Hermione

"It's just a coincidence." Draco assured me as we walked home from the Italian restaurant. "We were at that apartment! Pansy could be with them now!" I said frantically. "It's not like they're actual vampires; they're not going to suck her blood or turn her into a vampire, or whatever." "I know, but they could worship Satan, perform weird rituals…God, they could brainwash her. You know what? I've never seen Lev during the day." I continued, crossing my arms over my chest with an angry huff. "Because he works, you know, like at a job!" said Draco.
"A possibly fake job!" I countered. "Possibly." he said firmly and quietly. I shook my head, annoyed that he wasn't more upset by this.

"Look, don't let this Eldred dude freak you out, all right? He's probably a total nutter. Besides, Pansy won't listen to us if we tell her to be cautious; she'll just tell us to piss off and leave our snouts out of her business." said Draco, stopping and turning to face me. I still felt really weird about the whole thing...running into Mr. Worple, the whole Lev thing, and especially Worple knowing various addresses and names. I gently leaned into my boyfriend's chest and breathed him in. I loved Draco's cologne; it was almost as if that smell was Draco, and I'd never known anyone else to wear it. I pulled away and looked up at his pointed face
"No, Pansy won't listen to us, but she may listen to you." Draco groaned, but I persisted "I know, I know! but she's always had a bit of a thing for you and I think if you asked her to be careful and maybe cool it a little, she might. Right now her safety is more important than petty differences."
"Petty differences!? Pansy hates you." Draco interjected in a disbelieving voice.
"Well," I said sadly as I started to walk again, taking Draco's hand "I don't hate her."

Draco

"Shhh," I said in a soothing voice "Let's not talk about Pansy, or any of that right now. Let's just be alone and enjoy each other." I massaged her shoulders and back through her thin shirt. As I massaged I thought about Pansy, and Hermione, and their friendship: I remembered them as being almost inseparable during grammar school, and I remembered when Pansy started crushing on me in the seventh grade. I always had liked Pansy; as a friend, and I thought I had always felt the same way about Hermione. I grew up right across the street from the Grangers, and since we were both only children we often spent time playing together rather than playing alone. I always remembered Hermione as being rather remarkable from the very beginning, particularly intellectually, and as we got older she became more and more beautiful -in every way- as a person. For a couple of years she dated her older skating partner, Ben; and during this period I pined away for her and dated a couple of girls from school just out of sheer boredom.
Finally, she and Ben had parted ways...well, Ben moved away, but they still remained close friends. Truthfully, that had always sort of bothered and made me feel really uncomfortable when I was around him because all I could think about was the fact that Hermione had lost her virginity to him. To be quite honest I don't really know what happened between Hermione and Pansy, it wasn't enough to say that they had grown apart over the course of a night or that they had disagreed on a few subjects. For the first while they didn't talk, and then they just started insulting one another. When me and Hermione had started dating, Pansy had spiraled into a pit of jealousy and hatred towards Hermione; which Hermione dealt with as good-naturedly as possible. By that point in time Pansy's father had married Harry's mother; so completely excluding her from our little group seemed rather difficult. I supposed Ginny was Hermione's best friend now.

My lovely girlfriend; prom queen, valedictorian, perfection with legs. Part of what made her perfect was the fact that she had imperfections; they made her Hermione, and I really loved my perfectly imperfect girlfriend. "Hermione," I said gently, and she gave a muffled reply as I continued to massage her back "I love you." Hermione shifted to look at me; she smiled.
"I love you, too." she replied in a low voice. Her lips looked so incredibly enticing, and her brown eyes glowed in the light. Quite suddenly I flipped her over so that she was facing me and straddled her waist. Our lips found each other's hungrily. We were completely alone, and she was glorious.
I pressed against her, our bodies flush with the other as we continued to kiss passionately; my hands moved to the buttons on her blouse and my mouth kissed, suckled, bit and licked at her neck. Hermione moaned when I sucked at her sweet spot just under her chin and she arched into me. I was growing slightly impatient and quickly sat up and removed my shirt, and Hermione used this time to finish unbuttoning her blouse and rid herself of the garment. She quickly undid the back of her bra before she fell back onto the pile pillows, and I could only think about how beautiful she looked; flushed and already starting to breath rapidly, pupils dilated and a hungry look in her eyes. I took a moment to gaze upon her before I cupped her soft breasts in my hands and the nipples instantly hardened. We kissed again, and the I set a trail of kisses down her neck and collarbone until I could put one of her erect nipples into my mouth, while I massaged and pinched her other breast.
She gasped when I gently bit her hardened bud, and smiled at her reaction as I swirled my tongue around the sensitive area. Hermione's legs had already fallen open and she made a noise of frustration as she ground her core against me. I ground into her, creating friction and so that she could feel how hard I was growing for her.
"You like that?" I asked in a teasing voice when she moaned loudly; she nodded and bit her lip slightly when I did it again, her eyes closed in pleasure. My pants were starting to feel uncomfortable against my arousal, so I quickly removed them and my boxers. I then began to remove Hermione's pants and was glad to see how wet her panties already were. She impatiently pulled me back to her as soon her pants were off, and wrapped her legs around my hips; I kissed her again, slowly this time, savouring the taste of her mouth, and lightly rubbed my cock against her pantied core. My breath hitched and Hermione moaned, I really needed her now. I let her make the first move to rid herself of her final garment, but I helped her remove it past her knees. I ran my hands up her legs and kissed the soft flesh of the inside of her thighs which she gladly parted for me.
"You're so wet for me." I said to her as I ran a finger from her slit to her clit.
"Oh god, Draco." she moaned and bucked her hips slightly. It had been a little while and I wasn't sure if I could hold out much longer so I positioned myself outside her entrance and our lips locked again as she pulled me closer and I entered her. We both moaned in shared pleasure, and I stilled for a moment just to savour the feeling of her skin against mine.
"Draco, I need you." Hermione whispered desperately, which was enough to get me going and we moved together. Her fingers pressed hard and the sometimes soft on my back, she spread her legs wide (the figure skating had left her very flexible) to grant me the best access as I thrust into her. I kissed and suckled at her neck and breasts as our breathing increased with the rhythm, and we moaned and gasped against one another. Hermione started to moan my name as she met me halfway on each of my thrusts. I snaked my hand down between us and began to rub her sensitive little clit, feeling that I wasn't going to last much longer.
"Ohhhh, annnng, Draco. God, yes." she said as her moans grew increasingly louder. I could feel my balls beginning to tighten just as Hermione's walls began to clench around my cock, and she arched into me as she moaned and gasped out my name during her climax. I panted out her name as I emptied myself out into her in three final thrusts before I collapsed on top of her.

Hermione

God, that had been amazing. I trembled a bit in the aftermath of my orgasm, and Draco rolled off of me but still kept his arms around me as he burrowed into my neck. "Was it always like that?" Draco asked, kissing my neck.
"Yes," I said with a contented sigh as I moved down on the bed to lay my head upon Draco's chest.

I felt rather emotional, but tried not to think of things that might make me cry. I thought of home, and the state of things there. My mother was an alcoholic and my father seemed to be at home as little as possible; just before I had left on this trip it had come out that my mother was having an affair. Unbidden, a stray tear rolled down my cheek, followed by another and another. I tried to blink them away angrily, but that only made the matter worse. Draco felt them and pulled away from me to get a better look while I tried to hide them and look away.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked in a worried voice.
"Nothing," I squeaked unconvincingly, I hadn't told him about my mother's affair yet. "I just hate my mother." I finally said with a sob, letting Draco soothe and cradle me in his arms.