Chapter 7: Traditions, Torture and Mission Complete
Hermione woke early the following morning, like she did most mornings, but she didn't wait for Harry or Ron, not wanting to see them after the previous evening and instead immediately left the common room, heading for breakfast.
Half-way down the seventh floor corridor that housed the Fat Lady Hermione was slightly shocked the see Draco appear out of nowhere.
"You really should stop doing that so early in the morning." Hermione laughed as they fell into step. "It can't be good for me." Hermione smiled, her mood considerably brightened now that she had run into her blonde secret.
"Shall I give you a warning in future, or bare the wrath of Potty and the Weasel?" Draco chuckled.
"Maybe a warning would be good." Hermione was grinning broadly, simply knowing that Draco intended to make their walks to breakfast a tradition in the future had her feeling almost elated as the day Viktor Krum had invited her to the Yule Ball in fourth year.
Their innocent banter continued until they once again parted at the doors to the Great Hall. Due to the early nature of the morning, there were only a few students dotted along the house tables so Hermione had full eye contact with the piercing grey eyes of Draco. This couldn't have made her happier, though it did make her blush, and she couldn't wait until she could conduct the second half of her plan that evening.
When Ginny came down to breakfast with Harry and Ron, joining Hermione at the Gryffindor table, she wasn't feeling so great. And seeing Hermione smiling happily in Draco's direction only worsened her mood. When Blaise sat down with Pansy all over him Ginny snapped in anger.
"Harry would you stop kicking me!" Ginny glowered across the table at Harry who sat dumbfounded in his seat. "I'm going to class." Ginny stormed from the hall glowering at Blaise when she passed. He simply smirked in return.
Back at the Gryffindor table, Harry was sat dumbstruck. As the silence loomed, Hermione looked past Ron's shoulder at the Slytherin table and spotted the problem immediately. She surreptitiously glanced at her watch.
"She's right." Hermione said in a small voice.
"What?" Said Harry in a sharp tone.
"We have to get to class." Hermione stood up and walked from the table, leaving Harry and Ron behind, watching her leave uncertainly.
"What has gotten into them?"
"I don't know, mate." Ron stood up. "Must be a girl thing." Harry shuddered in sympathy and they left the hall together.
Draco watched from his position, only wishing he could hear what was being said.
"They do not know how to treat their women." He muttered to Blaise, who had managed to disentangle himself from Pansy.
"And that's why they've come crawling to us." Blaise answered with a self-satisfied smug grin lightly his face. "I believe you have an Ancient Runes class."
"Ah, yes. All the better to torture Hermione into defeat." Draco sniggered and left. Blaise shook his head and followed suit, batting away Pansy's slightly desperate advances.
The day passed for Hermione in rising temptation and frustration. Draco was true to his word and did his best to silently and slyly torture her through every class. By dinner, Hermione's cheeks were in a permanent state of blushing and her temper was on a short fuse. When Ron asked her why she was blushing in the one class they shared, Hermione snapped that it was none of his business and he would do well to leave her alone. Ron wisely abided by her wishes.
Hermione left dinner early, only having eaten half of what was on her plate. As soon as he saw her leaving, Draco followed leaving Blaise to deal with Pansy.
"I'll get you for this, Malfoy." Blaise yelled after his friend as he once again replaced Pansy's hands back into her own lap.
Draco ignored him, much more interested in what lay outside the Great Hall doors. When he walked through them, he stopped in surprise. He had expected to see the retreating back of Hermione crossing the entrance hall, but the place was deserted. He took a step forward and gave a yelp when a hand closed around his wrist. He turned ready to face the enemy but chuckled when he met the pleasing sight of the golden Gryffindor.
"I didn't expect this." Draco murmured as he took a step closer, his free hand coming up to circle her waist.
"You really don't deserve this after your antics today." Hermione breathed her lids heavy and half closed as she ran her nose along Draco's collar bone slightly annoyed at the layers of clothing that stopped her reaching the sensitive skin underneath.
Draco chuckled. "That may be true but watching you snap at the Weasley idiot was worth it." He looked down to be met by the warm brown eyes of Hermione.
Lowering his head, Draco placed a small sweet kiss on her mouth that made Hermione only yearn for more.
"You win." She whispered, slightly entranced by how delectable one boy could smell. "Take me, I'm yours."
Her breathing quickened when Draco, upon hearing the news he had waited so patiently for swept her up so that her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. He took a step forward so that she was pressed against the wall, in the same spot in which Ginny denied everything Hermione was giving herself to. Draco pushed his lips against hers, passion leading every move as their tongues danced together.
Hermione's breath was ragged when they broke for air and Draco groaned as it ghosted across his face. With no more ado he turned to her right. "You'll need to get down." He said. Hermione uncrossed her ankles, loosening her hold and stepped down lightly. "Come on." Draco grabbed her hand and pulled her along after him down the dungeon steps and into the darkness below.
Draco commandeered the many twists and turns through the passages with seemingly no trouble and just when Hermione was going to complain that they would get lost, he stopped and opened a heavy door. Once they were both inside and the door had swung shut, alarmingly quietly Draco crushed Hermione against the wall and reclaimed her lips.
Whilst Hermione was kept occupied by Draco's talented tongue he pulled out his wand and hit a dilemma. He pulled back and with no complaints Hermione began to move her lips down his neck. Draco waved his wand in the general direction of the room behind him and muttered simple spells that were embedded in his subconscious. A rickety table was transformed into a large bed and the candles that lay around the room, unlit, flickered into life, giving the room a warm glow and raising the temperature slightly.
Hermione paid little attention to this as she was far more concerned with discarding the Slytherin of his clothes and she paid no attention to the rapid temperature increase as her blood was already fire in her veins. When they were down to their underwear, and their lips were once again pressed together in passion, Draco lifted Hermione by her ass and carried her over to lie her down on the freshly transfigured bed.
Any remaining clothing soon joined the pile on the floor but before he joined Hermione on the bed, Draco stepped back and allowed his gaze to follow every curve and bend of the Gryffindor below. Hermione squirmed under his watching eyes and blushed. Draco smiled as the warm flush that graced her cheeks extended down her chest.
"You." He whispered, stepping closer. "Are unbelievably beautiful." Draco smiled softly as he joined Hermione on the bed. "Absolutely gorgeous." His hands gripped her jaw as his lips moulded to hers. "Fucking amazing."
Draco began to trail his lips down her neck and Hermione squirmed under his ministrations. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to simply feel the sensations as they rocketed around her system.
Nothing felt as good as she ever could have imagined or dreamed and Hermione readily gave herself to something she could never have imagined would want her. Draco was equally amazed that he could finally have the amazing witch and together they fell into a world of bliss, containing only each other.