Hermione Malfoy, Chapter 5
A/N: ßwritten out of habit rather than a true desire to say anything, I'm afraid.
Her mind spun wildly with some way to get out of this delicate situation when his lips hit hers and everything ground to an abrupt halt.
Fire ran through her body as she pulled him against her with a sigh.
Draco took the opportunity, moving to explore the depths of her mouth with a thoroughness she thought might kill her.
In the back of her mind, something nagged persistently, some reason this shouldn't happen, but she ignored it, the sudden, overwhelming pleasure driving her actions as her tongue twined with Malfoy's.
Malfoy!
Her eyes snapped open and she pushed against him insistently, the roaring in her ears coming into focus as he pulled back immediately, pulling upright as their classmates cheered wildly at the display.
House rivalry aside, it wasn't often two 'former enemies' made out in front of everyone. In actuality, no one made out in front of everyone. Except Pansy. But nothing she did counted.
Blaise Zabini smirked from the Slytherin table. "How much do we owe you?"
Draco raised his eyebrow at the question and turned to Hermione. "Have you ever noticed anything different about Zabini?"
"Ambiguous sexuality?" Hermione smiled, "Yeah."
"We'll let it pass this time," Draco smirked back at his fellow Slytherin, "You just keep saving up for that gender clarification potion Madame Pomfrey keeps promising."
Hermione smirked. She'd always wanted to comment…it was nice Draco was on the same wavelength…
Bloody hell! She turned to him in shock. They couldn't have formed any kind of…connection…could they?
It was just a kiss for show, Hermione told herself. His skill in the area in question had nothing to do with any fleeting moment of camaraderie.
The newest Mrs. Malfoy was a DAMN good kisser.
Draco grinned to himself. He couldn't believe Potter had passed that up. Stupid prat. Honestly.
But alas, to the victor go the spoils.
He was aware Hermione probably considered tonight's little show an end to their public snogging. Indeed, perhaps their snogging in general.
Such innocence really was rather adorable.
Pansy watched the public display of saliva with absolute distaste.
Looking away, nauseas, she encountered the gaze of one, Harry Potter, similarly green, though the girl next to him cheered with abandon.
One of the Weasley brood, obviously. Stupid Gryffndor bitch.
The whole world had gone crazy over the summer. Even Crabbe and Goyle were cheering for their idol as he searched for buried treasure somewhere in the mudblood's…toes, by the looks of things.
She could just feel her lunch rising back up her throat.
How could Draco possibly be interested in that stupid little know it all?
"How can she be stupid and a know it all?" Crabbe asked, blinking blankly.
"Shut up," Pansy snapped.
"But you asked…"
"Just SHUT UP," she hissed, cursing herself for speaking her thoughts aloud.
He'd miss her, she'd make sure of that. Draco would regret the day he turned down Pansy Parkinson.
"Not by the looks of things," Goyle frowned.
"Would you people just SHUT UP?!?"
Bloody hell, everyone interfered in her love life.
Harry Potter was having the worst day of his life.
Well, no, but he felt the need to over dramatize the situation as much as possible.
It had been more than clear that Hermione was not, much to his ultimate dismay, pretending to be married to Draco for some completely unknown reason.
If Dumbledore announced it, it was real. And if their kiss was anything to go by, they either liked each other just a tad or lost something very precious down Hermione's throat.
Obviously, the experience hadn't caused the same upchuck reaction it had in him, or they would have found it in no time.
How could she do it? And WHY?!? Was she really that desperate? If he had said something, would they be married right now instead of that sodding slytherin?
"You can get her back, you know," a voice interrupted his thoughts.
Harry's eyes narrowed on Pansy Parkinson, who stood in front of him, determined.
"I can what?"
"She thinks you're always there for her, you have to prove that isn't true."
"Who are you talking about?" Harry played dumb.
Pansy rolled her eyes, "You know who I'm talking about. Look at it this way, you want Hermione, I want Draco…if we work together, we can both have what we want."
"For the sake of argument, how would you propose we do that?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Make them jealous," Pansy grinned.
Hermione avoided Draco for the rest of the day…which, unfortunately, meant spending a great deal of time in the Gryffndor common room.
In the presence of her dear friend, the annoyed Weasley.
"Her-mi-o-neeee," he whined, "How could you do this to us?"
Hermione tapped her foot in annoyance, determined to ignore him.
"Just answer!"
"Fine," Hermione snapped, "What gives you the audacity to think that my marriage has anything to do with you?"
"I-" Ron blushed, "Cause we're friends, Hermione."
"So be my FRIEND and stop being such a prat about my marriage and my husband," she glared at him.
"But-"
"Now," she silenced him with a glare. "Change the subject or shut up."
"Uhh…will you still cheer for us in Quittich?"
Hermione rolled her eyes.
As she was finally heading back to what everyone was now referring to as the Honeymoon Suite, she ran into Ginny, Parvati and Lavendar in the hallway.
Despite significant temptation, she didn't turn and run, but maintained a steady course toward them as they giggled.
If fate was finally turning to her favor, she'd just be able to slip by.
"HERMIONE!" Parvati gushed, her voice bringing panic to Hermione's heart.
What could she possibly want and why did her voice carry that dreadfully frightening excited tinge to it?
"Oh Hermione!" Lavendar echoed, "You MUST tell us everything!"
"Everything?" Hermione asked faintly, daring to hope they were talking about a school assignment for the first time in their lives.
"Draco!" Lavendar squealed, "The wedding!"
"How he asked you," Parvati sighed.
"But mostly the sex," Ginny smirked and the other girls nodded in agreement.
Much to Hermione's ultimate dismay, there was no convenient place for her to crawl into a hold and die at the moment, so she had to play along.
"I-er," she cleared her throat, "What do you want to know?"
Lavendar looked a bit put out with this question, "We already told you! EVERYTHING! This is the most romantic thing ever to happen at Hogwarts!"
Hermione sincerely hoped not.
"You're like those muggles in the play," Parvati sighed.
"The…who?" Hermione frowned.
"Romeo and Juliet! Star-crossed lovers! It's exactly the same!"
Hermione raised an eyebrow, "Thanks, Parvati. Every young bride likes to be compared to suicidal muggles."
"You are the most unromantic person, Hermione," Lavendar scolded, "How is it that you ended up married?"
"Just couldn't turn him down," Hermione shrugged.
"What was the wedding like?"
Boring and tedious. "Quiet. Dumbledore married us."
"Ohhhh," the girls' eyes widened, "What does he think of you getting married so young?"
"Couldn't be prouder if it was his own idea," Hermione muttered wryly.
Ginny waved her hand impatiently, "You know what we really want to know, Hermione, so give."
Hermione did know…and chose to avoid the subject at all costs.
"You're the woman of experience now!" Lavendar sighed, "You have to tell us what it's like. Is it true his," Lavendar coughed, "Is longer than his wand?"
Hermione blushed madly, fearing the horror of her words reflected on her face. When she looked up, she found Malfoy standing on the other side of the girls and leaning against the wall. By the ever present smirk on his face, it was safe to say he'd heard the question.
"Did he tell you that?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to talk about…that. It's too personal," she threw a glare at Malfoy over Lavendar's shoulder as he laughed at her uncomfortable predicament. Stupid prat.
"Well, tell us something," Parvati whined.
"Ohhhh…" Ginny's eyes lit up, "How many times can he make you…you know."
"Orgasm," Lavendar supplied the word helpfully.
Ginny rolled her eyes, but looked at Hermione expectantly.
"You guys!" Hermione had never felt more embarrassed in her entire life and Malfoy seemed unable to control his silent laughter and ever present smirk. Throwing him a sweet smile, she turned back to the girls, "I've actually never had one."
TBC