I know I suck a lot for taking so long to update, I KNOW IM SORRY! but the first two months of school are INSANE, because I play varsity lacrosse and thats the on season so between that and university classes it just was not possible! BUT i actually have two more chapters written after this one, but im trying to push them back so there WILL be a bulk update soon!
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That night, Hermione went to bed early to get a good night's sleep, for the night before she tossed and turned due to the increasing anxiety of the first day of classes. She fell upon her four poster bed around nine pm and immediately fell into a deep sleep.
Her eyes fluttered open around one am to the sensation of being watched. She was lying on her left side, facing Lavender's bed beside hers, watching the large red numbers flashing the hour on her alarm clock. Hermione rolled over onto her back and took in a sharp breath when she noticed the silhouette of a man sitting on the side of her bed.
She scooted back against the tall chestnut headboard, clutching her sheets up to her chin. Her heart was pounding from fear of the unidentified man who had just been caught watching her as she slept. The mysterious man leaned forward so his face was illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window to her left. A strong jaw line and light pink lips were the first feature her eyes were drawn to, they were so full and inviting. As the man leaned closer, his chiselled and pale features became evident as they glowed in the light of the moon. A long, slender nose appeared next before two dazzling silver irises.
"Malfoy?" Hermione hissed, careful not to wake her sleeping dorm mates. "What in God's name are you doing here?"
He smiled cryptically, reaching forward to pull down Hermione's sheets from her face. "I came to see you." He whispered, inching the blankets further down her body to reveal her pyjamas underneath. "I missed you." He leaned his body forward, closing off more and more space between them.
"Malfoy, this isn't a joke. Get out of he-"He cut her off with a soft 'shhh' and reaching to the buttons of her pyjama top. "What are you doing?" She asked when she noticed his long pale fingers grasping the first button and wriggling it through the hole.
"You have too much covering that delicious body of yours." He said, his eyes falling down across her cheek to her neck and to the tiny shadow of cleavage between her breasts. He was pulling her pyjama shirt forward and tugging gently. Hermione couldn't even bring herself to blink. Draco's eyes fluttered up to hers, locking them in a heated stare; the knot in her stomach growing tighter as she felt his eyes beat into hers with every moment passing.
Hermione's face flushed when she noticed the first button had slipped out of its spot on her shirt. But she couldn't bring her hands to stop him from moving on to the second button. Her mind was telling her to reach up and slap him across the face for being so forward and inappropriate with her. But the spot between her legs was telling her hands to reach up and help him out of his clothes...
Draco never broke his stare into Hermione's deep brown eyes before saying "You know this is what you want."
"I don't know wh-what makes you think that," She said in a huff, losing her breath as the second button slipped open. He eyed her hungrily as he exposed more of her skin, Hermione instantly weakened under his gaze "Malfoy you, you've got it all wrong, I don't like-"
He shushed her once more, leaning in so close that their lips were mere centimetres apart. "If you don't want this why aren't you stopping me?" Hermione was at a loss for words. Her mouth was opening and closing; did she really not want this? If she wasn't stopping him did she actually want this too?
Draco's eyes slipped down to her shirt where he was teasing the third button. His breath hitched when he finally noticed that Hermione preferred to sleep without a bra. He was so close to unveiling her breasts as the blood in Hermione's veins turned to liquid heat.
"Malfoy..." She whispered, her hot breath wafting onto Draco's lips. The third button came undone, two left to go. His hand quickly reached down to the fourth button. Hermione licked her lips before taking the bottom one between her teeth and biting hard. Almost to the point of breaking skin, until Draco's velvety soft voice whispered.
"Call me Draco."
"Draco," The fourth button slipped open. "Why are you doing this?" She whispered huskily, in a voice much sexier than her normal.
"You can't deny you haven't been feeling it too, this mutual attraction." He said, his hands lingering on her skin just beneath the trail between her breasts. They danced softly on her stomach, drawing closer to the last button. "You've been thinking of me just as I have been thinking of you." He said lustfully.
"Mal-" He cut her off quickly.
"Ah, ah ah. Draco..." He whispered, his fingers grasping the last button separating Draco from what he truly desired.
"Draco," Hermione whispered once more, feeling more courageous than ever before. She gazed at his silver eyes and felt herself trapped in them. She reached forward to meet his hand at her pyjama shirt before bravely saying, "Let me help you." She felt his long pale fingers lightly graze over the skin on the back of her hand.
As if it were exactly the words he wished to hear, Draco grinned deviously and together they pushed the last button out of its spot. Her shirt lay across her torso, every button undone while resting upon her breasts and revealing a long strip of bare skin from her neck to her waist. Draco's hands reached up to push the sides away and reveal all of her.
Draco leaned forward some more, their breaths mingling together as their lips became much closer. Hermione was nervous, and she could feel that knot in her stomach tighten and tighten. Draco smiled, his warm fingers grazing the side of her breasts where the shirt ended and her skin began. As he gently pushed, Draco closed in on her lips...
Hermione's eyes fluttered open to the sound of Parvati calling her name. "Are you coming down to breakfast or what?" Her piercing voice rang in Hermione's ears. It had all been a dream. She was laying on her right side, facing the wall with the covers pulled up to her chin.
"Yes, I'm coming." She said, about to throw off the covers when she felt her fingers graze skin underneath the blankets. Peering down, she noticed that in her sleep she had undone every button on her pyjama shirt, like Draco had done in her dream. "Actually, I'll meet you guys at the Great Hall." She said, her face flushing red.
Parvati and Lavender shrugged and headed down the spiral staircase towards breakfast. Once alone, Hermione threw herself out of the sheets and grabbed her uniform from the trunk at the foot of her bed. Her fingers trembled as she quickly got ready for breakfast and raced off down through the portrait hole only minutes after her dorm mates.
Arriving in the Great Hall out of breath, Hermione hurried down the Gryffindor table and took her seat beside Ron. "Hermione late for breakfast, well that's a shock." Ron said between mouthfuls of hot cereal.
"Overslept." She muttered, reaching for a bagel and some jam. Her cheeks were still the same faint pink as they were when she awoke, and she tried her best to keep from remembering her heated dream with Draco Malfoy so they wouldn't deepen in colour.
Hermione nervously bit into her bagel and sighed while she chewed. Looking up from her plate, she found a pair of silver eyes across the room looking in her direction. They were the same silver eyes that gazed at her in her dreams. The same eyes that travelled down the path between her breasts…
Hermione's face flustered and she immediately returned her nervous gaze to her plate before her. Had he noticed her staring?
Of course he had, Hermione was never the most subtle person. Draco continued to look back at Hermione awkwardly eating her breakfast at the Gryffindor table. Before he knew what was happening, a light grin appeared on his face when he realised her reaction to meeting his gaze. She looked adorable, her light pink cheeks growing a deeper blush as the moments passed…
Woah, adorable? Draco tried to shake the thoughts from his head without success. Since when did he find that annoying know it all adorable?
Truth be told, Hermione Granger had haunted him since the Hogwarts Express. Her mysterious newly found beauty intrigued him, and their witty banter was always enjoyable to him. Except for different reasons this year. In previous years, he enjoyed barking insults at her because she often ignored them, making himself feel bigger. However lately she was returning his harsh words with insults of her own. It was amusing to see the spunk in her. And that flustered look on her face was stunning; it made him wonder what she would look like in bed…
That morning at breakfast was not the first time he had wondered what Granger would be like in bed. Draco was surely experienced himself, having been with several different girls in the past. But he found himself wondering if she had ever enjoyed the company of a man. Surely not, the rational side of him thought. How many sexual encounters could one head with their nose buried in a book?
Draco finished up his hot cereal before heading to his first class of the day. In double potions that morning, Draco did his best to keep himself focused on the antidote potion they were working on that day. He studied his textbook, without ever looking up to his table mates and ignoring the Hufflepuffs on the other side of the room. He would not be distracted by his thoughts of Granger nor would he give any attention to Pansy who was rubbing his leg sensually under the table. He gave her a cold stare before returning to chopping the roots he needed.
Classes were a bore that day for Draco, but that was not much of a surprise. He ate lunch, doing his best to pay attention to his friend Theo's story of the girl he had been shagging over the summer, but he found himself taking quick peaks over at the Gryffindor table where Hermione Granger had sat beside Potter on the opposite side of the table, so he could only see the back of her robes.
After the final class of the day ended and Draco had eaten his supper, he made his way down to the quidditch pitch for practice that evening. It rained almost the entire practice, and Draco left feeling cold to his core and incredibly dirty from all the mud stained on him.
Draco shuffled down to the Slytherin common room to where his warm, comfortable bed was awaiting him in the boy's dormitory. He passed his friends in front of the fire and mumbled something about going to sleep early. Without another word, Draco shed his muddy quidditch robes and threw himself on the bed, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillows.
That night, Draco dreamt of Hermione Granger. It was the first time she had visited him in his dreams, but it was certainly not going to be the last. In his dream, Granger was sexy and lively and it definitely surprised Draco to see her like that. It was incredible, he thought.
The Slytherin quidditch team had just finished their practice for the night and Draco found himself the last person in the men's dressing room. He had come back from washing the mud off his hands and forearms and was sitting on the bench in front of his cubby when the door swung open. Confused, Draco looked up and saw curves of a woman in the shadows of the door. She was stepping closer and closer to him when her face came into view. Hermione Granger was walking towards him, alone, in the men's dressing room.
"Hi Draco." She purred. Draco's mouth opened in surprise and he couldn't seem to find any words. "I thought I'd find you here tonight."
She came close enough to touch, but Draco was momentarily paralyzed. She reached forward to take his hands that had been resting on his lap. Hermione pulled Draco up to his feet and took another step closer, their bodies almost touching. "Wh-What are you doing here?" He asked gently, his voice barely above a whisper and about an octave higher than normal.
"I've been hoping to find you alone for quite some time now, Draco." Every time she said his name, he felt his breathing hitch a little. He could feel her hot, intoxicating breath on his neck as she spoke in a gentle whisper.
"And why's that?" He asked, genuinely confused. Hermione let go of his hands at their hips and he felt her fingertips travel over his arms up to his shoulders. He watched her eyes dance over his body, she was utterly astonished by the muscle she could feel even underneath his clothes.
"You're all dirty, Draco." She said, ignoring his question. "Let me help you with that." Her hands dropped to the hem of his sweater and yanked it up. Draco's arms lifted without even thinking about it as Hermione threw his shirt over his head. Draco gazed down at her, completely astonished by her forward actions.
"My turn," She whispered, reaching for her Hogwarts uniform blouse. Draco watched as he fingers grasped the button on her shirt. "Actually, I have a better idea." Hermione took his hands and placed them where her hands had just been. "I want you to rip it open." She purred, her warm brown eyes staring deep into his. Draco couldn't believe what she had just asked for. She can't be serious, can she?
"Rip it." She hissed, her hot breath close to his ear. Draco obliged, taking both sides of the blouse and ripping it open, hearing the buttons drop to the floor. Draco's eyes widened at the sight of her beautiful breasts held in a too-small black lacy bra. "That's better."
Hermione's hands made their way back up to his shoulders. Draco's pants felt a little tighter as her fingers tips danced down his chest. She was taking in every inch of him, every muscle, and Draco was mesmerized by it all. How could Hermione be acting so sexy?
Her hands reached his belt and Draco watched as she ripped it open and hungrily undid the button. Draco's cock twitched a bit, realising how close her hands really were to his member. She slowly unzipped his pants and Draco watched closely without blinking; still clearly in shock over her unbelievably sexy actions. He had never had a woman be so forward with him; he had never seen a woman be so dominant. It was unusual, but unbelievable.
Hermione ripped his pants down his legs, leaving him in only a tight pair of black boxer briefs. He saw her eyes widen when she saw how excited he had become. Her eyes fluttered back up to his with a twinkle of delight. Draco's heart was raging in his chest with excitement, Hermione fingers were at the top of his underwear, gently pulling them down to reveal it all.
A door slammed open and awoke Draco out of his dream. Blaise was laughing rather hard at clearly something Theo had just said. Draco was breathing heavily, when he realised that none of it had been real. "Do you guys mind? I was sleeping!" He barked at his friends who had disrupted such a lovely dream of his.
"Sorry mate," They grumbled before heading to their beds. Draco leaned his head back on the pillows and readjusted the blankets. He noticed his real-life erection and felt himself grow hot once more as he remembered why. He just had a dirty dream about Hermione Granger, and he couldn't help but feel angry at his friends for ruining the best part.