Ever After Ch. 8
Warning! Het Alert! Het Alert! Please hold back the tomatoes! Not the tomatoes! runs off the stage crying as tomatoes are hurled at me

Chapter Eight

"What is up with Malfoy? Every since we got back to school, he's been stuck to us like glue," Ron complained as he and Hermione relaxed before the fire in the common room.

"Its not us he's with; its Harry," Hermione corrected.

Its been a month since they've been back and Malfoy declared himself a friend of Harry Potter. He even sat with trio at the Gryffindor table during meal times.

"Well, I still find it weird. But, you know, its actually been kind of nice to have him with us instead of against us," Ron commented softly.

Smiling, Hermione crawled over to where Ron was sitting. "I love you, Ron."

Blushing, Ron pulled her onto his lap. "I love you, too," he whispered, kissing her gently.

Letting out a tiny mewl, she wriggled to get closer. "Oh, Ron," she moaned when he cupped one of her breast in his hand, gently teasing the nipple to hardness.

She moved her body until she was straddling him and the next thing he knows, he's on his back. "'Mione, what are you-" He was cut off as she leaned over and traced the line of his lips with her tongue.

"C'mon, Ron," she said breathlessly. "You want this as much as I want it." She dipped her tongue into his mouth and licked at his teeth. "Ron, open up for me, please."

With a groan, he complied with the request.

The moment he did, she completely ravished him. Sliding her tongue along side of his sensually, she began to rock her body. "'Mione!" he gasped when she pulled away.

"Yes, Ron?" she whispered seductively with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Sitting up, she slid her bottom down his body until his trouser covered arousal nestled between her legs. She rocked her hips slightly, bringing a strangled moan from Ron. "You like that, Ron?" Not waiting for a reply, she began a steady rhythm. "Oh, yesss," she hissed. "I think you do. I know I do!"

"'Mione, you're going to be the death of me," he groaned loudly. "Please…"

"Please what? Please, don't do this?" He shook his head violently. "Oh, you mean, please do this!" and she pulled his pants off in one smooth motion. "Or do you mean, please do this," and she took his warm, wonderfully, erect member into her mouth.

"'Mione!" he throatily yelled as she sucked the hooded cock into her mouth.

"You're going to have to be a little more quiet than that, Ron," she teased with a lick at the head. "You don't want the whole of Gryffindor tower to come through the door," she murmured before she sucked the whole cock down her throat.

"Fuck!" Ron covered his mouth with his hand and screamed when 'Mione started bobbing her head up and down.

She reached over and started playing with his balls.

"C'mon, Ron! Do it!" she commanded around a mouthful of dick.

Arching his back clean off the floor and yelling, he shot his load into the back of her throat. She drank every bit of it, not leaving a single drop.

Ron collapsed back onto his back, trying to calm his erratic breathing. "You. Are. Wild!"

Licking her lips, she smiled. She grabbed her wand, cleaned him up, and magically put his clothes back on him. "Next time, it will be my turn." She then crawled up, rested her head on his chest, and closed her eyes. She was suddenly exhausted.

"Well, I'm glad you two finally finished cause I want to do my homework in here," Harry said walking into the common room with Draco.

"'Mione, can you help me with this problem?" Draco asked showing her his book.

"What the-!" Ron sputtered. "Who the hell do you two think you are!"

Harry feigned a confused look at Draco. "Did you hear something? That was one loud bee."

"Come to think about it, it sounded just like that damn banshee we heard a few minutes ago. Who do you suppose that was?" Draco asked teasingly.

"I'm going to kill you two!" Ron yelled jumping up and chasing after the two boys as they ran around the room, throwing out teasing comments.

Hermione watch the scene n front of her and smiled. She had never felt so completed before and she did not want that feeling to end.

Potions, a week later, were a complete disaster. Harry couldn't concentrate on the potion, he was supposed to do. He completely zoned out the minute Professor Snape opened his thin lips and his voice rumbled out. He was no longer listening to the words; he was listening to the sounds his words produce.

His growing love for the potions master was soon becoming a problem. And it looked like today was going to be a problem. He was so into his thoughts that he didn't notice that Snape was calling his name.

"Harry!" Hermione hissed elbowing him in his side.

Blinking owlishly at her, "What?"

"The professor is trying to get your attention, Harry," she whispered.

"Oh, shit!" he said standing up quickly.

The class erupted into laughter.

"That's ten points from Gryffindor for Potter's cussing and ten more for his inattention!" he snapped writing it down on the board. "Detention, Mr. Potter!"

"Yes sir," he said meekly as he sat down. "He is so mad at me," he whispered tearfully.

Hermione saw how close to tears Harry was and tried to console him without letting it be know what she was doing.

"Harry, I'm sure he didn't mean to sound so harsh," she whispered urgently. "Please Harry, don't cry!"

"I'm trying not to," he whispered as a tear rolled down his cheek. He coughed as he felt that lump in his throat get larger.

Luckily, the bell rang releasing the students to go to lunch.

Harry quickly put his stuff in his bag and hurried out the classroom. He didn't see Snape staring after him as he rushed out the door.

"Harry, where are you going," his friends wanted to know.

"To our room," he mumbled. "I'm not hungry."

"Do you want some company?" Hermione asked with concern.

"No, I'll be fine. I have some studying to do anyway," he said going up the stairs. "Don't worry. I'll be fine."

"Ok," she said softly.

He walked up the stairs dejectedly.

"Pass word," asked the Fat Lady.

"You suck."

"I most certainly do not!" she huffed as she opened the door.

He ran into the dorm and collapsed on his bed. There, he let it all out. The tears, the pent up frustration, and everything else. But most of all, he cried because he couldn't be with the one he loved. He understood discretion, but it still hurt.

"Where is he?" Snape mouthed to Draco who was sitting with Hermione and Ron.

"Dorm," he answered out loud.

"What was that, Malfoy?" Hermione asked turning to him when she heard him speak.

"Nothing."

Harry sighed as he sat up. "Ok, enough feeling sorry for myself. I have to study."

He stood up and started to leave the room so that he could study in the common room, when he bumped into something hard that wasn't there when he first came in. He fell on his ass painfully. "Bloody hell that hurt!"

"Language, Mr. Potter?" Snape drawled even as he squatted next to him and peering into his face for any sighs of distress.

"I'm fine, Professor. I was just about to start studying," Harry said answering his unspoken question, standing up.

He towered over the Gryffindor by almost a foot. Looking down at the boy's upturned face, he traced his facial features with his eyes. "You've been crying, haven't you?" A statement not a question. He gently touched the puffy area around the emerald eyes. "Did I do this?"

Closing his eyes against the pain that reflected in his teacher's eyes, he shook his head.

"Liar," was all he said as he leaned over and placed soft kisses on each closed eyelid.

"Ssseverusss," Harry hissed in Parseltongue, while leaning into his touch.

"I'm sorry, I hurt you," Severus said pulling back.

He did his puppy tilt. "It was my fault anyway. My brain has been elsewhere for the past few days."

"Want to talk about it?"

"Not really," he said shaking his head.

"Well, I have to go before someone catches me here. I'll see you for detention, Harry," he said walking out the door. "Oh! And here!" He threw something at him.

Harry caught it effortlessly. He looked at the object and gasped. Looking back up at Snape, shocked, "Wha-!"

"Have to keep your strength up, you know," Snape said with a wink and then he was gone.

"I can't believe he remembered that!" he said peeling the banana and taking a bite.

"Harry is in love with Professor Snape, isn't he?" Draco asked Hermione that evening in the library. She was tutoring him and Ron that evening while Harry was in detention.

Ron looked up at him. "Why do you want to know?" he growled, narrowing his eyes darkly.

"Chill out, Ron. Can't you see what's in front of you?" Hermione admonished. She turned to Draco. "You're in love with him." A statement.

"No!" he denied. "I just want to know, that's all/"

"You're not a good liar, you know. I can tell by the way you look at him when you think no ones looking."

Smirking, he said "You've been watching me, Granger?"

"You're arrogance don't work on me, Dracypoo," she said imitating Pansy.

"If you weren't such a good friend, I'd have to hurt you."

"Don't try to change the subject, Drake."

"Oh, alright, Ms. Nosy! I have a little crush on him."

"Is everyone around me gay?" Ron wanted to know. "Maybe I should join the club."

"Shut up!" Hermione snapped.