The week flew by in a blur, she hardly saw Ron and when she did he wouldn't speak to her. The entire school were in uproar, Draco and Hermione's new living situation, coupled with Ron's announcement in the great hall had made them the new hot topic. Draco had stepped in as her Dance partner but she couldn't remember ever having asked him to. As with everything else it just happened, although she had to admit they danced beautifully together and he was rather charming conversation during the long practises. He made every effort to get along with Harry and Ginny much to Ron's Dismay. In the space of four days Ron had gone through three dance partners before finally settling with none other than Pansy Parkinson. It was clear he's picked her in an attempt to provoke a reaction but he had no such luck.
It was Friday afternoon and the sun was shining as Hermione left her class. Ginny walked alongside her. "What's wrong with you? Hermione looked confused at the little red heads question. Ginny wasn't taking no for an answer…she considered it for a moment and decided she had to tell someone, she'd spent all week feeling like she could burst at any minute. Ginny sat down with a thud on Hermione's bed when they reached her room and she'd finished ogling Draco's apartment.
"So go on then?" Ginny waited. "It's embarrassing" Ginny braced herself and looked her straight in the eye "You can tell me". Hermione trusted her completely and she had to tell someone she couldn't carry this around any longer by herself. "Its Malfoy, I just, I can't dance with him." Ginny looked puzzled. "Don't be silly you look wonderful together, it's actually a bit concerning how well you move together." Hermione groaned… it was happening again, just the thought of him and the throbbing pressure was back. "You don't understand, they way he makes me feel and it gets worse every day. It's like I can't breathe, then I'm hot all over it feels like my whole body's on fire. I can't concentrate… on anything other than the way he smells and the way his lips move when he talks. I can't control it, I don't want to go to the dress rehearsal tonight… I don't trust myself. I miss not being able to sleep because he's even in my dreams, every night, I can't get away from him he's all I can think about." She hung her head ashamed of her confession but feeling better to have it off her chest.
Ginny grinned "You want him, well I already knew that. You two have been making those rehearsals unbearable." Hermione gasped "You could quite literally cut your sexual tension with a broomstick."
Hermione felt sick "Harry and Ron know?" Ginny laughed loudly "Oh god no, they're so tuned out to you and Malfoy I'd have to make them a sign and even then they'd chose to ignore it. I need to show you something… I've been carrying it around with me since this morning." From her satchel Ginny pulled todays copy of the Daily Prophet, across the front was a photo of Hermione Laughing at a press conference before school had started She read the headline Trouble in Golden Trio Paradise
Ginny pulled the paper back before Hermione could read any further. "I know you said not to show you any of this while you're here but it's been the same all week. Rumours flying everywhere, no mention of Malfoy by name yet but I think they're just too afraid to print his name without it being confirmed. You need to think really carefully Hermione, the whole worlds gearing up to watch you tomorrow night and they're going to be watching you… with Draco Malfoy. You have to understand what that means." Hermione fully understood what that meant and that it would be very, very hard for it to be taken well. "You clearly have some things to sort out with him and no one can blame you for that. We don't choose who we fall for but you need to figure out exactly what you are… before you go out there tomorrow night and the whole world wants to know what you two are."
Ginny left quietly and Hermione stayed laid on her bed starring up at the ceiling, was she falling for Malfoy? Surely not!
He smirked as stood there in his dark doorway listening to Granger explaining how he made her feel. He'd be lying if he said she wasn't having similar effect on him now but tomorrow was the ball, his deadline and everything had to go to plan. He was proud of Pansy for accepting Ron's invite to dance at the Ball. Two of the most prominent Pure Blood families dancing at the Victory Ball with the war hero's. It was even better than he could have hoped for. He just had to ensure that Pansy played her part, for as long as Ron would have her she had to be his. He knew it was a struggle for pansy though, for him it was easy, he had Granger, even before the war she interested him. Annoyed him yes, frustrated him certainly but overall there was something about her that lit something on fire deep inside of him in a way he had never understood. That's why he had taken great care to ensure the potions used would not fabricate anything that wasn't already there. A good old fashioned (and highly illegal) love potion would have done the trick and had her at his will in a matter of hours but he wanted her to want him, really want him. Pansy detested Weasley in every way shape and form. He may have been a pureblood but she was repulsed by him and his awkward blundering ways but she couldn't let the lost society down.
It was seven pm by the time Hermione finally managed to wriggle into her dress without ruining her perfectly pinned hair. The dress was beautiful, a floor length crimson gown that floated around her hips and swung enchantingly as she walked. If she was honest, she'd preferred her dress for the Yule Ball, although this dress was beautiful there was something lacking, something she couldn't explain.
She had gotten dressed with Ginny and they were both now running late. Miss Anne was sure to be fuming by the time they arrived. Hermione braced herself for another agonising evening. They ran to the Great hall holding their heels in their hands. Stopped outside the doors, putting on their shoes, correcting themselves and entered graciously. The Minister and Dignitaries weren't arriving until tomorrow but were already practised thoroughly for their parts. A few students had been roped in to fill their places in the procession and their places would simply be left open in the dance. It was hilarious to watch Katie Bell in her scruffy robes playing the Ministers part in the opening procession but everyone managed to keep their composure. Everyone else was there, including most of the teachers who'd been asked to watch them carefully to pick our anything amiss. As they took to the dancefloor for the first dance Draco wrapped himself around her pressing his hand to her lower back. Oh god that smell haunted her now, she could recognise that strong Dragon cologne anywhere. "You look beautiful" he looked down at her hovering inches from her face. This was already unbearable and her legs threatened to give any moment as she felt quivers running up the inside of her thighs like electrical currents. They continued to the second dance, every time he placed his hands on a different part of her body to hold her of lift her she lost her ability to think clearly. Her eyes kept locking with his and as he pulled her back to him with force for the finale of the second her fingers landed on his chest. They stayed there for a moment waiting as the others finished their steps and she felt the steady beat of his heart through is robes. As the third dance began she felt her whole body set itself on fire. This was the first time they'd done all three simultaneously but she was sure the heat she felt was not from the physical exertion. The aching pressure she felt through her body was painful and as he lifted her, spun her and then held her to him she felt herself about to snap, this was it, she couldn't take any more of this. As the chord played of the third song she bolted from the hall, through the doors.
He watched her as she left, a thin layer of sweat covering her flushed skin, her gown flowing behind her and she broke into a sprint toward the stairs, she had to make it back to her room she wasn't sure if she could, her legs were about to give way beneath her. Her perfectly pinned hair unravelled and stray curls dropped and stuck to her glistening neck as she ran. The friction of her thighs rubbing together almost floored her. Reaching the door she staggered desperately through and flung herself onto the sofa her whole body engulfed in inviable flames that were slowly eating their way through her entire body with unbearable intensity. She couldn't have held out any longer these past few weeks of torment were finally coming to ahead and she could feel herself quivering with no idea how to break the back of this and satisfy her desperation. Tugging off her heels she heaved herself from the sofa and toward the bathroom, she thought she may be physically sick if this continued much longer. The bathing pool, it was worth a try she began to fill it with tepid water, her dress clung to her damp skin and before she could finish filling the pool she collapsed into a heap in one of the moulded stone pillars, the cold stone felt so good on her skin.
He'd watched her leave, he'd watched her growing frustration and agitation slowly through the evening and taken great pleasure in it but none more so that he took right now. He'd followed her through the hall and then the door, keeping his distance until he stood now watching her in a heap curled up on the pillar by the pool. He couldn't hold himself back any longer, this was it and hell he wanted her.
She thought she was delirious when she felt him beside her, felt him silently picking her up and asking her if she was ok, in that deep husky voice she'd been listening to all evening. His chiselled jawline clenched, god he was so handsome the deep scent of his Dragon lace cologne enthralled her she felt all the fire and longing suddenly pool in one very familiar area. "Oh Lord" she whimpered. He smirked. He knew exactly what was happening to her and he had never enjoyed anything more than this. "Granger, you're burning up, you're wet through." Without another word he seized the back of her dress, pulled down the zipper and peeled the sodden satin from her skin leaving it in a pile on the floor. Hermione's docile brown eyes that were locked with his, turned black, this was it, she'd snapped and he's watched it happen. Her lips crashed to his aggressively sucking as his lower lip as she threw herself to him wrapping her legs around him , she was a force to be reckoned with, her fingers ripped through his robes pulling them off and throwing them to the floor with her dress. He had been amused but now, well now he was not amused. He was about to get what he'd secretly wanted for years and he couldn't stop his instincts kicking in.
Grasping her wrist, he spun her around and pulled her backwards into his embrace, reaching his hand down he felt her smooth skin and the molton lava dripping down the inside of her thighs, he shuddered almost losing control. He sucked on her salty collar bone leaving his marks all the way down her. He rubbed his fingers in small circles and she moaned her limp body convulsing in utter ecstasy against him. He laid her down where she had once stood. Dropping to the floor beside her, pulling her sodden knickers off and moved her knees over his shoulder, spreading her legs he starring up at her, his beautiful prize. He didn't hold back, he flattened his rough tongue gently against her clit making small circles as he went, sucking gently on the smooth skin around. Hermione quivered groaning his name and running her hands through his hair. "So close" she couldn't think, could barely speak, waves of ecstasy washed over her. The fire that had pooled between her thighs and deep inside her roared. Just as she felt herself on the edge of release her ecstasy was replaced with the most glorious sensation, like an itch deep inside of her, she knew what she needed and it had to be now.
"I need you" he looked up as he heard her plea "To do what" he growled, he could feel himself straining in his dress pants, he was sure that he had never been this hard before and the lack of room was beginning to cause pain and friction, either they come off or he would be finishing inside them shortly "I need you inside of me". That was it, he desperately bit back his climax, he felt the throbbing tingle as his body tried to betray him, he couldn't risk it ruining everything.
Before she could register it, she was no longer in the bathroom, she was being thrown onto his large bed. She bounced slightly with the sheer force, he ripped off his pants and immediately he was on her, his chest pinned her to the bed, his rippling arm muscles lay either side of her head as she licked her way down the side of her neck. She could feel him him pressing against her, looking down she saw him, she should have been terrified he was impossibly large but she was desperate for him. Opening her legs she wrapped them around him and lifted her hips till she felt him pressed against her entrance. He groaned feeling the heat and took one of her nipples in his mouth sucking aggressively, biting her gently and feeling her wince in his arms. "Please" she almost yelled at him she had to have him, she didn't know why but it had to be now. He moaned into her open mouth as he pushed inside of her. "oh god" her hips pushed forward impatiently when he stopped no more than an inch in. He shuddered as he felt himself tighten, for a third time he had to pull himself back from the edge, this was getting embarrassing. He had suspected she was a virgin but now he knew for sure. Taking a deep breath he pushed forward, filling her completely as he felt her break around him. The deep itch she had felt building was finally satisfied and she felt all the weeks of torment shatter around him in utter bliss, she came undone tensing, he walls crashing around him as he slowly moved within her. He watched her eyes flutter as she moaned in his arms "Draco, Draco, oh god" It felt like her body was trying to swallow him. He kept thrust deeply and firmly but it was no use he couldn't stop it, his lower back tingled and he knew he's lost his fight. He groaned into her chestnut curls as he erupted deep inside of her with force he had never felt before. He cursed himself as his whole body shook from the sheer pleasure, he collapsed onto her as they lay there coming undone together.