Surrendering to Desire

Will bustled into the room, completely oblivious to the tension that had built up since Draco and Hermione first laid on eyes each other. He kicked off his shoes and leapt onto the couch, putting his feet up and flicking on the television. Draco and Hermione shared a look, but exchanged no words. Instead, Draco followed Will into the room.

"Did I say you could come in?" Hermione hissed quietly, a surge of anger shoving aside her previous feeling of shock and amazement.

"Hey, Will, I can come in, right?" Draco called to Will.

"Duh." Will called back, his eyes glued to the television in the living room.

Hermione, still standing in the entrance, crossed her arms. "What are you doing here?" She spat, carefully speaking in a low voice so she would not be overheard by her charming roommate.

"Chillin' with Will." Draco replied simply. He tried to sound casual. Tried to sound as though he and Hermione had seen each other everyday for the past one and a half months and he just happened to be stopping by again. But the truth was, he was frantic inside. He was not planning on seeing Hermione at that moment; the shock of her being Will's roommate was still in full effect, and he had no idea how to handle the situation.

Hermione grabbed Draco's arm and dragged him into the hallway, shutting the door quietly behind her. She then repossessed her crossed-arms stance and glared at Draco angrily, awaiting an explanation. However, all Draco did was return Hermione's stare while waiting for her to say something about what was going on.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione repeated, even angrier at having to ask the question again. "In Paris. What are you doing here?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Draco asked.

Hermione fell quiet. She looked down at her feet, then looked up into Draco's dark, mysterious gray eyes. For some reason, when she looked into these eyes, it was as though everything was going to be all right. It was comforting. Reassuring. But not this time, Hermione told herself sternly. He can't plead his way out of this. No way.

"Look, I'm trying to live a normal life here-" Hermione began.

"And normal involves asking some random older guy to come and live with you?" Draco interrupted, suddenly realizing that Hermione and Will were actually living together.

"Don't you even start!" Hermione explained, disbelievingly. "It is not your business who I am maintaining a residence with! If you must know, Will had nowhere else to go, so I invited him to stay with me for the holidays. But why am I even telling you? It is not – your – business."

"It is my business!" Draco interjected. "This guy is like, what, twenty? You of all people should be wary around older guys! For all you know Will was planning to get you in bed tonight!"

Hermione shoved Draco in his chest, causing him to stumble backwards. "Don't you dare start acting all informative or protective or whatever the hell it is that you're doing! I don't want to hear it. It's none of your business. Period. Now, let me ask you this, Malfoy. Why is Will calling you Bob? Did you plot this whole thing and just didn't want me to know yet that you and Will were in cahoots?"

"No." Draco replied, trying to get over the shock of being shoved by a girl. "I didn't want him to know that I am a Malfoy. We're well known, you know. One of the wealthiest wizard families in the world. I didn't want to start a ruckus."

"Get over yourself." Hermione spat. "You may be a Malfoy, but you're no Harry Potter. You're name has been in the mud since Harry came along."

Draco felt as though he had been slapped. If this were anyone else but Hermione, he would have drawn out his wand and cursed the person to hell. But it wasn't anyone else, and it was Hermione. So, he remained silent.

"Oh come on, don't give me the special treatment because I'm a girl." Hermione provoked in a menacing, slightly hysterical voice. "You know you want to hit me or curse me or something. Go ahead. You've already thrown about as much pain at me as I can handle. Why not just add to the pile?"

Draco pulled out his wand. Hermione eyed it warily, but said nothing. He then threw his wand to the ground in front of Hermione's feet. He clenched his fists, head throbbing. This was not how this was supposed to go. Hermione was supposed to be so happy to see him that she'd have forgotten everything that happened and welcomed him with open arms. But instead, Draco was standing with a four feet distance between Hermione and himself, with a throbbing headache and Hermione so angry that she dared to throw Potter's name into his face.

"What do you want me to do, Draco?" Hermione pleaded, sounding helpless and alone.

"Why don't you ask Potter, since he seems to be so much better than me?" Draco retorted, his rage getting the better of him.

Hermione's bottom lip began to tremble. Her eyes welled up, tears fighting to escape. She turned and grabbed at the doorknob, prepared to go inside. However, before she could push the door open, Draco reached for her wrist. She tried to wriggle free, but it was no use.

"Just… just don't go. Please, Hermione?" Draco pleaded.

Hermione stopped struggling. It felt as though every part of her stopped moving, as well. She became breathless. Draco had never called her Hermione. Never. Not even when they were dating. It had always been Granger.

"What?" Hermione whispered, a single tear escaping and trickling down her face. She turned to face him.

"Everything that happened in November, it was not planned." Draco stated. "Well, it was planned, but I was never planning to go through with it. Blaise and the rest of the Slytherins believed I would, but I wasn't going to, I swear it. This was all Blaise's concoction, not mine. I didn't want it to blow up like that, but it kind of-"

"Did?" Hermione supplied. "Yeah, you could say that. I was humiliated beyond belief. All that time when I thought that the Slytherins were starting to warm up to me, they were just being nice because it was part of 'the plan'. And you knew it, didn't you?"

Draco nodded his head, looking at the ground. He felt so… controlled. Like Hermione had a leash on him and when she tugged, he went silent. If she ordered him to sit, he would sit. No one had ever had this control on him before, and he hated it. It just wasn't Draco style. But he was willing to shut up at this moment, as long as Hermione would forgive him and take him back.

"If it's any consolation, the Slytherins all hate me now, too." Draco said, hoping that Hermione would develop some form of sympathy for him.

"Good." Hermione replied. Draco looked up at her, and to his enormous relief she was smiling.

Suddenly, the door swung open. Will stood in the doorframe, hands on his hips. "What the hell?" He cried. "I was in there talking to myself for like, fifteen minutes! Someone could have told me that we moved the party to the corridor!"

"Sorry, dude." Draco apologized, grinning. "We didn't want to interrupt your tellyvisser… televish… tele… your TV." He finally said, giving up his attempt at the word television. Hermione giggled, but chose to ignore it.

"I've actually got to run out for a sec." Will informed. "I was watching this commercial for KFC and I got a sudden craving."

"Pregnant?" Hermione teased.

"Go to hell." Will replied. "I want chicken. Want to come, Bob?"

No one answered.

"Bob?" Will asked, looking at Draco as though he were crazy.

"Oh! Yeah, that's me. Bob. Sorry, I…er…zoned out for a bit. Nah, I'll pass." Draco finally answered. "Chicken…er… makes me sick. Just the smell of it can make me puke. It's not pretty, trust me."

"Okay." Will said, a little disappointed. "I'll be back in a bit. Must find the place, first. Later." Will took off down the hallway and turned out of sight, leaving Hermione and Draco standing alone in the long, deserted corridor.

"Shall we continue this inside?" Draco suggested, indicating the open door.

Hermione hesitated, but then for some foolish reason she nodded. Draco placed his hand on her back and led her inside, shutting the door behind him. Hermione awkwardly moved over to the couch, Draco following and taking a seat next to her.

"I really did miss you, Granger." Draco said, secretly kicking himself in the ass for sounding mushy and romantic. This was definitely not a Malfoy-type conversation.

Hermione apologized to the lord for what she was about to say. "I… I missed you, too, Draco. For someone who never really cared for me, you sure do sound genuine."

"I did care for you!" Draco exclaimed. "I… I do care for you." Shit, Draco told himself. Why do you have to go sounding all hopelessly romantic, for?

"How much?" Hermione asked, inching closer to Draco. She wanted to hear him say it. She needed to hear him say it. Just three little words, Draco…

"I…" Draco began. Damn Cupid or whoever the hell invented love! "I…" Draco sighed. "I love you, okay? There you go. I, Draco Malfoy, love you, Hermione."

Hermione's insides lit up like the fourth of July. Her face broke into a huge grin as she gazed into Draco's eyes, feeling happier than she'd felt for a long time. "I love you too, Draco."

Draco heaved a huge sigh of relief. She may not have completely forgiven him, but this was definitely a start. Who would have thought that three words could have cured everything? He leaned in and softly kissed Hermione's lips. They were so sweet. So… Hermione.

Hermione internally sighed. She missed Draco's kiss. They pulled apart, taking a moment to gaze into each other's eyes. Then, Draco leaned in for another kiss. This time, it was not as gentle, but more passionate. Slowly, Hermione's lips parted on their own and Draco's tongue welcomed itself into her mouth. It explored while wrestling Hermione's tongue, the war soon become a battle of dominance. Their tongues soon began becoming more aggressive, fighting for supremacy as though there were no tomorrow. Draco got lost into the war of the tongues. Instinctively, he slid his hand up the back of Hermione's shirt and began undoing her bra.

Hermione pulled away. "What are you doing?" she asked.

Draco suddenly got pulled back into reality. He cursed himself. It was as though he had forgotten that Hermione was a virgin. It just felt so – right. "Sorry." He muttered. "I don't know what came over me. I just got a little carried away."

Suddenly, Hermione grabbed Draco by his shirt and pulled him in to continue the war. Draco had just told her that he loved her. And she returned his feelings. Hermione always said that she wanted sex when she was in love with the perfect guy. And Draco was the perfect guy. Up until now her excuse had been that she just was not ready. But as she was about to argue this point, another popped up in her head. She was ready. At that moment, she had never wanted sex so badly in her life. She had the love, the boy, and the willingness… she was ready.

This time it was Draco's turn to pull away. "Hermione, what the-"

"Just shut up, please." Hermione replied. "Don't spoil the moment."

Draco looked into her chocolate brown eyes, suddenly recognizing an eagerness that he had never seen in them before. That's when it hit him. She actually wants to do it. Unbelievable.

Following Hermione's orders, Draco stopped talking. Instead, he stood up, then scooped Hermione up into his arms. She giggled as he carried her off into the bedroom. However, no matter how ready she was, she was still nervous. She would finally be losing her virginity. The thought was terrifying.

Draco playfully threw Hermione down onto the bed, then leapt on top of her and resumed the tongue war for dominance. Hermione had a newfound determination – she would not give in. Once again, Draco's hands slid up the back of Hermione's shirt and in no time he undid her bra. He pulled her bra out, then tossed it onto the floor. Hermione began unbuttoning Draco's shirt, her hands slightly trembling. Once all of the buttons had been undone, she slid his shirt off of him and tossed it beside her bra. Hermione placed both of her hands on Draco's chest and slowly moved them up and around his neck, gently kissing him and assuring him that she was still going to go through with it. Nodding, Draco pulled off Hermione's shirt. She suddenly felt self-conscious about her body, but still said nothing. Closing her eyes and inhaling a deep breath, Hermione reached down and unzipped Draco's pants. She pulled them off and threw them into the new forming clothes pile. Draco did the same to her, and soon they were both sitting on Hermione's bed wearing only boxers and panties.

Draco kissed Hermione and began rubbing her breasts in a smooth, circular motion. They were so soft. His hands began to move down Hermione's body until they reached her panties. Looking into her eyes for one last okay, he pulled them down and off. Hermione felt doubly self-conscious. Not wanting to be the only one completely naked, she reached down and pulled off Draco's boxers. This was not the first time that she had seen Draco naked, since he enjoyed walking around their common room the way that god had created him, but it was still amazingly weird that they were both sitting there together on a bed naked, prepared to have sex with each other for the first time.

Draco stroked Hermione's inner thighs, then slowly glided up her body and rested both hands on her breasts, massaging her endlessly. He wanted this to be an extraordinary experience for her. He wanted it to feel good for her. And Hermione wanted the same thing. Hermione had her hands on Draco's shoulders as she continued to kiss him. Draco slowly pulled away. He began kissed her jawbone, then her neck. He continued down until he reached her breasts. Hermione arched her back slightly as Draco sucked her nipple, thinking that it so far felt wonderful. Draco once again stroked her thigh with one, single finger. That finger began to dance up her leg towards her forbidden area. His finger circled her, waiting for the opportune moment. Draco suddenly inserted his finger into Hermione's opening, causing her to jump slightly. After a short period of exploration, he withdrew his finger and leveled his head with Hermione's so that he could kiss her once more. Draco was fully erected, growing more and more energized. Hermione's eyes were shut as she kissed Draco, wondering when it would happen. Then, suddenly without warning, Draco plunged into her. A brief pain shot through her vagina and she winced, but the pleasure was so unreal that it almost completely covered up the pain. Draco gently thrust in and out as he lay on top of Hermione, but as she let out a huge moan, a sudden animal overtook Draco and his thrusts grew harder and harder. Hermione panted as she arched her back and began swaying her pelvis to the rhythm of Draco's thrusts, feeling totally and completely in sync with him. Hermione let out another gasp that caused Draco's thrusts to grow even harder and faster as she tried to keep up with him.

A little while later, Draco and Hermione both collapsed on the bed. They were panting and sweating and almost out of breath. Draco grabbed Hermione's hand, but said nothing. They lay there in silence, savoring the moment that they had together. Hermione did not feel the disgust and repulsion that she expected to feel. Instead, a feeling of joy began to spread through her body, and she gave Draco's hand a tight squeeze. This was the real deal.

Suddenly, Draco stood up and began dressing himself.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked, a bit disappointed at his abrupt departure from the bed.

"Will could be back at any moment." Draco pointed out. "We don't know each other, remember?"

"Oh, yeah." Hermione replied, grinning.

"Hermione?" Draco asked.

"Yeah?"

"I really do love you."

"I love you, too." Hermione replied. "Bob." She giggled as Draco once again leapt on top of her and enveloped her into an endless kiss, thinking only one thing: Bye bye, virginity.