JK Rowling created Harry Potter, not me.
So, I suppose you could say that I am caving to demand and expanding this from a one-shot. Not sure if it is going to be a full fic or not, but for now, here's a little more. Changing this to in-progress, so, alert if you want more. I know this doesn't cast Ron in the best light, and to be honest, I don't see him doing this in a million years so I admit to his being out of character...but, bending him a bit for plot needs. Sorry to the Ron fans out there. Also, I do feel this is a LITTLE fast for progression, but in the interest of speeding things along...besides, this isn't meant to be a deep in depth character study. :P
Think I got all the typo's, If I missed one or two...sorry about that.
BTW, if you haven't read and reviewed my other Fic "Lab-Rats" I would love a few reviews on that one too. I know its an odd pairing, but, if you like smut...it's a good one. :P
Hermione's Special Place:
At The Start
"You're going again Hermione?" Harry looked up at her nervously, he didn't like it when she took these walks, not at all. Hermione had become so secretive since returning to school and in a way, he couldn't blame her. Things between the three had become strained since the summer, since Ron had done what he had. Hermione rolled her eyes and turned away without answering.
"Hermione!" He called after her, but she just waved him away.
"Let her go Harry." Ron gave him a look, a look that was full of guilt. Guilt that was well deserved.
Across the room, Draco Malfoy observed her departure, then hastily made his own. He knew it was wrong, he had promised himself that he wouldn't go after her anymore. He had promised her, even though she hadn't been awake to hear, it didn't change the fact that he had.
He followed her at a distance, taking a different set of stairs, and a different path through the tapestries. He knew where she was going after all. He waited until she had cleared the old wooden bridge, walked through the stone circle and disappeared into the forest. Then, he too quickly made his way across the grounds, past the Owlery, past Hagrid's pumpkin patch and into the forest…to the place where she had just sat on a rock to read her book.
Their special place.
Draco leaned up against a tree, watching her silently and hating himself for not having been able to stay away. If someone had told him two years ago that he would find himself so madly attracted to Hermione Granger he would have jinxed them into something disgusting. She was what he once referred to as a mudblood, someone not fit to lick the bottom of his boots. He had hated her, once even wished for her death.
But those days were long gone, even without his present affliction, his days of hating were over. He didn't use that sort of terminology anymore, just the thought of it made him sick. Hatred, pride, the whole pureblood vs. Muggleborn thing…he loathed the very idea of it. He had seen first hand where the path of hatred had lead him, and it was a path he refused to walk any longer.
And yet, he still didn't completely understand what it was that had made him follow her the first time. The closest he had been able to figure was that her sobbing that day had sounded far too much like her sobs the day his Aunt Bellatrix had tortured her. Yet they were worse, because her sobbing had been caused by someone she had trusted…someone she had thought loved her.
He hadn't meant to eavesdrop, hadn't meant to be witness to the greatest heartbreak of her life…
-Flashback-
-September
"You need to decide Ron, because I'm not going to put up with this anymore."
"Hermione…"
"No! I saw you Ron, flirting with those girls so don't you dare deny it!"
Draco waited quietly, wishing they would leave, yet for some reason unable to turn away.
"It's not my fault they keep following me around, they do it to Harry too."
"And yet Harry pushes them back, and do you know why? Because he loves your sister, he would never do anything to hurt her. If you really loved me Ron…"
They were quiet for a moment, horribly quiet. Any minute, of course, he would say that he loved her. Everyone, even Draco, knew how mad Ron was for Hermione. The three had been best friends for so long and the question had always been…would it be Harry Potter, or Ron Weasley that would win her heart? Everyone had expected them to end up together once Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley got together.
"You don't love me." Her voice was weak and teary and Draco was surprised by how sad it made him feel. He had been there himself recently, Pansy had walked out on him too, she wasn't mad about the new Draco Malfoy. She had like the old one, the cold one…the cruel one.
"I'm sorry Hermione. I thought …I thought I did, but since we came back, I don't know, things just feel different."
"You're letting it all go to your head." She spat bitterly "All that happened last year. Now all these girls are throwing themselves at you and what we had doesn't mean a thing to you…and to think I trusted you. Enough so that I let you…" She gasped, a gasp so telling that Draco could picture her so easily. Tears would be running down her face, her lips would be trembling…she would look so horribly broken.
"All those times we were together over the summer, they didn't mean a thing to you."
"Of course they did!"
A loud slap echoed through the empty hallway.
"Don't touch me! Don't ever touch me again!"
The tapestry waved slightly as she ran past and Ron called out after her.
"Hermione! Hermione!"
Draco heard a door open, and then slam closed. A shuffle of footsteps, another door, and then he was alone too. He stepped out from the hidden passage, a strange pair of longings in him. The first, to follow Ron Weasley and hex the living shit out of him. The second, to follow her.
He chose the second.
She was barely a dot by the time he closed the door behind him. She was running, running towards the quiet of the forest. It was on the darker side of dusk, only moments remained before the sun would retire for the day completely. Draco knew that he should leave her to herself, but he also knew first hand that the forest was far from safe, particularly for a vulnerable girl. He walked swiftly, anxious to reach her, though he had no idea why it was so important. Something about her, something about her tears had touched him.
He found her sitting on a rock in a small clearing, her arms wrapped around herself while she rocked back and forth. He wanted badly to approach, but fear held him back. Was there anyone she would welcome less than him? Not likely. The best idea, he realized, was to go back to the castle. He would find Potter and sent him back to her. In the mean time, he could cast a protection charm around the area. She would be safe.
He cast the spell, then turned to leave and as he did, there was a loud snap as his foot came down on a twig. The past year had taught her well, her reactions were lightning fast. She was on her feet in an instant, her wand in her hand, and he was stupefied on the ground in the very next second.
"What are you doing here?" She stood over him, her eyes red and puffy from crying, her wand in his face.
"I…" He had two choices, either make up a convincing lie, or tell the truth. Somehow, he had a feeling she would figure out the lie and when she did, it wouldn't be pretty. "I followed you."
"Why?"
"Granger," He rolled over and sat back against the tree…he couldn't help laughing. "You wouldn't believe me in a million years."
She narrowed her eyes and tightened her grip on her wand. "Try me."
Draco took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then he looked up at her. Her eyes were sad and for some reason, he couldn't stand seeing it, he had to look away.
"I saw you run from the castle, you were so upset…I just wanted to see if you were okay."
"You're right," She lowered her wand slightly "I don't believe it."
"Told you." Draco shrugged "So what now, you jinx me…get your friends Potter and Weasley in on it to maybe to teach me a lesson?"
"Don't talk about him." She whispered, her voice echoing with agony. He looked back up at her, instantly sorry for his words. Her bottom lip shook furiously and the pain in her eyes had tripled. "Don't talk about him ever."
"I'm sorry," His voice was soft, softer than she had ever heard it and it took her by surprise. "I didn't mean to make it worse."
She began to falter, the little strength she had gave out and she fell onto her knees, her hands over her face as she sobbed. Draco moved forward, reaching out towards her, yet afraid to touch her. He wanted to do something, anything to give her comfort, but he didn't know how. He realized then why she was effecting him in such a way. Her sobs were so much like they had been that day…the horrible day when he had wanted to help her and her friends escape, but it would have gotten him killed.
"I'm sorry." He said again, letting his hand fall back to his side.
She looked up again, her face wet with tears. "Why are you being so nice to me?"
"Because I've always been so mean to you." He gave her a half smile
"Atonement." She smiled wryly "A novel concept for Draco Malfoy."
"Acceptance for my atonement." Draco grinned "A novel concept for Hermione Granger."
Hermione laughed a little, "It was nice of you, to come after me."
"I lied a bit before." he confessed "I heard a little of what happened. I'm sorry he hurt you, if it helps, I think it's his loss, not yours. Though I don't suppose that means much, coming from me."
"He said he loved me." She gave him that pained look again, the one that broke his heart. "I believed him and so I let him…we…so many times. When we came back to school all these girls started throwing themselves at him because he's famous now."
Draco moved a little closer, then gently touched her cheek. "He's stupid, for not knowing what he had."
"He just…just tossed me aside, like…like I'm rubbish!" She fell against him and he took her into his arms. It was a strange feeling, not at all unpleasant. He gently caressed her cheek, it was so soft, like rose petals and the hair he had always thought would be coarse because it was so bushy was softer than satin.
"You're not rubbish." He spoke against her hair, the fragrance sweet and intoxicating. "I've never known the real you Hermione, but I think if I did, I would think she was pretty wonderful."
She looked up at him in wonder. Who was this man? It couldn't possibly be Draco Malfoy, not the boy who had been the bane of her existence for the past eight years. He had called her horrible names, had mocked her and laughed at her…he had called her a mudblood. Never, ever, in a million years would he have said she was wonderful.
But then, she had seen another Draco Malfoy before too. The Draco who had tried very hard to not identify them the night they were captured and brought to Malfoy manor, the Draco who had been afraid and vulnerable during the battle…who had wept over the death of his best friend.
The Draco who had followed her because he had seen her hurting…who held her in his arms right now and was doing his best to comfort her.
Hermione lifted her hand to his cheek, gently brushing it with her fingers. She had wasted eight years of her life on Ron Weasley, a man the world called a hero, yet acted anything but. Before her now was a man the world saw as a villain, who was acting like her knight in shining armor.
"Draco…" She pulled his face to hers, and then she kissed him. His mind exploded, she tasted so sweet, she felt so right…but this…this was so wrong.
"Stop…" He pulled back "You don't want to do this."
"Yes I do."
"Have you forgotten who I am Granger?"
"I don't care."
She pulled him back to her and his resolve began to waver. She felt too damned good in his arms. She traced his lips with her tongue and he parted for her. Their tongues touched, then brushed over one another, plunging deeper as she pulled him over her. He was losing his grip on reality…surely, this had to be a dream, he was not laying on the ground in the forbidden forest. He was not kissing Hermione Granger…she was not rubbing herself over him.
"I want you…" She panted against his lips, thrusting her crotch up against his "Please Draco, please."
"This isn't right." He groaned and pushed against her. "You'll regret it."
"I won't." She tugged on the bottom of his sweater, pulling it loose from his pants to slide her hands up to caress his bare chest.
She would, he knew she would, but he was powerless to stop it. He wanted her, wanted her badly. He rolled over onto his back, pulling her with him then pulled her sweater off over her head. She straddled him, rubbing over his hardening cock, while he unbuttoned her blouse then unhooked the front clasp on her bra. He licked his lips when he got his first look at her breasts, the were perfectly sized, not too big, not too small. He pulled her down over him again, then rolled her over onto her back, taking a nipple into his mouth and suckling hard, teasing it with his teeth.
She moaned loudly, her voice deep and throaty while she pushed her hips up into his. He slid his hand down, lifting her skirt out of the way, then down inside her tights and panties to rub her clit. She was already wet and she spread her legs wide for him when he thrust two fingers inside of her, stroking her while he rubbed her with his thumb.
"Tell me what you want." He kissed her, plunging his tongue deep. "Tell me Granger."
"I want you."
"You want me to fuck you, is that it?"
"Yes…" She moaned, "Mmm…yes!"
"Then say it."
She fought it, her dignity refusing to allow her to say the words. "I want you Draco, please!"
He moved, pulling her tights and panties off, then pulled his own pants off while she watched. She licked her lips, his cock was hard and ready, and she wanted it inside of her so badly. He raised his wand, gave a quick flick to protect them, then moved slowly, his tongue licking over her ankle, her calf, then her thigh. He spread her legs wide, then he slid his tongue inside her. Her back arched high off the ground, a deep loud grunt echoed around them.
"Again!" She begged
He flicked around her clit, then slid it inside her again, repeating it over and over again. He moved up her body, stopping at her breasts, his teeth biting one nipple and then the other. His fingers moved over her legs, her outer lips, touching her everywhere but where she wanted him…where she needed him.
"Tell me what you want." He whispered, licking his way from one breast to the other.
"I want you inside me" She moaned, her hands squeezing tightly on his shoulders. He slid up, brushing his cock over her wetness.
"You want me to fuck you?" He reached down, teasing her clit with the head. "Is that it?"
"Yes! Draco…I want you, now!" She pushed up, trying to move him inside.
"Say it…you know what I want you to say." He slid in, only a little, and then pulled all the way out again. "Stop being stubborn Granger."
"MMM!" She panted, "I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!"
He grinned, teasing her in a non-nasty way was so much more enjoyable than the other. "Now say please."
"Please!" She pushed up with her hips.
"See…was that so hard?" He slammed into her, she felt so good, her hot wetness surrounding him was like stepping into a purely carnal heaven. She moved under him, matching him thrust for thrust, grunting and moaning loudly.
"Holy shit…you feel so fucking good!" He panted against her neck, thrusting in and out for all he was worth. Never, in a million years, would he have ever imagined making love to demure little Hermione Granger would be like this!
"Fuck me Draco…" And, she seemed to have lost her aversion to being vulgar. "I'm going to cum…harder…please harder!" She pushed against him, trying to force him onto his back, so he lay flat over her and rolled them over. She looked down at him, her hair and eyes wild, her fingernails digging into his chest.
"Fuck me Hermione!" He held tight to her ass, grinding her over him. He was so close, the sight of her breasts bouncing was driving him out of his mind. Her body tensed and began to quiver as her legs tensed at his sides, her pussy clenching tightly around him. He gave a final hard thrust, and then came deep inside her, his cock pulsing with violent spasms.
She fell flat against him, her face buried in his neck. Neither said a word as sanity slowly seeped back in, still and quiet in the fresh darkness. Draco had never felt such contentment, being with Pansy had never been like this. He had never cared about her pleasure, never felt this sort of well-being after making love to her. In fact, he had never once thought of it as making love. Fucking Pansy had been nothing more than a means to an end, personal gratification, and nothing more.
A gentle sob rose out of the quiet and Draco knew it for what it was…her regret, the regret he had known from the start would follow.
"I'm sorry." He spoke softly, sliding his arms off her to allow her to escape. "I never should have let it happen."
"It's not your fault." She shook her head as she rolled off of him, wiping at the tears on her face. "You tried to stop me, but I wouldn't listen."
She waved her wand over her body, cleaning herself off, then she dressed and sat down on the rock, still softly crying. She couldn't stop herself, the others, they would never understand this. How could they? He was Draco Malfoy!
"They'd never understand this!" She sobbed "How could I possibly tell them that I…"
'Obliviate'
He never heard the last of what she was about to say. For she had fallen to the ground, unconscious. Draco lowered his wand, feeling like a coward for having aimed it at her back…but it was the only way. Hermione Granger had been hurt enough that day, had been already been humiliated by Ron Weasley…she didn't need to suffer anymore indignity…and certainly not because of him. He quickly dressed, then knelt down next to her.
"You won't remember a thing, it will be as if it never happened. It's better this way…better that you think you just cried yourself to sleep."
He brushed a finger over her cheek, removing the last traces of her tears…praying that she would never have reason to cry again.
"I'll never forget Hermione, I'll always wish things could have ended differently."
He bent down and kissed her softly, then he stood and walked away.
-End Flashback-
His heart hurt as it always did when he thought of that night, and as always, he wished things had ended differently. With his obliviate, he had somehow erased the worse of her hurt and anger over Ron Weasley and they had become friends again. He watched her day after day, laughing, doing her school work, thinking he, Draco, was her enemy and playing along. Every Saturday he followed her to this place. Because somehow, unlike her memories of what had happened here…her feelings that this place was special hadn't been wiped away.
Draco turned away, determined that this time, he would keep his promise. He rubbed his hands over the scratch scars, the only thing that he could keep, and a burning pain seared through him. He couldn't leave, he needed her, this time with her, even if she would never remember. He turned again and broke through the trees to where she sat on the rock.
"Well," He said, his voice cold and mocking. "Look who we have here."
