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A/N: Brittany gets down on her knees and begs for forgiveness! I'm so sorry! I never meant for it to take two months to get this chapter up. If you figure out the significance of a certain number in this chapter, you get Lemon Cookies!
Enjoy!
Chapter 12 (my favourite number)
Secrets, secrets..
Oliver Wood sat solemn and forlorn outside the door of the makeshift courtroom, wishing that he could do something--anything--to make Ginny stay with him.
He could tell right off the bat that Ginny was in love with this Zabini character, but Oliver was in love with Ginny and he didn't know what he would do without her.
He thought maybe that he would sink into an inescapable depression that would leave him with this feeling of dread for the rest of his life. He felt utterly hapless.
He did not like this thought, but it was better than thoughts of finding someone new. He knew without a doubt in his heart that no one could compare to the fiery redhead that he had asked to marry.
He knew that he would never have someone now that she had moved on to the tall, dark and handsome Slytherin.
While he was wallowing in his self-pity, Oliver didn't notice the presence of another person.
"What's got you so down and in the dumps?" came a feminine voice.
Oliver looked up to see Andrea Lynch, one of his best friend's daughter. "Andrea?" he asked.
"It is you, Ollie, I thought so. Why are you here?" she asked.
"I came to watch my fiancée in the pageant," he said and couldn't help but notice the way her face fell when he said the words.
"Oh," she said, her energetic voice now dull.
"But—" Oliver started and noticed that her disposition brightened a bit.
"But what?" she asked with some energy returning.
"But, she's just given me my ring back and told me that she wanted to be with someone else."
"That's horrible, Ollie, I'm sorry," Andrea said.
"Yeah, but I just want Ginny to be happy," he said.
"Wait, Ginny?" she asked.
"Yes, do you know her?" he asked.
"Yes, we met, I--she took the guy I wanted...twice now."
"What do you mean twice?"
"Forgodsakes Oliver! I've wanted you for five years now and I can't stand that you're wallowing over her when I'm standing right here."
"You're what?"
"You heard me, Oliver, but if you don't like me then I suppose I can just end this silly crushmmfh--" Her speech was cut off as Oliver's lips crashed against her own and a slippery tongue slid into her open orifice.
The doors from the courtroom slammed open and Luci Malice walked angrily through them. "It's just a stupid competition, Luci. You can always be in another one," her sister tried to mollify her.
"But this was my way of getting into your world," Luci complained.
"Luci, because of you I was charged with nepotism and am getting kicked out as well. Do you think that I appreciate that much?"
"I'm sorry, Robyn, I just--I wanted to be like you," Luci said.
"But you're not, Luci," Robyn said, walking away from her sister.
"Oh, get a room!" Luci said to the couple snogging outside the door.
"Now, now, don't be bitter just because you lost," came a masculine voice from inside the doorway.
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Luci screamed and walked away in a hurry.
When Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy happened upon the snogging couple, Draco smirked and Hermione stared open-mouthed until Ginny and Blaise made their exit of the room.
"That was completely genius, Draco," Blaise said.
"It was Hermione who discovered it, I claim no part in it," he smiled to his wife.
"Except for the part where you said that she couldn't bring a case against you because she was already disqualified from the competition," Ginny said, finally catching sight of her ex-fiancé and Andrea.
Ginny walked up to Oliver and tapped him on the shoulder. He pulled away from Andrea and his face turned red in embarrassment. "Uh, Ginny--" he started.
"You don't need to explain anything to me, Oliver. You deserve some real love in your life. I just want you to be happy and I think that there is more of a chance of that happening if we weren't together. I just hope she treats you well," she said.
"Thanks Ginny," Oliver said, looking relieved.
"Ginny?" Andrea said.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"I'm sorry about trying to take Blaise from you and I'm glad that you're happy with him and I'm glad that you approve of this. I never meant to be such a horrible person towards you and for that I'm sorry," she said..
"It's all right, Andrea," the redhead smiled. "I hope you find with him what I've found with Blaise." Ginny then let out a small gasp as a hand wrapped around her waist and she could feel Blaise's chin on top of her head.
"I hope so, too," Andrea said, still in Oliver's embrace.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Draco said to snap the couples of their reveries.
Hermione smacked Draco hard on the shoulder. "That was romantic, Draco, now you've gone and ruined the mood."
"The mood was boring me to tears," Draco replied.
"Well, I suppose we should get ready," Ginny said, sensing a fight between the couple. "We have out next competition in less than an hour.
Hermione reluctantly followed Ginny, she was about to give Draco a good telling off, but she supposed that Ginny was right, they needed to get ready for the Clubbing event.
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Hermione wore a pair of denim jeans with black sandals, a green silk tank top with sequins across the chest, a silver necklace, and green beaded earrings.
She looked as beautiful as ever.
Draco hoped that she wouldn't be angry with him after what he had said earlier but he was getting angry that he and Hermione didn't have those kinds of tender moments. There was no love in their relationship because she refused to give it.
He wished that Hermione and he could have what Ginny and Blaise did.
He wished that she could reciprocate his feelings of her.
But that was still too much to hope for. They had only been married a week and before that he had been a bloody bastard to her. He knew it would take time.
He just wasn't a very patient man.
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That night they went to a club. Hermione dressed in the garb she had worn for the show. Draco had on a blue shirt and black jeans.
Ginny, Blaise, Oliver and Andrea were also there.
As the two couples walked to the dance floor, Draco and Hermione made their way to the bar.
Draco noticed that Hermione ordered a virgin daiquiri and smiled, she had been doing that for the last couple of days, not wanting to do something rash and stupid—like getting married—again.
As she sat at the bar, drinking her daiquiri, Draco watched silently. Finally he sat down beside her and ordered scotch on the rocks.
"Not into clubbing?" he asked her.
"I'm a teacher, Draco. It feels too weird. I'm supposed to be the adult."
"But there's no students here," Draco reasoned.
"It still feels weird."
"Come on, dance with me, you're barely an adult, you're not even 20 yet."
"I know, I should feel like the teenager that I am but it's hard to do when I've been the voice of reason my entire life."
"What do you mean?"
Hermione gave him a glare. "Do you really think I could be immature with Harry and Ron as my best friends?"
"'Tis true, Milady."
Hermione smirked. "And now I'm a teacher. Some of the students are so close to my age and it's weird teaching them when it's that way."
"So maybe you should lay off teaching for a few years until you feel mature enough to do it."
"No," Hermione shook her head. "By then the job probably wouldn't be available and I really do enjoy what I do. It's just a bit strange sometimes, you see?"
"I understand, but right now it is summer vacation and you are going to dance with me, teacher or no teacher," Draco said and Hermione smiled.
"As you wish, Milord."
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Hermione didn't even know where the time had gone, one minute she was dancing with Draco in the club and now she was pressed against the side of the lift with lips on her neck, her fingers twisting the blonde tendrils in her hands, pulling him closer.
The elevator made a bing sound and the couple stumbled out onto the seventh floor. Draco dragged Hermione to his room--725.
At the threshold he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed, shutting the door behind him clumsily with his foot. He dropped her onto the bed and then dropped himself on top of her and started kissing her again.
"Wait, wait," Hermione laugh and Draco pulled away.
"What?"
Hermione rolled out from under him and opened the drawer of the bedside table. She held up the pack to him. "Want to play cards?" she asked.
Draco looked at her, horrified. "Now?" he asked, there were more—pressing—matters to attend to.
"Oh, I know a game you might like," she said.
Draco groaned and lay down on the bed. "And what's that called?" he asked in a bored voice.
Suddenly, Hermione's hot breath hit his ear. "Nooky by numbers."
Draco's eyes snapped up to hers to see the devilish look in them. He then remembered Blaise telling him to play cards if she asked. "I'm—" he cleared his throat, for some reason it was suddenly husky. "I'm interested."
"I thought you would be," she said.
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"Okay, this isn't as fun as I had hoped," Draco complained. He was straddling Hermione's lower back, kneading his hands into it. He had picked a king on his first card, which meant he had to give her a ten-minute massage. "Is my time done yet?" he asked in a childish voice.
"No," Hermione practically moaned, he had the most incredible hands, even when he wasn't trying it could feel amazing. Draco huffed and went back to work, eliciting small moans and whimpers from the woman underneath him. Finally after he was sure that it'd been ten minutes, he got off of her and lay on his back, stretching his overworked hands. "Your turn," he said bitterly.
Hermione smiled at his adolescent behaviour and reached for the deck of cards.
She looked at the card with a smile and looked back to her husband, frowning.
"What?" he asked.
"Well, you're too overdressed for this one," she said and an unctuous grin broke onto Draco's face.
"What did you get?" he asked, hoping to every deity that he could think of that it was an ace and let him participate. When she flipped the card to show him, he frowned at the nine of hearts.
Hermione laughed. "You need it so much, don't you?" she asked.
"I need you more that I could ever have imagined," he said.
"Well, lie down and take off your shirt so I can follow through with this card. Maybe the next one will be an ace," she said.
Draco complied to her wishes.
Hermione straddled him, sitting just above the spot that needed her attentions the most. She moved towards his lips and Draco puckered them to receive hers. Instead she moved down and kissed his pulse point. She ardently licked and nipped the spot on his neck and Draco felt himself go hard and his pants getting too tight for comfort. She finally brought her head up to look into his eyes. "One," she said sultrily.
Draco just looked at her with eyes shining with desire ad lust for her.
She slid down his body and moved to his left nipple, mimicking the movements used on his neck and he knew another place that could use her pretty little mouth right now.
When she dipped her tongue into his navel, his hips bucked off the bed and he swore. "Damn it, Hermione, can you please take my pants off, I'm going to come in them."
"And you frowned at the card," Hermione scolded.
"Well, I would much rather be inside you," he complained.
Hermione didn't admit it but she was getting very turned on as well.
Instead of taking off his pants she moved up his body once again, pressing kisses against his chest. She heard him growl out a curse and then say, "If you make me come in my pants, you're going to clean them."
"Sounds fair," is all she replied. She finally reached his lips and they snogged viciously, Draco taking everything he wanted from her mouth and when they pulled apart Hermione muttered, "Nine."
Draco flew for the deck of cards and picked up the one on top. He looked at it and groaned. "What the hell does a queen do?" he asked.
"I have to give you a ten-minute massage," she said. "Lie on your stomach."
"I can't," Draco said, sneaking a glance to the large bulge between his legs.
Hermione huffed. "Well, do you want me to massage your chest then?" she asked.
"I can think of another place that needs you attention so much more," he said. "And trust me, it won't take ten minutes."
"That's not the rules, Draco," Hermione complained though she really wished that he would've picked a jack or an ace, she was extremely horny now.
"The rules never say where you have to massage," Draco said.
Damn it, he was right!
"Fine," she resigned. He lay back against the pillows and smiled as he closed his eyes. Hermione smirked and moved upwards towards his head. She began massaging his temples.
Draco growled. "Hermione," he said in a whining voice.
"Yes, luv?" Hermione asked sincerely.
"That's not the part of my body that needs it," he said.
"Then what were you talking about?" she asked and Draco groaned in annoyance.
"Down there," he said, glancing down to the tent in his trousers.
"Your feet?" Hermione asked innocently and began pulling off his socks to massage his feet.
"Hermione!" Draco yelled.
"Hmm?" she asked as she kneaded her fingers into the balls of his feet.
"As good as that feels, I was talking about another part."
"Well, I can't do that with your pants being on," she said, looking at him as though he was stupid for thinking she could.
"The take them off!" he screamed.
"Well, you could say it nicely," Hermione complained, bending her legs under her and sitting on her feet, no longer touching him.
"Please take my pants off, luv," he pleaded and sighed when she smiled.
"All right," she said, rolling her eyes. She moved back up him to undo the snap on his pants, then she slowly slid down the zipper and pulled the material off of him, releasing his already painfully hard erection. She heard him hiss and smiled again as she threw his pants to the floor.
When she began massaging his knees, Draco looked at her incredulously. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"Umm, you did want your knees massaged, didn't you?" she asked innocently.
"Dear Merlin, please end the games, you know where I want those soft, warm hands," he sighed.
"And where's that?" Hermione asked. Draco growled and sat up, giving her an angry stare. Hermione thought that she had finally pushed him too far.
He got off the bed and quickly yanked down his boxers, he then moved to her so quick that she couldn't stop him. Before she knew it, her hand was encased in his own, wrapped around his hardness. "This, Hermione, this is where," he said and took his hand off of hers, letting her do it on her own. He lay back down as Hermione gave him the first hand job of her life.
After just a few moments he groaned out his release and Hermione watched as his face scrunched in pleasure when he came, a look of pure bliss that she had given him.
O for Outstanding, she thought.
He opened his heavy eyelids and looked into her eyes. "That was incredible," he said and Hermione was extremely proud of herself. "Your turn," he said.
Hermione moved towards the deck of cards and picked up the top one. Now what's the chance of getting two queens in a row? She showed it to her husband.
"I have to give you a massage now?" he asked in that sultry way that made her knickers wet.
"Mmmhmm," she said, knowing full well that he was going to torture her like she had him.
"On your stomach then," he said and assumed the position that he had started in, straddling her bum. He began working his hands into her shoulders and back, kneading with his knuckles and then caressing with his palms. He heard a loud moan from his wife and was extremely pleased with himself for being able to make her moan without even touching a sensitive part of her body.
He smoothed his palms over her back and then gently worked them between her shoulder blades.
"If you make me come in my pants, you get to wash them," Hermione moaned from the pleasurable assault raged against her back.
"You're going to get off from a back massage?" Draco asked, though he loved that she was so responsive.
"With those hands? Mmm--"
Draco was enjoying listening to her moan and Hermione was enjoying the massage so much that they didn't even notice that it had been ten minutes already. When Draco did finally look at the clock, he noticed that it had been nearly twenty. He moved off of her.
"No, don't stop," Hermione pleaded miserably into the pillow.
"It's my turn," Draco said and picked up the next card.
"A two?" he said, then his eyes looked over Hermione's body. "Well, I guess I'll just have to make them count," he said. "Turn over."
Hermione flipped back over. Draco frowned. "You're too dressed for this," he said and pulled the silk tank top over her head and quickly unsnapped her bra, throwing it in a blasé way over his shoulder onto the floor. "You're so gorgeous."
Hermione looked at him shyly. "I'm not--"
"Yes you are, Hermione. I just don't get how I'm the only person that you've ever been with, with this body you would think you could get anyone."
"They were too blind to see over my bird's nest of hair," she said, fingering a curl softly. "Anyway, you should be glad," she said. "No one else has ever seen me like you are right now."
Draco smirked, it was true, no one else had seen her naked or half-naked for that matter, lying in a bed with lust deep in her eyes. No one else had ever smelled or tasted her scent. No one else had touched her, contaminated her. It had been only him.
She was his and only his.
He wanted to kiss her so bad but looked at the card in his hand, he had only two. "Yes, luv," he said. "But I want to see more of you." He grabbed at the buttons of her jeans and popped each of the four buttons open one by one. He slid her pants and knickers off slowly.
When he finally had her undressed he smiled at her. "No one else ever has, no one else ever will," he said.
Hermione could see the possessive gleam in his eyes. She couldn't argue with him, she knew that she loved the power he held over her emotions. She knew that she loved the way he made her feel and how he touched her, held her, made her feel special.
Damn it, she thought, I love him.
She looked up to his lust-darkened eyes. He was devouring her body with them and a fresh blush broke out on her body. His eyes then caught hers and slowly--not breaking eye contact--he lowered his mouth to her right nipple. He laved and sucked on it, emulating her actions when she tortured him. He then moved to the other one and she moaned loudly as she felt herself fall over the edge of oblivion. Her body shuddered as she cried out indecipherable words.
Slowly she felt the aftershocks of her orgasm leave her and she saw Draco looking at her with a funny grin on his face.
She slapped him with no effort on the shoulder. "You knew that would happen," she said, defending herself for losing control of her body.
"But I didn't know that you were going to say that," he said.
"Say what?" she asked.
His face fell a little. "You don't know?" he asked. She shook her head. "Never mind then," he said, looking depressed now. Damn it, now she had gone and ruined the mood and she didn't even know why.
"Draco, tell me," Hermione pleaded.
"No, just--it's your turn, pick a card," he said, though in a flaccid way.
Hermione reluctantly pulled the top card off the deck. "Look Draco," she said happily, "I got an ace." She threw herself down on the pillows.
"You know, I'm not really in the mood now," Draco said in a monotone voice that was annoying her. "Maybe later."
"Draco, tell me what I said!" she cried.
"I think I'm going to take a bath," he said, turning away from her and walking towards the bathroom.
Hermione almost cried. He was angry at her for something that she didn't know and she didn't know how to make it better.
She thought to give him some time alone but realized that he would be like this towards her until the broached the subject. She stormed into the bathroom just as he was lowering himself into the tub.
Hermione crashed through the door and slammed into him, knocking them both backwards and into the tub with Hermione on top.
She took a quick glance to survey her surroundings and then looked down at Draco who was giving her a sad look.
"I said I'm not in the mood," he said sadly.
"Tell me what I said to you!" Hermione demanded.
"No, I'm afraid of what you'll say," he said.
"Tell me," she said softly but dangerously.
He stared back. "No!"
"Tell me or I'll hex off the only part of you that makes you a man and you will never be in the mood ag--"
"You said you loved me!" he screamed, then he shied his face away from hers, awaiting the retribution sure to come.
"I did?" she asked.
"Yes, now tell me that it wasn't true, that you only said it because you were having an--"
"But it is true," Hermione said softly. "I've only just realized it, but it's true." She didn't look at him, just stared at his naked chest immersed in water.
"It's true?" he asked with a lighter note to his voice. "You love me?"
She lifted her eyes to his and met the sparkle in them. "Yes Draco, I love you."
Draco just let out something that was close to a whimper and dragged her face down to his so he could kiss her. He kissed her all over her face, focusing mostly on her lips and whispering "I love yous" between each one. Hermione just said, "I love you, too," every time he said it until they both ran out of breath and Draco held her close to his chest, running his hands through her hair.
Finally he looked into her eyes again and smiled. "So, you got an ace," he started.
"You're in the mood now?" Hermione asked incredulously.
"Quite obviously," he said and Hermione could feel him hard against her thigh. "What's your wish?" he asked.
Hermione's eyes skipped around her, "Well," she said. "I've never had sex in a bathtub before--"
"As you wish," he said and flipped them over so she was under him.
Hermione braced herself against the edge of the bath while Draco's hands slid all along her body. When Hermione stopped tensing for the onslaught of him was the exact moment that he took advantage and thrust into her. She cried out in surprise but it turned to pleasure so quickly as he pulled out and thrust back in. Each thrust causing water to fall over the edge of the tub and onto the floor. His assault on her continued until she couldn't feel much water left in the tub. His face was buried into her neck and his thrusts were getting more and more frantic and Hermione sensed that he was about to come.
"Say it again," he pleaded softly into her ear.
"I love you, Draco," she gasped between breaths. He stiffened and sunk into her, releasing his seed and tipping Hermione into orgasm.
They just lay there for a while, basking in the knowledge that they had finally found love in each other until Draco found his voice and said, "we're going to prune."
Hermione laughed and he stood up, dragging her up with him. "So, do you want to play more cards?" Hermione asked.
Draco shook his head. "No, I just want to spend the rest of the night with you in my arms, just to know that I'm not dreaming."
Hermione smiled. "As you wish."
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The next morning Hermione and Draco made their way into the lobby. After such an exhausting night—after the bath they had made love twice more and once again this morning—they needed nourishment. As they passed by the front desk they couldn't help but notice the couple complaining to the clerk.
"All they do is fight and have sex!" the woman said.
"What room are you in?" the clerk asked.
"625," the man said.
"And what room did you hear this noise from?"
"The room right above us! Last night there was water dripping down the ceiling!"
"We either want a new room or a refund," the husband said.
"We only have one room on the 22nd floor," the clerk said.
"We'll take it," they both said.
Draco looked at Hermione and smiled. "Wait here," he said. He walked over to the couple. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation," Draco said to the man.
"Yes?"
"And I would like to pay for your room and I'm sorry that my wife and I caused so much racket. It's our honeymoon."
The expression on the man's face was priceless; he didn't know whether to be angry or grateful. Draco gave the clerk a stack of American bills and walked back over to Hermione. "Breakfast?" he asked and Hermione laughed. She was looking back at the couple who was staring at them in complete and utter shock.
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Draco just stared at Hermione throughout breakfast, so happy that she had told him. Glad that he had convinced her to fall in love with him. He just couldn't take his eyes off of her--or his hands for that matter. After breakfast they went straight back to Draco's room.
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Almost immediately after the third time they had sex after breakfast, a knock sounded on the door.
"That must be Ginny," Hermione said excitedly, throwing on Draco's shirt and running to the door. She threw it open but was instead greeted with a woman she had never met before.
"Can I help you?" Hermione asked.
"I was just wondering—well, we are staying next door and my kids think that someone is being murdered. So could you please be a little less—hmm—vocal?" the woman asked.
"What does she want?" Hermione heard Draco ask; she turned around to find her husband standing behind her—completely naked.
The woman cleared her throat nervously and Hermione turned back towards her, seeing her gaze trail down Draco's body. Hermione jumped in front of him, not wanting this woman to see Draco in all his glory. He was hers, damn it!
Hermione turned back to Draco. "She wants me to make less noise when we have sex," she said.
Draco laughed. "Fat chance of that," he said. "It's my goal to make you scream louder each time."
"It's scaring her kids, Draco. They think someone's being murdered."
Draco looked at the woman. "Tell them we're rehearsing for a play where someone gets killed."
Hermione's mind became lucid with the thought that she was a witch. "Don't worry, I'll make sure I'm quieter from now on," Hermione said to the woman and Draco glared at her. After the woman had thanked her quietly, craning her neck a little to get a glance a little Draco, big Draco burst. "You're not going to be quieter, I'll make sure of it," he said.
Hermione smirked and grabbed her wand from the countertop in the kitchenette. She pointed it to the door. "Silencio," she said. "There, now we can be as loud as we want."
Draco smiled. "My bright little witch," he said, grabbing her in his arms and dragging her back to the bed.
The door knocked once again and Draco groaned. He dropped Hermione on the bed and walked to the door, opening it to reveal a redhead and his friend.
"Put some clothes on, Draco," Ginny said, walking past him and over to Hermione. "Come on, we're going out to lunch."
"Where?" Hermione asked.
"This new place I heard about," Blaise said, walking in and shutting the door behind him. "Come on," he said.
"Fine," Draco muttered. He crossed the room to his dresser and started clothing himself. Hermione did the same with some clothes that she had left here for that purpose.
Soon they were in a taxi on their way to the restaurant that Blaise had chosen. Over lunch they spoke about the pageant and how Ginny and Hermione were doing in it and finally Hermione brought up the subject of last night. They told the other couple that Hermione had finally said, "I love you," to Draco.
"Come on, we should have a congratulatory toast to that," Blaise said.
"Yes, we should," Draco said. He called the waiter over and ordered four shots of whiskey. Hermione eyes him nervously.
"Draco, I can't drink," she said.
"It's all right, Hermione, I'll make sure you don't do anything stupid," he said.
"No," Hermione shook her head. "It's not that."
"What is it then?" Draco asked.
Hermione took a deep breath and released her secret. "I'm pregnant."
Love and Lemons to you all!
Brittany