The Hidden Secrets
A Hermione/Draco Romance
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I am not JK Rowling, nor do I have anything to do with Harry Potter besides fanfiction. I am not making any money out of this story, and I am not worth suing, trust me!
Chapter 2
Until the end of the week, Hermione spent her time locked up in her study room - emerging only for classes and meals. She went to bed long after everyone else had gone to sleep. She didn't speak unless someone asked her a question. She tried to keep herself apart from the rest of the school. So far, it was working.
When she was in the room, she sent countless owls to as many wizarding places she could think of. She tried to send owls directly to Harry and Ron, but they were always returned. But still, she didn't give up. Voldemort was gaining power each day, but she felt that her friends were still alive.
Only Draco seemed to notice her lack appearances, but as he didn't know her password to her study room, he couldn't confront her. He tried waiting after everyone had gone to sleep, but he always drifted off. He couldn't even catch up with her between classes, or after meals - she was always gone far too quickly. Eventually, he managed to corner her in the same hallway they'd tangled in the first night.
She was returning to her room with her towel and clothes when he put out an arm and cut her off. "Why are you killing yourself?" he half whispered. She tried to backtrack into the bathroom, but his other arm was there, blocking her. "I...I'm not..." She faltered. Her answer sounded flat, even to her own ears. His look of disbelief didn't surprise her.
"Bullshit. Someone sane does not spend every waking moment outside class in a small room studying. Why are you doing this to yourself?" his voice rose a notch as he spoke, causing Hermione to involuntarily flinch.
"I'm not..." she began, before taking a breath and starting again. "I'm not always studying. I send owls to wizarding places for information on Harry and Ron. Not that that would interest you. You wouldn't care if they lived or died!"
Draco just looked at her before he spoke calmly, quietly. "You're wrong, Mudblood. I do care if they live or die, because if they die, then Voldemort won't have anything left to occupy his time with."
Hermione looked down at her feet, silently willing him to leave her be. Draco lifted her chin with his hand, and saw tears in her eyes. Why this bothered him, he didn't know, but the simple fact was that it did.
He leant his face closer, ignoring the alarm bells going off in his head. "Listen to me - until Lord Voldemort comes after Hogwarts, your friends are still alive."
This was spoken barely louder than a whisper, and Hermione had to lean forwards slightly to hear him. Her small action was all it took. He leant in the last few centimeters and kissed her lightly. He felt Hermione freeze, but continued his kiss. It grew passionate, urgent; Hermione lost all resistance and kissed him back with the same urgency.
Draco didn't know if it'd been one lifetime, or two when they broke apart. Hermione looked at her feet again; he wasn't sure if she was embarrassed or angry. He stepped back from her and walked towards his room. Gregory Lains, the Hufflepuff prefect (another name I made up, I love the books but do you have any idea how long it would take me to find a name that's not in use?)would be asleep by now. As much as they hated one another, they felt bound to get along.
After Draco left, Hermione continued to stand where she was for some time. She didn't know why anyone from Slytherin house, let alone Draco Malfoy, would reassure her about Harry and Ron.
She leant her head on the wall, took a few deep breaths, before she started unsteadily to her room. How Draco had managed to walk away calmly from that kiss amazed her. Was it only her who'd felt the electricity? Inside, she hoped not.
Morning didn't come soon enough for Draco, who woke up to find his legs tangled in sheets and blankets. How could a Mudblood have that much effect on him?
He glanced at his alarm, which hadn't even gone off yet, and realized it was only 5:00am. About the time Hermione usually got up. Groaning, he realized he wouldn't get another moments sleep while ever he thought about the Gryffindor.
Standing up, he decided to take a quick shower while he thought about what he would do. He was glad it was Saturday, so he wouldn't have to sit through the three classeshe shared with the Mudblood.
The bathroom was empty, as it usually would be at 5:00 in the morning. He ran the shower water, feeling too active to bother with a bath. The water was steaming, and soon the bathroom filled with fog. He stood under the water, feeling the sharp spikes hit his face and body. And when he had nothing to do but think about Hermione, he could find no excuse to ignore it.
The gossip in the quidditch locker rooms wasn't at all flattering towards Hermione, and he half wondered if any of it was true. Justin Finch-Fletchly (is that right?) was on the Hufflepuff team, and he'd spoken loudly about an encounter with Hermione, just after Potter and Weasley disappeared. Many others from Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw, had also gossiped about the prowess of the Mudblood after hours. None from Slytherin had yet gotten the chance to see if the rumours held any fact.
He stood under the water until he started to get bored. He switched off the water and reached for his towel. It wasn't there. He looked out of the shower and gasped. Hermione stood there, in a black silk dressing gown, holding his towel as though it were a prize. In a way, it was. He automatically dropped his hands to cover the more sensitive area, and yelled"Granger! What the hell are you doing? Give me my goddamn towel!"
She turned slowly, and looked over her shoulder. "Don't yell, Malfoy. You'll wake somebody up - it is only 5:30am..." She held her arm out to its full length and dropped the towel. "Oops!" she said, mock horrified. "Look what I just did. You'll have to come and get it now, Malfoy."
Draco looked away. What the hell was happening? Why was Granger acting like this? It just wasn't right. He closed the showerdoor and called out, "Take the towel. I've decided I'm not getting out just yet." He turned the water back on and tried to block out her muffled laugh. "I think cold water would be more appropriate at the moment, Malfoy. Do you agree?" He groaned, realizing that not only was she was right, but that she'd noticed as well.
Hermione waited around for a few more minutes after the water kicked in again. She laughed softly to herself as she left the bathroom, what was there to lose? From what she'd seen of his body, he wasn't half bad. And it wasn't as though she was picky about her men... take Justin, for example. He'd been the first... the first, after Ron.
Many others had followed Justin, and she was sure plenty of the other students knew. The looks she got from classmates, from Gryffindors. It was a good thing prefects were chosen on grades.
When Harry and Ron had disappeared, she'd been even more self-destructive then she was currently. When she hadn't been studying, she'd been partying. Which was almost every night. Different dorms, different places. She'd learnt she could hold the drink better then most men, but when she really got going, it didn't take much. At least she'd always been careful...
She'd always known she'd be found out by a teacher, but she hadn't expected it to be Dumbledore. The headmaster had called her to his office, and told her in serious terms, to pull her head in or there'd be no choice but to expel her. So she had - she'd only attended quiet parties after that.
But not once had she been to a Slytherin party. Not once had she had a Slytherin. Until, perhaps, now...
She walked to her portrait to get into her study room, but stood and looked at it closer. The image of herself and Draco were still at opposite ends of the picture, but the image of Iris was trying to pull them together. She stopped when she saw the real Hermione standing there. "Password?" she asked softly. "Butter Beer," spoke up Hermione.
The portrait swung open, and Hermione stepped inside, not noticing who'd heard her password, behind her.
Draco made a mental note to remember her password for future reference, but justified that he didn't really need it considering that their rooms were adjacent.
He went to his own portrait and waited for Iris to ask him for his password. He spoke up, slightly louder than Hermione had been. "Mudblood." The portrait swung open, and he walked inside.
His room, he guessed, was the same as all the other rooms, only in Slytherin colours. He walked over to the door with the Gryffindor emblem, and pushed it open. At once he saw Hermione sitting at her desk, surrounded by dozens of owls, reading replies. He laughed, softly, but it was enough to get her attention.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" she asked, offhand, not looking up from the letter she was reading. "Not much," he replied. "What were you playing at, this morning?"
Now, Hermione looked up. "What do you mean? Surely you've heard the rumours about me... why did my actions surprise you?"
Draco stared at her. "You really did sleep with those fools? You're an even worse judge of character then I thought!"
Hermione raised her eyebrows, "Really? And what would have made me a good judge of character... sleeping with a Slytherin? You perhaps?"
Amazingly, Draco nodded. "Of course. Everyone knows Slytherin's are the best types of wizards around..." He walked into the room, closing the door as he did so.
Hermione stood up, her black dressing gown sliding back to reveal a lightly tanned thigh. She made no move to cover up, walking towards Draco slowly. "Well," she spoke softly when she reached him, "Maybe we'd better... change... that fact then."
She laced her arms around his neck and kissed him. When he'd recovered from the shock of seeing Hermione act like that for the second time in and hour, he kissed her back, letting his hands rest on her hips to start with, letting them slide down to cup her bottom.
She used this to her advantage, jumping up and putting her legs around his waist. He stepped backwards, tripping over the rug on the floor, landing on the couch. Hermione pulled away and kissed his neck, unbuttoning his shirt as she did so, kissing down his chest. He reached for the wand on the edge of the couch, whispered a simple spell, which locked all doors and covered the portrait, and another, which transfigured the couch into a bed.
He leant on the head of the bed as Hermione continued her exploring down his chest, across his hard-earned six-pack. Hermione looked up, a smile on her face, as she slid her hands under the top of his trousers, unbuttoning them. Draco reached down and brought her back up to face level, before flipping her onto her back and taking over.
He pushed the top of the dressing gown away, discovering that she wore no bra underneath. He kissed her neck, the hollow at the base of her throat, her chest. He reached her right breast, looked her in the eye, and saw her laugh before he took her nipple in his mouth. He heard her gasp, and continued, circling her nipple with her tongue slowly at first, before quickening his pace and switching to the left side.
He felt her hands grip his hair, pulling so hard it hurt. She writhed beneath him, arching her back upwards, yet he didn't stop his onslaught. He trailed his fingers downwards, across her flat stomach, and found the tie-up cord of her dressing gown. A simple flip with his wrist was all it took for that to come undone, and he pushed the gown aside gently. She wore only a g-string underneath, and he felt the heat in his groin intensify. He groaned, sliding the lacy underwear down and off.
He pulled himself up level with her face and took her mouth once again. She kissed him back with an urgency that scared even herself. He let his hands lower once again across her breast, her stomach, until they reached the top of her thighs. She groaned underneath him, reveling in the electricity, the heat his touch brought to her body.
His hands lingered on the outside of her thighs for what seemed like a lifetime, before they moved to the inside. Soon, he inserted one finger inside her, moving it back and forth in an age-old rhythm. She let out a small scream of pleasure, and Draco thanked the gods that all rooms in the school were soundproof. A second finger joined the first, and also his thumb, which found the special place and rubbed gently. Hermione continued to writhe and arch beneath him, until he found it almost too much to bear. He had to taste her, and soon!
He left her mouth and kissed his way back down across her stomach, replacing his fingers with his tongue. Hermione found that he was even more talented that way, and she continued to let out small screams of pleasure. Soon, Draco felt her body arch right up, and freeze for a second, before contractions wreaked her body and she was left limp. Draco smiled to himself, it would be so much fun to be the first Slytherin... but he felt strangely compelled to want to be the only Slytherin.
When she was able to move again, she reached for him, drawing his face up to eye level. She used her legs to flip him, and straddled his waist, sliding completely out of her dressing gown as she did so. His trousers were already undone from before, so she helped him to wriggle out of them. She checked his pockets for what she thought most of the Hogwarts males carried around with them, and finding nothing there, sighed and reached for her wand.
She pointed it towards her desk and levitated a packet of protection from the top drawer. She threw the wand away and took one out of the packet, continuing to grind her pelvis against him as she did so. When it was freed of the plastic wrapping, she slid down a bit and rolled it into place, letting her hands linger on his thighs. It was his turn to groan.
She raised herself onto her knees and moved herself forwards, straddling his hard, quivering member as she did so. She leant forwards onto her stomach, feeling Draco flip them back over so that he was on top once again. They found a pattern and continued it. "Harder... harder..." she begged, breathless. He complied willingly, and drove into her as far as he possibly could. Her screams of pleasure deafened him, and he continued to move against her until her back arched, and she finally let go, bucking and jumping beneath him. It didn't take long for him to reach the same point she had, and he came, shuddering his release deep inside her.
They lay that way for several minutes, until Draco decided it was probably best he withdrew so as not to cause any unwanted accidents. They lay side-by-side, breathless, until Hermione rolled over and onto him again. She spoke, whispering, "Now that... was the best... I've ever had... You really... are talented...Malfoy..." He laughed, planting another kiss on her lips. "Same goes... and the name... is Draco... not Malfoy..." She laughed, the sound light on her lips, and she rested her head on his chest.
Draco wondered just how deep he was in over his head.
A/N: I know that was a longer chapter then the first one, but I just couldn't stop typing! And yes, there is going to be some REALLY big problems soon... though perhaps not the ones you're thinking of! R&R Please!
