CURIOUS
Her back ached and she had a splitting headache, this was probably due to the long winding argument she had had with Harry the previous night. Hermione poked at her breakfast animatedly as she remembered the night before. She had gone back to the common room, to get changed and gather her thoughts; she was surprised to find Ron sitting by the fire, stroking a sleeping Crookshanks. He didn't notice her as she tiptoed barefoot up to the girl's dormitories. She took no more then five minutes to slip out of her robe and mask and into her pajamas. She walked back down the stairs and was shocked to see that Harry had replaced Ron and was sitting by the fire, apparently waiting for her to come down from her room. He stood up from his spot by the fire, and turned to face her. His hair was more disheveled than usual, and she had to hold back a scowl. Her skin prickled as he tore off his mask and stalked towards her, unashamed by his exposure. She trained her eyes on his and realized that he seemed angry, and slightly disappointed. She leaned against the door frame somewhat for support. She was tired and didn't feel like an argument. He got to the couch that was between them and leaned on the arm casually.
'Where were you?' his voice was quiet, he tugged at a loose thread on the couch waiting for her reply.
'Nowhere… I didn't feel like participating tonight…'
'When did you leave?' His voice seemed to come out a little hoarsely at the end.
'not long after you chose the girl, I didn't want to make a scene so I slipped out while no one was paying attention…' she felt her lie come out easily, it was true, she didn't want to make a scene, but she kept the part about what type of scene to herself.
'Are you sure?' his voice had dropped an octave lower and Hermione could tell that there was a far more difficult question waiting on the tip of his tongue.
'Of course I'm sure! What kind of silly question is that?' Hermione's voice got trapped in her throat slightly and she could feel her heart start to beat a little faster. Could he have seen what had taken place between herself and Draco? Could he have witnessed the entire thing? She pushed herself off the doorframe and moved towards a desk at the other side of the room. She could feel his eyes follow her over, and tried to calm her nerves.
'I saw you watching me, but then, when I looked over to you again, all I could see was Malfoy with his back turned to me. I was sure that you had been standing in that exact spot when I had last looked over.' Hermione turned to face him. 'The strange thing was that I was hoping that you would be the first to join the three of us, when the time came. I looked into the crowd to see where you were, but I noticed that Malfoy had disappeared also…Hermione…is there something I should know?' the question was barely audible, there was a quiver in his voice now, the air seemed to go still.
Hermione's response seemed to have taken a second too long, and Harry picked up on it instantly. They spent the night arguing about where she had been and whether or not she had been with Draco. He seemed convinced that she had betrayed him. It wasn't until the eerie twilight of the coming dawn that the arguing ceased and they went their separate ways, Hermione crashed into her bed, eyes puffy from the tears that had flowed, and Harry to his own bed, feeling horrible about the things he had said. It had taken everything Hermione had to convince him of her innocence and she spent until dawn breaking down into tears over her betrayal.
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Hermione sat in her seat at breakfast that day, contemplating what he had said, and the events of the night in question. She couldn't replace the images of her forbidden act within the shadows. She felt regret, and her skin felt unlike her own, something within her had changed, this aching, longing feeling had engulfed her and she questioned her relationship with Harry. He didn't know her body the way Draco seemed to. It was astonishing, the affect his touch had on her. And she had LIED to Harry, for the first time in their friendship and subsequently their relationship, she had lied to him!
She could feel the crystalline eyes staring at her from across the Great Hall, but refused to look up. She would never look into his eyes again…
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He stared at her intently, willing her to lift her eyes and meet his. He felt the cold hands of despair tighten around his heart as she tossed aside her breakfast and stalked out of the room. Inconspicuously, he rose from his seat and made his way out the Great Hall after her. He didn't understand this feeling, it was as though he didn't care anymore, as though the years of training, of holding himself back in the name of honor and pride were worthless now, he refused his mission and reassigned himself a new one. He wanted her, and without knowing exactly why, he wouldn't stop until she was his.
The doors opened and Draco came face to face with Harry himself. Harry stopped instantly, his fists clenching, Draco did the same, ready to reach for his wand.
'Potter.' Draco spat. He wouldn't back down. Harry had something Draco wanted and he resented him for that fact.
'You have some nerve following my girlfriend, Malfoy.'
'Why would I follow that piece of filth, she is after all Harry Potter's slut.' Draco smirked, although he didn't mean it. Draco ended it at that; he shoved past Harry to continue his search. It didn't take him long, Hermione had heard the entire exchange and stood, mouth gaping. Draco was instantly taken aback, he opened his mouth to speak, but realized Harry was still standing a few steps away from them. He saw the look in her eyes and for an instant wanted to explain but knew better.
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A single tear slid down her cheek but she quickly wiped it away, she took whatever dignity she had left and ran straight for her dormitory.
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It had been a week since the incident, and Draco had began to wonder what had happened to Hermione, she hadn't turned up to any of the meals, and she had missed all of the classes they had together. He had kicked himself on the inside for saying what he had said as soon as she had left, and was surprised to see that Harry hadn't gone after her to comfort her. She had become a recluse and even the Silk Society meetings didn't entice her to appear.
It was the week before the Christmas break that he saw her finally, she looked tired, like she hadn't slept in the 3 weeks she had been absent, he was tempted to apologize and realized that it would do no good, and kept his distance. He resided to watching her from afar.
It was the second last day of school before the Christmas break when Draco was surprised to see a Silk Society calling card attached to his owl's foot. If his calculations were correct, tonight would be the night that Hermione would be the master of the evening. This would be interesting; it would be the first time since the beginning of the congregation that the Master of the evening would not show up. Or would she? Draco was eager to get to the secret chamber that evening, he made his way quickly down the corridors not paying attention the path he had taken so many times before, it was a startling experience when he crossed paths with the crimson haired beauty, lingering in the shadows a few corridors away from the secret chamber.
'Care for some company on the way to the meeting?' Her voice was very familiar and he realized instantly that it was the youngest Weasley.
'I think I'll pass…' Draco cleared his throat and attempted to walk past her, it wouldn't be much longer before the Master of the evening would arrive, and he wanted to know if Hermione would turn up. It irritated him that he was refusing the girl, the last time he had engaged her in a meeting, and she performed quite well. Her body was quite accommodating, and come to think about it, she was very eager. He paused, there was the chance that Hermione wouldn't turn up… and he did have some pent up frustrations to release…
Ginny had had her eye on Draco the moment she had joined in on her first meeting, she liked the way he moved and since that night she had been craving for more. She pulled at the knot of her robe and revealed her pale flesh; the night air sent a shiver up her spine and made her nipples harden on contact. Her hair was out and her mask covered her eyes, Draco looked her body up and down, feeling the heat rise within him. She reached out her hand, and Draco lifted his own to meet it, she tugged on it gently and urged him forward. Draco watched her carefully and thought to himself, what harm could it do? She let him caress her breasts and looking up into his eyes lowered his fingertips to the moisture building in between her thighs…
He followed her around the corner and up a staircase, he recognized the path, she was taking him to the room of requirement… they paced in front of the blank wall and a small door appeared. They entered the room and Draco was pleased to see a bed similar to the one in the Silk Society chamber, the door shut behind them and Draco took a seat casually on the bed in the centre of the room. Candles popped up here and there around the room, making it glow. He followed her with his eyes as she flicked her wand at herself, and a faint orange glow settled itself into the skin of her stomach. She placed her wand on the ground and pulled her robe off to land at her feet. This was a world of magic and Draco had no worries about any accidents occurring while he was a part of the Silk Society, every member was protected, and nothing could come out of their actions except pleasure. So he too pulled off his robe and tossed it to the end of the bed. Their masked faces met as Ginny lowered her mouth down onto Draco's already waiting erection.
The night was a blur, Draco took her with such a force that they had to replace the bed which collapsed under the stress. She enjoyed her soft lips and the tight warmth that was her womanhood, he shut his eyes and panted in time with her, their bodies intertwined as the candles slowly grew shorter. His sweat drenched body now lying sideways behind her as he entered her from behind, he lifted one of her legs and draped it over his own as he thrust deep inside her, his lips found her neck as she craned her neck backwards to meet him. He rubbed her swollen bud with the juices dripping down her thighs, his fingers tracing figure eights as she cooed in delight. With his other hand he cupped her breast and squeezed it tightly, forcing her to climax around his pulsating erection. He felt himself strain against the waves of her orgasm and followed shortly after, he could tell he had released quite a load inside her, but didn't care. She convulsed against him, bucking her hips as she came down from her high…
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Draco sat upright when she had finally relaxed; he reached forward for his robe and threw it on quickly. He lifted himself off the bed and began to walk towards the door when Ginny spoke.
'I'll see you later then?' she sounded unperturbed but Draco could sense something different about her. He ignored it and made his way out the door.
'Yeah…' he replied, and left the room.
Ginny looked after him, she pulled off her mask, a sly smile creeping itself across her face…