A wave of heat flushed Draco's body as he opened his bedroom door.
When they had finished, Hermione wrapped her legs around his hips as they lightly dozed, eventually falling fully asleep. A few hours later, Draco woke up from a violently real nightmare, in which a group of death eaters had been torturing Hermi. He took a few breaths to calm himself, then snapped back to his senses. 'Why the hell should I care if they want to kill this mudblood whore?' But a feeling in the back of his head told him different. He didn't want to see her hurt…but why? He hated any non-purebloods, or stupid fucking idiot wizards like the Weasleys who couldn't get their act together. He blocked all these thoughts from his head before he gave any of them too much thought.
The next morning, Hermione woke him up unexpectedly. She was making loud noises as she packed a small duffel bag, with the various clothes she had from her house.
"Where are you going?" He asked groggily.
"My mum wants me to come home- she's wicked pissed that I've haven't been home for like a month…"
"Oh," He thought in disappointment ('Why the hell do I keep thinking shit like this?')
She kissed him goodbye, and leaned in for a hug. What he got was an ample view of her cleavage- he was thankful for being underneath the blankets.
A few days went by, and Draco felt like he was going mad. Being alone in his huge house was beginning to get to him, so one day he got out a quill and parchment and wrote to Hermione.
Dear Hermi,
I know you're probably sick of me after living with me for a few weeks, but I was wondering if you wanted to get together again sometime? Maybe we can have a picnic or something? Write back soon.
Love, Draco
He had signed it 'love' but why? 'Honestly, what I becoming? Does this girl have some hold on my mind?' What Draco didn't understand is that he was falling for her- something he had never experienced. Pansy was a fun fling-type thing, not serious. Ginny Weasley was a dare of course- he normally wouldn't touch her with a ten-metre broomstick, but with a thousand pounds (about 1750) on the line from Greg Goyle…
Surprisingly, he got a reply note from her that night as he stared blindly from his room across the Malfoy grounds. He grabbed it from his owl eagerly.
Dear Draco,
I would absolutely LOVE to go out again… It was so hot when I lived at your house, why would I be sick of you? Anyway… want to go out tomorrow night? I'll bring extra clothes this time so I don't have to send your cute little owl.
Love always,
Hermione XOXO
'What the… so now she takes my invitation for a date to mean she's moving in again?' His mind said, but something else made him feel pleased about it. He pounded his forehead in anger, now being thoroughly annoyed about these unwanted thoughts.
He wrote back and the next day, Hermione rode up in the passenger seat of Meg's car. Tonight, she carried a small suitcase (like she said she would) and wore a red wisp of a dress- resembling a tango dancer, complete with red vinyl stilettos. Her hair hung enticingly from a messy bun/ponytail type thing onto her neck, contrasting the rich chestnut to a dewy white. He smiled elatedly as he admitted her to his home.
"Hi Draco," She said quietly, attempting to sound shy. It was driving him absolutely batty, though not in the annoyed sort of way… He offered her a drink as he sat on the couch for a bit. She politely declined and sat a few inches away. He didn't know what was up with this mock shyness, but it was turning him on in a major way. He wigged slightly closer to her, until their thighs touched. She glanced at him with a small smile.
"Ready to go?" He asked.
"Mmm-Hmm, you're driving again, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so… Want to go dancing?" He offered.
"Ok," She obliged and stood up, smoothing her dress as she waited for him.
The both climbed into the car, and Hermione resumed her shy act again. He glanced over at her every few seconds, just to see her face. With a start, he remembered about the Potter plan, and began to ask about him to gather information.
"So…uh, do you and Pott…I mean Harry ever hang out?"
"Not really anymore… we sat together on the way home from school in June, but we didn't really have anything to talk about…"
"What did you used to talk about?" He queried curiously.
"When we were 'the trio' we talked about whatever was going on- like the Triwizard Tournament in fourth year… then when Ron left, we talked more personally- like our problems, not someone else's."
"Mmmm," He nodded, listening keenly.
"I think he needs to see some help… he's always having nightmares about his parents or Sirius…"
"Sirius…?"
"Black. He was Harry's godfather and he used to talk to him all the time… he was also in the ord…never mind. But he got killed in fifth year during the whole death-eaters-in-the-department-of-mysteries thing. Your father was there, wasn't he?"
"Uh, yeah. If the fact that he's a death eater makes you uncomfortable, I'll just say that I don't agree with him." He lied, keeping a perfectly concerned expression on his face.
"That's good. But to tell you the truth, I had completely forgotten the side your family was on- I was too lost in you..." She smiled and rested her hand on his leg. "I don't care about your father, I care about you…" She leaned over for a kiss, causing Draco to swerve over the centre line. His thoughts were elsewhere, so he ignored her advances.
"Sirius Black. He escaped from Azkaban…He's Harry's godfather? I only knew that he was my mum's cousin…"
"Wow. Really?"
"Yeah, but Mum didn't associate with that side of the family. She married Father, end of story."
They pulled up to a small restaurant south of London, and Draco helped her climb out. She thanked him with a kiss on the cheek. He was in quite a cheerful mood- due to the fact that he now had information to report to his Father, and Hermione was completely oblivious. After they were seated and had ordered, he excused himself from the table and went to the bathroom to phone his father.
"Father- I've gotten some useful information on Potter from Herm- I mean the mudblood… it seems as though he has nightmares every night about his parents and Sirius Black." Draco told his father, through his small mobile phone, "Also, she told me he's uncomfortable talking about the death of Cedric Diggory, from fourth year… and here's the big thing… he lives in Little Whinging- in Surrey, during the summer."
He heard Lucius draw a breath excitedly. "Excellent, truly magnificent- either when you get home or tomorrow morning come and see me, I'd like to have a word with you…" The phone clicked as he hung up. Draco flipped his phone closed, checked himself in the mirror and went back to the expectant Hermione. This time it was he who initiated the kissing which kept them occupied until their food arrived. Before the realised it, they had kept the waiter waiting to put down their plates for a good five minutes.
A small Latin quartet was playing live tonight, and once they had finished their dinner, they went out onto the floor to dance. Hermione, whose attire suited the occasion perfectly, also got the chance to show that she had apparently had dance lessons. Before the night was through, she out danced all of the other women there. It was all Draco could do to keep up with her; luckily he had had lessons too at his mother's encouragement when he was very much younger. Together, they tangoed so closely a hair could hardly have passed between them, and during the faster-tempo songs danced so enthusiastically that other couples cleared the way for them.
After tiring themselves out (at least for the moment), they decided to drive around for a bit before heading home. This of course was Draco's idea, he wanted to find out where the house was Potter stayed at- he wasn't stupid, that's why he brought her south of London rather than the centre, where all his favourite restaurants were. Half-drunk and tired, she gave directions without even knowing what she was saying. Finally, she pointed out a quiet little street, onto which he turned with one quick flash of his turn signal.
The sign read 'Privet Drive' and she said it was number four. At once, he saw the house number on the side of the brick. A light was on upstairs and a figure was standing in the window. It was Potter, and Draco could have sworn he looked right into the car before walking away. He drove off before he came back.
It was late when they got back to the Manor, but Draco didn't see why they couldn't just make it a full night though they were both pretty tired already. He could have lived without the sex that night, but why he did it was mostly to get his mind off of other things, like Potter in the window. Hermione at least enjoyed it, but Draco was basically numb from the events before. Afterwards, she fell asleep almost immediately, though it took him a considerably longer time- partially due to the fact she was sleeping on his arm and he couldn't move it.
It seemed as though he'd only closed his eyes when Hermione began to stir next to him and sunlight flooded the windows. He sat up and rubbed the dark circles that had formed overnight under his cool grey eyes. She kneeled over his hips and rolled her shoulders towards him. He flopped back against the pillows and she stretched out fully on top of him, though her legs remained on either side of him. She attempted to kiss him, but he turned to the side in protest.
She screwed her face into a pout, "Draco…"
"I'm tired, can I just get showered and dressed alone? I'm not in the mood…"
"Fine." She said brusquely and stood up.
He watched her leaving with a sour expression on his face before heading into the bathroom. After stripping down and climbing in to cold shower, he glanced himself in a small mirror hung from the showerhead. There were some vivid red bite (?) marks on his neck and chest. His hand traced around the mouth shape absentmindedly, wondering if Hermione had done this last night. Waking up slightly from the frozen water, he washed up and stepped out a few moments later. He slipped into a clean pair of boxers and stood in front of the bathroom counter. Hermione returned as he began shaving and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Like the marks I left you? They look like they hurt… didn't you feel it last night?"
"Yeah, it uh, felt good…" He lied, wishing she would go away, although he didn't mind the way her abdomen rested on his back. As he splashed on some aftershave, he saw a marked change in her expression; a hungry look possessed her eyes.
"Oh Draco…mmm…" Her eyes rolled back as her eyelids closed over the shining brown orbs. She went partially limp, using her arms around his neck to hold herself up.
"Hermione? What's wrong?" He was totally clueless. It appeared as though she was aroused, but how, he wondered. One of her legs found its way up, and she straddled him, pushing him against the counter. Her heated breath warmed his neck as she nibbled his ear.
"Uh, Hermione? What's up?" he repeated.
"…Ooooh… you smell so goddamn good… oh, Draco…" Again she roughly pushed him, rubbing herself onto his boxers. His breathing increased as her rising and falling chest pressed on his abs, causing a slight twitch under the silken fabric of his underwear. She squashed her bosom onto him, and he glanced down into her shirt. She noticed the direction of his eyes, and ripped her shirt off immediately. A definite flush of heat engulfed him, making him want to take her right there on the bathroom floor. But he didn't- in favour of accepting her advances. She grabbed his face and began to kiss him voraciously, which he did back willingly. As they did this, Hermione brought her knees up to rest on the counter behind him, leaving her hot area just above the waistband of his boxers. Somehow, after several intense moments she dropped to the floor, panting heavily. Resting on all fours, she looked up at him before pulling down his underwear, leaving them at his ankles. Holding onto his hips, she smashed her face into the warm flesh of his manhood. He clutched at the counter, quite shocked but not displeased.
The short, curly blond hair tickled Hermione's nose as she moved her face in and out over him, swirling her tongue around him. As soon as she began this, he became hardened, filling her mouth fully. He tipped his head back in sexual agony as she continued to suck on him. Finally, a bit later, as he became closer to coming, she bit down slightly several times, causing a mix of pain, mingling with extreme pleasure for him. All at once, she felt him contract several times and her mouth dripped with the milky substance of him. She removed herself from him and stood up to look him in the eyes.
A small drop of the white fluid dripped from the corner of her mouth. He glimpsed at it, blinking several times in pleasure as her tongue slowly came out and licked it carefully. Draco couldn't hold a moan in, and she devilishly smiled.
"Wow…" This was the only thing he could say.
"I'll be waiting for you downstairs," She said, grabbing her shirt and nearly bouncing happily out of the room.
Respect for Hermione and that mouth of hers, caused him to dress quickly after cleaning up again. He eagerly bounded down the staircase, and found her waiting on a couch.
"Hey," He sat down next to her.
"Hi. So what was up this morning? Why were you so grumpy when you woke up?" She asked, rather like she was talking to a child.
He simply loved the way her personality could change so rapidly. One moment she was a sleazy, sexy seductress; the next, a perfect lady. He was really beginning to like having her around the house. 'I can't believe I just admitted that to myself!' He thought. 'But it's true…' his mind added.
"Uh, I was just very tired… I didn't really sleep well last night."
"Oh… I can see why…" Oh, but she couldn't. She had no idea about the ideas churning around in his head- plans plotting to kill one of her friends.
"Father, I drove by the house yesterday. It was a Muggle home and obviously, for that reason, it had minimal security." Draco explained to his father.
"As I would have assumed. However, how are things going with the girl?"
"Excellent. I'm led to believe she enjoys living here and this morning, she went mental over my aftershave, because she said I smelled good…"
"So you two are having frequent sexual relations?"
"Yes."
Lucius considered his son for a moment. "When do you think you can get more information?"
"Want me to try tonight? I can take her out again…" offered Draco.
"If you feel it'll be productive."
"Perhaps…If I had something to drive…"
"If you're suggesting my cars… for one- you have no license…"
Draco plunged his hand into his pocket, withdrawing his wallet. Flipping it open, he pulled out the laminated document and tossed it onto the desk in front of the senior Malfoy.
"When…" Lucius began.
"Mum took me…and paid off the instructor to overlook my age…"
"In that case… I will allow you to drive…" He thought, deciding which one of his precious cars he could part with for the night. "…The Mercedes. But remember, it had better be returned as I gave it to you, or you'll end up with the same fate as Potter."
Somehow, mostly because he kept reminding himself the threat was legitimate, he managed to keep a straight face. As soon as he was out of his father's sight, he jumped up happily and punched his fist in the air. It was the first time his father had ever allowed such a thing. Hermione, who didn't know what was going on, was surprised when he found her in the hall, picked her up and spun her around in a hug.
"Oh Hermione, I love you!" he exclaimed, too caught up in the moment to realise what he was saying.
She smiled fainted and replied, "I love you too."
That night, Draco walked out to the barn/garage like he had springs on his feet. Hermione's eyes dazzled from the headlights of the expensive SUV as he pulled it up in the driveway.
"Wow!" She exclaimed as she climbed into the passenger's seat.
"It's really lucky my father let me take it. He's never even let me touch them before."
"So why's he letting you tonight?" She asked curiously.
"Because of you…He thinks we really do have a charm together; he probably wants us to get married…" He lied.
Hermione slipped into a thoughtful silence, no doubt pondering Draco's untruthful statement. He almost wanted to come out tell her about the lie, but restrained himself. He flipped on the radio and turned it up until the bass thudded loudly throughout the many speakers. Hermione danced slightly to the music- as much as the seatbelt allowed. The seatbelt, Draco noticed, chafed the exposed top half of her breasts in a very… he swallowed… 'Nice fashion… Why the fucking bloody hell do I have to keep thinking stuff like that?' he though, slightly disappointed in himself, until brief memories of the pool and the bathroom incidents flashed in front of his eyes. 'Oh yeah, that's why…'
Tonight, he took her to a more suburban area, near a beautiful lake, popular for the large carp it produced. A few times, before he was in school he had come down here with his mother, who was more interested in visiting with her friends than he was, and splashed around the shallow parts. He had watched other small boys fishing with their fathers and had felt twinges of envy, as they reeled in huge fish. Draco had of course been fishing in the lake on their property, but it wasn't the same as if his father would have gone with him.
As they had done for the past few dates, they ate and danced a little. Before long, Draco led her out of the building and back to the car. She thought he was going to do her in the backseat, but instead he drove them to the edge of the lake, where he got out and pulled a blanket out from the back. He spread it on the grass and Hermione sat down. Her face was bathed in moonlight as she stared across the water. She looked over when Draco sat down next to her, the light of the moon reflecting on his glossy bland hair.
"Oh Draco, it's lovely, just like you…" She clutched his upper arm and leaned on his shoulder. He inclined his head towards her, and didn't respond. She sighed and breathed in his orgasm-inspiring scent. A shiver caused her body to tremble and she moved closer to Draco's warm body. He allowed her to climb into his lap, where she rested her face on his masculine chest before kissing him lightly on the lips. He responded softly, eventually flipping her onto her back and straddling her as they made out.
She squirmed and moaned; much to Draco's enjoyment- they feeling of the wriggling body underneath him caused him much pleasure. They continued like this for a while, until they were both heated and sweaty- though the night air was chilly. Hermione panted as they paused in their kissing for a moment, before standing up and dragging Draco towards the water. He didn't know what she was doing, but he was on a sort of high from the lack of air and intense passion. When they reached the shore, she let her dress fall from her body with a subtle rustle and took off her shoes. Finally, he saw what she was doing, and removed his clothes as well- both of them leaving their underwear in a heap on the ground.
They slipped into the icy water together, both drawing their breath due to the sudden temperature change. Draco, who had an indoor pool in his house, knew how to swim quite competently and he headed out towards the deeper depths. Hermione didn't know how to swim nearly as well as he did, though she tried her best to follow the man ahead of her. The cold nipped at the extremities of their bodies, but they failed to notice when they were in each other's arms again, nearly sucking their faces off. All of the sudden, a flashlight beam weakly shown over their heads as a policeman made his rounds.
"Oh no! Oh no! Oh…" Hermione whispered frantically.
"Shut up!" He snapped back, "Get over here…"
He pushed her towards some reeds, which they both got behind in an attempt to hide their naked bodies. They saw the beam of light again, and now the person holding it. After a quick scan of the water again, the officer squatted down with a stick and picked up Hermione's bra with it.
"Damn trespassing teenagers… parking illegally, littering with this filth…" He muttered under his breath. Hermione shuddered next to Draco, causing a slight splash and ripples to break across the surface.
"Whose there?" The man questioned the thin air; who in their right mind ever answered that question? He waited a second then pulled out a fat book of tickets and began to fill one out.
"Let's see… make of vehicle… Mercedes Benz…model…"
"Oh, you goddamn fucking son of a bitch cock-sucking bastard!" Draco let off an extremely long chain of explicit words under his breath. "How the bloody hell am I supposed to pay a Muggle ticket?"
"I'll help you, now please… just don't get us caught…" Hermione pleaded quickly.
They waited until they heard the police car start up again and made sure he was gone before swimming back to the shore. Draco went up the hill and got the blanket they'd had before to use as a makeshift towel. Once they had dried off, it was Hermione who swore profusely.
"That nasty fucking pervert stole my damn bra!" She stomped her foot in anger.
"It's ok Hermione. It doesn't matter… at least he didn't catch us! Though I'm thinking he's probably parked in some bushes down the road jacking off about it…"
She giggled and he was pleased he'd cheered her up.
"That's so gross…" She said with a smile.
"It's a guy thing." He explained, causing her to laugh even harder.
