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"Oh, look at the time... I should go to bed; we have a big revenge to play out tomorrow... and I have to get up early to make that potion," she said, sliding back down the bed. Draco looked almost horrified. He didn't want to play anymore.
"Hermione," he said and she smirked smugly as she stood.
"Yes?" Something about that look on her face made Draco change his mind slightly about the surrender. He still wanted her to stay... but he certainly didn't want to beg.
"No reason to be leaving, if sleep is what you want. Plenty of room here," he said, glancing to the open space beside him, occupied only by the photo album, which he promptly pushed onto the floor. Hermione smiled.
"Gee, I don't know. Remember what happened the last time?" Draco's smile dropped. He sure as hell wouldn't do that again... ever. While he was busy envisioning himself with some random woman twenty years from now, attempting to explain why he refused to feel her up before ten a.m., Hermione made her way toward the door. "'Night Drakey." Draco looked up.
"Wait, Her-" but she'd already left. He scowled. Screw the game; he wanted the girl.
*NOTE! NOTE! SUPER IMPORTANT NOTE!*
Warning: this chapter is truthfully rated R. This is as close to smut as I've ever written. It's not that bad, I don't think... but it may not be suitable for younger readers. If you do not wish to read smut, please continue. If you do, skip down to 'CHAPTER FOURTEEN'
The clean version:
Hermione left Draco's room and strolled over to her own without looking back. She had a nice night with pleasant dreams and awoke early to complete the potion needed to use on the two Gryffindor who were seated in front of them in Potions class.
The dirty version:
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Feathers Anyone?
Hermione stepped out of Draco's room, a wide smile on her face. She couldn't help herself; playing with him was so much fun. Draco was used to girls throwing themselves at his feet... but now that he's come across one that he wants, at least a little, she plays hard to get. And he found it intriguing... she could tell. That's why he played back. With a deep and slightly blissful sigh, Hermione thought back on what she'd just done.
She'd played; hard. That was part of what made her leave... but there was something more. First of all, she didn't want him, or anyone, to be able to win her over that easily. Second, and maybe more importantly, there was this whole matter of Snape. She was beginning to think that they'd added a little too much... something to that potion. She was still incredibly attracted to Snape. Hermione shuddered. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him... and it didn't help that when Draco was an inch from kissing her, she envisioned her potions master in the same position, but wearing tight leather.
It really had nothing to do with Draco. She just hated Snape. It was the strangest contradiction of feelings Hermione had ever felt. It was like her mind was utterly disgusted, but her body swooned. Very wrong... very, very, wrong. Best not to tell Draco of this. Let him think her uninterested... it'll test how much he really did want her. She looked up at the clock.
"Damn... too late for another shower..."
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Draco was standing just in front of his door to the mini-common room, silently debating with himself. He'd been standing there for almost five minutes, contemplating what to do. It was starting to irk him that he hadn't the courage to just do it. Draco took a breath.
"Okay..." he whispered to himself. "I go out there. If she's there, I say something smooth and get her to come back... if she's not... then she might not be as interested as I thought, and I should respect that...or something." He sighed. "Just do it Malfoy before she goes after Snape...okay." Draco opened the door and looked around the room. Damn. She wasn't there. He frowned and dropped his shoulders, then turned to return to bed, however disappointed. He'd missed his shot.
"Took you long enough."
Or had he? Draco spun toward the direction of the sound, and found himself staring at the dying kindle wood in the fireplace. Hermione waited a moment, then poked her head around the side of her chair, which had it's back toward Draco, hiding her from his view. She was smirking, but it was obvious she needed to struggle to keep it that way. From the moment she heard the door creek open, all she wanted to do was smile. Well, smile and give Draco a good run for his money... but smiling was involved.
Draco stood shocked for a moment, then shook his head and faced reality. A very pretty reality... with gorgeous hair, accented with a golden halo from the backlighting of the fire.
"Waiting for something?" he asked with a smirk, leaning against the doorframe. Hermione shook her shoulders and stood up, moving to the back of the chair and leaning against it.
"You could say that. Looking for something?" Draco had to pull his jaw up before he could even understand her words. She wasn't wearing men's clothing anymore... no, that was a certainty. In fact, she was wearing a tight black tank-top, cut off much above her navel, and the shortest black silk shorts he could honestly say he'd ever seen, with the exception of those weird models in Pansy's catalogues... those can't even be considered shorts anymore. But that was it... no sweatshirt, no knee socks... just a skimpy black dress-code violation on drool powered water skis. Well, and maybe those red panties he'd seen earlier.
"You could say that." Hermione smiled. She noticed him gawking... it'd been her intention. Part of her little plan. She really was too good at this plan-making thing. Without warning, Hermione pushed herself slightly off her chair and moved toward him, pausing briefly when she got close, then continued toward her room. No, Draco thought. No way in hell! Wait... calm down... don't get angry... that's what she wants...oh, I'll give her whatever the fuck she wants if she'll just... no. Don't think that way. She's playing with you; show her you're not her string puppet.
So, taking his own advice, as she sauntered past, Draco reached a hand and squeezed her arse. Hermione jumped. She hadn't been expecting... THAT. He smiled.
"Problem?" Hermione moved a hand to rub gently at her bum, an unsure look on her face. Draco was smiling. Not smirking, but smiling. He wasn't trying to win... he was just trying to have fun. Hermione smiled too. Maybe that was a better idea.
"No, no problem," she said and took a step toward him. A little surprised at her sudden surrender, but not at all unhappy, Draco gladly accepted her, moving hands to her thin waist and pulling her toward him a little quicker. She peeped as he caused her to take a fairly large step, then smiled and waited for him to make a move. That he did. Draco bent down and brushed his lips against hers, almost nervously, as if he were afraid she'd pull away again. Hermione let him lightly kiss her, not doing anything to move it along. When he pulled back, Draco looked unsure, but Hermione was smiling widely. She stood on her toes and brought a hand to the back of his neck, introducing a much more intimate kiss.
Although a tiny bit taken off guard, Draco, of course, was into it immediately, and had enough time to get over the shock of her boldness before they even thought about breaking a part. Still mid-way into the kiss, Draco took a small step backward, into the doorway of his room, and Hermione followed. Then he took another, and so did she. Sure he'd won her over, Draco took another step back, but Hermione didn't. She stayed still, toes against the threshold, struggling to hold her balance as she leaned in to keep their lips together. It seemed as if she were scared to break the boundary of his doorway. Seeing this, Draco leaned forward, taking some of the strain away. In return, Hermione heightened the kiss slightly.
When they finally did pull away, it was only to avoid passing out. Once they'd regained their breath, Draco smiled.
"Coming?" Hermione fell back on to flat feet. She took one last breath, then looked thoughtful, putting a finger to her chin.
"I'm still not sure..."
"Please?" he asked, sticking out his bottom lip. Hermione laughed.
"Are you... begging me?" Draco dropped his act. Was he...? Wait, who cares? It's not like she's going to tell anyone... and if she did, who would believe her? 'Draco BEGGED me to sleep with him last night..." Yeah, right. He smirked.
"Of course not. I do not beg; I prefer to think of it as soliciting. Now, are you coming?" He stuck out his lip again. At the sight, Hermione found herself wanting to agree even more than she had before. She'd been planning to eventually agree the entire time... but this just made her want to push him back and jump on top of him. She shivered at the thought... but not unpleasantly. "Come on, you know you want to."
"Well..." His lip went out farther. She smiled. "Okay..." Draco looked ecstatic. "But on one condition," she said and walked past him, crawling into his bed like she owned it. Draco looked confusedly after her, then smiled, remembering the last time they'd had a deal in which conditions were involved. He closed the door and hurried over to the bed, rolling over Hermione with out so much as brushing her, then propping his head up on his hand. "But it's not what you're thinking... quite the opposite, actually."
He thought about this for a moment. He'd been thinking of kissing... the opposite of kissing was.... wait, not kissing? No... no, she wouldn't do that... not after...
"You have to promise not to touch me until I say you can," she said and Draco's jaw dropped.
"What!? But Hermione!"
"Promise or I'm going right back down the hall," she said, teasingly swinging her legs back off the bed as if she were preparing to get up. Draco took her wrist to keep her there. He hadn't gotten too far to have her just up and leave. He could either let her stay and not touch her, or let her leave and not touch her. Understandably, he opted for the prior choice.
"Okay, I promise."
"Op, bop, bop, bop," she scolded, pointing toward her hand. Draco quickly released her and she smiled. "Good boy," Hermione said, smiling as he rolled his eyes and flopped backward. In one swift motion, she leaned forward and pulled him into one more kiss... one more very nice kiss. Without even thinking, Draco moved a hand to her hip, which was quickly swatted away. Sighing, he kept them at his sides while doing his best to kiss back to his fullest. It was hard when he had absolutely no control... definitely not something he'd experienced often. When Hermione had gotten her fill, she pulled away. "Night, Drakey," she repeated, then moved down and curled up, not touching the Slytherin beside her in any way, and closed her eyes. With a sigh, Draco did the same and blew out the candle.
It didn't help. He could still see her perfectly. Damn the moonlight. Why hadn't he closed the curtains like he'd told her he would? Oh, damn... the curtains. Should he get up and do it now? He didn't want the sun to wake her up again... but she looked so beautiful bathed in the blue moonlight... nah... they'd be up before dawn anyway.
The thick blanket was pushed down to her waist; the air in his room was quite warm; he'd had the window open until just before she'd gotten out of the shower, and his room was now filled with the warm summery air that should have been gone over a month ago, but was still lingering. Due to this fact, not only was Draco able to make out her entire form, but he could see every last detail... right down to her emerald studded navel ring. Did she even realize how... Slytherin all her navel accessories were? Black... a scorpion... and now emeralds? If she wore the crest in there tomorrow, he'd mention it.
It was only when he was absolutely sure she was asleep that Draco allowed himself to fully survey her. He slowly inched the covers down her body with his feet, practically drooling as her long luscious legs were sprinkled with an aqua afterglow. He'd never wanted to touch a woman so badly in his life... but he'd promised. That's why he wanted to so badly; because he couldn't. Draco sighed quietly. Hermione didn't make a sound, nor stir in the slightest. He couldn't help himself. Swallowing, Draco reached a shaky hand over her exposed thigh, running it close enough to her skin that he could feel the tiny hairs, perked up from the cooler air. Then, she stirred.
"Dra-h...." she mumbled, turning onto her back. Draco felt his heart skip a beat. For a moment, he'd thought she was about to moan his name... but she stopped mid word and hushed back into a silent sleep. With a slight frown, Draco looked about his position. If he'd had permission, he could shower her with pleasant affection without her needing to move an inch... but alas, her words bit into him again, and his frown increased. He took a deep breath and let the air out in one puff.
Unintentionally, Draco's exhale danced across the naked skin around her navel, and Hermione squirmed slightly, smiling.
"Mmm..." she moaned, but it was quite obvious she was no where near conscious. It was like music to his ears. Moaning had never really been a big deal with Draco. Most of the women he'd done moaned quite a bit... they seemed to think it'd encourage him. Ha, as if what they'd thought mattered. But this was different... what Hermione thought mattered. What she deemed rules were followed... even if they were bent a bit. A smirk crawled across Draco's lips.
He blew another stream of air across her stomach and Hermione moaned again, bringing a hand to fiddle with her navel as she turned her head, still smiling. Oh, and you better bet Draco was grinning like mad. Her tiny subconscious attempt to get him to stop hadn't hindered anything. He'd promised he wouldn't touch her... and that he wouldn't.
Again, he blew air over her skin, causing the hem of her shirt to flutter up slightly. She made a small noise of pleasure, but it was obvious that the trick was losing its appeal. Draco shrugged. No problem.
He shifted slightly and carefully, now gently blowing up her neck. This generated the response he was looking for. Hermione gasped and smiled, turning her head away and giving him more skin. Honoring her request, Draco did it again. Not wanting to wait for her to again become uninterested, he slowly drew his breath down the strap of her tank-top and around the neckline until it filled the crease between her breasts, which could just barely be seen. She most definitely enjoyed this. Draco closed his eyes as he listened to her quiet moan, taking it in for all its worth. When she hummed herself deeper into sleep, he frowned. He needed something more... his breath was restricting. He turned slowly and looked around...what could he use to pleasure her, without waking her in the process.
Then, his lips curled into a smirk again. It was like fate. There, less than a foot away, on the night table. His wand... and a quill atop a notebook. His original thought, which would have been gorges of fun to watch, was thrown out immediately. Not only would using his wand that way be a total violation of her privacy, it would most certainly wake her. He didn't want that. He was already dancing with fire. Draco opted for the feather.
Once in position again, he dragged the quill across the hemline of her t- shirt and she shivered.
"Mmm..." He smiled. This was almost as good as really touching her.... almost. There was that whole him not getting any reciprocation thing that he certainly didn't appreciate... but at the moment was too preoccupied to care too much about.
Draco traced patterns over her midriff and Hermione squirmed.
"Oh, Dra-h... mmm..." she breathed, and Draco felt his heart do that trick again. Was he delusional? Maybe Drah was some guy he'd never met before and he was misinterpreting her moans... what did she say her boyfriend's name was? Froth? And then Lance? She definitely wasn't calling them...oh well. Might as well pretend he was getting credit for all he was doing, even if that may not be true.
He started in on her neck again, thankful for the very low cut of her shirt. He traced around the neckline, briefly letting the little hairs of the feather tickle her crease, as he had his breath, and she continued to make tiny appreciative noises. Draco then moved the feather up her neck and along her jaw-line, then over her lips, which she puckered appreciatively, before moving down the other side and move back over the hallow of her throat. Hermione squirmed and shifted her legs. Draco smirked. It WAS working.
When Draco ran the feather in tiny circles over her neck, he noticed that her breathing had become a little faster... but she was undoubtedly still asleep. She bit her lip gently, then let it pop back out again. Wow, Draco thought. He'd have to remind her to do that again... later, of course. For now he could settle for her near constant lip licking.
He let the quill glide over her shoulder and down her arm, making sure to tickle inside her elbow and at the vein in her wrist. More moans and slight shifting. Unable to give the other side the same attention, Draco directed the cilia to move gently over her eyelids, then down the bridge of her nose and across her cheeks, one at a time, before again brushing over her lips.
Then, he decided to move back down a little... but not before grabbing his wand. Using the stiffer of his two instruments, Draco gently pulled her shirt up a tad more than it had been. He smiled as the tiny hairs stood at attention. How could even the smallest of normal occurrences in this girl be so erotic and mouth watering?
Again, he traced her stomach with the feather, but this time he let it move up over the newly exposed skin, enjoying the look of his prefect friend as she arched her back for him.
"Oh, Gah...mmm, yes..." she said quiet and distractedly, and Draco wanted badly to kiss her. He didn't, of course. That would be against the rules.
Once he was satisfied with this step, Draco traced the band of her shorts and contemplated what to do next. He was still thinking when her moans died slightly, and he made quick to slide the feather to run over the hem at the bottom of her shorts, across her calf. Hermione seemed not to be expecting this, and gasped quite loudly. Draco paused for a moment before continuing. He'd been afraid she woken for a moment. Sighing as she settled down again, he continued his tickling... this time more gently.
He wanted to free her of the incredibly short shorts... but he wasn't sure if that was... well, right. Part of him argued that he hadn't been given permission to see that much of her yet, but another part pointed that he'd already seen her panties... that was close enough, right?
In the end, the realization that he could bring her real pleasure by simply removing that one garment decided for him. He wouldn't go anywhere near removing her underwear... that was just too far... even for him. He'd have to wait for that.
So, with a flick of his wand, the shorts disappeared and Draco smiled. Black panties. They weren't black before. Hermione didn't even notice her change in attire, and Draco brought it out slowly, by breathing along her panty-line. He was close enough to smell how prepared she was for him, and he inwardly sighed, disappointed that he couldn't help her that much. That she'd have to be awake for.
Once again taking his trusty feather, Draco traced where her leg met her hip, moving down the 'v' shaped crevice. This Hermione enjoyed thoroughly. She moaned louder than ever before... or at least up until then. Draco paused and moved quickly to her side, lips close to her ear.
"Shh..." he whispered gently, afraid she might wake herself, and Hermione complied, biting her lip again and quivering slightly. Draco stayed with her, but continued his feather tip voyage. She continued to moan, and each time, he would calm her. When he ran the feather up the crevice on the other side of her black panties, Hermione gritted her teeth as she moaned. She was getting close. Can't stop now. He did it again and she bent her knees, spreading her legs. Oh, how he wished he could have an eye-level view of that scene... but he had to stay with her, keep her calm.
Draco had briefly thought about being caught... by someone other than Hermione. But then, she'd have to scream pretty loud, as there was hardly anyone on this side of the castle... no one for at least three floors down.... that is, except for Mandy and Morag. That thought almost caused him to grab his wand again and cast a silencing charm, but the thought of their faces if they heard changed his mind. He contemplated actually making her sound louder, but decided that it wasn't worth waking up anyone else for... just in case.
He traced the insides of her thighs, drawing little patterns up to the knees, and she enjoyed it deeply.
"Please...Drr...mmm." Once again, Draco's heart jumped the tiniest bit. He seemed to be getting used to the fact that she wouldn't be calling his name, and it almost didn't startle him anymore when she called Drah's. If there was such a person. It was probably just indistinguishable moans.
Looking down, Draco noticed that the material of her panties was quite thin. He wondered...
Hermione almost screamed as she felt the feather brush over the one spot that needed the most attention, and Draco smiled widely as he tried to calm her. When he did it again, she bucked her hips slightly, trying to increase pressure. Something told him she hadn't been lying when she'd said she wasn't a virgin. If she was this good in her sleep... wow.
Another tickle and she bucked again, opening her mouth in a strained and silent scream. She was breathing very raggedly now, her chest heaving... and Draco assumed she was getting closer and closer to waking. He didn't want to deprive her now that he'd come so far, but he also didn't want to risk getting in trouble. One more, he decided. If she doesn't come, it'll have to wait.
But that changed quickly. As the 'last' swipe played out, Draco added a little extra pressure as a consolation prize.
"Draco!" she called, quite clearly, and the heart trick practically killed him. His ears perked up and he looked to her face. Had she really said that? As if to assure him, she continued. "Oh, Draco..." a little quieter, and he realized he'd stopped. She'd given him a gift, it wouldn't be fair not to give one back. He moved the feather across her again, adding pressure. It wouldn't break; he'd made sure to charm all his quills unbreakable long before term even started. Hermione seemed to enjoy this, and moaned again.... not his name, but an appreciative moan nonetheless. He kept going, vowing not to stop until he'd satisfied her. It was his one and only priority... well, that and keeping her asleep. The strokes became harder, and in quicker succession. Despite his attempts to shush her, Hermione's moans and screams grew louder and louder, until...
"Oh, oh, oh..." Draco concentrated hard; she was so close... couldn't stop now... then, it happened. All her noises stopped, and Draco looked up to her face. Her head was thrown back against the pillow, features contorted in severe pleasure. He smiled. She looked oh so good like that. The only noise she made was a very weak "Ah...." barely audible, but still most definitely there. Draco road it out with her, moving the feather as if nothing had happened, until she released the strained breath and collapsed back on the bed, breathing hard. Her legs slowly melted back into a straightened position. Draco removed the feather and watched as her breath slowed, leaning in to feel it against his lips. "Draco..." she whispered, then fell back into a deeper unconsciousness. Draco smiled and broke the rules. He placed the tiniest kiss on her lips.
"You're beautiful, Mione," he whispered, then pulled away. Picking up his wand again, Draco prepared to give her back those tantalizingly short shorts. But then, a spontaneous idea popped into his head. Draco inked his quill, using his wand for the lack of inkpot, and slid down the bed. He was pretty sure she wouldn't wake up. Hermione must be a damn heavy sleeper.
Breathing shallowly, he slowly and meticulously drew a large and dark DM, then an arrow pointing toward the place he vowed someday to see. Hermione, although still smiling, didn't seem to notice. With a smirk, Draco blew on his decal, drying the ink. Hermione shifted slightly, but didn't make a sound. He smiled and crawled back up to the top of the bed, quickly replacing her shorts and pulling up the covers.
Then, he lay back, preparing himself for sleep. It was only then that he noticed a more than slight harness in his boxers. He ignored it; it would pass. He'd save that for later as well.
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Thanks to Draco's reminder, Hermione was able to manipulate her sleeping draft. When Draco hadn't come out to the common room the night before, she'd been afraid she might not be sleeping with him after all, and had taken enough potion to wake her promptly at five thirty. That would give her plenty of time to do everything she needed to do... not to mention get Draco to wake up.
When five thirty rolled in, Hermione decided she'd have to double-check her recipe. A speeding train came right toward her, the light giving her a headache as she awaited her doom. It came closer and closer until, BOOM, she woke up.
Hermione gasped slightly and fluttered her eyes open. It was still a tiny bit dark in the room, but there was enough light to see. She took a deep breath. It took a moment, but she recognized the room as Draco's... and memories of last night flooded back. That... had been the very best dream she'd ever had... no doubt about it.
"Good morning; sleep well?" asked a voice from beside her and Hermione gasped again, snapping her head to the side to see Draco, sitting up slightly, twirling a feather quill under his nose. She sighed and closed her eyes, shifting as she remembered.
"Oh, yeah... I had the most wonderful dream..." Draco smirked.
"I heard," he said, as if he'd been told by one of the gossipy Gryffindor and Hermione looked surprised, blushing slightly.
"Really?" she laughed. "Sorry..." Draco smiled down at her and went back to twirling his quill.
"No problem." She smiled for a moment, then her eyes looked to the quill and she made a small connection. Her smile dropped quickly. Draco knew she'd figured it out... it was now or never. Just act calm.
"What's with the feather?" Hermione asked, attempting to sound calm. Draco didn't say anything, but shrugged, keeping his smirk. Hermione sat bolt upright. "You didn't..." He shrugged again. "But you promised!"
"I promised I wouldn't touch you, and I didn't," he said nonchalantly and Hermione's mouth dropped.
"You mean you did all... that," she took a breath, remembering. "Without touching me?" Draco nodded.
"Wizard's word," he said, holding up three fingers in the shape of a 'W'. Hermione shivered.
"I think I just fell in love with you." Draco laughed. The tone she'd used suggested she didn't mean it seriously, but that was just fine with him. "But really, you swear?" she asked, moving over him so that she was very close to his face. Draco didn't move an inch.
"Yes I swear; I didn't lay a finger on you... nor anything else for that matter."
"Congratulations, you have officially earned my trust. Please... don't waste it." Before he could even analyze the look in her eyes, Hermione pushed herself forward and kissed him. Draco kissed back hard... he'd been wanting to do this all night... but he kept his hands to his side. Hermione seemed to remember his promise and broke away long enough to mumble, "You can touch me, you can touch me." Draco didn't need to be told a third time. He practically ravished her; letting his hands go wild under her thin shirt. Again his ears were blessed with those irresistible moans. Unfortunately, this seemed to embarrass Hermione, and she cut herself off more than a few times. Draco didn't like this one bit.
"Don't do that," he mumbled and Hermione seemed to think he meant not to make noise, so she tried her best to be quiet. Draco smiled and placed a hand on the back of her head, pulling her deeper into the kiss. Hermione couldn't help but to make that heavenly sound again, then whimper slightly as she realized what she'd done. "Again," Draco encouraged and she pulled back slightly.
"What?" she asked in a breathy whisper and he smiled.
"Again... make that noise again," he said, then brought her lips back to hers. Hermione let herself go; she didn't keep any more moans in. If Draco wanted noises, she'd give him noises. It was quite a while before she pulled away again.
"Draco," she whispered. "As much as I'd like to..." Hermione smiled and let her fingers fiddle with the fine blonde hair between his navel and the top of his pants. "Pay you back for last night... we've got work to do." Draco said nothing. He was still taking in the whole snogging him for NOT touching her concept, and really didn't have a reply. She kissed him again, smiling at his obvious cluelessness. "Don't go back to sleep," she whispered, then rolled out of bed and stepped through the door to the bathroom, never looking back. Draco watched her go, missing the warmth of her body heat. Then, he smiled.
"Check mate."
A/N: Clean readers: What's that? The title doesn't make sense? Oh... she was sleeping on a feather bed. I swear
Dirty readers: Haha, hope you enjoyed that. I was actually planning on making breakfast in this chapter, but then I got going on the whole 'feather' scenario... and I got carried away. It turned out rather nice, I think... rather racy... but not to worry. I liked it.
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Shining Star: Yeah, a lot of people liked that line... me being one of them! And black is my favorite color for a cat too.
Cytosine: I like Chevelle, but some of green day's stuff is icky... no offense. Hermione's basically me... if I was pretty and bolder... lol.
KittyKat589: Draco is loved by all, revenge is always sweet, and H+R are always stupid. Lol.
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Pink Panther: Yeah, if I'm in the right mood while I'm reading, stuff like that makes me laugh too... lol. I'm glad you like it! And basically, everyone hates Hermione because they always did, but covered it up so they could let her do their homework, and everyone hates Draco because he's a bastard, who they also always hated, but now there's no Voldie to kill them if they're mean. Lol.
Erilyn Rose: Indeed I did! You're the only person to notice! Lol. I love them guys. And I know... the Snape thing was evil, but what about the little children reading? They need a moral, right? The moral is, when you do something bad, there are consequences. I don't know if wanting to romp you disgusting potions master is the best way to show this, but... lol.
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Tainted Black: Guess who else has a hand fetish? ::cough:: Mandy ::cough:: and no, I don't mean Brocklehurst. Hehe. That seems to be a reoccurring theme, the teachers breaking them up. I had McGonagall do it at the 'welcome back feast'... and if you read FOE, I had Snape do it about a thousand times... Draco got really pissed.
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Tom*Feltons*Babe: Hermione was playing, lol. She wanted to see how long it'd take him to come after her. And they had about a thousand piles of papers that they sorted into the filing cabinets, then cleaned and dusted and stuff. Physical labor.
George: Yeah, that's okay. And Snape's hilarious. Dolt.
Miforever: I DEFINITELY think it's funniest. FOE is all... 'Oh my god he's gonna kill me' 'not if I can help it'::kiss:: 'waa... wa...' 'Sleep, eat, play in the snow' ::Kiss:: 'gasp... the fluff is suffocating me!' 'Me too' ::kiss, kiss, kiss, screw, kiss, kiss, kiss::, MPES is all 'it was a tragic day in Motown' and Twist is just messed up... lol.
Tommygirl: I hope it's okay for a 15 year old, considering a 15 year old wrote it! Lol. And if you thought the last chapter was bad... I hope you read the 'clean version'. And yeah, Snape and any attractions to him are just gross. That woulda been a good idea, but 1) she woulda been pissed and 2) this chapter wouldn't exist.
Last time on LGG:
"Oh, look at the time... I should go to bed; we have a big revenge to play out tomorrow... and I have to get up early to make that potion," she said, sliding back down the bed. Draco looked almost horrified. He didn't want to play anymore.
"Hermione," he said and she smirked smugly as she stood.
"Yes?" Something about that look on her face made Draco change his mind slightly about the surrender. He still wanted her to stay... but he certainly didn't want to beg.
"No reason to be leaving, if sleep is what you want. Plenty of room here," he said, glancing to the open space beside him, occupied only by the photo album, which he promptly pushed onto the floor. Hermione smiled.
"Gee, I don't know. Remember what happened the last time?" Draco's smile dropped. He sure as hell wouldn't do that again... ever. While he was busy envisioning himself with some random woman twenty years from now, attempting to explain why he refused to feel her up before ten a.m., Hermione made her way toward the door. "'Night Drakey." Draco looked up.
"Wait, Her-" but she'd already left. He scowled. Screw the game; he wanted the girl.
*NOTE! NOTE! SUPER IMPORTANT NOTE!*
Warning: this chapter is truthfully rated R. This is as close to smut as I've ever written. It's not that bad, I don't think... but it may not be suitable for younger readers. If you do not wish to read smut, please continue. If you do, skip down to 'CHAPTER FOURTEEN'
The clean version:
Hermione left Draco's room and strolled over to her own without looking back. She had a nice night with pleasant dreams and awoke early to complete the potion needed to use on the two Gryffindor who were seated in front of them in Potions class.
The dirty version:
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Feathers Anyone?
Hermione stepped out of Draco's room, a wide smile on her face. She couldn't help herself; playing with him was so much fun. Draco was used to girls throwing themselves at his feet... but now that he's come across one that he wants, at least a little, she plays hard to get. And he found it intriguing... she could tell. That's why he played back. With a deep and slightly blissful sigh, Hermione thought back on what she'd just done.
She'd played; hard. That was part of what made her leave... but there was something more. First of all, she didn't want him, or anyone, to be able to win her over that easily. Second, and maybe more importantly, there was this whole matter of Snape. She was beginning to think that they'd added a little too much... something to that potion. She was still incredibly attracted to Snape. Hermione shuddered. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him... and it didn't help that when Draco was an inch from kissing her, she envisioned her potions master in the same position, but wearing tight leather.
It really had nothing to do with Draco. She just hated Snape. It was the strangest contradiction of feelings Hermione had ever felt. It was like her mind was utterly disgusted, but her body swooned. Very wrong... very, very, wrong. Best not to tell Draco of this. Let him think her uninterested... it'll test how much he really did want her. She looked up at the clock.
"Damn... too late for another shower..."
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Draco was standing just in front of his door to the mini-common room, silently debating with himself. He'd been standing there for almost five minutes, contemplating what to do. It was starting to irk him that he hadn't the courage to just do it. Draco took a breath.
"Okay..." he whispered to himself. "I go out there. If she's there, I say something smooth and get her to come back... if she's not... then she might not be as interested as I thought, and I should respect that...or something." He sighed. "Just do it Malfoy before she goes after Snape...okay." Draco opened the door and looked around the room. Damn. She wasn't there. He frowned and dropped his shoulders, then turned to return to bed, however disappointed. He'd missed his shot.
"Took you long enough."
Or had he? Draco spun toward the direction of the sound, and found himself staring at the dying kindle wood in the fireplace. Hermione waited a moment, then poked her head around the side of her chair, which had it's back toward Draco, hiding her from his view. She was smirking, but it was obvious she needed to struggle to keep it that way. From the moment she heard the door creek open, all she wanted to do was smile. Well, smile and give Draco a good run for his money... but smiling was involved.
Draco stood shocked for a moment, then shook his head and faced reality. A very pretty reality... with gorgeous hair, accented with a golden halo from the backlighting of the fire.
"Waiting for something?" he asked with a smirk, leaning against the doorframe. Hermione shook her shoulders and stood up, moving to the back of the chair and leaning against it.
"You could say that. Looking for something?" Draco had to pull his jaw up before he could even understand her words. She wasn't wearing men's clothing anymore... no, that was a certainty. In fact, she was wearing a tight black tank-top, cut off much above her navel, and the shortest black silk shorts he could honestly say he'd ever seen, with the exception of those weird models in Pansy's catalogues... those can't even be considered shorts anymore. But that was it... no sweatshirt, no knee socks... just a skimpy black dress-code violation on drool powered water skis. Well, and maybe those red panties he'd seen earlier.
"You could say that." Hermione smiled. She noticed him gawking... it'd been her intention. Part of her little plan. She really was too good at this plan-making thing. Without warning, Hermione pushed herself slightly off her chair and moved toward him, pausing briefly when she got close, then continued toward her room. No, Draco thought. No way in hell! Wait... calm down... don't get angry... that's what she wants...oh, I'll give her whatever the fuck she wants if she'll just... no. Don't think that way. She's playing with you; show her you're not her string puppet.
So, taking his own advice, as she sauntered past, Draco reached a hand and squeezed her arse. Hermione jumped. She hadn't been expecting... THAT. He smiled.
"Problem?" Hermione moved a hand to rub gently at her bum, an unsure look on her face. Draco was smiling. Not smirking, but smiling. He wasn't trying to win... he was just trying to have fun. Hermione smiled too. Maybe that was a better idea.
"No, no problem," she said and took a step toward him. A little surprised at her sudden surrender, but not at all unhappy, Draco gladly accepted her, moving hands to her thin waist and pulling her toward him a little quicker. She peeped as he caused her to take a fairly large step, then smiled and waited for him to make a move. That he did. Draco bent down and brushed his lips against hers, almost nervously, as if he were afraid she'd pull away again. Hermione let him lightly kiss her, not doing anything to move it along. When he pulled back, Draco looked unsure, but Hermione was smiling widely. She stood on her toes and brought a hand to the back of his neck, introducing a much more intimate kiss.
Although a tiny bit taken off guard, Draco, of course, was into it immediately, and had enough time to get over the shock of her boldness before they even thought about breaking a part. Still mid-way into the kiss, Draco took a small step backward, into the doorway of his room, and Hermione followed. Then he took another, and so did she. Sure he'd won her over, Draco took another step back, but Hermione didn't. She stayed still, toes against the threshold, struggling to hold her balance as she leaned in to keep their lips together. It seemed as if she were scared to break the boundary of his doorway. Seeing this, Draco leaned forward, taking some of the strain away. In return, Hermione heightened the kiss slightly.
When they finally did pull away, it was only to avoid passing out. Once they'd regained their breath, Draco smiled.
"Coming?" Hermione fell back on to flat feet. She took one last breath, then looked thoughtful, putting a finger to her chin.
"I'm still not sure..."
"Please?" he asked, sticking out his bottom lip. Hermione laughed.
"Are you... begging me?" Draco dropped his act. Was he...? Wait, who cares? It's not like she's going to tell anyone... and if she did, who would believe her? 'Draco BEGGED me to sleep with him last night..." Yeah, right. He smirked.
"Of course not. I do not beg; I prefer to think of it as soliciting. Now, are you coming?" He stuck out his lip again. At the sight, Hermione found herself wanting to agree even more than she had before. She'd been planning to eventually agree the entire time... but this just made her want to push him back and jump on top of him. She shivered at the thought... but not unpleasantly. "Come on, you know you want to."
"Well..." His lip went out farther. She smiled. "Okay..." Draco looked ecstatic. "But on one condition," she said and walked past him, crawling into his bed like she owned it. Draco looked confusedly after her, then smiled, remembering the last time they'd had a deal in which conditions were involved. He closed the door and hurried over to the bed, rolling over Hermione with out so much as brushing her, then propping his head up on his hand. "But it's not what you're thinking... quite the opposite, actually."
He thought about this for a moment. He'd been thinking of kissing... the opposite of kissing was.... wait, not kissing? No... no, she wouldn't do that... not after...
"You have to promise not to touch me until I say you can," she said and Draco's jaw dropped.
"What!? But Hermione!"
"Promise or I'm going right back down the hall," she said, teasingly swinging her legs back off the bed as if she were preparing to get up. Draco took her wrist to keep her there. He hadn't gotten too far to have her just up and leave. He could either let her stay and not touch her, or let her leave and not touch her. Understandably, he opted for the prior choice.
"Okay, I promise."
"Op, bop, bop, bop," she scolded, pointing toward her hand. Draco quickly released her and she smiled. "Good boy," Hermione said, smiling as he rolled his eyes and flopped backward. In one swift motion, she leaned forward and pulled him into one more kiss... one more very nice kiss. Without even thinking, Draco moved a hand to her hip, which was quickly swatted away. Sighing, he kept them at his sides while doing his best to kiss back to his fullest. It was hard when he had absolutely no control... definitely not something he'd experienced often. When Hermione had gotten her fill, she pulled away. "Night, Drakey," she repeated, then moved down and curled up, not touching the Slytherin beside her in any way, and closed her eyes. With a sigh, Draco did the same and blew out the candle.
It didn't help. He could still see her perfectly. Damn the moonlight. Why hadn't he closed the curtains like he'd told her he would? Oh, damn... the curtains. Should he get up and do it now? He didn't want the sun to wake her up again... but she looked so beautiful bathed in the blue moonlight... nah... they'd be up before dawn anyway.
The thick blanket was pushed down to her waist; the air in his room was quite warm; he'd had the window open until just before she'd gotten out of the shower, and his room was now filled with the warm summery air that should have been gone over a month ago, but was still lingering. Due to this fact, not only was Draco able to make out her entire form, but he could see every last detail... right down to her emerald studded navel ring. Did she even realize how... Slytherin all her navel accessories were? Black... a scorpion... and now emeralds? If she wore the crest in there tomorrow, he'd mention it.
It was only when he was absolutely sure she was asleep that Draco allowed himself to fully survey her. He slowly inched the covers down her body with his feet, practically drooling as her long luscious legs were sprinkled with an aqua afterglow. He'd never wanted to touch a woman so badly in his life... but he'd promised. That's why he wanted to so badly; because he couldn't. Draco sighed quietly. Hermione didn't make a sound, nor stir in the slightest. He couldn't help himself. Swallowing, Draco reached a shaky hand over her exposed thigh, running it close enough to her skin that he could feel the tiny hairs, perked up from the cooler air. Then, she stirred.
"Dra-h...." she mumbled, turning onto her back. Draco felt his heart skip a beat. For a moment, he'd thought she was about to moan his name... but she stopped mid word and hushed back into a silent sleep. With a slight frown, Draco looked about his position. If he'd had permission, he could shower her with pleasant affection without her needing to move an inch... but alas, her words bit into him again, and his frown increased. He took a deep breath and let the air out in one puff.
Unintentionally, Draco's exhale danced across the naked skin around her navel, and Hermione squirmed slightly, smiling.
"Mmm..." she moaned, but it was quite obvious she was no where near conscious. It was like music to his ears. Moaning had never really been a big deal with Draco. Most of the women he'd done moaned quite a bit... they seemed to think it'd encourage him. Ha, as if what they'd thought mattered. But this was different... what Hermione thought mattered. What she deemed rules were followed... even if they were bent a bit. A smirk crawled across Draco's lips.
He blew another stream of air across her stomach and Hermione moaned again, bringing a hand to fiddle with her navel as she turned her head, still smiling. Oh, and you better bet Draco was grinning like mad. Her tiny subconscious attempt to get him to stop hadn't hindered anything. He'd promised he wouldn't touch her... and that he wouldn't.
Again, he blew air over her skin, causing the hem of her shirt to flutter up slightly. She made a small noise of pleasure, but it was obvious that the trick was losing its appeal. Draco shrugged. No problem.
He shifted slightly and carefully, now gently blowing up her neck. This generated the response he was looking for. Hermione gasped and smiled, turning her head away and giving him more skin. Honoring her request, Draco did it again. Not wanting to wait for her to again become uninterested, he slowly drew his breath down the strap of her tank-top and around the neckline until it filled the crease between her breasts, which could just barely be seen. She most definitely enjoyed this. Draco closed his eyes as he listened to her quiet moan, taking it in for all its worth. When she hummed herself deeper into sleep, he frowned. He needed something more... his breath was restricting. He turned slowly and looked around...what could he use to pleasure her, without waking her in the process.
Then, his lips curled into a smirk again. It was like fate. There, less than a foot away, on the night table. His wand... and a quill atop a notebook. His original thought, which would have been gorges of fun to watch, was thrown out immediately. Not only would using his wand that way be a total violation of her privacy, it would most certainly wake her. He didn't want that. He was already dancing with fire. Draco opted for the feather.
Once in position again, he dragged the quill across the hemline of her t- shirt and she shivered.
"Mmm..." He smiled. This was almost as good as really touching her.... almost. There was that whole him not getting any reciprocation thing that he certainly didn't appreciate... but at the moment was too preoccupied to care too much about.
Draco traced patterns over her midriff and Hermione squirmed.
"Oh, Dra-h... mmm..." she breathed, and Draco felt his heart do that trick again. Was he delusional? Maybe Drah was some guy he'd never met before and he was misinterpreting her moans... what did she say her boyfriend's name was? Froth? And then Lance? She definitely wasn't calling them...oh well. Might as well pretend he was getting credit for all he was doing, even if that may not be true.
He started in on her neck again, thankful for the very low cut of her shirt. He traced around the neckline, briefly letting the little hairs of the feather tickle her crease, as he had his breath, and she continued to make tiny appreciative noises. Draco then moved the feather up her neck and along her jaw-line, then over her lips, which she puckered appreciatively, before moving down the other side and move back over the hallow of her throat. Hermione squirmed and shifted her legs. Draco smirked. It WAS working.
When Draco ran the feather in tiny circles over her neck, he noticed that her breathing had become a little faster... but she was undoubtedly still asleep. She bit her lip gently, then let it pop back out again. Wow, Draco thought. He'd have to remind her to do that again... later, of course. For now he could settle for her near constant lip licking.
He let the quill glide over her shoulder and down her arm, making sure to tickle inside her elbow and at the vein in her wrist. More moans and slight shifting. Unable to give the other side the same attention, Draco directed the cilia to move gently over her eyelids, then down the bridge of her nose and across her cheeks, one at a time, before again brushing over her lips.
Then, he decided to move back down a little... but not before grabbing his wand. Using the stiffer of his two instruments, Draco gently pulled her shirt up a tad more than it had been. He smiled as the tiny hairs stood at attention. How could even the smallest of normal occurrences in this girl be so erotic and mouth watering?
Again, he traced her stomach with the feather, but this time he let it move up over the newly exposed skin, enjoying the look of his prefect friend as she arched her back for him.
"Oh, Gah...mmm, yes..." she said quiet and distractedly, and Draco wanted badly to kiss her. He didn't, of course. That would be against the rules.
Once he was satisfied with this step, Draco traced the band of her shorts and contemplated what to do next. He was still thinking when her moans died slightly, and he made quick to slide the feather to run over the hem at the bottom of her shorts, across her calf. Hermione seemed not to be expecting this, and gasped quite loudly. Draco paused for a moment before continuing. He'd been afraid she woken for a moment. Sighing as she settled down again, he continued his tickling... this time more gently.
He wanted to free her of the incredibly short shorts... but he wasn't sure if that was... well, right. Part of him argued that he hadn't been given permission to see that much of her yet, but another part pointed that he'd already seen her panties... that was close enough, right?
In the end, the realization that he could bring her real pleasure by simply removing that one garment decided for him. He wouldn't go anywhere near removing her underwear... that was just too far... even for him. He'd have to wait for that.
So, with a flick of his wand, the shorts disappeared and Draco smiled. Black panties. They weren't black before. Hermione didn't even notice her change in attire, and Draco brought it out slowly, by breathing along her panty-line. He was close enough to smell how prepared she was for him, and he inwardly sighed, disappointed that he couldn't help her that much. That she'd have to be awake for.
Once again taking his trusty feather, Draco traced where her leg met her hip, moving down the 'v' shaped crevice. This Hermione enjoyed thoroughly. She moaned louder than ever before... or at least up until then. Draco paused and moved quickly to her side, lips close to her ear.
"Shh..." he whispered gently, afraid she might wake herself, and Hermione complied, biting her lip again and quivering slightly. Draco stayed with her, but continued his feather tip voyage. She continued to moan, and each time, he would calm her. When he ran the feather up the crevice on the other side of her black panties, Hermione gritted her teeth as she moaned. She was getting close. Can't stop now. He did it again and she bent her knees, spreading her legs. Oh, how he wished he could have an eye-level view of that scene... but he had to stay with her, keep her calm.
Draco had briefly thought about being caught... by someone other than Hermione. But then, she'd have to scream pretty loud, as there was hardly anyone on this side of the castle... no one for at least three floors down.... that is, except for Mandy and Morag. That thought almost caused him to grab his wand again and cast a silencing charm, but the thought of their faces if they heard changed his mind. He contemplated actually making her sound louder, but decided that it wasn't worth waking up anyone else for... just in case.
He traced the insides of her thighs, drawing little patterns up to the knees, and she enjoyed it deeply.
"Please...Drr...mmm." Once again, Draco's heart jumped the tiniest bit. He seemed to be getting used to the fact that she wouldn't be calling his name, and it almost didn't startle him anymore when she called Drah's. If there was such a person. It was probably just indistinguishable moans.
Looking down, Draco noticed that the material of her panties was quite thin. He wondered...
Hermione almost screamed as she felt the feather brush over the one spot that needed the most attention, and Draco smiled widely as he tried to calm her. When he did it again, she bucked her hips slightly, trying to increase pressure. Something told him she hadn't been lying when she'd said she wasn't a virgin. If she was this good in her sleep... wow.
Another tickle and she bucked again, opening her mouth in a strained and silent scream. She was breathing very raggedly now, her chest heaving... and Draco assumed she was getting closer and closer to waking. He didn't want to deprive her now that he'd come so far, but he also didn't want to risk getting in trouble. One more, he decided. If she doesn't come, it'll have to wait.
But that changed quickly. As the 'last' swipe played out, Draco added a little extra pressure as a consolation prize.
"Draco!" she called, quite clearly, and the heart trick practically killed him. His ears perked up and he looked to her face. Had she really said that? As if to assure him, she continued. "Oh, Draco..." a little quieter, and he realized he'd stopped. She'd given him a gift, it wouldn't be fair not to give one back. He moved the feather across her again, adding pressure. It wouldn't break; he'd made sure to charm all his quills unbreakable long before term even started. Hermione seemed to enjoy this, and moaned again.... not his name, but an appreciative moan nonetheless. He kept going, vowing not to stop until he'd satisfied her. It was his one and only priority... well, that and keeping her asleep. The strokes became harder, and in quicker succession. Despite his attempts to shush her, Hermione's moans and screams grew louder and louder, until...
"Oh, oh, oh..." Draco concentrated hard; she was so close... couldn't stop now... then, it happened. All her noises stopped, and Draco looked up to her face. Her head was thrown back against the pillow, features contorted in severe pleasure. He smiled. She looked oh so good like that. The only noise she made was a very weak "Ah...." barely audible, but still most definitely there. Draco road it out with her, moving the feather as if nothing had happened, until she released the strained breath and collapsed back on the bed, breathing hard. Her legs slowly melted back into a straightened position. Draco removed the feather and watched as her breath slowed, leaning in to feel it against his lips. "Draco..." she whispered, then fell back into a deeper unconsciousness. Draco smiled and broke the rules. He placed the tiniest kiss on her lips.
"You're beautiful, Mione," he whispered, then pulled away. Picking up his wand again, Draco prepared to give her back those tantalizingly short shorts. But then, a spontaneous idea popped into his head. Draco inked his quill, using his wand for the lack of inkpot, and slid down the bed. He was pretty sure she wouldn't wake up. Hermione must be a damn heavy sleeper.
Breathing shallowly, he slowly and meticulously drew a large and dark DM, then an arrow pointing toward the place he vowed someday to see. Hermione, although still smiling, didn't seem to notice. With a smirk, Draco blew on his decal, drying the ink. Hermione shifted slightly, but didn't make a sound. He smiled and crawled back up to the top of the bed, quickly replacing her shorts and pulling up the covers.
Then, he lay back, preparing himself for sleep. It was only then that he noticed a more than slight harness in his boxers. He ignored it; it would pass. He'd save that for later as well.
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Thanks to Draco's reminder, Hermione was able to manipulate her sleeping draft. When Draco hadn't come out to the common room the night before, she'd been afraid she might not be sleeping with him after all, and had taken enough potion to wake her promptly at five thirty. That would give her plenty of time to do everything she needed to do... not to mention get Draco to wake up.
When five thirty rolled in, Hermione decided she'd have to double-check her recipe. A speeding train came right toward her, the light giving her a headache as she awaited her doom. It came closer and closer until, BOOM, she woke up.
Hermione gasped slightly and fluttered her eyes open. It was still a tiny bit dark in the room, but there was enough light to see. She took a deep breath. It took a moment, but she recognized the room as Draco's... and memories of last night flooded back. That... had been the very best dream she'd ever had... no doubt about it.
"Good morning; sleep well?" asked a voice from beside her and Hermione gasped again, snapping her head to the side to see Draco, sitting up slightly, twirling a feather quill under his nose. She sighed and closed her eyes, shifting as she remembered.
"Oh, yeah... I had the most wonderful dream..." Draco smirked.
"I heard," he said, as if he'd been told by one of the gossipy Gryffindor and Hermione looked surprised, blushing slightly.
"Really?" she laughed. "Sorry..." Draco smiled down at her and went back to twirling his quill.
"No problem." She smiled for a moment, then her eyes looked to the quill and she made a small connection. Her smile dropped quickly. Draco knew she'd figured it out... it was now or never. Just act calm.
"What's with the feather?" Hermione asked, attempting to sound calm. Draco didn't say anything, but shrugged, keeping his smirk. Hermione sat bolt upright. "You didn't..." He shrugged again. "But you promised!"
"I promised I wouldn't touch you, and I didn't," he said nonchalantly and Hermione's mouth dropped.
"You mean you did all... that," she took a breath, remembering. "Without touching me?" Draco nodded.
"Wizard's word," he said, holding up three fingers in the shape of a 'W'. Hermione shivered.
"I think I just fell in love with you." Draco laughed. The tone she'd used suggested she didn't mean it seriously, but that was just fine with him. "But really, you swear?" she asked, moving over him so that she was very close to his face. Draco didn't move an inch.
"Yes I swear; I didn't lay a finger on you... nor anything else for that matter."
"Congratulations, you have officially earned my trust. Please... don't waste it." Before he could even analyze the look in her eyes, Hermione pushed herself forward and kissed him. Draco kissed back hard... he'd been wanting to do this all night... but he kept his hands to his side. Hermione seemed to remember his promise and broke away long enough to mumble, "You can touch me, you can touch me." Draco didn't need to be told a third time. He practically ravished her; letting his hands go wild under her thin shirt. Again his ears were blessed with those irresistible moans. Unfortunately, this seemed to embarrass Hermione, and she cut herself off more than a few times. Draco didn't like this one bit.
"Don't do that," he mumbled and Hermione seemed to think he meant not to make noise, so she tried her best to be quiet. Draco smiled and placed a hand on the back of her head, pulling her deeper into the kiss. Hermione couldn't help but to make that heavenly sound again, then whimper slightly as she realized what she'd done. "Again," Draco encouraged and she pulled back slightly.
"What?" she asked in a breathy whisper and he smiled.
"Again... make that noise again," he said, then brought her lips back to hers. Hermione let herself go; she didn't keep any more moans in. If Draco wanted noises, she'd give him noises. It was quite a while before she pulled away again.
"Draco," she whispered. "As much as I'd like to..." Hermione smiled and let her fingers fiddle with the fine blonde hair between his navel and the top of his pants. "Pay you back for last night... we've got work to do." Draco said nothing. He was still taking in the whole snogging him for NOT touching her concept, and really didn't have a reply. She kissed him again, smiling at his obvious cluelessness. "Don't go back to sleep," she whispered, then rolled out of bed and stepped through the door to the bathroom, never looking back. Draco watched her go, missing the warmth of her body heat. Then, he smiled.
"Check mate."
A/N: Clean readers: What's that? The title doesn't make sense? Oh... she was sleeping on a feather bed. I swear
Dirty readers: Haha, hope you enjoyed that. I was actually planning on making breakfast in this chapter, but then I got going on the whole 'feather' scenario... and I got carried away. It turned out rather nice, I think... rather racy... but not to worry. I liked it.
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Heather: Yep, yep, lol.
Tom*Feltons*Babe: Hermione was playing, lol. She wanted to see how long it'd take him to come after her. And they had about a thousand piles of papers that they sorted into the filing cabinets, then cleaned and dusted and stuff. Physical labor.
George: Yeah, that's okay. And Snape's hilarious. Dolt.
Miforever: I DEFINITELY think it's funniest. FOE is all... 'Oh my god he's gonna kill me' 'not if I can help it'::kiss:: 'waa... wa...' 'Sleep, eat, play in the snow' ::Kiss:: 'gasp... the fluff is suffocating me!' 'Me too' ::kiss, kiss, kiss, screw, kiss, kiss, kiss::, MPES is all 'it was a tragic day in Motown' and Twist is just messed up... lol.
Tommygirl: I hope it's okay for a 15 year old, considering a 15 year old wrote it! Lol. And if you thought the last chapter was bad... I hope you read the 'clean version'. And yeah, Snape and any attractions to him are just gross. That woulda been a good idea, but 1) she woulda been pissed and 2) this chapter wouldn't exist.