Warning (or enticement to read haha): this chapter is rated M. Also be nice, I'm nervous lol
"I didn't think you were actually going to make me serve detention," Draco said sourly as he followed Hermione out to the school grounds. He assumed they were going to the Quidditch Pitch to clean the locker rooms or something else equally unpleasant. His only hope was that afterwards they would do something much much more pleasant.
"We must keep up appearances, musn't we?" Hermione replied loftily. She was having far too much fun with this. She had a teasing glint in her eye that he couldn't get enough of. What was it about this girl? Hermione Granger was the last person he should be having any type of feelings for, and yet there was something about her that made him feel alive in ways he hadn't felt in a very very long time. He had laughed more in the handful of hours they had spent together than he had in years. He knew he should stop this, whatever "this" was, but he couldn't.
"Oh no, this is some sort of punishment, but for what I'm not sure," he replied. She cackled somewhat evilly.
"You can think of it as retroactive detention for enlarging my teeth in fourth year," she said haughtily.
"Hey! You should be thanking me for that!," he replied, closing the distance between them now that they were out of view of the castle, "your teeth have never been straighter."
So lost in their bantering was he, that he hadn't realized that they were not in fact going to the Quidditch pitch until they were standing directly in front of the forbidden forest. He stopped dead in his tracks.
"We aren't going in there, are we?" he asked. He'd never admit it but this forest gave him the heebie jeebies ever since the detention he served in first year. Sometimes he could still hear the sound of a slithering cloak on leaves. He suppressed a shiver.
"Scared?" Hermione teased, stepping closer to the forest threshold.
"Of course not," he lied, "but isn't this a bit much for a fake detention?"
He tried to come off as aloof, but truth be told he would prefer not to go in the forest.
"I told Hagrid I would pick some flowers for him that only grow on this one night a year," she said, "you don't have to come with me if you don't want to."
He refrained from rolling his eyes. That was such a girl answer. He didn't want to go in the forest but he didn't want to look like a coward either. Also, he didn't want her going alone.
"Why couldn't the man have picked them himself," he muttered under his breath before taking a few steps forward.
She smiled encouragingly as they entered the forest.
As soon as they passed the line of trees it got eerily quiet and the air felt somehow thicker. Entering the forest felt like entering another world. A world where the wild ruled and humans were mere spectators. This time Draco did not suppress the shiver down his spine. He noticed Hermione didn't either.
"It's this way," she said, pointing with her lit wand toward a barely visible path. Draco wordlessly lit his as well.
As they walked through the silent forest Draco stopped worrying about the horrors of the forest and instead became extremely aware of their proximity to each other. The trees seemed to push them together, until their arms were all but touching. Her scent was intoxicating, jasmine with a hint of citrus. Every time his arm brushed against hers he felt a tingle travel through his skin. He felt more aware of her than ever and all he wanted to do was push her against a tree and do naughty things to her.
Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, the trees opened up to a clearing. As they got closer he could see small glowing blue lights on the ground gently swaying back and forth. The glowing blue lights turned out to be flowers swaying in the wind. They glowed with a magic no human could create. It was truly breathtaking.
The entire clearing was lit by the unearthly glow and all of the creepiness and oppressive silence of the forest disappeared, replaced by a tranquility Draco had never felt before.
"It's beautiful," Hermione gasped, her eyes reflecting the blue glow. Looking at her he thought she had never looked more pretty than in this moment, bathed in the blue light. He tore his eyes from her and faced the clearing again.
"It is," he agreed, swallowing thickly.
It was open, filled only with flowers, except for one towering tree in the center. As he looked closer, he realized that the flowers weren't planted in the ground they were falling from the tree.
He stepped forward, taking Hermione's hand in his as he went. Neither seemed to notice, so entranced were they by the beauty in front of them. As they entered the clearing the wind picked up, sending the blossoms up in a swirling gust around them.
He faced her, his hand entwined in hers, as the blue blossoms enveloped them in a world of their own. She looked at him wide eyed. He wondered if she was as shocked by the intensity of emotions as he was. Gently cupping her head, he pulled her to him in a sweet kiss. Their mouths met and for a moment it seemed as if time had stopped and nothing existed except for the two of them. She ran her hand down his back eliciting a subtle shiver as their lips delighted in the feel of each other. He pulled away and looked at her. She looked back. No words were spoken, and yet there was nothing left unsaid. There was just want.
She hooked her fingers in his belt loops and pulled him closer. He didn't hesitate with this kiss, nor was it sweet. It was wild and passionate and chaotic. It was seven years of built up tension. Lips and teeth and tongue, soft moans, and pressing bodies. Draco guided Hermione until her back was up against the tree. She let out a huff of air but didn't stop kissing him. He lifted her slightly, hooking her leg around his waist. She groaned when he ground into her, feeling the effect she had on his body.
As he slid his hand up her leg, he had never been more thankful for skirts. She lightly bit his lip as he traveled higher and higher, gasping slightly when he ran his fingers over the damp cotton of her knickers. He teased her for only a moment before pushing the fabric aside, unable to resist touching her bare skin for even a second longer.
She let out a deep moan when he finally touched her, running his fingers over her most sensitive skin in slow circles, building speed with the pace of her breaths, only to slow down again before she could go over the edge. Again and again he teased her.
"Please," she gasped, grinding herself against his hand.
He slid a finger into her, delighting in the feel of her, and then added another. He ran his thumb over her center, and that was all she could take. Her body gave a little tremor and she cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
He wanted her. Merlin, he wanted her, but not in the middle of the forest and not up against a tree. Watching her squirm under his touch, feeling her against his fingers, kissing her until her lips were swollen, hearing her sounds of passion, it would have to be enough for now.
She came back down, breathing heavily and grinning like she couldn't believe what they'd just done. He stepped back so she was no longer pressed against the tree but didn't step away.
"I hope my detention was served to your liking," he said, smirking, wrapping his arms around her waist.
She drew a check mark against his chest with her finger, "Satisfactory,"
"Did I make up for the teeth?" He asked playfully.
"Yes, but there's still the name calling, the pranks, and the tattling," she said coyly.
Draco grinned widely. Who knew detention could be so fun?
