Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, or that stupid prick Ronald Weasley. In fact I don't own anything that has to do with Harry Potter except the plot to this story. And since it is one of the few things that I own I would appreciate it if no one would steal it. I also own Velvet. She is my creation. ALL MINE!

A/N: Sorry for not updating, I really wanted to get this up two days ago but on Tuesday stupid fanfiction wouldn't let me log in and yesterday I had some fucking all school picnic that I had to go to and therefore couldn't get online. On top of all that, my laptop crashed and I have no idea what is wrong with it, it doesn't boot up, luckily I have up to chapter 45 saved on disks and have hard copies of them. Unfortunately I will have to spend a lot of time in the library as soon as school lets out so that I can type up everything I write from now on until my laptop gets fixed.

But anyway, thank you all for the wonderful reviews, I loved them all and I got so much positive feedback for Pureblood. MUAH! to all.

Does anybody smell lemons. I do…

Enjoy!

Chapter 34

Epiphanies and Velvet

When they arrived in Draco's room, Hermione immediately lay face down on his bed and started crying. She didn't know what else to do.

Draco watched her from the doorway. He didn't know what to say to her, she was trying her hardest to be alright with all that had happened to her. He was glad that she was such a strong person, most people would break under the weight that had been landed on her shoulders.

She had held her own, but something must have snapped in her. Something that she could not bear, and he could not bear to see her like this. She was beautiful when she was sad, the way her tears left small reflective lines of salty water down her face, the way her cheeks would get red and rosy when she cried. He thought it looked wonderful. But the pain that caused it was what made him want to make it stop.

Plus, she was prettier when she wasn't crying.

He walked over to the bed, not knowing what exactly to do. He had comforted her only once before, because she had only broken down like this once before; right after she was raped by her so-called boyfriend.

He thought that there would be nothing else that could hurt her that much after that. He thought that she was strong enough to get through anything after that.

He was wrong.

He looked down on her, the way her breath would hitch, he could hear the moaning from the crying and the sniffling noises that she made. He couldn't see her face. He wanted to look her in her eyes and tell her that everything was going to be all right.

Too bad he didn't believe that.

He sat down next to her and brushed the hair away from her face, exposing her cheek to him, only the part that she didn't have immersed in the downy comforter. He did the only thing he could think of and bent down to kiss her cheek.

She took her head out of the blankets and looked up at him with tear-stained cheeks, momentarily forgetting that he was there while she was wallowing in her self pity. She saw the concerned look in his darkened silver eyes. She suddenly felt very selfish.

She was crying because she thought that it would be horrible to never be able to leave here. But here was the man she loved, trying to make her feel better over something that was completely against him, she had wanted to leave the house. Not to get away from him, she just wanted to be home and free.

But she realized that she was just where she needed to be, with Draco.

She lifted herself up and let out a small "I'm sorry" before crushing his lips with hers.

The unexpected force in which she kissed him made him fall backwards, lying on his back on his bed.

But she kept kissing him, she didn't want to leave, she wanted to be here, with him.

At last they pulled apart, both breathing heavily. Hermione laid her head on Draco's shoulder and he hugged her. Not knowing what else to do, she was still lying on top of him after all.

"I'm so sorry Draco, I was being so selfish," Draco heard from his shoulder.

"Its ok, Hermione, don't worry about it."

Hermione hugged him closer to her, not wanting him to ever leave her, not wanting to ever leave him.

Draco had no idea what she was apologizing for, but he knew that if he said something then she would probably start crying again, so he just held her.

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Hermione finally felt content about twenty minutes later. She made to get up, putting a hand on either side of Draco and pushing herself up on her arms. She looked down on him and he looked back into her eyes.

She realized just where she was.

So did Draco.

Before you could say quidditch, Draco had flipped Hermione over and brought his lips crashing down on hers, moving his body over hers.

Hermione gave into him and started kissing him harder.

Draco brought his hands down to the bottom of her shirt and started moving it up when they heard a knock at the door.

"Not again!" Draco yelled, pulling up from Hermione and looking to the door, which was opening.

"Sorry Draco," said a blonde girl, who popped her head through the door, with no remorse in her voice. "But have you seen mum?"

"No, I haven't, did you look in her library?" he asked, trying to get her to go away.

"Yes, I have looked everywhere, I don't know where she went, can you help me find her?"

"I'm sort of busy here," Draco said, nodding to Hermione.

"I don't care, you can come back," the blonde girl said, stepping into the room and putting her hands on her hips in much the manner of Mrs. Weasley and looking at him with deep sapphire eyes.

"Fine!" Draco yelled, getting up off the bed and following the girl out of the room.

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"You should have known to find her in the garden, that's where she always is," Draco was yelling as he walked back into his room more than 20 minutes later.

"I'm sorry if I don't know these things, I just got home," she yelled.

"I don't care; can you leave me alone now?"

They stepped into his room and the girl caught sight of Hermione again, this time her curiosity got the better of her.

"So who's your new girl?" she asked contemptuously.

Draco let out a huff and ran his hand through his hair.

"Hermione, this is my sister, Velvet. Velvet, this is my girlfriend, Hermione," he introduced. "Can you leave now?"

"Nice to meet you," Hermione said with her smile.

"Charmed," Velvet said sarcastically before turning on her heel and leaving the room.

"She is a pain in the ass," Draco said to Hermione as Velvet took her leave.

"I never knew you had a sister," Hermione said.

"She went to Beauxbatons, she's two years older than me," Draco explained.

"Why was she looking for your mother?"

"I don't know, she needed to ask her something."

"Oh," was all Hermione could say.

"Do you want to eat some dinner?" Draco asked finally.

"That sounds good," Hermione said as she got off of Draco's bed and followed him down to the dining room.

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"So Draco, tell me about this girlfriend of yours," his sister was pressing as they ate dinner, acting as though Hermione wasn't even there.

"Hermione is from my school, Velvet."

"Okay and how did you two get together?"

"We made a bet," Draco said.

"What kind of bet?" Velvet persisted.

"It's really annoying having to reiterate myself on this so many times," Draco said offhandedly to Hermione, who smiled and nodded. "It's a long story and basically it ended up that she had to kiss me two minutes a day for a week, and now we are together," Draco finished to his sister.

"And when was this?" Velvet asked, taking a drink of her wine.

"October."

Velvet nearly gagged, she spit out the wine that she had been drinking and quickly grabbed up her napkin to wipe off her face, then waving her wand unceremoniously, muttering a cleaning spell, leaving the room smelling of lavender.

"October?" she asked when she had cleaned herself off.

"Yes," Draco said with a smile, he knew his sister would be surprised, it was, after all, the longest relationship he had ever had.

"That's great, I'm glad you two are happy," Velvet said with little feeling.

They finished dinner mostly in silence, with Hermione and Draco making small talk and Velvet looking on the two, smiling to herself.

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After dinner, Hermione and Draco made their way back up to Draco's room, but before they could get there, Mimsy appeared by them.

"'Scuse me miss, but Miss Velvet would like a word with you," Mimsy said to Hermione.

"Alright," Hermione said softly, and followed the elf.

Draco let her go, he knew this was going to happen, Velvet always liked to question the girls he brought home.

He walked back to his room and lay down on his bed, waiting for the arrival of Hermione; she would undoubtedly be pissed when she got back.

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"Hello, Hermione," Velvet said as Hermione entered the ornate drawing room.

"Hello," Hermione said, not sure what to call her.

"So, you are my brother's new love interest?" Velvet said, standing up from her seat on the sofa and looking Hermione up and down, apparently appraising her.

"Yes, we have been dating for two and a half months," Hermione said uncomfortably, as Velvet's eyes raked her body.

"You know that that is the longest relationship that he has ever had?"

"Yes, and I believe that it will be longer," Hermione said, her voice full of pride.

"Oh really?" Velvet said.

"Yes."

"So, what do you have that sparked my brother's interest?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he's usually a one night stand sort of person, he doesn't like getting into relationships."

"I don't know, we have liked each other since second year…"

"Wait, you are Hermione? Hermione Granger?" Velvet asked, suddenly surprised.

"Yes, that would be me," Hermione said softly, not knowing what to do.

"Oh my. My brother has spoken of you many times, to my parents its, 'I hate that stupid mudblood,' but to me he admitted that he had feelings for you, I'm glad he has finally snared you."

"Me too," Hermione said almost at a whisper.

"So, sis, what do you see in Draco that caught your attention? I know with all the other girls its because he's so gorgeous and he's all muscular and stuff, but what are your reasons?"

"Well, to tell you the truth, he was a really good kisser, but that's just when I started to realize that I liked him."

"I wouldn't know, but go on," Velvet said.

"Well, after that, something bad happened to me, and Draco was there to help me through it, that was when I knew that he had more on the inside than what his hard exterior showed."

"What happened to you?" Velvet asked quietly.

"I don't like to talk about it, not even my best friend knows," Hermione said shyly.

"Best friend?"

"Harry," Hermione said.

"Harry Potter, he's your best friend?" Velvet asked, a little more excited than she wanted to.

"Yes, but don't start fancying him, he's a poof," Hermione giggled.

"Really?" Velvet asked sadly.

"Yes, he has a boyfriend, but you probably know Blaise already," Hermione muttered.

"Zabini?" Velvet asked.

"Yeah, they're together."

"So is Harry really as bad as Draco makes him out to be?"

"He's a little fussy, okay, a lot fussy, when it comes to certain things, but all in all he's a good kid."

"That's good. We got off track, anyway, on about Draco."

"Well, after what happened I just knew that we were perfect for each other, but I was afraid that no one would accept us being together, surprisingly most everyone didn't care, it seems we have been subliminally hitting on each other since second year and we were the only ones not to notice it.

"He's also the only person that really understood anything about me, he's the one person I can really have a real conversation with, unlike the meaningless conversations I would have with Harry or Ron."

Just thinking about Ron made her stomach turn. She didn't even know why she had brought him up.

"I like you, Hermione, I see the reason my brother is in love with you, you are more than just a shell. You, unlike all the other dunces he has slept with, actually have a personality. You don't wear your emotion on your sleeve like most girls do."

"Thank you," Hermione said, genuinely happy that she could please Draco's sister.

They talked more about myriad mundane subjects for another hour or so until it was time for Velvet to retire.

They said goodnight to each other and Hermione made her way back up to Draco's room in good spirits.

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Draco watched Hermione as she walked into the room, she slammed the door behind her. She had her head down, and he could not see her face, but he knew that she was mad.

He got up and walked over to her, and lifted her chin, only to see her smiling up at him.

"What happened?" Draco asked confused at the expression on Hermione's face.

"Draco, I love your sister, she is the best," Hermione said happily.

"Really?" Draco asked, very surprised.

"Yes, I think I'm going to enjoy staying here."

"Really?"

"Yes, it was so good to talk to a girl after being with only you for so long," she joked.

"That wasn't nice, darling," he said, grabbing her waist and pulling her to his bed.

"I didn't mean for it to be nice, my love," she said, acquiescing to him and following him to the bed.

"Well, you're going to pay for that," he said with a wicked smile on his face.

"And how would that be?" she asked playfully.

"You will see, my love," he said, pointing his ebony wand over his shoulder at the door and muttering something in Latin that sounded a lot like a silencing spell.

/Lemony Freshness/

(Which means if you are twelve years old, please stop reading NOW!)

(Well, you can continue reading the next chapter, but stop reading this one)

He stood right in front of her, the imposing object of her affection. He smiled as he quickly bent down to capture her lips in a smooth, languid kiss. Hermione loved the feel of his lips against hers. She wanted to feel their caress all over her body.

She smiled into the kiss as she reached for the bottom of his shirt and ripped it out of his pants. Then she slowly started to unbutton it from the bottom up, never breaking the kiss. She had it off in a mere minute and was pushing it over his shoulders as he broke away from the kiss and pulled her dark blue tank top over her head. He threw the shirt on the floor as he tugged the hair-tie from her hair, letting it fall loose and running his hands through it.

Hermione felt Draco's cold hands reach around her back to remove her green polka-dotted bra. It fell to the floor as easily as her shirt had done, but now Draco had complete access to her breasts, a right which he took full advantage of. He moved his hands up her stomach to cup them and loved how no matter how large his hands were, Hermione's breasts still seemed to spill out of them.

He wanted more though. He moved them backwards, towards the bed, taking her mouth in a more possessive kiss, but breaking it momentarily to push her backwards onto the bed. As she smiled and pulled herself up the bed, letting her head rest on the pillows, Draco took the moment to stare at his beautiful girlfriend and her wonderful endowments. When she had settled herself nicely at the top of the bed, Draco, with the agility of a fox, was on top of her.

Hermione moaned as his body sank into hers, it felt so…right; like they were meant to be together, like this. Draco could feel Hermione's hardened nipples against his chest and he moved down her body so that his mouth came level with them.

Hermione couldn't help but let out a whimper as Draco's hot mouth enclosed over her right nipple. She arched her back towards him, wordlessly telling him she liked was he was doing, a lot. She could feel as Draco smirked around her nipple and then moved to the other. As he was laving at her breasts with his mouth, his hands were not idle. They were working with the belt of her jeans. When he finally got the belt undone he popped open the button and slid down the zipper.

Hermione tensed a little, she had never had a good experience with sex before. Draco detached himself from her nipples as he slid down her body and, grabbing the top of her pants, pulled them off of her, knickers and all. He looked down once more on his girlfriend, she was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen in his entire life. He quickly stripped her of her socks and then moved back onto the bed to hover over her. He parted her thighs with a knee and settled himself in between them. Hermione could feel his arousal against her leg. She decided that she would free him of his confines.

She rolled him over just as he was about to kiss her again. She smirked as she did the same thing Draco had done, she moved down so her mouth was level with his own hardened peaks and took one in her mouth, loving the reaction coming from his mouth. Draco Malfoy, whimpering "Gods Mina, more," under her touch; she felt dominant. As his hands were running through her hair, she felt her way slowly down to his pants, undoing the belt with perfect precision and unbuttoning his pants. She then pushed them, as well as his boxers, down as far as she could with her hands and they continued their way down his legs by way of her feet.

Draco flipped them back over and Hermione looked down at his straining erection. She laughed.

"What?" Draco asked, confused at why she would be laughing.

"Draco, its so…so…"

"Yes?" he asked.

"Small," she said giggling.

"What?" he yelled.

"Yeah, Ron's was sooo much bigger," she said.

"What?" was all he could say.

Then Hermione had grabbed him around the waist and pulled him down on her. She nibbled his ear and then whispered.

"I was only joking honey, yours is much bigger."

"It bloody well better be," he said. "I don't think I could live knowing that Weasley has more impressive equipment than mine."

Hermione giggled again and Draco kissed her hard on the lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth at the same moment he slid easily inside her, her being so wet from the little amount of foreplay. They both moaned at the contact.

Hermione broke the kiss and arched her back at the unexpected sensations he was wreaking in her body. She never knew it could be like this. Never knew that there was this much pleasure in the act of sexual intercourse. She had read about it, of course. And when she was raped she thought that the books were wrong, saying that it felt great. She had felt nothing.

But not now. Now she felt tiny pinpricks of pleasure run across every millimeter of her skin. She felt as Draco started moving inside her, he pulled himself almost out of her, just before thrusting in again deeper. Pulling out and pushing back in, each time deeper, each time harder, each time he thrust he disembarked ever closer to her core. Each thrust making Hermione spill out words of appreciation; harder, faster, yes, more, please, Draco! Her eyes squeezed shut and she moaned deeply.

Hermione knew that she was about to arrive at a place that she had never succeeded before, she could feel the pressure in her lower back. Draco kissed her hard and began thrusting his tongue into her mouth synchronized with his strokes into her lower body, his hands palming her breasts, the effect pushing Hermione ever closer to the edge, ever closer to orgasm, ever closer to the one place all of her molecules were prepping her for. Hermione opened her eyes with a harsh thrust and realized that her body was slick with sweat from the exertion. Draco's was as well, and she pulled her mouth away from his as she moved her mouth to his neck, licking the sweat off of it, loving the salty taste.

Draco muttered her name and pushed in even deeper than before, hitting the right spot and Hermione let out a cry of Draco's name as she reached the peak and pleasure tore through her like a hurricane. She shuddered her release as light exploded behind her eyes and fell slowly from the peak of orgasm only to find that Draco was continuing his mission, pumping harder into her than before. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. Both moaning at the immense heat that was being produced from the friction of their moving bodies.

Draco grunted as he thrust harder into her, trying to reach his own haven, within a dozen more strokes he came with the force of a stampede, his body becoming rigid over her as he spilled torrents of his warm seed into her welcoming body.

When he felt as though all of the fluid in his body had left him, he fell exhausted on top of Hermione, who was exhausted as well. She looked up at him and smiled her smile. Draco knew what that meant without clarification, she had enjoyed it more than words could express.

Draco shifted them so that they were both lying on their sides, looking into each other's eyes. "Amazing," Hermione muttered softly.

They lay there for a few minutes, catching their breath.

"Again?" he asked after a moment, already hard again at the sated look in her eyes.

"Again," Hermione affirmed as Draco slid back on top of her and entered her fully.

It was going to be a long night…a long pleasurable night.

A/N: FINALLY! A Dramione Lemon, bordering on smut (thank Dan for the experimentation it took to write this). Haven't you all been waiting for that for forever? Argh! I'm sorry I made you wait until chapter 34, but the time never seemed right until now.

When I first wrote this, I only put in a suggestion of them having sex, but I was prompted to actually write the sex scene, since people really like reading them for some reason. But whatever, I had fun writing it and I hoped you liked it. But tell me, was it too descriptive, too vague, good, bad. Please, constructive criticism is very nice.

And I bet you all have forgotten about Velvet.

Much Love and Lemons for all

Brittany