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Chapter Fourteen
Draco's Point of View
Ah, sweet success.
I felt like a freaking champion!
She'd actually said that we could give the whole "boyfriend-girlfriend" a try.
And I was not going to make her regret her decision, I thought as I walked hand in hand with Hermione to Transfiguration.
Eyes widened as they took in what they had seen. Me, Draco Malfoy, holding hands with Hermione Granger. That must be a real shocker from some folks.
We have been trying to keep a low profile though. We only hold hands when there are hardly any people around to witness it. We do this because Weasel-bee doesn't know that Hermione and I are together yet. Hermione had been planning on telling him Monday-the day she made her decision-but that sure as hell didn't happen.
I'm sure that he'd been hearing rumors about us, but those had been circulating since the first day we'd gotten to Hogwarts. He hadn't confronted Hermione on any of these rumors, but she said that she could tell he looked angry all the time now.
Today, Hermione was going to tell him. So, we're going to sit next to each other in Transfiguration and hopefully he'll catch the hint after he sees us holding hands on the table as we're talking notes. Ah, I can't wait to see his face...
"Good afternoon, class." Professor McGonagall spoke to us. "Please open to page 117 in your books."
We did as we were asked and I can see Weasley's eyes boring into my head. Hermione looked up at me with a smile and intertwined her fingers with mine on the table top. I looked back and Weasley's face was beat red and his hands were clutched into fists.
"It seems like he caught on, Granger." I whispered really close to her ear, causing shivers to run down her spine. That was now my new favorite action.
"That's a good thing." She replied in a daze as she continued to write down what McGonagall was saying.
"Lighten up, love." I replied pulling at a lock of her hair. "You already know all of these things anyway. You don't need to study or take notes."
She rolled her eyes at me, but her quill did slowed down just a bit. She looked at me again and then her quill stopped entirely.
We spent the rest of class writing to each other in our journals. We talked about what wether or not we should sit next to each other at dinner (because you're actually allowed to sit wherever you wish), but we decided against it because of all the things people were bound to say. We talked about what she was going to do with Weasel-Bee. She had decided that she'd let things work themselves out. She was going to act like nothing happened, which I certainly agreed with.
"That'll be all for today, children. You may leave." Professor McGonagall interrupted our journal conversation with.
Hermione gathered her belongings and packed them away in her never ending bag of things. She saw my eyes on her and grinned.
"Would you like me to walk you to Potions, Miss Granger?"
"Don't you always ask that?" She replied with a smirk. "And don't I always say yes?"
I rolled my eyes and clutched on to her hand as we exited.
"Smart ass," I muttered under my breath.
"What was that, love?" Hermione asked in a falsely sweet voice.
I looked at the floor, "Nothing, dear."
"Thought so."
As we strolled through the halls to Potions, I tried to ignore the looks that she was getting. All of the guys eyes were glued to her amazing ass. While the girls seemed to want to slice her head off.
I glared at all of the guys and wrapped my arm around her waist; declaring that she was mine, because she is. They seemed to back off a little, but not entirely. I let that go. I knew that Hermione was eye candy and guys sure do like the sweets.
Lets just say that by the time we got to dinner, the whole school knew that Hermione and I were a package.
"Did you hear about Hermione and Malfoy?"
"Can you believe that Hermione would date him?"
"Look at them. They're holding hands!"
"Well," I chuckled quietly. "It looks like we're the famous ones now."
Hermione smiled lightly and kissed my cheek, causing a new murmur errupt through the Great Hall.
"I'll see you after dinner."
"Till then, love." I bowed , causing the pair of us to laugh as we walked to our tables.
Blaise was waiting for me with a silent glare.
"What'd I do?" I asked quickly before sitting down across from him.
"You said Granger was taken!" He hissed. "You didn't say that she was your shag-toy!"
My gaze instantly hardened, "She. Is. Not. My. Shag. Toy."
"Isn't that the only thing you get from woman, Malfoy? A good shag? That's what a man-whore does, right?"
My fist were shaking under the table. That little bastard!
"Don't act like I'm the fucking bad guy, Zabini. You've shagged plently of girls and what did you do when you were done? You left them before they even woke up. That's such a lovely way to leave them, you sick bastard."
He growled, "You've never been in a relationship before. Why is Granger any different than the other girls?"
"Because Her-Granger is special. She's not like the other whores! I'm not expecting anything from her in that department." I replied coolly.
"Yeah, sure you aren't." Blaise retorted before moving down the table to sit with the other Slytherins.
I sighed and looked over to the Gryfinndor table, searching for Hermione's eyes. She was looking at me curiously.
She tapped her temple and asked, What happened?
I looked at her and pursed my lips.
He thinks I'm using you for a shag. He was going to ask you out that night you told me that you'd made you decision, but I told him that you were taken.
She rose one eyebrow, And why, Mr. Malfoy, did you tell him such a thing?
I didn't want Zabini going after you! He's a bloody womanizer!
Her eyebrow shot up again in question.
I am not a womanizer, Granger.
She sent me "Yeah, keep telling yourself that" look before saying, you aren't anymore, but you were.
I have to agree to that. There will be no more womanizing for me Draco Malfoy as long as I am with you, Hermione Granger.
She smirked and returned her attention to Potter and She-Weasley. There was no sign of Weasley. He hadn't come into the Great Hall. That was a good thing. We didn't need anymore Great Hall arguments, like there was bound to be if Weasley came to dinner.
"Good evening students," Professor McGonagall said with her stern voice. "I want to make a quick announcement before we eat."
Everyone waited expectantly for her to tell us, but she was scanning the hall.
"Where is Mr. Weasley?" She voiced coldly.
Potter stood up and replied, "He didn't want to come to dinner. He said that he hadn't been feeling well."
I rolled my eyes, as did Hermione, as we heard the news. I some how doubted that statement.
"Will you please inform him of this later this evening, Mr. Potter?"
"Yes, Professor." He nodded before sitting beside She-Weasley.
"Something was stolen from Mr. Filch earlier today. It was something quite valueable and we which to have it returned. Those of you who do not know what I am talking about, you obviously are not guilty. But those who do, you better present yourself to me and tell me what happened to it after dinner. If I hear nothing by tomorrow morning, I will be questioning people. Do you understand?"
Everyone replied, "Yes, Professor McGonagall."
What do you think is so important? I asked Hermione. She shrugged as she glanced at me.
Who knows? It could just be something that he'd confiscated, but I highly doubt McGonagall would find that a crisis.
Hermione's Point of View
Moans were echoing through my room as Draco and I made out quite heartily in my bed. He pulled back and moved to my neck. His tongue swept up to my earlobe and back down as he straddled my lap.
I hummed as he cupped my breasts in his hands and sucked nice and hard on my pulse. His mouth was bloody amazing. I wrapped my fingers through his silky blonde hair and tugged roughly, pulling him closer.
He shifted his lower half and tingles swept through my body as his hard on pressed against my inner thigh.
"Ugh," He groaned as he pulled back and untangled himself from me.
I pouted and crawled into his lap, "Why'd we stop?"
"I wouldn't have been able to stop myself if I didn't stop there." He replied with a pained looked. He had wanted to continue.
"Why would it matter if we hadn't stopped?" I questioned.
"We aren't going to make our first time together like this. I'm not going to make love to you right now."
"Does this have to do with what Blaise said?" I asked quietly as I looked straight into his eyes.
He looked away and nodded. He lifted me out of his lap and stood.
"He told me that I'm just a man-whore, Her-Granger. I don't want you to think that about me, because I'm not. I mean I was, but I'm a different person now. I've seen things happen that I never thought were possible. I've seen my mother tortured and I guess something clicked inside of me. I'm not the same man I was before. I mean I can make things up to people, can't I?"
My eyes were watering. He looked so helpless and insecure. I slowly walked toward him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He dug his face into the crook of my neck and hugged me close to his body.
"I felt like I was just a prop for people to use."
"What?" I asked quietly.
"That's why I screwed all those girls. I wanted them to feel like the props, not me. They'd been used, not me. Can I ever make things better?" He whispered in a self-loathing fashion.
"My mother told me once when I was little that you can always make things better by never making them worse."
He looked up into my eyes.
"If you don't do anything like that again, then you'll be making things better. You'll be apologizing without really saying the words. So, in a sense, you'll be making up for your wrong doings." I whispered and looked deep into his grey eyes. I could see the pain and hurt that he'd been through in the last months after the war. I could see the self hatred.
I leaned in and kissed his lips softly before whispering, "You'll never have to make things up to me."
Longest chapter yet! 2,183 words! I worked hard on this one. I wanted to have some mystery and some suspense and this is what I got! I hope you all liked it! I should be updating soon!