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III. Blatantly Clear

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"Ron, I want to have sex."

Ron stared at Hermione in shock. She had said that she had wanted to talk and he had feared the worst. This was not the worst.

"What?"

"I want to have sex," she said softly, less bold. "I've been thinking about it and after Christmas Day…"

"Hermione, it's not even New Year's yet. Are you sure?"

"Ron, I know you're not a virgin. Just do this for me."

"Just do this? Hermione, this shouldn't be a 'just do this' kind of thing for you." He frowned when he saw she was getting upset. "Look, love. I know you're upset, but do you really want your first time to be 'comfort' sex? Because I can guarantee it will be anything but comfortable."

Hermione groaned and stood up from his bed. "Just forget I said anything, okay?" she exhaled loudly and left the room.

Hermione didn't know where her feet were taking her. She ended up in front of Malfoy's door before she knew what was happening. She opened the door before she could protest herself and found that he was sleeping peacefully on his cot-like bed.

She walked over to the bed and stood staring down at him. If Ron wouldn't do anything, she would have to enlist in another's help. Judging by what happened three months ago—when Draco had tried to kiss her—he was somewhat attracted to her. But that had been months ago and she wasn't sure if he felt that way anymore or even if it had just been her imagination.

She quickly dropped to her knees to be level with his face and kissed him softly. When Hermione pulled away, Draco's eyes were open, staring at her in shock. "Granger, what the hell are you doing?" he asked.

"Draco," she said softly. "I—I," she chewed her lip. "Never mind," she said and stood up, walking towards the door.

"Hermione," Draco said and she stopped at her first name escaping his lips.

"What?" she asked.

"Why did you kiss me?" he asked.

"I'm depressed," she said. "My parents just died and I need some sort of comfort. I asked my boyfriend to have sex with me but he won't! I just ended up here and you looked so damn kissable that I had to see what it was like." She lowered her head. "I'm sorry I took advantage of you," she amended.

He got up and stepped up to her. "You know," he said with a slight smirk. "I'm a much better kisser when I'm conscious." He quickly bent to take her mouth and she moaned at the intrusion of his tongue. It was strange to kiss Malfoy, it was completely different than kissing Ron. He tasted different and moved his lips different and didn't immediately put his hands on her breasts like Ron did. Draco had one hand on the back of her neck, cradling her head as he made love to her mouth.

Finally when she thought she would die from this new onslaught of pleasure, he pulled away, just his lips though; he kept his hands on her. "I've wanted to do that for years," he said and Hermione slowly opened her eyes to meet his grey stare. Gods, if he was that good of a kisser would he be more talented than Ron whilst having sex?

"Will you have sex with me, Draco?" she asked softly as she gazed into his eyes.

Draco pulled away from her this time, breaking all contact until Hermione felt strangely alone. "What?" he asked.

"You heard me," she said.

He looked at her for a few long moments before dropping his head. "I can't," he said. Hermione looked horribly disappointed. She knew she wasn't gorgeous but being turned down by two men in the same day did nothing for her self-esteem. Draco turned away from her. "I don't deserve you," he said. "It should be your boyfriend, not a Death Eater like me."

"But Ron won't," Hermione said. "He refuses to sleep with me."

"Then wait for him. All good things come from waiting."

"I don't want to wait any longer, Draco. I want to know what it feels like. I'm the only person in this house who is still a virgin and if you don't fuck me now, I swear I'm going to go have a ménage-a-trio with the twins!" She turned to leave.

"Wait, Hermione," she heard and turned back to him. "If you're sure it's what you want," he said.

"It is," she said. He took a deep breath.

"Now I have to get back into the mood," he said with a slight smile.

Hermione turned to the door and put up a silencing spell and locking charms.

"If I get caught, you know Potter's going to kill me, right?" Draco said as Hermione walked closer to the bed with a sulky stride.

"I'll protect you," she said.

Even though he knew she really wouldn't be able to do much if the situation arose, he still wanted to be with her. Even if it was just this once, it would be enough and he didn't care if his miserable life ended afterwards.

She sat on the edge of the bed and Draco stood in front of her. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked.

Her answer was to reach her hands up and start undoing his belt buckle. He was wearing Muggle clothing, jeans and a t-shirt, and looked amazing in them. Draco pulled his t-shirt off of his body and threw it on the floor. Hermione had always imagined that he would have a defined six-pack under his shirt. He had a flat stomach but nowhere near as chiselled as she would have hoped. It didn't matter though, it was what was below his stomach that mattered. She pulled his belt out of his jeans loop by loop as he took hold of the bottom of her shirt and—as soon as she let go of his belt and lifted her hands over her head—pulled it from her on one swift motion.

She was beautiful. Her body was amazing; soft curves, small breasts, a nice stomach…Gods, he look at her all day.

"You're bloody gorgeous," he murmured and smirked in delight as she flushed bright scarlet.

"You're not so bad looking yourself," she said, running her tongue along the waistband of his boxers peeking out from the confines of his pants.

Draco groaned and pushed her backwards onto the bed. Sprawling atop her, he quickly unclasped her bra and threw it over his shoulder. "Have to go slow," he said softly as if reminding himself of the fact that she was a virgin.

The extent of his sex life was not great. There were a simple few witches who made that list and he had only been cursed with one girl's virginity. It was a complete pain to have to go slow with the woman he loved instead of just surging into her and ravishing her whole, marking her as his forever.

She moaned into his mouth as he kissed her again, his fingers trailing from her neck, fleeting across her nipples, rib cage and stomach until they came to rest at the button of her jeans.

"Are you sure?" Draco asked again, hoping that it wasn't just contempt against the Weasel that led her to his bed.

"Haven't I made that blatantly clear?" Hermione asked sarcastically.

Draco smirked and undid the button on her jeans. Slowly, he slid down the zipper. "Take them off, Draco," Hermione demanded.

"I am, woman," Draco smirked.

"Faster," she said.

"That part comes later," Draco said and saw her eyes flash in amusement. He stood up by the bed again, grabbed hold of the cuffs and pulled them from her body, repeating the action with her soaking knickers.

"Want me that bad, huh?" he asked with a sly smile.

"Shut up," she sighed. "I want you."

"Patience," he said. "I have to make sure you're ready."

"I am read—ah!" she moaned suddenly as two of his fingers entered her body and thrust in and out in a steady rhythm.

"Almost there," he murmured.

Hermione threw her head back as his mouth enclosed over one of her nipples. "Oh, gods," she groaned.

"Come on, luv, I want to see your face when you fall apart," Draco said, moving his mouth to the other nipple and adding a third finger to the two thrusting into her.

It only took a minute before she complied with his demand, falling off the edge, coming hard.

Draco had released her nipple when she screamed his name and he watched her beautiful face experience abandon. He immediately stepped away from her and undid his own pants, pushing them and his boxers down and shaking them off his feet. He moved to lie atop her again and as soon as she opened her eyes, glowing in the aftermath of her orgasm, he thrust into her.

"Oh!" she let out. Draco held her still as her face turned immediately from surprise to pain. "Oww," she complained softly. Draco smiled at her reactions. He then felt her legs wrap around his waist. "Do it, Draco, take me," she said and he instantly complied, pulling out and thrusting back in. She winced a little the first couple of thrusts but soon felt only pleasure of him being inside her. She fell off the world soon before he did and together they collapsed into a sweaty, sated mass.

"I've wanted to do that for years, too," he commented.

"That was amazing," Hermione sighed and Draco put a hand to her head. "I didn't know it could feel so good."

"Me neither," Draco said softly.

"I wish I could stay here with you, Draco, but Ron will be looking for me and I haven't yet come up with an excuse to tell him."

"Tell him that you were shagging me," Draco said happily, the first time he had honestly been happy in a long time.

"As tempting as that is, I have to come up with something more believable."

"Fine, talking to me."

"I'll try," she sighed. "But I should go." Draco reluctantly released her. She got up and grabbed her wand, cleaning herself off, accio-ing her clothes and putting them on.

"Thank you, Draco," she said softly.

"Promise me you'll come back?" Draco asked, he wanted her more than just this once, he wanted her forever.

"I promise," she said, slipping out of the door. Of course she would go back to him, Ron could never be as good as Draco, she was sure of it.

"Hermione," Ron called out from down the hall.

"Yes?" she asked, a bit snippy.

He ran up to her and smiled. "I thought about it, Hermione and I will make love to you," he said.

"You will?" she asked, slightly surprised.

"Yes, come on," he said, taking her hand and leading them upstairs to his room. He kissed her passionately when they entered the room and Hermione moaned. He led her to the bed and started stripping off both their clothing and Hermione smiled.

He entered her and Hermione winced, still a bit sore from having Draco inside her.

"It's okay, love, it's over now," he said and Hermione realised he thought he had just taken her virginity.

"Good," she sighed as he moved.

He spilled his seed into her and Hermione screamed, her mind going blank with the pleasure and ultimately forgetting the promise she made to a certain blonde.

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