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"How did we get back here?"
"I apparated."
"You WHAT?"
"I'm sorry, I panicked..." he said, trying to explain, but Hermione had other plans.
"No... it's brilliant. They'll be so confused... you're a genius," she said and kissed him softly again. "But," she said as she once again pulled away. "If you can apparate, why can't we just use that to get back to the manor? No flying necessary." Draco shook his head slowly, a sad smile on his face.
"No... Mum doesn't want me to. I don't want to make her angrier." Hermione nodded.
"Okay, okay... neither do I. I suppose I have no choice but to fly with you, then."
"Do you not trust me?" he asked, mocking offence, and Hermione smiled.
"No. I don't trust me," she said, then a sly smile crossed her face. "Come with me," she said, standing and dashing toward the entrance to the staircase. With a groan, Draco got up and followed her.
~*~*~*~
CHAPTER THIRTY: Love in the Rinse Cycle
Draco had lifted his foot to place it on the first stair when he realized that Hermione couldn't be on the second floor. He'd gotten up only seconds after her; she couldn't have gotten that far yet.
"I'm in here, Draco," called a voice from the left and Draco turned his head, just as the sound of running water was heard from the room directly in front of him. The door wasn't fully closed, and through the crack he could see movement. Draco couldn't remember exactly what Hermione said this room was, but he was pretty sure it wasn't a bathroom. Nonetheless, he cautiously opened the door.
Hermione was sitting on one of two large white boxes. The one beside her was open at the top, and Draco crept a bit closer as he watched her pour a plastic cup full of a bright blue liquid into the crystal waterfall inside. Then, she placed the cup back on the shelf above and turned to him, a smirk on her face. Draco regarded her with a fairly clueless expression.
"Strip," she demanded, taking him completely off guard.
"What?" he asked, slightly disbelievingly. Hermione's smirk widened and she beckoned him over with a tanned finger. Draco complied, seeing no reason not to, and Hermione smiled as she spread her legs and pulled him between them.
"I'll help you," she said softly, sliding her hands below the bottom of the muddy black t-shirt he wore.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked, but his tone had changed from clueless to amused. Hermione looked up, an expression on her face that suggested it odd he didn't know.
"Well, you don't want to wear muddy clothes all day, do you?" she asked, then smiled and tilted her head forward just enough to touch his lips. Draco grinned into her kiss and brought a hand to hold her face as he gave in. When they broke apart, Hermione slipped the shirt over his head and dropped it directly into the washing machine before coming back for more. Draco, however, looked shocked.
"What did you do?" he asked, peeking into the washing machine, which had now stopped running. Hermione smiled and shook her head, pulling him back to face her, then introduced a new kiss. Draco momentarily forgot about the muggle machine and concentrated on Hermione. He slipped his hands up her shirt, holding her toward him as his lips dominated hers.
"Well?" Hermione whispered when they broke apart this time.
"Well what?" She grinned.
"My clothes are muddy too..." Draco smirked and kissed her lips softly before moving down her neck, expertly avoiding the smears of mud. Hermione tilted her head back and made a soft moan as she took in everything that was happening. In moments, Draco mimicked her move and pulled the shirt over her head. He looked down and smiled.
"You're wearing my ring," he said with amusement, fingering the tiny silver shield in her naval. Hermione smiled.
"Haven't taken it off yet," she informed, and Draco grinned, bringing his eyes up to her face and connecting their lips again before continuing his abandoned trail. As he worked his way down her chest, Hermione kicked off her shoes, letting them hit the floor with a clunk, before she moved her hands to the front of his pants. Draco realized he was losing ground and quickly unsnapped her bra, letting it slide from her arms one at a time, and directly into the soaking clothing composition. Hermione laughed softly and pressed herself against his chest, moving her lips close to his ear. "That wasn't dirty," she said and he smirked.
"Oh, but it was. You, Granger, are a very dirty girl," he said back, lightly nibbling on her earlobe. Hermione closed her eyes and moved her hands back to his unbuttoned, but still zipped pants. Once they dropped to the floor, she leaned back and Draco smiled at his view. To think less than two weeks ago he wasn't allowed to touch her. Draco stepped out of his pants and shoes as he unbuttoned Hermione's jeans, then kissed her stomach lightly as he shimmied her pants off. In minutes, Hermione was completely exposed, sitting naked on the cold metal of the dryer. Draco smiled at her in all her glory, but didn't seem too worried about his own exposure. Deciding that some jobs were simply meant for women, Hermione freed Draco of his boxers using only her innocent fingers. He did step out of them for her, but that was the extent of his help. At the moment, he was too busy showering her with pleasantly strong hickeys.
It was only when their breathing became slightly labored and the dream of penetration seemed sweeter and sweeter did Draco realize a slight problem. Hermione's legs were wrapped tightly around him, and the moist folds of skin he longed to taste were pressed against his... navel. The dryer was about four inches two high for what had originally been planned. Hermione seemed to notice this just after Draco did, and looked around the room for somewhere more comfortable than the cold tile floor. She slumped her shoulders, looking defeated, but Draco's smirk suggested he had a plan of action.
"You know," he whispered seductively in her ear. "You still owe me a shower; you filthy girl." It took a moment for Hermione to understand his words, but not-so-fond memories of Snape's first detention came flooding back. This time, however, they made her smile. She tightened her legs and encircled her arms around his neck. Draco raised an eyebrow. "Am I your pack mule now?" he asked jokingly, but lifted her easily from the washing machine. Hermione laughed and kissed him softly.
"Oh, yes Draco. It is my ultimate fantasy to be in this situation with a pack mule," she said seductively in his ear and Draco laughed quietly as he pressed a few small kisses into her collarbone. He stopped at the staircase, but Hermione shook her head and pointed into the entry room. Again, Draco lifted an eyebrow. She smirked. "You'll see."
~*~*~*~
"Draco..." Hermione moaned as she rested her hips on his one last time and felt Draco's body convulse below her. They were stationed in the king size marble bathtub located in the downstairs bathroom; Draco was leaning against a wall, his eyes closed and head thrown back in passion. Hermione rested over him in water half way to her breasts, even as he lay below her. She buried her head into his shoulder as she road out his release, moving as best she could in a way most pleasurable for her boyfriend. Once the warmth had filled her and his body relaxed, she did the same, but didn't move off him. Both could feel the other throbbing in a pattern controversial to their own, which only heightened the pleasure of each pulse. Draco swallowed, momentarily pausing his rapid breathing.
"I love you," he whispered to her and Hermione cuddled herself closer.
"Mm... that feels almost as good as the sex," she said softly, causing Draco to chuckle. He sighed and lifted a hand from the water to place on her back. Hermione smiled as she felt a few soft kisses be pressed into her damp ebony hair.
"Where did you learn to move like that?" he asked. "It was nothing like this last time." Hermione smiled.
"I was nervous last time," she admitted and could almost feel Draco smirk, although she couldn't see.
"Why?" he asked and she bit the bit of skin closest to her mouth. Draco laughed. "Really."
"Well," she started, shifting slightly to make herself more comfortable. Draco inhaled a bit sharply as some not-so-long-gone feelings made themselves known. "Not only was it our first time together, but we were on a bloody train, and on our way to meet your parents, whom I was sure would hate me... and you have a bit more of a reputation than I do," she explained, and Draco furrowed his brows, moving his hand up and down her back, bringing a thin trail of water across her skin.
"What do you mean?" he asked, and she shifted again, but this time it was to look at him. She smiled almost embarrassedly.
"I thought I wouldn't be good enough," she said. "Like the girls you're used to." Draco said nothing for a moment, but his silence was short lived. He laughed. A deep, hearty laugh, and pulled her lips to his. Draco shook his head.
"Mya, you're the only girl I ever want to be 'used to'," he said. "I don't know who else you could possibly be talking about." Hermione laughed as if his words were the most abominable things she had ever heard. To Draco's more than slight disappointment, she moved from him gently and rested herself on the tub floor beside him.
"Don't be daft, Draco. Word gets around," she said, sliding down in the warm water, until it nearly covered her shoulders.
"From who, Pansy?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, and Hermione turned her eyes up to his. "Do you really want to know who I've slept with? I can name them all on one hand." He asked, and she lifted an eyebrow. To this, Draco shifted, lifting a hand from the water and, true to his word, began naming his fingers. "You. Pansy, once. Celia, once. And the hooker my father bought me on my fifteenth birthday, once. And I only did that because she would have told him if I refused, and then I'd have been in deep shit." Hermione watched him for a moment, then shook her head.
"That's not the point," she said, looking down at the water.
"What is the point?" There was a brief silence before Hermione laughed.
"I don't know." Draco smiled and leaned toward her, pressing their lips together softly. He repeated his action a few times before letting one little peck get a bit more involved. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened it a bit more. Draco grinned when they broke apart.
"I liked you best," he said, once again whispering in her ear. Hermione felt a warm sensation flow through her at his words and she smiled as her body shivered. Draco pulled her a bit closer and wrapped her tightly in his arms. "Are you cold?" Hermione didn't answer; she simply sighed and closed her eyes, resting comfortably on his chest. There was a brief silence before she sighed again and placed a soft kiss on his skin.
"So," she started. "We got Froth and Lance, I've told you my secret, you've been introduced to a grocery store, and now we're all squeaky clean... what else is there to do here?" Draco shrugged and ran his fingers over her hair, which was quite straight when wet.
"If you want to leave, just say the word," he reminded, making Hermione smile. She seemed to think for a moment, but shook her head.
"I think it'd probably be best to leave on schedule; tonight. Less visibility than if we left, oh, say... now," she said and Draco smiled.
"I agree. So, what do we do until then; it's barely noon," he asked and she looked up at him, only to see Draco suggestively wiggle his eyebrows. Hermione laughed and rolled her eyes.
"You just don't quit, do you?" she asked, pulling away and pulling her feet below her before standing. Draco, a bit disappointed, frowned up at her.
"You've said that to me before," he said and she laughed.
"And I'll most likely say it again." Hermione sat on the edge of the tub and swung her legs over the side, then picked a pink bathrobe from the wall hook. She made a slight face as she put it on, but tied it nonetheless and turned back to Draco, who was watching her intently. Hermione smiled and sat down on the tile floor just beside the tub. "What?" she asked, folding an arm over the side of the big bowl of Draco soup and resting her cheek against it. Draco smiled slightly.
"I didn't mean to make you move," he said and Hermione smiled.
"Sorry," she said softly, and gave him a light kiss. "You could move too, you know," Hermione suggested before standing and retrieving another bathrobe, an ironic forest green, which belonged to her father. She folded it on the floor beside the tub, gave Draco one last kiss, and left the room, stopping only to pick up their socks; hers which were muddy, and his which were soaking wet... and muddy. He'd refused to set her down when they entered the bathroom, even as she ran the water, and had gotten in with his socks still on. Remembering made Hermione smile as she made her way back to the laundry room, where the washer was open and clothes were strewn about everywhere. It seemed their shirts and her bra were the only things that made it into the machine in the first place.
Hermione picked up their pants and underwear from the floor and tossed them in, then looked to their socks. White socks. Dark load. No way in hell was she going to do another load of laundry for four socks. Looking both ways as if someone might see, Hermione dropped the socks in and quickly closed the lid. Almost instantly, the spin cycle commenced and the machine bounced as it turned.
"No wonder you wanted to do it here," said a voice from the doorway, and Hermione turned to see Draco, wearing a smirk and a much too large bathrobe. She laughed.
"You sure look hott in my father's clothes," she said, a bit sarcastically, and Draco looked down, then back to her with a brand new smirk.
"Of course; I look hott in anything," he said, pretending not to realize she wasn't serious. Hermione laughed and took a step toward him, wrapping Draco in a light embrace.
"Of course you do, Drakey... just keep telling yourself that," she suggested, then pushed past him and made her way to the kitchen. Draco shook his head and followed her.
"Why do you keep running away from me?" he asked, and Hermione stopped half way to her destination, turning around with one perked eyebrow.
"I'm not running, I am calmly walking from one place to another. It's not my fault you happened to be in the place I was leaving, is it?" she asked, then turned back around just as Draco reached her. He sighed and followed her into the kitchen.
~*~*~*~
"Draco, just taste it," Hermione insisted, laughing, but Draco eyed his plate like it was likely to jump up and bite him.
"What is it, again?"
"Just a hamburger. Don't be a dolt."
"I know hamburgers. This is not a hamburger."
"It is too; see, it says so right here," Hermione said, holding up the empty carton of processed meat patties. Draco shook his head.
"Yes... but that's not what this looks like, is it?"
"Must you always insult my cooking?"
"When it looks like that." Hermione groaned.
"It's not like it's going to kill you; watch," she said, picking the burger off his plate and taking a moderate bite. "See? I'm fine," she insisted, after she'd chewed and promptly swallowed. Draco still looked unsure.
"If you like it so much, why aren't you eating it?" Hermione pouted.
"Because I made it for you," she said, sticking her bottom lip out and blinking innocently. Draco sighed.
"What's this part, then?" he asked, and she smiled.
"Eggs."
"Eggs?" Hermione nodded. "On a hamburger?" She giggled.
"Yep. Scrambled eggs. And cheese. That's all, I promise."
"Well..." Hermione put on her face again. "Fine. But if I throw up later, I'm flying home myself and leaving you here," he said and she grinned.
"Agreed, providing there's no foul play." Draco gave a nod and picked up his egg-burger on toast. Hermione watched him take a tiny bite a delicately chew. She looked expectant. "I was right, wasn't I?" she asked. "Tis good, no?" Draco slumped his shoulders and smiled, swallowing his tiny morsel.
"Yes, yes... 'tis good'." Hermione nodded, satisfied, and started to work on her salad, which also included eggs. Hard-boiled, in this case. She'd thought about trying to add hamburger... but all that grease turned her stomach and she threw the other two out on the lawn for the birds... or mulch, whoever got there first. Draco was happily eating his; both on the same sandwich. She'd offered him hers, but he'd quickly declined, not particularly wanting to even eat his. His tune had changed once he'd tasted it, however.
"So, as for food, we still have half a bag of lettuce, which I'm not worried about. Two eggs, which I'm planning on hiding in various places of the house for my mother to find, soda, bread for the birds, ice cream I'm planning on charming and smuggling back into Hogwarts, and a barely touched jar of peanut butter." Draco looked up from his now half consumed burger.
"Peanut... butter? Ew."
"Ew? Are you kidding me?" Hermione asked, entirely disbelievingly.
"How can a combination of peanuts and butter possibly taste good?" She laughed quietly and shook her head.
"There's no actual butter in it, Drakey. They just call it that because it has the consistency of butter. I put some in that chicken I made last night," she said and he quickly stepped up.
"WE made," he corrected and she smiled.
"Right. In that chicken we made. Remember the sticky brown stuff?" she asked, nodding her head, and Draco looked blank for a moment before he straightened, remembering.
"I thought that was just some weird muggle spice... what else do you make with this... peanut butter?" he asked, sounding quite curious, as he finished off his egg burger and licked the ketchup from his thumb. Hermione smiled, pushing her barely touched, but now egg-less salad away and standing from her chair, tightening the tie of her bathrobe.
"A sandwich," she said, opening the silverware drawer and extracting a butter knife, then collecting supplies. As she opened the jar of peanut butter and sat down, however, she simply jabbed her finger inside and scooped a large glob out, holding it in front of Draco. "Open."
"Hell no," he said, and Hermione sighed.
"Draco! When have I ever fed you something distasteful?" He laughed.
"I was kidding, calm down, love," he said, opening his mouth as she requested. Hermione gently invaded the barrier of his lips with her condiment-covered index and almost seductively wiped the bubble on his tongue, smiling as his lips encircled her fingertip. She pulled it away slowly, watching Draco's lips curl into a grin. Hermione lifted an eyebrow, attempting to gage his reaction. Draco nodded and moved forward to kiss her. "How do you always know what I like?" he asked, moving a hand to her waist as his nose brushed hers. Hermione smiled and shrugged a shoulder.
"It's always what I like," she pointed out, and Draco tilted his head, considering her words.
"I suppose that's a good thing." She smiled and kissed him back, letting herself go until she was interrupted by a loud buzzing from the direction of the staircase.
"Dryer's done," she said, pulling back with a smile. "We can get dressed now." Draco faked a pout.
"Do we have to?"
~*~*~*~
"Do you think it's smart to go outside?" Draco asked with an air of carelessness that made Hermione smile as she held his hand.
"I don't see why not; if we run into... THEM... I doubt they'll come anywhere near us. If they do, we deny ever even seeing them today," she said and Draco gave a nod of understanding.
"You think of everything," he said, his praise entirely sarcastic, and Hermione smirked.
"I try," she said and pulled him toward a side street, smiling at the sunny pavement. "I think we were suspended at the best possible time; it's nice here," Hermione said, turning her face to the sun. Draco smiled at her, glad she was having a little bit of happiness and getting her mind off the ride home; which he knew she dreaded almost as much as returning to school. Neither said anything for a good few minutes and walked in silence to their destination. A place Hermione knew, but Draco did not.
Hermione stopped at the end of the street, which was about all she could do, considering the fifteen-foot brick wall that blocked further progression. She turned around and pecked Draco softly on the lips, then replaced her kiss with a slim finger, signaling to be quiet. He lifted an eyebrow, but nodded his agreement and Hermione turned back around, facing a large brown door. She slowly turned the handle, generating only a small creak, then pushed the door open and tugged Draco to follow her.
She poked her head in and looked about the dark room, eyes searching for any sort of movement.
"Mrs. Grindle?" she called sweetly, but there was no answer. "Mrs. Grindle, my mother wishes to borrow a cup of sugar. Are you home?" There was no response but silence. Hermione smiled and looked over her shoulder. "Alright, come on," she said, pulling Draco into the dirty little room. Draco kept quiet, not sure if his orders were lifted yet, and followed Hermione as she hurried through the apartment. On the other side of the tiny room, directly across from the entrance, was another door. Hermione opened this one quickly and stepped outside, pulling Draco behind her, then closed the slab quickly behind her. She sighed and turned back around to face him.
"Sugar?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow, and Hermione smiled.
"Excuse in case she was home."
"Right... and we just broke into someone's house, because?" Hermione pointed behind him and Draco turned to see a rusty set of swings. He turned back around, eyebrow still high. Hermione laughed and shrugged.
"Private swing set. I don't like the town one," she said and stepped past him, taking a seat on one of the two swings.
"Why? Too safe?" he asked, and she laughed, looking up as he approached her. "How old are you?" Hermione remained silent until he had settled himself comfortably in the swing beside hers.
"Apparently about as old as you." Draco grinned.
"Oh, you know me, always one to follow the crowd. But anyway... why are we here?" Hermione smiled.
"I like it. It's quiet and private... I come here all the time... I'm the only one who knows about it, beside Mrs. Grindle. I did odd jobs for her a few summers ago, and she showed me. Said I could come any time I wanted," Hermione explained and Draco nodded.
"So why the sugar cover-up?" She smiled.
"Mrs. Grindle believes all men come directly from hell. I had to make sure she wasn't home; had she seen you she would have... sicked her cats on you or something." Draco laughed.
"So how do we get out in the event that she comes back?" Hermione pointed to the corner of the small fenced in yard, where a staircase of boxes led directly over the fence. "I see, once again, you've thought of everything." Hermione grinned.
"Of course," she said, and started to pump her legs, making the creaky swing take her higher. Draco simply watched with a smile. Hermione laughed. "Well come on; free your spirit," she suggested, reaching a hand to wiggle one of his chains as she made a pass through. Draco shook his head.
"It doesn't seem wise to free anything that's been caged up for so long; think of the mayhem... the tragedy and disaster." Hermione laughed; a good pure laugh, as she stuck a leg out straight and leaned back, letting her hair loose from her shoulders.
"Think of the mayhem, tragedy, and disaster it's causing in that cage you've locked it in." Draco shook his head at her, watching her ebony hair flutter in the light breeze, combined with her motion.
"But Mya, if I retrieve my spirit from eternal darkness... my soul will be lonely," he said and Hermione grinned, slowing her swing enough to make at least a bit of eye contact.
"Or restless."
A/N: Hm... don't really know what to say about this one... Sex! Yes, there was more sex! Lol... I'm such a freak... anyway...
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Last time on LGG:
"How did we get back here?"
"I apparated."
"You WHAT?"
"I'm sorry, I panicked..." he said, trying to explain, but Hermione had other plans.
"No... it's brilliant. They'll be so confused... you're a genius," she said and kissed him softly again. "But," she said as she once again pulled away. "If you can apparate, why can't we just use that to get back to the manor? No flying necessary." Draco shook his head slowly, a sad smile on his face.
"No... Mum doesn't want me to. I don't want to make her angrier." Hermione nodded.
"Okay, okay... neither do I. I suppose I have no choice but to fly with you, then."
"Do you not trust me?" he asked, mocking offence, and Hermione smiled.
"No. I don't trust me," she said, then a sly smile crossed her face. "Come with me," she said, standing and dashing toward the entrance to the staircase. With a groan, Draco got up and followed her.
~*~*~*~
CHAPTER THIRTY: Love in the Rinse Cycle
Draco had lifted his foot to place it on the first stair when he realized that Hermione couldn't be on the second floor. He'd gotten up only seconds after her; she couldn't have gotten that far yet.
"I'm in here, Draco," called a voice from the left and Draco turned his head, just as the sound of running water was heard from the room directly in front of him. The door wasn't fully closed, and through the crack he could see movement. Draco couldn't remember exactly what Hermione said this room was, but he was pretty sure it wasn't a bathroom. Nonetheless, he cautiously opened the door.
Hermione was sitting on one of two large white boxes. The one beside her was open at the top, and Draco crept a bit closer as he watched her pour a plastic cup full of a bright blue liquid into the crystal waterfall inside. Then, she placed the cup back on the shelf above and turned to him, a smirk on her face. Draco regarded her with a fairly clueless expression.
"Strip," she demanded, taking him completely off guard.
"What?" he asked, slightly disbelievingly. Hermione's smirk widened and she beckoned him over with a tanned finger. Draco complied, seeing no reason not to, and Hermione smiled as she spread her legs and pulled him between them.
"I'll help you," she said softly, sliding her hands below the bottom of the muddy black t-shirt he wore.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked, but his tone had changed from clueless to amused. Hermione looked up, an expression on her face that suggested it odd he didn't know.
"Well, you don't want to wear muddy clothes all day, do you?" she asked, then smiled and tilted her head forward just enough to touch his lips. Draco grinned into her kiss and brought a hand to hold her face as he gave in. When they broke apart, Hermione slipped the shirt over his head and dropped it directly into the washing machine before coming back for more. Draco, however, looked shocked.
"What did you do?" he asked, peeking into the washing machine, which had now stopped running. Hermione smiled and shook her head, pulling him back to face her, then introduced a new kiss. Draco momentarily forgot about the muggle machine and concentrated on Hermione. He slipped his hands up her shirt, holding her toward him as his lips dominated hers.
"Well?" Hermione whispered when they broke apart this time.
"Well what?" She grinned.
"My clothes are muddy too..." Draco smirked and kissed her lips softly before moving down her neck, expertly avoiding the smears of mud. Hermione tilted her head back and made a soft moan as she took in everything that was happening. In moments, Draco mimicked her move and pulled the shirt over her head. He looked down and smiled.
"You're wearing my ring," he said with amusement, fingering the tiny silver shield in her naval. Hermione smiled.
"Haven't taken it off yet," she informed, and Draco grinned, bringing his eyes up to her face and connecting their lips again before continuing his abandoned trail. As he worked his way down her chest, Hermione kicked off her shoes, letting them hit the floor with a clunk, before she moved her hands to the front of his pants. Draco realized he was losing ground and quickly unsnapped her bra, letting it slide from her arms one at a time, and directly into the soaking clothing composition. Hermione laughed softly and pressed herself against his chest, moving her lips close to his ear. "That wasn't dirty," she said and he smirked.
"Oh, but it was. You, Granger, are a very dirty girl," he said back, lightly nibbling on her earlobe. Hermione closed her eyes and moved her hands back to his unbuttoned, but still zipped pants. Once they dropped to the floor, she leaned back and Draco smiled at his view. To think less than two weeks ago he wasn't allowed to touch her. Draco stepped out of his pants and shoes as he unbuttoned Hermione's jeans, then kissed her stomach lightly as he shimmied her pants off. In minutes, Hermione was completely exposed, sitting naked on the cold metal of the dryer. Draco smiled at her in all her glory, but didn't seem too worried about his own exposure. Deciding that some jobs were simply meant for women, Hermione freed Draco of his boxers using only her innocent fingers. He did step out of them for her, but that was the extent of his help. At the moment, he was too busy showering her with pleasantly strong hickeys.
It was only when their breathing became slightly labored and the dream of penetration seemed sweeter and sweeter did Draco realize a slight problem. Hermione's legs were wrapped tightly around him, and the moist folds of skin he longed to taste were pressed against his... navel. The dryer was about four inches two high for what had originally been planned. Hermione seemed to notice this just after Draco did, and looked around the room for somewhere more comfortable than the cold tile floor. She slumped her shoulders, looking defeated, but Draco's smirk suggested he had a plan of action.
"You know," he whispered seductively in her ear. "You still owe me a shower; you filthy girl." It took a moment for Hermione to understand his words, but not-so-fond memories of Snape's first detention came flooding back. This time, however, they made her smile. She tightened her legs and encircled her arms around his neck. Draco raised an eyebrow. "Am I your pack mule now?" he asked jokingly, but lifted her easily from the washing machine. Hermione laughed and kissed him softly.
"Oh, yes Draco. It is my ultimate fantasy to be in this situation with a pack mule," she said seductively in his ear and Draco laughed quietly as he pressed a few small kisses into her collarbone. He stopped at the staircase, but Hermione shook her head and pointed into the entry room. Again, Draco lifted an eyebrow. She smirked. "You'll see."
~*~*~*~
"Draco..." Hermione moaned as she rested her hips on his one last time and felt Draco's body convulse below her. They were stationed in the king size marble bathtub located in the downstairs bathroom; Draco was leaning against a wall, his eyes closed and head thrown back in passion. Hermione rested over him in water half way to her breasts, even as he lay below her. She buried her head into his shoulder as she road out his release, moving as best she could in a way most pleasurable for her boyfriend. Once the warmth had filled her and his body relaxed, she did the same, but didn't move off him. Both could feel the other throbbing in a pattern controversial to their own, which only heightened the pleasure of each pulse. Draco swallowed, momentarily pausing his rapid breathing.
"I love you," he whispered to her and Hermione cuddled herself closer.
"Mm... that feels almost as good as the sex," she said softly, causing Draco to chuckle. He sighed and lifted a hand from the water to place on her back. Hermione smiled as she felt a few soft kisses be pressed into her damp ebony hair.
"Where did you learn to move like that?" he asked. "It was nothing like this last time." Hermione smiled.
"I was nervous last time," she admitted and could almost feel Draco smirk, although she couldn't see.
"Why?" he asked and she bit the bit of skin closest to her mouth. Draco laughed. "Really."
"Well," she started, shifting slightly to make herself more comfortable. Draco inhaled a bit sharply as some not-so-long-gone feelings made themselves known. "Not only was it our first time together, but we were on a bloody train, and on our way to meet your parents, whom I was sure would hate me... and you have a bit more of a reputation than I do," she explained, and Draco furrowed his brows, moving his hand up and down her back, bringing a thin trail of water across her skin.
"What do you mean?" he asked, and she shifted again, but this time it was to look at him. She smiled almost embarrassedly.
"I thought I wouldn't be good enough," she said. "Like the girls you're used to." Draco said nothing for a moment, but his silence was short lived. He laughed. A deep, hearty laugh, and pulled her lips to his. Draco shook his head.
"Mya, you're the only girl I ever want to be 'used to'," he said. "I don't know who else you could possibly be talking about." Hermione laughed as if his words were the most abominable things she had ever heard. To Draco's more than slight disappointment, she moved from him gently and rested herself on the tub floor beside him.
"Don't be daft, Draco. Word gets around," she said, sliding down in the warm water, until it nearly covered her shoulders.
"From who, Pansy?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, and Hermione turned her eyes up to his. "Do you really want to know who I've slept with? I can name them all on one hand." He asked, and she lifted an eyebrow. To this, Draco shifted, lifting a hand from the water and, true to his word, began naming his fingers. "You. Pansy, once. Celia, once. And the hooker my father bought me on my fifteenth birthday, once. And I only did that because she would have told him if I refused, and then I'd have been in deep shit." Hermione watched him for a moment, then shook her head.
"That's not the point," she said, looking down at the water.
"What is the point?" There was a brief silence before Hermione laughed.
"I don't know." Draco smiled and leaned toward her, pressing their lips together softly. He repeated his action a few times before letting one little peck get a bit more involved. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened it a bit more. Draco grinned when they broke apart.
"I liked you best," he said, once again whispering in her ear. Hermione felt a warm sensation flow through her at his words and she smiled as her body shivered. Draco pulled her a bit closer and wrapped her tightly in his arms. "Are you cold?" Hermione didn't answer; she simply sighed and closed her eyes, resting comfortably on his chest. There was a brief silence before she sighed again and placed a soft kiss on his skin.
"So," she started. "We got Froth and Lance, I've told you my secret, you've been introduced to a grocery store, and now we're all squeaky clean... what else is there to do here?" Draco shrugged and ran his fingers over her hair, which was quite straight when wet.
"If you want to leave, just say the word," he reminded, making Hermione smile. She seemed to think for a moment, but shook her head.
"I think it'd probably be best to leave on schedule; tonight. Less visibility than if we left, oh, say... now," she said and Draco smiled.
"I agree. So, what do we do until then; it's barely noon," he asked and she looked up at him, only to see Draco suggestively wiggle his eyebrows. Hermione laughed and rolled her eyes.
"You just don't quit, do you?" she asked, pulling away and pulling her feet below her before standing. Draco, a bit disappointed, frowned up at her.
"You've said that to me before," he said and she laughed.
"And I'll most likely say it again." Hermione sat on the edge of the tub and swung her legs over the side, then picked a pink bathrobe from the wall hook. She made a slight face as she put it on, but tied it nonetheless and turned back to Draco, who was watching her intently. Hermione smiled and sat down on the tile floor just beside the tub. "What?" she asked, folding an arm over the side of the big bowl of Draco soup and resting her cheek against it. Draco smiled slightly.
"I didn't mean to make you move," he said and Hermione smiled.
"Sorry," she said softly, and gave him a light kiss. "You could move too, you know," Hermione suggested before standing and retrieving another bathrobe, an ironic forest green, which belonged to her father. She folded it on the floor beside the tub, gave Draco one last kiss, and left the room, stopping only to pick up their socks; hers which were muddy, and his which were soaking wet... and muddy. He'd refused to set her down when they entered the bathroom, even as she ran the water, and had gotten in with his socks still on. Remembering made Hermione smile as she made her way back to the laundry room, where the washer was open and clothes were strewn about everywhere. It seemed their shirts and her bra were the only things that made it into the machine in the first place.
Hermione picked up their pants and underwear from the floor and tossed them in, then looked to their socks. White socks. Dark load. No way in hell was she going to do another load of laundry for four socks. Looking both ways as if someone might see, Hermione dropped the socks in and quickly closed the lid. Almost instantly, the spin cycle commenced and the machine bounced as it turned.
"No wonder you wanted to do it here," said a voice from the doorway, and Hermione turned to see Draco, wearing a smirk and a much too large bathrobe. She laughed.
"You sure look hott in my father's clothes," she said, a bit sarcastically, and Draco looked down, then back to her with a brand new smirk.
"Of course; I look hott in anything," he said, pretending not to realize she wasn't serious. Hermione laughed and took a step toward him, wrapping Draco in a light embrace.
"Of course you do, Drakey... just keep telling yourself that," she suggested, then pushed past him and made her way to the kitchen. Draco shook his head and followed her.
"Why do you keep running away from me?" he asked, and Hermione stopped half way to her destination, turning around with one perked eyebrow.
"I'm not running, I am calmly walking from one place to another. It's not my fault you happened to be in the place I was leaving, is it?" she asked, then turned back around just as Draco reached her. He sighed and followed her into the kitchen.
~*~*~*~
"Draco, just taste it," Hermione insisted, laughing, but Draco eyed his plate like it was likely to jump up and bite him.
"What is it, again?"
"Just a hamburger. Don't be a dolt."
"I know hamburgers. This is not a hamburger."
"It is too; see, it says so right here," Hermione said, holding up the empty carton of processed meat patties. Draco shook his head.
"Yes... but that's not what this looks like, is it?"
"Must you always insult my cooking?"
"When it looks like that." Hermione groaned.
"It's not like it's going to kill you; watch," she said, picking the burger off his plate and taking a moderate bite. "See? I'm fine," she insisted, after she'd chewed and promptly swallowed. Draco still looked unsure.
"If you like it so much, why aren't you eating it?" Hermione pouted.
"Because I made it for you," she said, sticking her bottom lip out and blinking innocently. Draco sighed.
"What's this part, then?" he asked, and she smiled.
"Eggs."
"Eggs?" Hermione nodded. "On a hamburger?" She giggled.
"Yep. Scrambled eggs. And cheese. That's all, I promise."
"Well..." Hermione put on her face again. "Fine. But if I throw up later, I'm flying home myself and leaving you here," he said and she grinned.
"Agreed, providing there's no foul play." Draco gave a nod and picked up his egg-burger on toast. Hermione watched him take a tiny bite a delicately chew. She looked expectant. "I was right, wasn't I?" she asked. "Tis good, no?" Draco slumped his shoulders and smiled, swallowing his tiny morsel.
"Yes, yes... 'tis good'." Hermione nodded, satisfied, and started to work on her salad, which also included eggs. Hard-boiled, in this case. She'd thought about trying to add hamburger... but all that grease turned her stomach and she threw the other two out on the lawn for the birds... or mulch, whoever got there first. Draco was happily eating his; both on the same sandwich. She'd offered him hers, but he'd quickly declined, not particularly wanting to even eat his. His tune had changed once he'd tasted it, however.
"So, as for food, we still have half a bag of lettuce, which I'm not worried about. Two eggs, which I'm planning on hiding in various places of the house for my mother to find, soda, bread for the birds, ice cream I'm planning on charming and smuggling back into Hogwarts, and a barely touched jar of peanut butter." Draco looked up from his now half consumed burger.
"Peanut... butter? Ew."
"Ew? Are you kidding me?" Hermione asked, entirely disbelievingly.
"How can a combination of peanuts and butter possibly taste good?" She laughed quietly and shook her head.
"There's no actual butter in it, Drakey. They just call it that because it has the consistency of butter. I put some in that chicken I made last night," she said and he quickly stepped up.
"WE made," he corrected and she smiled.
"Right. In that chicken we made. Remember the sticky brown stuff?" she asked, nodding her head, and Draco looked blank for a moment before he straightened, remembering.
"I thought that was just some weird muggle spice... what else do you make with this... peanut butter?" he asked, sounding quite curious, as he finished off his egg burger and licked the ketchup from his thumb. Hermione smiled, pushing her barely touched, but now egg-less salad away and standing from her chair, tightening the tie of her bathrobe.
"A sandwich," she said, opening the silverware drawer and extracting a butter knife, then collecting supplies. As she opened the jar of peanut butter and sat down, however, she simply jabbed her finger inside and scooped a large glob out, holding it in front of Draco. "Open."
"Hell no," he said, and Hermione sighed.
"Draco! When have I ever fed you something distasteful?" He laughed.
"I was kidding, calm down, love," he said, opening his mouth as she requested. Hermione gently invaded the barrier of his lips with her condiment-covered index and almost seductively wiped the bubble on his tongue, smiling as his lips encircled her fingertip. She pulled it away slowly, watching Draco's lips curl into a grin. Hermione lifted an eyebrow, attempting to gage his reaction. Draco nodded and moved forward to kiss her. "How do you always know what I like?" he asked, moving a hand to her waist as his nose brushed hers. Hermione smiled and shrugged a shoulder.
"It's always what I like," she pointed out, and Draco tilted his head, considering her words.
"I suppose that's a good thing." She smiled and kissed him back, letting herself go until she was interrupted by a loud buzzing from the direction of the staircase.
"Dryer's done," she said, pulling back with a smile. "We can get dressed now." Draco faked a pout.
"Do we have to?"
~*~*~*~
"Do you think it's smart to go outside?" Draco asked with an air of carelessness that made Hermione smile as she held his hand.
"I don't see why not; if we run into... THEM... I doubt they'll come anywhere near us. If they do, we deny ever even seeing them today," she said and Draco gave a nod of understanding.
"You think of everything," he said, his praise entirely sarcastic, and Hermione smirked.
"I try," she said and pulled him toward a side street, smiling at the sunny pavement. "I think we were suspended at the best possible time; it's nice here," Hermione said, turning her face to the sun. Draco smiled at her, glad she was having a little bit of happiness and getting her mind off the ride home; which he knew she dreaded almost as much as returning to school. Neither said anything for a good few minutes and walked in silence to their destination. A place Hermione knew, but Draco did not.
Hermione stopped at the end of the street, which was about all she could do, considering the fifteen-foot brick wall that blocked further progression. She turned around and pecked Draco softly on the lips, then replaced her kiss with a slim finger, signaling to be quiet. He lifted an eyebrow, but nodded his agreement and Hermione turned back around, facing a large brown door. She slowly turned the handle, generating only a small creak, then pushed the door open and tugged Draco to follow her.
She poked her head in and looked about the dark room, eyes searching for any sort of movement.
"Mrs. Grindle?" she called sweetly, but there was no answer. "Mrs. Grindle, my mother wishes to borrow a cup of sugar. Are you home?" There was no response but silence. Hermione smiled and looked over her shoulder. "Alright, come on," she said, pulling Draco into the dirty little room. Draco kept quiet, not sure if his orders were lifted yet, and followed Hermione as she hurried through the apartment. On the other side of the tiny room, directly across from the entrance, was another door. Hermione opened this one quickly and stepped outside, pulling Draco behind her, then closed the slab quickly behind her. She sighed and turned back around to face him.
"Sugar?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow, and Hermione smiled.
"Excuse in case she was home."
"Right... and we just broke into someone's house, because?" Hermione pointed behind him and Draco turned to see a rusty set of swings. He turned back around, eyebrow still high. Hermione laughed and shrugged.
"Private swing set. I don't like the town one," she said and stepped past him, taking a seat on one of the two swings.
"Why? Too safe?" he asked, and she laughed, looking up as he approached her. "How old are you?" Hermione remained silent until he had settled himself comfortably in the swing beside hers.
"Apparently about as old as you." Draco grinned.
"Oh, you know me, always one to follow the crowd. But anyway... why are we here?" Hermione smiled.
"I like it. It's quiet and private... I come here all the time... I'm the only one who knows about it, beside Mrs. Grindle. I did odd jobs for her a few summers ago, and she showed me. Said I could come any time I wanted," Hermione explained and Draco nodded.
"So why the sugar cover-up?" She smiled.
"Mrs. Grindle believes all men come directly from hell. I had to make sure she wasn't home; had she seen you she would have... sicked her cats on you or something." Draco laughed.
"So how do we get out in the event that she comes back?" Hermione pointed to the corner of the small fenced in yard, where a staircase of boxes led directly over the fence. "I see, once again, you've thought of everything." Hermione grinned.
"Of course," she said, and started to pump her legs, making the creaky swing take her higher. Draco simply watched with a smile. Hermione laughed. "Well come on; free your spirit," she suggested, reaching a hand to wiggle one of his chains as she made a pass through. Draco shook his head.
"It doesn't seem wise to free anything that's been caged up for so long; think of the mayhem... the tragedy and disaster." Hermione laughed; a good pure laugh, as she stuck a leg out straight and leaned back, letting her hair loose from her shoulders.
"Think of the mayhem, tragedy, and disaster it's causing in that cage you've locked it in." Draco shook his head at her, watching her ebony hair flutter in the light breeze, combined with her motion.
"But Mya, if I retrieve my spirit from eternal darkness... my soul will be lonely," he said and Hermione grinned, slowing her swing enough to make at least a bit of eye contact.
"Or restless."
A/N: Hm... don't really know what to say about this one... Sex! Yes, there was more sex! Lol... I'm such a freak... anyway...
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