What's A Girl To Do?
Chapter Nine
Fred.
Draco remembered as soon as she said his name, the other twin. The one that moved to the US. Obviously back for the wedding. But why the hell was he calling his girl Herms? Hermione loathed nicknames, and that one was as bad as they could get.
So with the Weasleys surrounding the returnees, Draco grabbed Hermiones' hand and pulled her into the kitchen, after soundproofing the room, he turned and just looked at her.
Hermione looked nervous, and very shocked.
"We went out for a little bit," she said, "after I broke it off with Ron."
He swore, and sat down in the closest chair. "Do you think he wants to get back together?"
"I don't know, it wasn't even a 'relationship', more of a fling," she said, sitting in the chair next to his.
He took a deep breath and asked the question he knew he had to, but dreaded the answer. "Do you want to?"
Hermione jumped out of her chair, and crouched next to his, "Absolutely not, the main reason I was with Fred, was to help me move on, from the one I wanted and couldn't get."
Draco kept his eyes down, "What happened with the one you wanted?"
"I got him…" Draco looked up, and saw that she was looking straight at him, with a smile on her lips.
Draco let out a noise that could only be described as a growl, and pulled her onto his lap.
"Mine," he whispered in a tone, that Hermione found both thrilling and a little scary.
Putting his hand of the back of her head, he pulled her forward, and gave her a kiss that shocked Hermione with it's intensity, but she quickly recovered and responded. Moving on his lap, so she was now straddling his lap, she moved closer.
After a few minutes Hermione reluctantly pulled back, "We can't do this here, anyone could walk in at any moment…Draco…stop." He looked up from her neck, he hadn't stopped kissing her when she moved her lips from his, just moved them.
"Just one more kiss…then we'll stop?" Putting a puppy dog look on his face.
Hermione nodded and the self-control snapped once again, and one kiss quickly escalated…
"Hermione?"
She nearly fell out of the chair, she pulled back that quickly, and if it weren't for Draco grabbing her around the waist she would have.
"Fred!" Draco hid the smirk, perfect. Show that Weasley whose girl she was.
"So you're with Malfoy?" He asked.
Hermione scrambled to her feet, "Yeah, just the other day really."
"Well I'm happy for you," Draco kept the snort of disbelief to himself, "I've met someone too," likely story, but Hermione lapped it up, jumping off his lap, and moving over to him.
"Really! What's she like?" She asked eagerly.
As Fred and Hermione got into a discussion about his 'girlfriend', Draco was wondering when Hermione would notice, that the girl sounded exactly like her, and the Weasley was clearly not over her.
Some time later, Draco shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He was having a horrible time.
The only Weasleys other than Ginny, who were remotely civil to him, were Molly and Arthur and they were at the opposite end of the table, enraptured by Charlies' stories from Romania. Ginny was talking a mile a minute to Fleur about her upcoming nuptials. The rest of the Weasley men and Potter were talking Quidditch, Draco knew what would happen if he tried to join that conversation. The only saving grace was Hermione sitting next to him, that calmed him down somewhat, the only problem with this arrangement was that she was currently having a spirited chat about Merlin knows what with Fred on her other side, and Draco had not missed Mollys' smile every time she looked at them talking.
Just when he was about to give up, and go home, it happened.
A hand moved onto his leg, high on his leg. Now Draco was extremely glad with what side it was on, on the other side he would have to have a little chat with Bill. But surely she wouldn't do anything here? Not with all these people around.
Then it moved higher, and in a bit.
Bloody hell, she was!
He hid the groan, as her hand moved with a cough. And took a drink of water. Draco was torn betweengrabbing it and guiding her, or just plain grabbing her and getting the hell out of there and taking her home.
He was starting to feel a little hot, he undid the top button of his shirt, this was not at all like the Hermione he had come to know. Sure, they weren't exactly strangers now to the others body, but at the Weasleys' kitchen table, with all the Weasleys?
"Draco, are you alright?"
His head shot up, it was Fleur. And the hand kept moving.
"I'm fine," he choked out.
"Are you sure? You're all red, and your face is sweaty."
Ginny had a smirk on her face, "Maybe he's coming down with what Hermione had."
"Oh were you sick dear?" Mrs Weasley said, concerned.
"I was, but I took the day off yesterday, and I feel a hundred percent better now." She answered, and that hand kept on moving.
He grabbed the hand, and moved it off. "I think I'll head home, and get some rest. A good night sleep." Casting a voiceless disillusionment charm on his groin, he stood up from the table, "Thanks for the wonderful meal Mrs Weasley, see you all later."
Within the various voices that said goodnight, Draco could only hear a sweet little voice, "Goodnight Draco."
With one last look at the witch with the very cheeky smile on her face, he left.
Hermione stumbled into her flat, wondering why the spell to light her flat wasn't working. Then Lumos wouldn't work on her wand.
She had gone tohis house, not longer after he left the Weasleys', but he wasn't home. Surely he wasn't that annoyed with her? It was only a bit of fun, and he looked like he needed to relax.
Thinking she would figure it out in the morning, she went into her bedroom, trying to find the candles that she had, when a body pressed up against her back.
"That wasn't very nice…" she relaxed against him.
"You seemed like you needed to unwind a little, are you mad?" she said, realising he wasn't mad at all.
"Not terribly, but it's your turn now…"
Hermione panicked a little, "my turn for what?"
"Do you know how hard it's been waiting for you, not wanting to finish what you started?"
Hermione pushed back against him, "Very hard?"
She squealed as he threw her on the bed, quickly covering her with himself.
"Honey, by the time I'm finished you'll beg me to let you go over the edge…" he said smugly, as he moved his lips over her neck.
"And how is that punishment?" tilting her head back.
"I've a great deal of self control at the moment, and I could do this all night," he whispered in her ear.
"Mmm, sounds wonderful…" she purred right back.
"It will be…later…right now, I quite like the idea of you begging."
"I don't beg," she said indignantly.
"You will…"