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.
Chapter 6
Hermione sat staring at the photograph in front of her. The images of Harry and Ron waved and smiled, but still she stared glumly. Her bedroom had hardly been used since she'd arrived there, and although everything was unpacked and put away, she felt like she'd only just arrived. For Dumbledore to publicly announce that there was a very slim chance that her two friends would still be alive only meant that there was indeed, only an exceptionally slim chance.
The rest of the day after Potions had crept along at a snails pace. She hadn't seen Ginny since that morning, and even if she had, she wasn't sure what she would have said to her.
She sighed and looked over her shoulder. She'd purposely left her door open in the hope that Draco would come up. She'd been there for all of an hour and she hadn't even heard his voice. So much for him actually caring about me she thought to herself. He's just using me for sex... not like that's any different to anyone else... except Ron...
She looked back at the photograph where the three of them were now laughing. She let her thoughts drift back to a little over a year before, when they had first arrived back at Hogwarts. She and Ron had started dating over the summer, and Harry had finally gotten over Cho Chang (both Ron and she thought there had been something going on between Harry and Ginny, but both denied it).
Their arrival at Hogwarts hadn't been too peculiar, excepting the fact that there had been guards at each door. Still, no one had thought it too strange. The three friends had managed to find an empty carriage, joined only by Ginny when her friends had locked her out of her carriage.
They hadn't even noticed any difference when the first years went in carriages to the school, rather than the rowboats, as was tradition. No, no one had noticed anything out of the ordinary until Dumbledore had made his announcement at dinner.
They'd taken their seats, together as usual, and were chatting quietly when Dumbledore walked in. "Welcome students," he'd called. "There is one major announcement this year - no one is to leave Hogwarts for the first four weeks of term. There is a strange cult active in parts of Europe, and they are rumored to be heading this way."
Hermione sighed. That's all that she remembered Dumbledore saying, as they were still whispering to one another.
The door creaked behind her, making her jump. She turned to see Draco walk in, carrying a small, leather-bound book. He walked into the room fully, and she turned away.
"Hermione, I'm sorry about what I said about Ginny, really I am..." Hermione stood up and walked around to meet him face-to-face. "No... you were right. She is being selfish, but she can't help it. I'm sorry I was so brash in disagreeing with you - I wasn't actually listening to what you were saying. Forgive me?"
She looped her arms around his neck and moved in close, pressing her body against his, ignoring the alarm bells that went off in her mind from what she'd been thinking about earlier. He placed his hands on her waist, using her movement to bring them even closer together. She was, he realized, very short compared to his 6-foot frame when she was barefoot.
"Maybe... maybe I need convincing before I forgive you..." He lowered his head and dropped a kiss on her smiling lips. He backed up to the door and pushed it shut carefully, so as not to make too much noise and alert the others downstairs.
He stood straight again, and this time Hermione jumped up, put her legs around his waist, and kissed him deeply. Draco kissed back, just as strongly, but when the kiss ended, he placed a finger over her lips. "Maybe we shouldn't... you're not in a fit position to go through with this..."
Hermione replied by taking his finger in her mouth, and letting it slide from her tongue. "I know what I'm able to do, when I'm able to do it. And there is no question about that..."
She waved her hand at the door; the click of the lock sending what felt like a rush of hot air at the two, forcing out what they had been holding shut until that time.
Draco felt as though someone was pushing him towards the bed. He held onto Hermione until he was sure she would actually land on the mattress, then released her so she fell onto the bed with her knees and downwards hanging off the edge.
She pushed herself up onto her elbows, pulling her legs onto the bed just a tiny bit, while Draco removed his shirt. He lowered himself onto his hands on either side of Hermione, and kissed her deeply, taking all thoughts from her mind. Surely he couldn't make her feel this way without really caring about her?
Her shirt slid up as she arched her back towards Draco, and his hand was there, lifting it higher, letting his fingertips trail across her ribs, her stomach, then higher, the taunt peaks of her nipples. Slowly, he removed his hand, and pulled away just enough for him to be able to deftly remove the annoying clothing.
His breath caught in his throat as he saw her exposed top-half. She was beautiful... she was naturally slim, but she also had a flat stomach, and, he realized with a chuckle, her bellybutton was recently pierced. It must have been done within the past twelve hours, or he would have noticed it.
Hermione followed his gaze and laughed. "A couple of us decided to be daring when we found a spell for body-piercing. It's quite painless really..." Draco laughed as well, "I suppose so... don't let madam Hooch see it, though..."
Neither thought about speaking after that. He undid her jeans at the front and slipped both those and her underwear from her, before quickly removing his own.
He had barely gotten under the covers when she, quite literally, jumped him. Taken by surprise, he didn't have a chance to move when she straddled his waist, leaning down to kiss him, letting her hands run down along his ribs, across his six-pack, closer and closer to the junction of his thighs. She moved so that she was now sitting across his thighs, cradling his member in the palms of her hands. He looked up briefly, but the glare she sent him was enough for him to lay back. She bent her head over and set to her task, but before she had had enough of a chance to do much, he used his hips and hands to bring her up so that she was lying along him.
He kissed her, letting his tongue snake into her mouth, and flipped her over so that he was now back on top. He lowered himself down, slipping inside her with a quick thrust. They lay that way for a moment, just staring at one another, before he began to move. Softly at first, but then harder, faster, with urgency that was startling. It was as though he couldn't get enough of her, and she of him.
She arched her back, and clenched muscles she didn't know she had. She heard a low groan, and realised it was from Draco. Smiling to herself, she soon felt a rush of emotions sweep her away, taking her on a ride past the clouds, past the sky, into heaven itself.
Draco watched her as spasms overtook her, his own climax coming soon after, and with one final thrust, he was spent. He withdrew, and lay next to Hermione, feeling incredibly full of energy.
Hermione moved and draped her arm across his waist, her leg across his thighs, letting her head come to rest on his chest. He knew she would soon be asleep, and he was prepared to stay that way for as long as it took.
"Promise me something?" she whispered, so low he had to strain to hear her.
"Anything..." he answered, without thinking.
"Promise me you'll never hurt me intentionally?" she replied, almost asleep.
"Of course..."
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The blackness was still there, but somehow he managed to drag himself forwards. Where his cellmate had gone to, he wasn't sure, nor was he sure of how he'd been able to escape. His hand reached something solid, and he groaned in despair. It had taken him so long to get this far... why did there have to be a wall here now?
He used the wall to pull himself upwards, hoping he would be able to find a doorway that led away from the hated place.
When he reached a standing position, he wished he'd stayed down. White mist circled in front of his eyes, a pain so excruciating it felt as though he were dying ran through his head... but now he was up, he couldn't let something like that stop him.
He moved onwards, keeping his hands on the wall so he wouldn't fall down. Slowly, inch by inch, he crept onwards until his hands felt something softer than stone. Gritting his teeth against the pain in his head, he felt around, looking to see if this was indeed a door.
A small, cold doorknob found its way into his hand, and he started to turn the doorknob, slowly, slowly, every noise sounding magnified in the hollow place. He realised, with a start, that his palms were sweaty, but he dared not take his hands off the doorknob.
When the door latch clicked, he almost fainted with relief. But he couldn't just leave without his cellmate... could he?
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A/N: and I'm leaving it there for the time being! Will he leave without his cellmate? Will Draco break his promise to Hermione? You'll see in the next chapter!
