shower, and she spun the hot and cold dial in the shower and waited for it to adjust to the right temperature while she critically examined her body in the mirror in front of her. She had a few marks from recent events down her neck and trailing down. She got rid of those with a handy spell she had learned. Then she turned to the tempting sound of water hitting tiles and slipped inside the shower.
Draco arrived sweaty from quidditch practice and placed his broom in a corner of the room. He heard Hermione taking a shower and decided to join her. He pulled off his shirt and left all his other clothes in a heap on the floor when he noticed from the corner of his eye something glinting on his desk. He inwardly gasped as he saw it was a knife. It was stuck in the desk mercilessly and the sharp point disappeared into the polished wood. He pulled it out and examined the hilt. I was silver with a silver serpent coiled around it. The eyes of the serpent glowed with green jewels most likely emeralds. He let the knife fall with a clatter to the desk as he realized where it had come from. He closed his eyes as if in pain and then opened them and noticed the letter the knife had been holding down. It looked like it was torn from one of his books and it was written in spidery script; his father's handwriting. Draco's hands shakily picked up the letter and his eyes crossed over the page again and again. It said:
'How could you? Having a fling with the mudblood are you? I would understand if it was for your own pleasure, but I did not expect you to become attached to a filthy mudblood! You will be severely punished when you return home, or I may just come and take care of you myself if I happen to drop by. By the way I met this mudblood girlfriend of yours. Quite attractive for a muggle. I had quite a LOT of fun with her. I must say she enjoyed it as well as you were supposedly present.'
-Lucius Malfoy
The letter fell from his hand and trailed slowly to the ground like a feather. Draco was horrified. What had he done to Hermione? He couldn't possibly have? "No...No she's ok..." He said over and over again as if to console himself. Many a time his father had brought muggle women to the manor that he had captured and tortured them by raping them senseless. Draco had seen his father turn into the lady's husband while raping her and then turning back to himself again. It was one of his favorite pastimes. He felt bile rising in his throat and leaned on the desk for support. He heard the shower stop and Hermione's door creak open so he charged through his bathroom door, through Hermione's door and entered her room. Hermione was changing and she turned around to look at him with a smile while slipping on a shirt.
"Hermione did my father hurt you?" He asked with a look of panic on his face. Hermione's smile slowly slid off her face and she silently wondered how he knew he had dropped by. "N-No...What are you talking about?" Hermione tried to keep a confused look on her face but she could tell that it was not working. "Hermione don't-don't lie to me." Draco came and gripped her shoulders desperately. "Draco he stopped by and it was nothing. He waited in the living room for you that's all." Hermione said while trying not to give anything anyway. Draco sighed with relief. "Thank god." He said and gave her a kiss. "Well it's time for dinner you know, you want to go down?" She asked. He shook his head. "No... I think I need to be by myself for a little while." She nodded understanding completely. She put on her robes and walked down. She entered the great hall and since nor Harry or Ron were around she seated herself next to Neville. "Hi Neville!" She said pulling a plate of mashed potatoes toward her and dishing some out in her own plate as well as his empty one. "Hi Hermione." He said distractedly. He was immersed in a brown leather bound book which said "Exotic plants of Abyssinia" on the spine. Apparently he had forgotten to fill his plate with food. Hermione ate and then quickly went upstairs as she had some work she wanted to finish. She sat upstairs in front of the coffee table with a mug of hot apple cider she had conjured. She flipped through a book she had found in the library. After flipping through two more books and doing some extra credit work for Professor Flitwick Hermione heard Draco come downstairs.
He came and massaged her shoulders and she looked up at him with that familiar twinkle in her eyes. "Oh it's time already?" She put her arms around Draco and he effortlessly lifted her up and carried her up the stairs to her room. There he stripped and did the same for her and then they joined each other on the bed for another fiery night filled with passion.
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Ron mentally kicked himself. It was no good and he couldn't abstain himself from talking to Hermione any longer. He had not been talking to her so that she would make more of an effort to talk to him but it seemed that it had gone the other way around. She had simply accepted the fact that he didn't want to speak to her and didn't even try to make conversation unless it was necessary. He had grudgingly gone downstairs to dinner in the last seven minutes as he was trying to finish the dangerously large pile of homework he had accumulated over the week. He took a seat at the Gryffindor table and his eyes sweeped up and down the table looking for Hermione. She wasn't there so she had probably already eaten. He sighed and poked half-heartedly at his piece of chicken with his fork.
He had to apologize for his immature behavior to her. He just couldn't take it anymore. He dropped his fork on his plate and headed out the double doors of the great hall. He went to the library where Hermione was usually found. He scanned the shelves of books and went to her favorite squashy arm chair. She was not there. He decided to go to her dormitory. He knew she would be up reading or something. He struggled to remember the password she had told Harry and him. "Black flowers? Black pixies? Black peanuts? He racked his brain. He passed a portrait of a large glass vase filled with roses with luscious glittering petals. "Petals!" He yelled and scared a few first-year girls nearby. It was black petals. Having solved this he walked confidently to her dormitory with a spring in his step. He would speak to his beloved Hermione soon.
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Hermione moaned as Draco's wet kissed lingered on her neck while his hands stroked the length of her body. He was on top of her but his weight didn't bother her. Her hands were in his platinum blond hair and she straddled him feeling the tip of his erection against her. She just never got tired of this. It was a wonder she thought to herself; that she had not done this in her earlier years of life.
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Ron stood in front of the acrylic portrait which was the entrance to Hermione's dorm. He said "black petals" and the portrait swung forward to reveal an arched doorway and warm comfortable room. The fire was cracking in its grate and he could see Hermione's bag and things littered on the floor. He walked up to them and peered at what she had been writing. The sentence had been left hanging in mid-sentence with the quill lying on the paper.
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Hermione and Draco were oblivious to the fact that anyone had entered their dorm. They were unconscious to each others surroundings, their main focus each other. Draco's mouth was at her breasts and Hermione's hands were probing elsewhere along his body. She let out moans calling his name again and again as his face got lower and that pleasant tingle started in her stomach again. He kissed her with a fiery passion with his tongue inside her mouth exploring familiar territory. Then he did that unsuspecting trick Hermione still had not gotten used to, he went inside her and Hermione gasped and moaned loudly in his mouth at her surprise. He moved inside her while she slightly arched her back moving her hips underneath him and calling his name like a mantra.
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Ron jogged up the stairs to her room two at a time as was his way and knocked on her door. No one opened the door and he knocked again...perhaps she was asleep? He heard a moan inside and his mind quickly flew into a panic. Was she in danger? Was she hurt? He barged the door open and raced into the room. At the spectacle before him his mouth fell open so wide that it looked like it would touch the floor.
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Muahahahaha! Cliffhanger!