AN: I created a random park for Draco and Hermione to hang out in. just… go with it, haha. This ones a little longer! YAY! Enjoy.
Girly Girl
Written by Jami Ruggeri
July 11th, 2006
Chapter Three: Different
Hermione had no idea why she was worrying so much. Why in Merlin's name was she fretting over something so stupid. It was just a trip to Hogsmeade, nothing out of the ordinary. Except maybe for that fact that she was spending it with Draco Malfoy, someone she's loathed from her first year at Hogwarts.
She stood in front of the vanity on Saturday morning, the day she was going on a date with Draco Malfoy. She shuddered, and peered at herself in the mirror. What in the devils name was she to wear? Did it really matter, though? Did he care about those kinds of things? Would he care what she wore? And why on earth did she start caring about what Malfoy cared about?
Since yesterday. When he had almost kissed her in the courtyard. The memory kept flashing through her mind in fluid motions and the blushes continued to appear every time she thought about it.
People were getting predictably suspicious all week. Every time she stole glances at Malfoy during classes or in the Great Hall during meals he would wink, or acknowledge her with a nod and a smirk. On one occasion, Pansy Parkinson had even seen his small gestures and flip out. Hermione suspected that when Pansy noticed this Malfoy made up some fib about it, most likely insulting Hermione or the Gryffindors in the process.
So here she was, rummaging through her trunk, searching for something to wear to Hogsmeade. Ginny walked in and gave her a confused look. "So now she's finally worried about her appearance? What in Merlin's name have you done to the Girls Dormitory? There are clothes and knickers everywhere." Ginny said smirking, holding up a pair of light pink panties.
Hermione groaned. "Ginny! Please help me. I don't know what to wear." She got up off the floor and ran to her friend. Ginny placed her hands on Hermione's shoulders.
"May I ask why you are so distressed about this? Its just Hogsmeade." Hermione blushed. Ginny gave her a knowing look. "Oh, perhaps it is because you are trying to impress someone? A boy?"
Hermione nodded and sighed in defeat. "Look, Ginny. I want to tell you something, but you have to promise not to tell anybody. I'm serious."
"Why? What is it?" Hermione gave her a pleading look. "Alright, I won't tell anyone, of course."
"Not even Ron or Harry. They would be furious."
"My lips are sealed." Hermione sighed again and sat down on her bed. Ginny followed suit.
After a few moments, Hermione mumbled, "Draco Malfoy asked me to go to Hogsmeade with him." Ginny gaped, not sure how to react.
"And? You are?" Ginny asked her. Hermione nodded. "But… Why? He's foul. He's such a git."
"Well… he is, but, it's like he's changed or something. He's just being so nice to me, and he even almost kissed me!" Ginny gasped.
"For real? What? When did this happen? Tell me everything."
Hermione hesitated, mad at herself for letting that slip, but also glad she could talk to someone about it. "It was on Monday. He complimented me in the hallway on my new look, and then in Potions he sent me a note that asked me if I wanted to spend lunch with him in the courtyard. So I did, feeling curious. And he was being so nice, but flirty, and just all around a cool person. He asked me to spend Hogsmeade with him, and he almost kissed me, twice, but backed off when I was scared, and told me he would see me on Saturday."
Ginny took everything in, and sighed. "Well, if you need help putting an outfit together, I'll be happy to help."
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Hermione stood in the crowd of the students, reading over the note she had just got from Malfoy a few moments before, him having sent it by owl. She read it carefully, making sure the time and place he wanted to meet.
As soon as you get out of the carriages try to meet me at the new park they just built. I'll wait there for you, just try to get rid of Potter and Weasley as soon as you can.
Yours truly,
D.M.
Hermione folded up the note and stuffed it inside her purse. She peered around the crowd for the Slytherins. All of Malfoy's cronies were all standing around, acting like fools, and Malfoy himself was no where to be seen. Hermione got worried, but was reassured when a sleek blonde head started walking briskly down the staircases toward the carriages. Hermione's eyes bugged out and her mouth watered. Draco Malfoy was wearing a tight, black t-shirt, his teenage muscles bulging, and tight, but not too tight, black jeans that matched the t-shirt perfectly. Hermione had to admit, for the first time ever, that Draco Malfoy could quite possibly have asked her to do anything and she would oblige immediately. She blushed when he winked at her, that same old smirk plastered onto his beautiful face.
Draco was pleased at her, and not in the least bit disappointed at what Hermione was wearing. As he descended the stairs, he peered at her up and down, traveling from her bare neck, to the low-cut, green v-neck tank top, to her round, well-sized breasts, to her noticeably flat stomach, and to her blue jeans that hung on her hips tightly. He shook his head as he realized he was getting aroused.
Hermione watched him break they're gaze as he glided towards his fellow Slytherins. Pansy Parkinson smiled devilishly and wrapped her hands around his waist, brushing her over-sized breasts against his chest, and giggling.
Hermione wanted to march right over there and punch her in her dumb pug face.
With a snort, and a sound of disapproval, she walked towards Ron and Harry. "Where's Ginny?" She asked Harry. He shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"Her girlfriends from fifth year wanted her to hang out with them, so she said goodbye to us and ran off with them." He sighed in defeat. "Girls."
"I know what you mean, man." Ron shook his head as well. "Sometimes they're totally uncontrollable and arrogant." Hermione "hmphed" loudly at his statement.
"We're not as half as bad as boys. Don't even get me started." Ron chuckled and wrapped his arms around her shoulders and kissed her forehead. Hermione gasped at the gesture.
"Silly Hermione. I didn't mean to get you mad."
"It's… okay." She said to him slowly, and he drew away from her.
From afar Draco Malfoy glared at the redheaded moron and followed Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy into the carriage.
Inside the carriage, Ron would not stop staring at Hermione, which would make her glance at him when she felt his eyes upon her, blush, and turn away. Harry noticed this after about the sixth or seventh time it happened and rolled his eyes.
He nudged Ron. "You're making her uncomfortable." He whispered. Ron looked at him, then back at Hermione, then to Harry, that back to Hermione again.
"Whoops." He whispered, and peered at the window. After a few moments of silence, Ron said, "So, Hermione. Where would you like to go today? Buying parchment and books I presume? Maybe a new quill." He smiled at her goofily.
She giggled quietly. "Well, maybe." Hermione bit her lip. How was she going to tell them that she was going to go without them? Finally finding a reasonable excuse, she said, "Um. I think I'm just going to go alone today. I haven't been feeling well… most likely that time of the month, so…"
"Well, in that case, you can just go along on your own. We'll be fine. No harm done." Harry told her, blushing slightly at the fact that Hermione mentioned her womanly problems.
"Thanks, guys. It means a lot." She leaned across from her and kissed them both on the cheek.
"Well, we don't necessarily want you snapping at us angrily whenever we say something stupid, like always. I hate it when its your time of the month. It's like, if we even look at you wrong, you like burn fire into our faces and-"
Harry nudged Ron hard in the gut. "Ron! Shut up! You're only gonna piss her off more."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's okay. I know Ron's an idiot, so I'll let that one slide." They all laughed.
They all arrived at Hogsmeade, everyone going their separate ways. Hermione walked somewhat quickly towards the new park. Finally, she got there, peering at the new wooden sign that had the words, "Hogsmeade Public Park" engraved on it.
There were lots of trees, flowers, and a small creek running through the back edge of it. She searched around for her date, and spotting ever so easily his blonde head. She smiled and trotted towards him. He looked up, smiled at her from his place on the swing he was on, and gestured towards the swing next to him, asking her to sit down.
"Hello, Hermione."
"Hello." She replied, still well aware he was using her first name. "Nice park, innit?" He nodded.
"How did you get rid of Potter and Weasel? I would expect Weasel to object, since he just wants you for himself." Hermione gaped at him, and pushed on the arm.
"First off, his name is not Weasel, and second, he does not want me for himself." She said, almost smiling.
"Oh, trust me, I know so." Hermione gave him a look that said, "how?" and he told her, "I saw him all over you before we got in our carriages. Disgusts me."
'Ugh! And what about you! Pansy Parkinson can't keep her damn hands off you. It's ridiculous." Malfoy laughed. "What? What's so funny?" She said, trying to hold back a smile.
"I just realized something."
"And that is?"
"We're jealous. We're jealous of other people flirting with us." He looked at her. She nodded after a few moments.
"Heh, I guess you're right." She slid her feet around in the dirt.
"And that means something else." He told her softly. She gazed at him questioningly. "I like you, Hermione."
She blushed horribly at his confession. He gasped and covered her mouth with her hand, smiling. "Really? Why do you say that? Any particular reason?"
He smiled. "You like to ask a lot of questions, don't you?"
"Naturally." She said, still blushing like crazy.
"Well, if you must know, I've had an inkling of a crush for you ever since you punched me in the face during third year. Why? I don't know. I just always found myself looking in your direction and waiting for you to enter a classroom or to see you in the halls, if I could." Hermione's face beamed more with scarlet, if that was even possible. "I guess it would be impossible for you to like me. That's why you didn't want me to kiss you."
"Well, that can change." Hermione said quickly, not realizing that she had said it. "I mean… I can learn to like you. I guess it's just weird. You being like this when after all those years you just…"
"Were a git." He finished for her and smirked. "I understand." He got up off the swing, grabbed her hand, and lifted her off the swing. "You wanna go swimming?"
"But, where?" She looked at the creek. "You don't mean the creek, do you?"
"But of course." He smirked and ran to the edge of the creek with her, his hand still wrapped around hers.
"You don't just expect me to just strip to my knickers and jump in?"
"Why not? No one will see."
"You don't know that!"
"Awe, c'mon." He pleaded, smirking, and lifted up his shirt and tossed it to the ground. Hermione gasped and blushed. He waded into the water, gave a slow, "ahhh, feels good." And peered over at Hermione. "Sure you're not going to come in and join me?"
She gave the thought a good minute and sighed loudly, saying, "Good lord." And then lifted up her shirt and tossed it next to Malfoy's, showing him her pink, lacy bra. "If you don't have to take off your pants, I'm not going to either."
"That's fine. At least I got you to come in." He smirked. Hermione huffed, and waded in after him. The water reached up a little bit above her knee. As she was going towards him, her foot gave way on a slippery rock underneath the water and she fell right into his arms, splashing water all over them. "I knew you'd fall for me one day." He winked. Hermione giggled.
"Sorry." She apologized.
"It's okay. I was planning on getting wet anyway." Her raised an eyebrow and stroked the small of her watered back. "Weren't you?" Hermione blushed.
"Nice innuendo."
"I try." They stood there in silence for a few moments, gazing into each other's eyes. "So you're not trying to run free from my grasp? I don't want to scare you and have to leave again."
"I… I'm sorry about that. It's not that I… didn't want you to kiss me. It's just that it was different. Much different."
"Hmm." He ran a finger down her jaw, and then cupped her cheek with his hand. "Don't be scared, Hermione…" He told her and began closing the space between them.
"Malfoy…" She breathed as he drew closer. He stopped for a second.
"No. Call me Draco." And he pressed his lips to hers in a chaste kiss. His hand knotted itself in her long, slightly-getting-wavy-from-the-water hair, and she wrapped her arms around him more tightly, bring their bodies closer together.
His lips were hot. Hermione was slightly surprised. She would have thought them to be as cold as ice, but they weren't. They were soft, and warm, and wet, and gentle. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, darting around, tasting every crevice she had. Her tongue worked against his, searching deep into his mouth. He moaned as her wet, almost bare breasts rubbed against his chest. He dipped his knee through her legs to separate them. Hermione felt something hard and hot through his jeans, and smiled. She was doing that to him. Not Pansy, not anybody else. It was Hermione Granger, giving Draco Malfoy a hard on.
The hand that was cupping her cheek was now tenderly sliding down to her breast. He cupped it softly, then slid his hand into the cup of the bra, relishing in the feel of her hard nipple against his calloused hand. She moaned quietly, and when he tweaked her nipple with his thumb and forefinger she moaned a bit louder. He smirked against her mouth.
He broke the kiss and bent down over her breast, taking it in his mouth a sucking and nipping and pulling at it. Hermione had never had this done to her before, and goddamn, it felt good. Draco was much more experienced than her. She wondered what else he could do…
Feeling frisky she pulled his head up, sat them both down in the water, and straddled him, making sure her core was up against his erection. She kissed him this time, and slid her hands around her neck. He kissed her back, more feverishly this time, showing passion. She gave the kiss as much passion as he did.
They finally broke the kiss and she got up from their position, blushing crazily. "Why did you stop?" He asked, a little sad.
"I just thought maybe we were going too fast." She told him. "It was great… but…" He got up and hugged her.
"I get it. It's okay. I won't force you to do anything. Just because I'm a Slytherin doesn't mean I'm totally heartless." She nodded and smiled. He chuckled. "Want to go to the library?"
"But what if people see us together?"
"They won't. We can be sneaky. We can hide in the back aisles and stuff." She nodded.
Hermione went into the library first, waving to the librarian and heading to the farthest aisle. She sat and waited and Draco came to the same aisle, smirking and grabbing her around the waist.
"Ever gotten a hickey?" He asked her.
"Um, no. Viktor Krum almost gave me one, but I didn't want Ron to see. He's awfully jealous of Viktor."
"Great." He then bent the side of her neck, and kissed her there, sucking and biting, a little harder than he had with her breast. Hermione relished the feeling of his lips on her. Draco Malfoy was making love with his mouth to her neck. And it felt excruciatingly wonderful.
Moments later, he stopped and kissed her on her mouth for a few seconds, his lips very wet, and pulled back. "There. I left my mark."
Hermione tried to look at it but she couldn't see it. She touched the hot flesh where his mouth had been moments before. "Oh, great."
"You didn't like it?" He asked, his expression almost sad.
"Oh, no, it was lovely! It's just that, everyone's going to see, and ask me why I have a hickey on my neck."
"That's fine, just tell them you burned yourself with your straighter. Hermione sighed.
"That will probably not work, but I might as well try it." She looked at him. "What do you mean by you left your mark?"
"What do you want it to mean?"
"Whatever you want it to mean."
"What do you think I want it to mean?" He asked her, smirking, a slight blush on his pearly skin.
"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"
He shrugged. "Only if you say yes."
"I would… but… how could we possibly be able to spend time together if the moment we even do something remotely nice to each other, people would start talking and spreading rumors?"
"I have ideas. Trust me." Hermione sighed. "So… is that a yes?"
"I guess we could give it a go." She said, and he hugged her and kissed her tenderly. She couldn't believe it. She was actually going out with Draco Malfoy. She was Draco Malfoy's girlfriend. Draco Malfoy was her boyfriend. This was all too crazy, and this was all too soon. But, she just couldn't say no. It must be true then.
Hermione Granger liked Draco Malfoy… a lot.
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