Day 4 Part 2

Hermione was late for class again. She was pissed off at herself and wondered by she had been so discombobulated these past few days. At least it wasn't Transfiguration. If she had been late again she'd never hear the end of it from McGonagall. She had never been late to this class before, so she supposed that she was pretty much in the clear. She wasn't there yet, though, and she would have to wait and see. She scurried through the halls, trying to be quiet and so she wouldn't be stopped by a teacher. She dashed around a corner and suddenly stopped in her tracks. Only a few yards from where she was standing stood Draco Malfoy. He was standing in front of a section of wall, studying it. He hadn't seemed to notice Hermione, and so Hermione crept back behind the corner. She watched as Malfoy began to pace in front of the wall, his eyes shut tightly. She was confused for a moment before realizing that she was on the floor of the Room of Requirements. She had completely forgotten about her class now and now wondered what he was up too. She hadn't really grasped what Harry had been ranting about for the past months. What was Malfoy doing in all of the times he went into that room?

She slowly snuck across the hall when Malfoy's back was turned and behind a suit of armor which was closer to the door. She waited for the door to appear, her heart beginning to pound. She wished she had Harry's invisibility cloak right now. Finally, after Malfoy's third pace, a door appeared out of nowhere. She smiled to herself as she was reminded of Dumbledore's Army in their 5th year. Malfoy looked around suspiciously and then proceeded to slowly open the door and walk through it sneakily. Hermione quickly crept over to the back of the door and grabbed onto the handle, letting it nearly close. Her heart beat sped up in fear Malfoy would notice the door not shutting fully behind him. It seemed he didn't notice, however, and she waited a few seconds before slithering through the door after him.

As soon as Hermione's eyes adjusted to the dim light, she immediately knew what this room was. It was the room with all of the rows of junk in it, where she had made Harry hide the Half-Blood Prince book. What was Malfoy doing in here? She quickly and quietly snuck into a darkened corner of the room before finally surveying it. There were rows and rows of people's crap crammed onto overloaded shelves, which seemed to go on for a very long time because she couldn't even see the end of the room. Everything imaginable was crammed into every possible nook and cranny; she even saw a large cage that could fit a human lining one of the walls. She began to scan the room, trying to figure out where Malfoy was. She saw a box labeled Stolen, a knee-high pile of discarded Bernie Bott's Every Flavored Beans boxes, an old canopy bed with one of the columns missing and a large sink covered in what looked like leaves.

"Granger?"

Hermione swung around to see Malfoy standing on the opposite side of the room, his hands in his pocket and a look of confusion on his face.

"What are you doing here?"

"I followed you in. What are you doing here?" Hermione asked indignantly.

"It's none of your damn business! You are so fucking noisy, Granger. Not everything is your business." Malfoy snapped.

Hermione glared at him. "What the hell is up with you, Malfoy? Huh? For six years you've caused me nothing but grief and suddenly you're all nice to me? And now you're being a jerk again? I mean, I don't know you and I don't know what goes through your mind, but do you mean what you say? I mean, about mudbloods and crap? Do you really think people who aren't purebloods are inferior? I always suspected your home life sucked, and I don't know, like, is it an act? I mean is your awfulness an act, or is your recent kindness towards me an act? And I never listen—"

"Granger—" Malfoy tried to cut in, but Hermione kept talking.

"—to Harry about your secrecy this year but I've come to realize he may be right. What are you hiding? You're always going to into this stupid room to do who knows what! I don't want to jump to conclusions, but Harry says-"

"Granger—" he tried to cut in again, but Hermione was too caught up in her own rant.

"— that you might be working for—"

"Granger!"

"—well, I really don't want to jump to any conclusions, but he—"

Draco couldn't think of anything else to do. In one quick moment he moved towards her and pushed his lips hard against hers, causing her to freeze. For a moment it seemed that time had stopped. And then, slowly, he felt her hands press against his chest. And then she pushed him. Hard. He staggered back a few feet, surprised.

"What the hell was that?" Hermione yelled, her face extremely angry.

"It was the only way to shut you up!" Draco barked back at her.

Hermione didn't respond. Instead she glared at him and he glared back at her. They glared at each other for a while, as if it was a contest to see who could last longer. Draco watched Hermione's face, trying to figure out what she was thinking below her livid expression. Hermione's face slowly, very slowly, eased from her contorted face. Her expression softened into a look of slight annoyance. Her jaw unclenched and she seemed to calm down, looking now more confused than angry. Draco felt his face also relax slightly. They stared at each other for a while, neither of them blinking.

Suddenly they both began to move towards each other as if driven by another force. They met and Draco leaned in and kissed her deeply. It was so fluid and quick that Draco wasn't sure how he even got to where he was and his mind had gone completely blank. Their mouths opened and Draco's tongue began to explore Hermione's mouth. Their tongues touched, causing a buzz to travel throughout Draco's body. Hermione's arms were wrapped tightly around Draco's back, pulling him in closer. Draco's hand rested on the back of her head, his fingers tangling themselves in her curls. .

Their kisses were rough and they kissed almost furiously, the pent up energy nearly exploding. All of their anger towards each other, all of the negative and recent sexual tension between them was rearing its ugly head. Draco pushed Hermione hard up against the wall behind her, pinning her arms up above her. He vehemently kissed up her jaw line to her ear, her ear to her neck, her neck to her collarbone, most likely leaving many a mark. Hermione's mind was a complete fog, a new feeling radiating throughout her entire body. She ran her fingers through his hair, grabbing it as she felt him nibble on her earlobe. Her heart was racing, flipping at each new touch.

Their lips met again while their hands roamed around each other's bodies. Draco interlaced his fingers with hers as they continued to explore each other's mouths forcefully. Letting go of his hands, Hermione grasped Draco's robe, tugging it off of him. He helped shrug it off and then grabbed onto her robe and pulled it off as well. Their lips still locked, Hermione's hands moved sightlessly down to his button-down shirt. She fumbled with the buttons, her mind unable to comprehend on how to undo them. Draco brought his hands onto hers; steadying them and helping her undo his shirt. The last button was undone and Hermione tore it off of his thin frame. She separated from his lips and looked at him. He was very lean, but toned as well. His pale skin was glistening with sweat, which seemed to glow in the dim light, and Hermione traced her fingers down his chest down past his belly button. Draco shivered and Hermione slid her hands back up onto his face, kissing him once more. Draco seized the bottom of Hermione's roll neck and pulled it over her head.

They separated from the wall and blindly navigated through the room, eyes still closed and lips still together. Draco felt around with his hands, trying to find some sort of surface. Draco felt a soft cushion and saw it to be an old four poster bed, broken and rickety. Hermione fell back onto it, Draco coming down as well on top of her. They positioned themselves on the bed, still kissing intensely. Draco felt Hermione's fingers move down his chest, trying to find his belt. His jeans were tightening as Hermione furiously tried to unbuckle the clasp. She succeeded, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down as best she could from her angle. Draco followed suit, clumsily undoing the buttons on her jeans. He kicked off his pants and then helped Hermione's with hers which she then jerked off of her. Draco surveyed Hermione's body. They were now in nothing but underwear, and Hermione was wearing a simple black bra and panties. The bra cupped her small breasts, which where heaving up and down in rhythm with her heavy breathing. He leaned down and kissed her chest and down to her stomach, while slowly sliding her underwear off. She squirmed awkwardly, crossing her legs as if embarrassed. He took his own boxers off as well and moved back up to her lips, kissing her again. The kisses had turned gentler, the initial intensity turning tenderer. Draco placed his hand on Hermione's thigh, pulling it up. She didn't resist and wrapped herself around him waist. He could feel her heart beating a million miles a minute and realized his was reacting the same way. He felt overwhelmed by arousal and groaned slightly as she pressed herself against him.

He propped himself up on top of Hermione and so their faces were a few inches apart. His fingers ran through her brunette locks as he slowly positioned himself at her entrance. He looked intently at Hermione's face, waiting for her okay. She looked extremely nervous, but she nodded. He took a deep breath and began to push himself into her, trying to be gentle. He had never been in this exact circumstance before and he wasn't sure of how to go about it. He watched her face, looking for any sign of pain. Suddenly a grimace of pain appeared on her face. She yelped softly, a small tear slowly rolling down her cheek. He stopped immediately, his heart almost aching as he saw her face like that. He had never seen her so vulnerable. So helpless. And yet he found no pleasure in even the thought of hurting her.

"I'll stop" he whispered, his voice hoarse from not talking for so long. Hermione shook her head quickly.

"No. I'll be fine" she murmured. Her voice was cracked but firm. Draco nodded and saw her gulp. He tentatively began to push into her again, this time closing his eyes so as not to see her pained expression.

She let out a loud, pained whimper as he slid into her. He opened his eyes and saw that she had new tears on her flushed cheeks. Her eyes were shut tightly, her breathing uneven.

"Granger?" he whispered, hoping he hadn't hurt her badly. Hermione opened her eyes, forcing a slight smile. Draco brought his hand up to her face and gently wiped the tears away, a nauseous feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Are you ok? Should I stop?" Draco asked.

Hermione shook her head. "No. Please. Just… stop moving for a second"

Draco tried to be perfectly still. Hermione breathed in and out in slow, controlled breaths. A few times she clenched her jaw. After what seemed to be hours, Hermione opened her eyes.

"I think, I think it's better" she murmured.

"You sure?"

"Yes"

"Okay"

Hermione took a deep breath. Draco began to glide in and out, watching her face carefully. He was trying to be gentle, but he felt like he was bursting at the seams. She seemed uncomfortable, occasionally closing her eyes in slight distress. Draco was unsure whether to continue or not. He stopped, but Hermione dug her nails into his back to signal him to keep going. Finally her hips began to move with his and the pain in her face began to subside. Periodically she would make a grimace, but it would be gone it a matter of seconds. She wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him closer to her. He finally began to relax, as he was no longer really causing her any pain. He moved faster and Hermione's legs squeezed tighter around him. Draco's thoughts had disappeared into oblivion. He began to thrust into her, and he saw Hermione's eyes close again, a smile breaking across her face. She let out a small groan which caused Draco to move even faster. Hermione gasped and dug her nails into his back.

"Oh god!" she exclaimed, her hips thrusting against his. Her breathing was becoming shallow and Draco felt himself being engulfed into the familiar, fantastic feeling. He pumped faster. Hermione moaned, her legs pulling him in closer. She giggled in pleasure, causing Draco to laugh as well. Draco kissed her deeply and she moaned again. She ran her nails across his back and her back began to arch. Draco felt her whole body stiffen and she let out a strangled cry. Her hips buckled, causing Draco to let go as well. He let out a moan and collapsed on top of her, their sweaty bodies sticking to each other.

They lay there for a while, their breathing slowly steadying. Draco breathed in the smell of Hermione's hair and closed his eyes. He felt her hands resting on his back, her breasts pushing up against him. He was still surrounded by her and it felt wonderful. Hermione seemed to be less at ease, however, and she began to shift uncomfortably. Draco realized that he had almost all of his weight on her. He lifted himself up, gently sliding out of her. She bit her lip as he did, the familiar expression of pain shadowing her face. It quickly left, however, and he studied her face but couldn't figure out what was going through her mind. Hermione propped herself up onto her elbows, nodding her head towards the door. Draco nodded slightly and swung his legs over the side of the bed so he was sitting. He reached down onto the floor, retrieving his boxers. Hermione sat up as well, crossing her legs as she gathered her clothes. They were completely silent as they dressed. Hermione dressed quickly, avoiding making eye contact with Draco.

"I should get to class" she said quietly, slipping on her robe. Draco nodded, even though she was even looking at her.

"Yeah" he said.

He got up and crossed the room, opening the door for her. She nodded in thanks and left quickly, still avoiding his gaze. Draco shut the door and collapsed against it and slowly sliding down to the floor.

He had done it. He had actually shagged Hermione Granger. He felt only a moment of fulfillment before realizing that he hadn't shagged her. He had made love to her.

Author's Note: OMG! Yay! My whole story started with that scene. I thought of it before anything else. I have literally played that in my head the entire time I've been writing this story. So I really hope you enjoyed it. I really tried to stay in character and make it tasteful. I know it was really corny and sappy and craptastic, but I tried to make it realistic. I love realism, and I knew that 99% of all girls' first times are nothing like that (even with an experienced lover like Malfoy XD), but I wanted to make it happish and romantic. It was even less realistic than before, and so I upped the realism a bit! I wrote it about a week ago and wasn't ready to submit it because of editing I needed to do. But I was uber busy watching TV and doing nothing and so I kept forgetting (aka: I kept putting it off) doing it. I don't know why o.O Anyway, I really hope you enjoyed it and I will post the next chapta soon. Reviews are completely welcome and really wanted too. Constructive criticism! Yay!