I'm going to shock everyone, and actually update! It's been like... years I think. Well, here goes...
Draco pushed himself up off Hermione, eyes on Ron who was turning an alarming shade of red.
"What the hell is going on here?" Ron spat.
Hermione stared at Ron, mouth hanging open, speechless. "...it's not like it looks, Ron!" Hermione finally managed to say.
"Bullshit! Please, if you're going to lie to me, at least make it an original lie." Ron shouted.
"Actually, Weasel," Draco said, now sitting calmly on the oversided chair, "I forced myself on your girlfriend, and she was too shocked to do anything about it... that or what I think actually happened, is she was too excited to have had time to respond yet. You intruded on that Ron, and I was truly looking forward to it."
"Bastard! You goddamn son of a bi-" Ron charged at Draco.
"Sticks and stones... Back off" Malfoy stood, eyes blazing, "you know what kind of a person I am, do not make a mistake you'll regret."
"Like kill the person who screwed around with my girlfriend!" Quickly he drew out his wand, but he was hit with some spell that Malfoy could fire off before Ron could even open his mouth, and he was flung across the room and his arms and legs were paralized. "Let me go" Ron said with a deathly stare.
"No, I think not. If Granger decides to go back to you, then I'll send you on your way, but you will not be able to harm me" Malfoy stood only a foot away from his face, and raised his brows in a questioning gesture. "What'll it be Granger?" Malfoy asked, not turning to face her.
"Oh, Ron, please- let's go back to the Gryffindor rooms, please...?" Hermione pleaded.
"Of course. Let's go." Ron made a sarcastic smile. "May I go now?" he glared at Malfoy.
Malfoy rolled his eyes and Ron dropped to the ground in a heap. "Goodnight ladies." Malfoy said walking back to his room, not turning.
"Fucker" Ron spat as Hermione helped him up. "Come on" They walked out the door, Hermione glanced back to Malfoy's room, the door was left open, and he was undressing, when he pulled his shirt completely over his head he saw that Hermione was watching, he then winked at her, and flexed his biceps.
"Ugh" Hermione shoke her head and followed Ron's cussing, retreating form.
Back in the Gryffindor common rooms, Ron ushered Hermione to a chair, and sat her down. "We need to talk." Ron sat across from her, "What happened?"
"What he said- he came on to me, and you walked in during that."
"Nothing more?"
"How dare you accuse me of such things. Malfoy is dispicable, he's vial, and rude!" And an amazing kisser, dear Lord. And his body? Unrivaled, except for maybe Harry...
"I'm waiting for an actual answer." He calmly looked into her eyes.
"No!" Liar! "Nothing more." Where are these thoughts coming from! Of course it's nothing more. Stop being a fool, Hermione.
Ron watched her face for amoment, then finally he spread his arms, and she reluctantely stepped into them. "You're going to stay here tonight."
She stepped out of his arms. "I really should go back, I'm going to face him sooner or later, so why not now?"
"I don't think so, he'll probably try something on you again, and I won't let that happen."
"You are going to let me go back to my rooms, Ron. You know I can take care of myself." She kissed him on the cheek, "Goodnight."
"Wait! I do have a question if you must go- If you thought you had sex with me tonight, does that mean you're ready?"
Hermione smiled, "Goodnight, Ron.'
He chuckled, "Goodnight"
Hermione stepped into the commons of her and Malfoy's rooms. She was a little nervous about seeing Malfoy, but it seemed she didn't have to worry about it, for his door was shut, and the lights were off in his room. She walked to her room, exhausted, not to mention sore. She flung her clothes off and slipped on an oversized t-shirt, and crawled into bed. As soon as she extinguished the lights, she was asleep.
The morning came much quicker that she would have liked. Yawning, she stretched and padded into the commons area.
"Now that's a hot look."
"Shut up" She replied with a sleepy voice, without turning to look at him.
"Well, goodmorning to you too." He walked over to the kitchen type area to grab a up of coffee.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah" She bent over to pick up the fork she knocked to the floor.
"White lace? Can't say I'm surprised, it suits you." Malfoy grinned.
"What on Earth are you talking ab- ugh, why you horny little prick! You were looking up my shirt!"
"Guilty" he shrugged, "Is there a matching bra?"
She put her hands on her hips, "That's none of your buisness!"
He smiled, a great big smile, "Well, if there is it's not on now... is it cold in here?"
"You're unbelieveable!" She screamed and dashed off into her room, Malfoy chuckled and continued sipping his coffee.
After a few minutes, Hermione came back into the room, dressed in jeans and a turtle neck sweater, and her hair pulled back. "I do need to talk to you Malfoy, about something that is very difficult to say."
He was sitting down reading the Prophet. He looked too good, wearing a green button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his shirt untucked. "Speak then"
"Well, I wanted to- to say- to say- than- ugh! thank you. For telling Ron it was all you last night. I appreciate it." She looked away.
The corners of his mouth turned up. "It's quite alright." He stood and walked toward her, he stood behind her and got as close as he could to her without touching her. "You'll come to me sometime soon, begging for me, pleading for me, hungry for me. That's when I'll take credit for it." Then he left. Hermione stood still, just trying to figure out why she was breathing so hard.
So, it's been... a long time since I've updated, but here it is. I hope it was worth the wait.