Chapter Thirteen
Dear Diary,
It happened. Again.
I spent three whole days, keeping my mind off of him, convincing myself it was a one-night stand. Apparently he didn't think so.
It's really not much of a story to tell, although we were almost caught by the whole Gryffindor and Hufflepuff Quidditch teams. At separate times, not as a whole.
Before I ran into him, my day was particularly well. I was being complimented by all my teachers on my work, and Ron didn't even glower at me once. In fact he was rather civil, telling me congratulations when Professor Sprout told me I'd managed to get top grade on our last exam. I just sort of muttered thanks to that... it was a bit surreal, hearing his voice talk to me in such a nice tone again.
Professor Snape didn't even find anything wrong with my Cleansing Draught. That's as good a compliment to me.
I'd gone through all of my classes with no problems, so I decided instead of lunch, I'd go for a relaxing walk. I stopped and chatted with Hagrid for a few minutes, but he was busy tending to some creatures for the fifth years, so I didn't stay. I would see him later when I had my only afternoon class right before dinner.
I ended up walking around the Quidditch Pitch around 1 pm. I began walking around the whole thing, but when I saw the Gryffindor team approaching, I dodged out of view. I ducked into the stairs under the stands and watched them through a crack. I watched them all discuss something, probably play strategy, for about ten minutes.
I turned to leave, being bored by the antics of the team, and lo and behold, there he was. He was just watching me... which, actually, was rather eerie. He was carrying his Quidditch bag, so I figured he must have been out here to practice when our team showed up.
I just ignored him, well, almost. I grimaced at him in a way, sort of like, "Oh god leave me alone hello." He followed me though. I avoided the view of the Quidditch team while trying to escape him.
But he wouldn't let me get away.
Malfoy: Granger, wait. Please.
Me: dry, throaty laugh
Me: You'd think, Malfoy, that after shagging me witless twice, you'd be able to call me by my name.
Malfoy: silence
A few moments of silence later...
Malfoy: Her...Hermione. We need to talk.
Me: What is there to talk about? We had sex. The world's not ending, we didn't experience some life-changing enlightenment. We shagged. Banged. Fucked. Boned. Any bloody thing you want to call it, we did it. What is there to talk about?
Malfoy: What happened to you? When I talked to you before all the sex, you were downtrodden and quiet, and now you're...you're a soddin' tart, the way you're talking!
Me: another dry, throaty laugh
Me: Tart? Me? I've had sex once. And I've moved on. How the bloody hell am I a tart?
Malfoy: Fine, you're not. I guess I was wrong.
Me: Wrong? About me being a tart, you mean?
Malfoy: No, are you dim? Of course that's not what I mean.
Me: Of course not. You couldn't possibly be talking about what you actually say.
Malfoy: I was wrong about... I thought maybe you would be feeling the same way I do.
Me: I don't know what you're talking about...
Malfoy: Oh you bloody well do know what I'm talking about! You want me! You still fucking want me and you know you do because I want you! Yea, we shagged! But it was our first time, and we both know we want more.
Me: So what if I do want more sex. Who's to say I want it with you?
Malfoy: Don't even try to deny it. I can feel it. And you know just as well you can feel how much our bodies...they just work. They fit.
Me: So what if they want to—
Malfoy: kisses me
Me: falls into kiss
Malfoy: hands roam
Me: hands roam
Five Minutes Later
Malfoy: doing nice things with tongue
Me: fading away from reality
Malfoy: starts pulling away and begins to say something
Me: pulls him back in
Malfoy: tries again
Me: pulls him down on ground
So that's it Diary. I thought I'd capture the moment interestingly. Less writing, anyways. Plus I find me amusing.
Anyway, that's what happened. I knew if he pulled away from my lips he'd just start talking about how we "fit." I didn't want to hear about that. All I knew was that I wanted him so badly I'd give anything for his touch, for him inside me. We shagged for about forty-five minutes. I know because after about forty five minutes of practice the Gryffindor team gave in. They were all worn out and so their cool off was jogging.
Harry, Ron, Ginny, Parvati, and the rest of the team all talk animatedly when they jog. We were laying naked on the blanket I'd transfigured out of his shirt, and he'd just come. I had come right before him, and as he slowly recovered his brain and took in what he had to do next, we heard them. He was about to withdraw and stand up, but I grabbed him. I pulled him down on top of me, grasped my wand, and quickly cast a Disallusionment charm. I know we're not going to learn it for a while in Charms, but I taught myself because I was so interested when Harry told me about it.
Back to my story, it was incredibly awkward, laying there, him still inside me and the Quidditch team walking just within view of us. I don't think they could see us if we weren't all camouflaged, but it was still embarrassing. Once they jogged out of sight, we relaxed. I didn't remove the charm, but he pulled out and we just...lay there. Fell asleep, really. It was a cool day, so it was very comforting, falling asleep in his warm, muscular arms.
Boy, were they muscular...
Anyway, we woke up, and we laid there for about ten minutes in a comfortable silence. But then I began tracing the outlines of his oh-so-toned body, and I managed to find my way to his penis again. I slowly ran my fingers softly over his sensitive skin, clearly hitting all the right spots. I had that boy up in a matter of moments. He was putty in my silky hands.
So then we had another shag. Ha, I love how I go from being all sensual and what not and then just right down to it. "lalala sensual stuff...SHAGGING."
But back to my story. It was like déjà vu, he was on the bottom. It's actually rather free, being on top. Being the one in control. You're the one who's riding, not being ridden, you know?
He is rather good, for an amateur. I guess I am too. We were both quite sated after another pair of electrifying orgasms. Then I saw a dot in the sky. The Hufflepuff team was practicing. Deciding that it would be just as bad for them to find us, we dressed. His shirt was a little moist with sweat and smelled of sex when I transfigured it back to its original state, but he didn't care.
Believe it or not, that's not the most important, surprising, shocking, whatever part of the day.
No, the most shocking part was when, about one minute after we parted ways, he came chasing after me. He ran up to me and kissed me. It wasn't an "I want more sex" kiss, or an "Oh god I can't keep my hands off you" kiss. Wasn't even a "this is the last kiss" kiss.
It was an "I want more" kiss. But he wanted even more than sex. He pulled me into a little alcove between the stands and kept kissing me against in the corner until I had to come up for air.
Me: Malfoy, as much as I'd love to shag and kiss and make out with you forever, being that you are wonderful at all of them, I can't. I've got to get back to my dorm so I can study and do homework.
Malfoy: Gee, Hermione, you'd think after shagging a few times we'd be able to call each other by our first names.
Me: Whatever. Is there something you want with that kiss or can I leave now?
Malfoy: I want more.
Me: More sex??? That's not possible. I'm too tired, and I need to crack down on my work.
Malfoy: No, no, not more sex. I want more of you. I want to see more of you, know more of you.
Me: What on earth could ever possess you to feel like that?
Malfoy: You should know. You're...an enchantress, or something.
Me: yet another dry, throaty laugh
Me: Me? An enchantress? Oh, yea, Draco, I put a spell on you.
Malfoy: Don't laugh. I don't know what it is, but I'm captivated by you. All I want is to be around you nowadays. At first, I ignored it, wrote it off as just sex. But I can't anymore. Walking away from you, I screamed inside. I know it sounds like a line from an old book or something, but my whole body screamed that it's a lie. It's not just sex. I want to be with you.
Me: That's where you're wrong. You want to shag with me. You couldn't possibly want to be with me when all you've done for the past six years is torment me and mock my heritage. You couldn't possibly want to be with me.
I stormed off. I couldn't take it. I was feeling so happy, and he had to go and ruin it with his romantic delusions.
Bloody wanker...
xoxox
Hermione
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AN - Yay another chapter. Now I'll reply to reviews. I don't usually do this, but what the hey. Disclaimer: I'm a bitch if you piss me off.
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