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"Do you think that Malfoy could be a bigger man whore?" Harry grumbled as the three of them watched him walk in with Daphne.
"No," Ron laughed, then added when he was shot a evil look from Harry, "What does it matter its not like he's dating anyone we know." Hermione sighed and stirred her oatmeal. I wish he were dating me "Plus all the girls he dates are dog's anyway."
"Daphne's hot." Harry turned his glance away from the couple and started playing with his food. "Cho won't talk to me."
"What'd you do?" Hermione asked looking up from her uninteresting breakfast; she hadn't woke in the best of moods this morning.
"I don't know that's the problem all she will tell me is that if I don't remember what an ass I was then that was double the reason to be mad and then she walked away in a huff." Hermione smiled, trying to keep her eyes away from Malfoy.
"Do you think she found out about Lavender?" She asked catching Malfoys eyes, and looking away suddenly her face going beat red. Ron followed her glance over to where Malfoy was now staring at her, and frowned at her.
"She might have, but how am I going to straighten it out without hurting Lavenders feelings?" Harry continued not noticing his friends. Ron was unsuccessfully trying to get Hermione to look at him. Hermione was avoiding his glance purposely.
"Well I could talk to her? You know women to women." Hermione suggested, taking a bite of her now stone cold oatmeal. Making a face she looked over at Ron who was looking from her to Malfoy, Malfoy was still staring over at her. Whenever Hermione looked at him she remembered her dreams, last night had been the most vivid.
"Would you? That would be great." He smiled over at her and for the first time noticed how red she was and how Ron was looking at her. "Did I miss something?"
"No," Hermione said a little to fast. Then smiling she added more slowly this time, "No." Hermione stood up and walked down the table, feeling Malfoys eyes on her back the whole time. When she spotted Lavender she quickly took a seat and began talking, about nothing special. "So how was your summer?" she asked smiling, why is he staring at me?
"It was good, I got this cute little puppy that I didn't want to leave at home. He's like black and brown and fluffy." Lavender raised an eyebrow at someone over Hermione's shoulder. "What is he doing?" Hermione turned around to see Malfoy walking towards her, her heart stopped beating for a full ten seconds before her brain kicked in and told her to leave.
"Um, Lavender can I talk to you before you go to bed tonight. It's kinda important girl stuff." She smiled as she stood up and just before she walked away she heard lavender say yes.
Hermione walked fast out of the great hall and up the steps, she knew she was being followed because she could hear his footsteps behind her. She picked up her pace and directed herself towards the Room of Requirements. When she rounded a corner she started to run, no one was around so she wasn't going to get in trouble for that, but she didn't want to stop and see who was behind her. When she reached the wall in front of the room she ran in front of it three times thinking 'I need a place to hide, I need to get away from him, I need some were to go.' A big oak door appeared out of the stone and she threw it open and rushed in. The room was full of books and pillows, Hermione smiled this was perfect. Or so she thought. The door opened behind her and Malfoy stepped in, he was wearing his ever famous smirk.
"Thought you could get away from me Granger." he asked walking over to her, Hermione automatically took a step back. damn why didn't the room hide her? "I asked it to find you," his smirk widened as he practically read her mind. When Hermione lifted her eyes to his her breath caught, those deep grey eyes reminded her of all her dreams.
Hermione was leaning over him her bare torso pressed against his, her lips on his neck and chest. Him laying next to her is hands on her stomach and back, his lips on her thighs and chest. She remembered the taste of him the feel of him and the sent of him. Again she took a step back, not because she was feeling threatened but because she could almost smell his cologne.
"Don't be afraid, Granger I'm not going to kill you." His smirk left his face and he sat down on one of the pillows. "I just need to talk to you." He shook his head and muttered to himself. "This was a mistake." He stood up again and walked to the door, instantly Hermione didn't want him to go.
"No! stay." She said looking down at the floor when he turned and caught her eyes. "I mean you wanted to telling me something, and I want to know what it is, so you should stay so you can tell me , and I'm rambling so I'm gonna shut up now." She gave a nervous laugh and looked up at his face, he wasn't smirking like she figured. Instead he was smiling. smiling? she couldn't believe her eyes, and she nearly laughed for real before she realized he was smiling at her, and so she blushed.
damn what am I doing she shook her head and asked him "what did you want to talk to me abo-" she stopped, he was standing very close now, very close indeed. So close that Hermione could feel his breath on the top of her head and his body heat all along the length of her own body.
Malfoys POV
He stretched out his hand and placed a finger underneath her chin lifting her face to his. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was slightly parted in shock. She look so damn kissable. this was a bad idea. he thought again for the millionth time. why didnt I just stay with Daphne? At least she is safe but god look at her, she is so gorgeous
He wanted to kiss her, hell he wanted to do a lot more then kiss her. He wanted to make her beg for him, make her moan his name, and he wanted to take her breath away until she had to pant. He also wanted her to want him, to need him like he was wanting and needing her. He wanted to take her breath away like she did to him. He lowered his head so that his mouth was just inches from hers and whispered, "Why?" his hand was still on her chin and he watched as her eyes slowly drifted closed, she was waiting for the kiss, and again his lips curled in to a smile.
"W-Why what?" her voice broke as she asked, and she had to clear her voice but she kept her eyes closed.
"Do you make me want you?" Before she could answer he lowered his mouth onto hers and kissed her, at first he was sure she was going to push him away, but then her arms came up and circled around his neck as she brought her self up on tip toe to kiss him back. she's kissing me? She's kissing me! he ran his tongue on her lower lip and she parted them so that he could enter her mouth.
Hermione's POV
Hermione moaned, he was kissing her. He was really kissing her, this wasn't a dream he was really kissing her. Here and now, in real life. She could not believe it, it was a good thing his arms had come around her other wise she would have fallen to the ground. His mouth left hers and she almost groaned in protest except they found the little spot under her ear that always turned her on, and instead of in protest it was in pleasure. how did he know that? she didn't really stop to think about it to much, she just buried her fingers in his hair as his kisses became hungrier.
"Hermione," He gasp as she rubbed against him, "We can't do this." He stepped back and ran his hands over his face. Hermione's face reddened what had she been thinking? This was different then her dream, things were different.
"I-I'm sorry." She stammered, turning four shades of red. "I- I didn't- it was just that" she felt very close to tears, Hermione turned her head and took a shaky breath.
"Its not your fault, I started it." She took another deep breath, trying to hold back the tears, she stepped away from him and sat on a pillow, hugging another one to her body she put her back to him. She could hear him pacing behind her but she didn't care she bit her lip and focused on the pain instead of the tears. I am not going to cry, not going to cry, not going to cry her shoulder shook and she drew in another breath, holding back a sob.
Malfoy walked over to her and kneeled down behind her, rubbing her shoulders. He knew she was trying not to cry and instead of what he would have felt last year, he was hurting for her. He pulled her back into his arms and rocked her; she had stopped trying to hold back the tears now she was crying earnestly. His shirt was getting soaked, Hermione tried to pulled back but he tightened his grip.
"Your shirt," She sobbed trying to push him away, "your shirt." He held her until her sobs stopped and until eyes were dry.
"Are you okay now Granger?" he asked looking down at her, he was worried and that made Hermione want to cry all over again, but she wasn't going to.
"Hermione," she said pulling away and standing up. "You called me Hermione before." He smiled wide as he remembered why he had called her Hermione.
"So I did, Hermione." He emphasized her name, he followed her to a couch that had not been there when they had first walked in, and sat down next to her.
"Why did you come after me Malfoy?" She asked looking at him with red eyes.
"Oh come on, if I'm calling you Hermione you have to call me Draco." He smiled when she rolled her brown eyes. "I wanted to ask you a question, But I think I already have my answer."
"What question?" she asked looking at him curiously. what in the world is he talking about?
"If you were having the dreams to?" he looked at her as if he was suddenly unsure of her answer, but when she flushed a livid red he smile and added, "thought so."
"Surely our dreams can't be the same." She looked at him, her eyes widening. "Where?"
"Mostly here." He said motioning an arm around the room. "Last night it was in an empty room." Again her eyes widened and she gasped.
"Last night you walked in when I was tal-"
"with weasel." He stated his face lost all expression and his eyes went cold.
"We were talking Draco?" her voice was pleading with him to believe her but it wasn't in his nature to take some ones word for it.
"Yea, talking pretty closely." He looked at her and Hermione's heart ached, "Tell me Granger, how well can you talk with some ones tongue down you throat?" he asked standing up. "Never mind I don't want to know, you probably have lots of practice." He walked to the door and Hermione jumped in front of him.
"Draco, please." She begged, his hands came down on either side of her face and he pulled her mouth to his. The kiss was hard and angry at first but quickly shifted into a hungry and passionate one. He pushed her back against the door and her legs came up to circle his waist. Draco's hands left the side of her face and found the buttons on the front of her shirt; quickly he tore the shirt off her and her bra followed soon after. His hands were on her kneading her, her nipples were hard and her breath was already coming in quick takes. His robe fell off and she took her legs from around him so that she could take off his shirt and pants. Then leading him over to the couch she slide out of her jean and he laid her down covering her with his body. They only thing separating them was Hermione's light pink thong and Draco's boxers.
Draco lifted enough to take his boxers off then pressed against her again; his hands and mouth roaming her body. His hot mouth was teasing her right nipple while his left hand smoothed the soft cotton of the front of her thong. Hermione moaned and wiggled under him. His fingers were wrapping around the sting sides and he gave a small tug, the thong ripped off her and was thrown on the floor to be forgotten. His mouth left her nipple and traced hot kisses down her stomach. Hermione smiled and swiftly switched positions, now he was lying under her. She smiled down at him.
"My turn." She panted; she started at his mouth giving a deep kiss before leaving his mouth and kissing his neck, then his chest. She kissed his nipple which was already hard, and her tongue shot out circling it. Leaving his chest she ventured her kisses farther down kissing the hollow of his stomach and the tops of his thighs. She reached her hand out and enclosed her fingers around him, he let out a small groan and she kissed the tip softly then took him in her mouth.
Moments later he let out another groan and grabbed her by the shoulders to haul her back up to him. He positioned her so she was perched just above him and then he brought her down. When he first entered her Hermione gasp, his eyes widened and he nearly pushed her off. The realization that this was in fact her first time, hit her. how could I have forgotten?
"You're a-a" The pain soon faded and Hermione looked down at him worried. is he going to leave now? Is he going to hate me? God what if he hates me? What if he- horrible thoughts rose in Hermione's mind as Draco shifted so that he was now laying on her. Squeezing her eyes closed she felt him pull out and she almost screamed. he is leaving. Instead of leaving Draco slowly re-entered her, her eyes flew open and she looked at him. He didnt look like he was going to leave, he was staring down at her pained face, tears now streaming down her cheeks. He must have mistaken the tears for tears of pain because he bent his head and kissing her ear whispered reassuring words to her.
His hands never stopped moving, neither did his body, and as he stroked her thighs and stomach he was slowly picking up speed. Eventually the pain died completely and with it pleasure overpowered. Hermione wanted him to go faster so she dug her nails in his shoulders and arched her body towards his. Smiling down at her he got the message and sped up. Hermione soon realized he was much better then a dream and she felt her self gliding off the edge as her body was racked with the pleasure of her orgasm. She moaned his name over and over as he to reached his release and collapsed on top of her.
Lavender was sitting up in bed reading when Hermione walked in. "You wanted to talk?" she asked looking up from the book. Throwing her feet over the edge of the bed she sat up and motioned Hermione to sit next to her.
"Um its only four, I didn't think you would be up here." Hermione said sitting next to Lavender on the four-poster bed. "But yes I do need to talk to you." Smiling kindly she went on, "Just how much do you like Harry?" she asked and immediately saw Lavender turn red.
"Don't get me wrong I like him, it's just It's just that I really like," she stopped and looked down at the bed.
"Who do you really like?" Hermione urged her to go on, she had to get down to the Library, and she had skipped her classes this afternoon to spend time with Draco. Now she really needed to study for the test tomorrow before supper, she also had to come up with a good reason to tell every one why she hadn't been in her classes.
"Well I really like Dean." Lavender turned three shade of red and covered her face with her hands. Hermione nearly laughed, Harry had no idea!
"That's great!" she smiled at Lavender who had a horrified look on her face, and was shaking her head.
"No because Harry likes me, and I can't just tell him I don't like him." She looked at Hermione with pleading eyes; Hermione was going to have to tell her Harry liked Cho, even if he got mad at her.
"Well Harry does really like you, but there is this girl who has got him raped around her pinky." She paused a minute, did Cho even know how much Harry liked her? "Its kinda sad because I don't think she realizes how much he likes her, but believe me Lavender he doesn't like you enough to give up hope on her so if you like I can talk to him," seeing Lavenders wide eyes she added, "I wont say anything about Dean I promise."
"Alright, just don't say anything about him I mean I suppose you could maybe mention it, like say something like 'Does Dean ever talk about Lavender' or something that way I would know." She looked over at Hermione and smiled. "Yea, ok it's settled then you can tell Harry. Thank you Hermione you're so sweet." Lavender got off the bed and skipped to the door. Hermione sighed and followed her, she hated being a gofer.
