AN: Apologies for the delay of this chapter.
New Year's Eve. The entire staff of Hogwarts counting down to midnight (yes, even Snape). Malfoy kissing me at midnight as confetti fluttered down out of nowhere and the teachers looked on. Fortunately, they allowed us to drink firewhisky, so we could always pretend we were drunk. We had to hide what was going on between us.
Perhaps the alcohol had eased my inhibitions, or perhaps I was just getting used to him being around me. Either way, I wasn't nervous that night, and I was actually looking forward to it. Whether I'd have the guts to do anything to him yet was another matter.
……………………
No-one else from Slytherin had stayed for the holidays, so he decided that we'd go to his room in the dungeons. To get there, of course, we had to go through the Slytherin common room, which I'd never seen before. As it happened, the room was similar to the Gryffindor common room, but in green and silver. I decided to see if their armchairs were as comfy as ours, and collapsed into one by the fireplace. As I did so, Malfoy growled.
"That, Granger, is my chair."
"There's plenty of room for two." I looked up at him, not really expecting him to do anything. But I was wrong. He picked me up, then sat down where I had been. I was now on his lap, and starting to feel embarrassed. Not because of where I was, exactly, but what was pressing into my thigh. I never understood how guys didn't hurt themselves when that happens – it seems like it would be painful. Maybe that's just me being ignorant.
But, as usual, when he started kissing me, my brain stopped functioning normally. That must be why I was letting him touch me in inappropriate places – I just couldn't think when he was doing things that made me feel so good. I barely noticed when one hand began sliding up my leg, under my skirt. In fact, I didn't pay any attention until his fingertips gently brushed the area between my legs. I gasped then, I know I did. And if we'd been standing, and I could have managed it, I expect I'd have hit him for doing something so daring. He didn't move his hand away though, choosing instead to stroke me gently.
"Relax, Hermione. Just enjoy it."
Enjoy it? I was scared. After all, no-one else had ever done anything like this to me before. But, to my surprise, I found myself closing my eyes and leaning against him, concentrating on the feelings he was evoking. I did enjoy it after all, despite the fact that it was Malfoy, I was in the Slytherin common room, doing unspeakable things. You have to remember, this was a few years ago, and I'm nothing like what I was then. Regarding the sexual innocence, anyway. And I have Draco Malfoy to thank for that.
Once I'd calmed down and began to enjoy what he was doing, he took one of my hands and gently pressed it against the bulge in the front of his trousers. I'm not entirely sure I realised at the time; I wasn't exactly paying attention.
I don't know how long he carried on for, but when he stopped, I let out a cry. He, of course, smirked.
"So, Granger, you do want me."
I glared at him. How dare he suggest such a thing.
"That's good, Granger." He hugged me tightly. "It means I'm not the only one who's starting to feel this is more than our original bargain."
"What do you mean, Malfoy?" Now I was really confused.
"You felt that, didn't you?" He gestured vaguely in the direction of his crotch.
"Well, yes, but…" I didn't know what else to say.
"Hermione, can we move to my room before Snape comes in and finds us here?"
Snape. Now there was a horrible thought. I definitely didn't want him seeing what we were doing. He wouldn't say anything outright, of course, but he was bound to spend the rest of the year making snide comments.
"Granger? Yes or no? Simple question."
I shook my head in an attempt to clear my thoughts.
"Yes, we'd better move before anyone appears."
"You confuse me – shaking your head and then saying yes."
"Sorry, just trying to get rid of some disturbing mental images."
He raised one eyebrow, but didn't say anything. Instead, he led the way to his dorm room. I glanced around as we entered, trying to work out which bed was his. I decided it was probably the one set apart from the others, near the window, and I was right.
We didn't go any further that night, but I did end up falling asleep and spending the entire night there, in Draco Malfoy's bed. With him. Completely by accident, I assure you, and it took me a while to remember where I was the next morning.
He woke up before I did, and took great delight in poking me until I woke up. If he'd tickled me, I'd have hexed him – I can't stand being tickled.
"Morning sleepy." He wrapped his arms around me, and I settled back against him, resting my head on his chest. It was only then that I realised he wasn't wearing a top. Still, it was relaxing, being held like this, and like he'd said, it felt as though actual emotions were involved. Maybe they were, I'm not sure. But let me tell you, I could have stayed like that all day – I really didn't want to leave.
Still, all good things must come to an end. When my stomach started rumbling, I knew it was time to get up. At least Malfoy decided it was time for breakfast as well. Luckily, all the staff had left the Great Hall by the time we appeared, so we didn't have to face any awkward questions.
AN: For the next chapter, I may have to increase the rating of this story. Just thought I'd warn you. Now it's your turn - leave a review!
