"Oh, Draco, I've wanted you for such a long time," she whispered into his ear, intoxicated by the scent of his hair, his skin. Draco held her tightly, his body feeling absolutely perfect against hers. "And I have wanted you as well," he breathed into her ear, making her shiver. As she felt his hands gently traveling down her body, she felt that familiar build-up of excitement and she pressed against him even harder. "Oh Draco," she begged, "Please touch me…" She looked into his warm grey eyes and he smiled at her as he reached between her legs. She gasped as she felt herself squirm with pleasure. "Here, love? Is this where you want me to touch you?" he murmured in her ear as she felt the tingly heat wash through her most sensitive spot, heating up her belly pleasantly… "Oh, Draco, yes, there…" she cried as she felt herself coming…and as…
The sound of the alarm clock woke her, and she gasped as her orgasm continued, her eyes tightly closed to the pleasure. Oh, Merlin, she thought reaching down to slip her hands into her underpants, finding herself dripping wet and slick with her juices. She blushed all over as she realized it was too late for her fingers: she had already come, and she squirmed as the last waves of pleasure washed through her body.
Never before had Hermione had such erotic dreams as those she had of Draco. She had never actually had a dream in which she had climaxed while she was sleeping until this year. It seemed that sleeping in the same dormitory as Malfoy had unleashed a secret sex maniac inside of her. As she rose up from her bed and walked over to her dresser, she was shocked to see how pink her face was, her cheeks glowing with the effects of the dream. And an amazing, delicious dream it was, she thought guiltily as she looked down to see a very large wet spot forming through her thin pink pajama bottoms. Hermione closed her eyes as she felt another wave of embarrassment wash over her, which also sent another thrill through the same part of her that was soaking wet, and still throbbing delightfully.
Gods, if Malfoy only knew about them, she would be so embarrassed, she realized as she began to pick out her clothes. Malfoy. And he had been in her room last night too, she remembered with a start. That's it, she thought groaning with realization. That's why she had such a fantastic wet dream: he had been on her bed. Had he…kissed her on the cheek? she asked herself in disbelief. No, she must have dreamed that part. But a tiny voice inside of her said, Oh yes he did. And you liked it. That's what got you so hot. She went and sat down on her bed, feeling slightly dizzy.
Hermione didn't know quite when she had started to fancy Malfoy. Maybe it was at the Order meeting where he had been sworn in, and he had looked so brave and mature, different than she had ever seen him before. Maybe it was on the first day of school when they had helped the first year little girl who had fallen out of her boat. He had grinned at her over the little Hufflepuff's dripping wet head, and she had noticed that his smile was…amazing. His eyes twinkle when he smiles, she thought, closing her eyes.
"Granger!" Her eyes flew open as she heard banging on the door. Hermione quickly grabbed her bathrobe and threw it on over her pajamas, dashing over to the door and flinging it open. Malfoy stood there, panic in his eyes.
"Granger," he panted, "Come quick…third year…second floor, he's hurt bad…come on!" he cried, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her down the hallway. She immediately followed, not asking questions, just running with him out of the Head dorm and down the stairway.
When they reached the second floor, she paled as she saw the student Malfoy had led her to: it was Mark McDonald, a third year Gryffindor, and he was lying up against the wall in the corridor, his face quickly losing color, holding his arm at an awkward angle. His friend, Ian Jordan, looked on, terrified. Hermione saw a lime-green disk hidden behind his back and narrowed her eyes at him.
"I'll deal with you later, Ian. I can see that damned thing you're hiding. I can guess what happened: I've been on you two about playing with that Fanged Frisbee on the stairways since the first day of school, and now do you see why?." She turned and knelt down next to Mark who was looking pale and faint. "How far down the stairs did you fall, Mark," Hermione asked gently. Mark groaned.
"Just a few flights, Granger, I'm fine," he gasped. "Ouch!" he yelled when Hermione touched his arm. She turned to Malfoy.
"I think it's broken. We'd better take him to Madame Pomfrey." Both Mark and Ian gasped.
"No! Please Hermione, don't tell," Ian begged. "It's Hogsmeade today, and they'll never let us go if they know we were playing Frisbee again: we just finished a week's detention with McGonagall. Can't you heal it yourself?" he asked heatedly. Hermione glared at him and took a threatening step in his direction. He gulped and stepped back, instantly regretting his choice of words. Malfoy grinned: Hermione was still Head Girl and wasn't going to let some third year push her around, it was obvious.
"Ian, you are an embarrassment to Gryffindor right now. You should be far more concerned with your friend's health than a trip to Hogsmeade. He's going to the hospital wing," she said firmly. "Malfoy, some help please," she said and she and Draco carefully lifted Mark up and began to walk him towards the infirmary. "Wait," she muttered to Malfoy, drawing her wand and pointing it back at Ian. "Accio bloody stupid Frisbee" she snapped and Ian gasped as the Frisbee flew out of his hand. Malfoy neatly reached out and caught it. He smirked and the two continued to support Mark as they headed for Madame Pomfrey.
"Granger, you are too much," he said, trying not to laugh. "And you forgot to take House Points away from Gryffindor." She gasped.
"Damn! I knew I was missing something," she said angrily as they entered the infirmary. "Why didn't you do it?" she asked as Madame Pomfrey ran over to them, immediately seeing what was wrong and getting him in a bed.
Draco grinned at her. "I guess I was too busy looking at you in your pajamas," he said, snickering. "You look awfully cute, you know," he added. Hermione looked down and saw that she was indeed in her robe, and you could see the cuffs of her pink pajama bottoms beneath it. She looked up at him and grinned, blushing.
"Uh…thanks," she said, laughing. "I sort of…slept late today," she said, embarrassed as they walked back up to the dormitory together.
"Yes," he said as they approached the portrait hole. He turned to her and looked sympathetic. "You know, I have a lot of nightmares too. I understand." They looked at each other for a moment in silence. He is beautiful, Hermione couldn't help thinking. She smiled at him.
"Well, I'd better get dressed," she said, embarrassed. He nodded.
"Yes, I've got Quidditch now, I'm late as it is," he said. "We're only practicing until noon. Would you fancy a walk into Hogsmeade with me after lunch?" Hermione stared at him, trying to say yes Draco that would be lovely but for some reason her mouth became very dry all of a sudden and her words stuck in her throat. He looked at her questioningly. "Unless you have other plans," he added with a smirk. She shook her head. "No? No you don't have plans or no you don't want to go?" he asked laughing. She blushed and cleared her throat.
"Yes. I mean, sure, let's go. After lunch," she stammered. He smiled at her.
"Alright then, I'll see you later, Granger," he said as he walked back down the stairs. She stared at him as he walked away, amazed.
He just went two flights of stairs out of his way to walk me back to the dormitory, she realized with a smile. And we're going to Hogsmeade together. Her face fell suddenly and she felt her heart beat faster, her stomach suddenly fluttering nervously. We're going to Hogsmeade together. Oh, Merlin, please don't let me throw up, she prayed silently as she stepped through the portrait hole.