Disclaimer: These aren't my characters. They belong to JK, no part of them came from my brain, but I do enjoy playing with them.
Warning: Language, Substance Use and Sex. Turn back if this isn't your cup of tea.
Mudblood Brand Spirits:
Hermione awoke the next morning in a tangle of blankets and a brain full of cobwebs. The mixture of weed and alcohol made her feel sluggish and the fact that she was still topless brought the reality of the night before came crashing back in Technicolor clarity. She had made out with Malfoy, she had asked him to take her, and he had refused out of honor. Hermione wasn't sure what part of that situation made the least sense, that it was Malfoy, or that he made a thoroughly unselfish act on her account. Both unsettled her tremendously.
She was contemplating a shower and a quick bite of food when the sound of running water alerted her that Malfoy had beat her to the punch. Hermione pulled on her school uniform and attempted to tame her rage of curls and frizz with a few calming charms, it looked like a badly caged wild beast, but it was the best she could do and still make it to charms in time.
She spent the entire day on the look-out, avoiding Malfoy and just about every other male in Hogwarts. By dinner time it was all Hermione could do to walk calmly through the Great Hall and take her seat at the Head table next to him.
At the beginning of the year their lone table at the head of the room had felt like a royal dais; setting her above the inhabitants of the house tables. Now it had the disconcerting effect of a chopping block.
Malfoy did not acknowledge her. This was good; they could go back to their former disdain. Hermione knew this game, she could play it well. She and Malfoy were excellent at hating one another. Anything else was uncharted territory and Hermione was certain she did not want to tread in those murky waters.
As she served herself Malfoy looked at her quietly, then began to slice his food. Hermione noticed how those hands she had admired the night before worked swiftly and elegantly through his steak. They were in complete control of every minute movement. She blushed at her admiration and quickly focused her eyes on her own plate.
Draco chewed a bite thoughtfully and spoke without looking at her. "I trust Weasley has left you alone today?"
Hermione was so startled she dropped her knife, it clattered loudly. Not a smooth move by any means. "Actually he has, he hasn't even come near me." She eyed him; he was gazing intently at the Gryffindor table, at one red head in particular. "Malfoy, you didn't say something did you?" She was a bit panicked, why hadn't Ron approached her?
His lips curved in a slight smile "I just reminded him that while I am Head Boy no one will touch the Head Girl without her permission. He seemed to recall sexual assault is not looked highly upon at Hogwarts…"
Now Hermione was staring at Ron, he wasn't actually eating and looked quite pale. "Did you hurt him?" Draco didn't answer and took another bite. "Malfoy you don't need to protect me." He didn't seem to hear her and if he had he wasn't going to respond.
They sat in silence as students began to finish their meals. Soon the Head table would be swamped with requests from students of all houses. Draco nodded at his house as Slytherins made their way to talk to him. He turned to her quickly and whispered almost inaudibly, "If you would ever like refreshments again, I am happy to share." He stood and went to meet a group of first years about an arithmacy assignment, leaving her- mouth open-in a swirl of black cloaks.
Hermione had no idea what to make of him comment, but lost her train of thought as Ron beckoned to her. She was tempted to ignore him, but curious as to what he could possibly have to say.
She followed Ron to the entry hall; he was shaking like a leaf. "Yes Ronald?" Hermione did her best Malfoy impression, using the coldest tone possible.
"Can I talk to you?"
She nodded curtly, "Quickly"
Ron's eyes were pleading with her "Alone?"
Hermione felt her eyebrows raise, "I would rather not given the current circumstances."
Ron looked crestfallen. "Listen 'Mione I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to come off like that."
"Like what Ronald!" Hermione was attempting to control her quickly rising temper, it was hardly working.
"Like a brute." She didn't react so he continued on, "Listen, I love you 'Mione and I wanted to show you, but I took it too far. I'm really sorry, can you ever forgive me?" Despite his actions Hermione knew Ron was being truthful, he was really just a very stupid teenage boy, a veritable bundle of hormones.
"Thank you for the apology. Please do not ever do that again."
He smiled tentatively, "I won't! Wish you hadn't sent Malfoy after me though. Damn violent prat."
Hermione glared at him, "I didn't send Malfoy after you, he took it upon himself, something about Head duties…" She trailed off, was it really only about Head duties?
Ron snorted, "I doubt that, how the bloody hell did he know? Right embarrassing that."
Hermione couldn't control herself, "Embarrassing! You should be bloody well mortified Ron, you are such a fucking wanker! Always about you! Fuck!" She hissed the last word and stomped off to her room.
Her common room was hazy with smoke, it absolutely reeked of weed. Malfoy spread languidly across the couch, covered in parchments and text books. He looked up as she walked in and sneered on one side of his mouth, "Weasley apologize?"
She threw her book bag to the ground, "Yes, although it seems you may have persuaded him with force."
She was glowering, but he seemed unmoved. "Fancy a hit Granger?" Hermione relented, it would feel good; she could finally just relax and study. She nodded and approached him warily.
Draco held out a glass pipe. It was a coiled green snake with red eyes. The pipe slid through her fingers to accommodate her grasp and hissed quietly with a flick of its tongue. The tip of the tail was the mouthpiece, and head of the snake the bowl, "How very Slytherin of you Malfoy." He chuckled and threw her the lighter from the night before. Hermione inhaled deeply and coughed a bit, he urged her to take another hit with a flick of his hand.
"Would you like a beer Granger?"
She eyed him suspiciously, was he really acting kindly towards her? "Yes please"
He returned from his room with a small box of six beers and offered her a bottle. Hermione surveyed the label and scowled, her words came out much harsher than she intended, "Mudblood blend? You are giving me a beer named Mudblood!"
He laughed as he swallowed a large draught, "Try it"
She took a reluctant gulp and smiled despite herself, "It's so sweet!"
"Yes, well Granger, you of all people should know that just because something is mudblood doesn't mean it isn't deliciously superior. Perhaps you should ponder that, eh?"
She looked at him agog but his eyes stayed focused on his work. Draco made no attempt to acknowledge the implications of what he had just stated. His mind was racing a mile a minute. He had rashly shown his hand. He hadn't meant to make his interest so apparent this early in the game. He tapped his quill absently against his parchment, Granger was still staring at him wide-eyed. "You really should start your potions Granger, it is quite involved."
She got the hint and pulled out some work, "I'm already done with potions Malfoy." She pulled her charms work instead and set quickly to it.
Draco appraised her out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed she nursed her beer as her brow furrowed in concentration at her work. Draco needed to back off, he knew that. He had thought entirely too much of her lately. He had wanted to kill Wesley for hurting her, but settled with causing the boy to almost wet himself. A Malfoy wait on a Mudblood, it was preposterous, yet she intrigued him still. He longed to writhe against her on the floor again., to take it further than he had dared before.
Hermione finished her beer and he handed her another, careful not to look at her. She snuck a glance and caught her small smile.
"Thank you for taking care of Ron, Malfoy." She was looking right at him.
Draco nodded curtly "He was out of line."
Hermione looked embarrassed, "Still it was nice to be defended."
It hit him like a dagger to the heart, "Yes, well I wont let anyone lay another hand on my Head Girl. I abhor that sort of thing."
Hermione raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Thank you for not making fun of me for last night." She realized she had been saying a lot of thanks yous to a Malfoy, something she had never guessed she might need to do.
His gaze shot to hers, "Why would I do that?"
Her expression was soft, she was obviously intoxicated. "Because Malfoy, you have leverage over me. You could make me the laughing stock of the school. I was foolish."
He was offended, his eyes went steel grey. "Kissing me is foolish, Granger?" It was more of a demand than an actual question.
"For me, yes. You have Merlin only knows how many girlfriends, and I am a Mudblood, it begs for ridicule."
He moved over to her couch. "I told you I don't use that word anymore, and you know perfectly well I don't have any girlfriends." His hand lightly touched her thigh.
"But you hate me..."
"Ahhh, Granger, your faith in humanity is heart wrenching to behold. Did it ever occur to you that people can change."
Her eyes looked frightened at the suggestion, "Malfoy you have no reason to change."
He smirked at Hermione, his eyes went feral and she could swear his voice dropped an octave. "Is that what you think? What if a certain Mudblood changed my mind, eh." Draco knew he should stop, not breathe another word of this blasphemy, but Merlin he wanted her!
Hermione's mind was reeling, did he just say that, did he really mean her?" Hermione held her breath and met his gaze, "Malfoy?" He didn't respond, instead he kissed her swiftly. The force of his kiss knocked the wind out of her.
She kissed him back and pushed into the heat of his form. His fingers snaked through her curls and down her body. Hermione could feel his erection dig into her. "Malfoy you hate me." Her voice came out in a breathy whimper. She said it to convince herself, far more than him.
Draco ceased mid kiss, "Do you want me to stop?" Hermione strained to regain his lips and moaned out a soft no. It was breathless and dripping with desire, just as he wanted her. He pulled her top off and worked his mouth down to her breasts, sucking each nipple into his mouth, then gently biting each tip. "You think you know me Granger."
She ripped her mouth away from the spot she had been suckling on his inner arm, "But?"
He kissed her pointedly, "But you haven't a clue." Draco kissed her again ferociously.
She moaned and clawed at his back "Will you deny me again Malfoy?"
He pinched a nipple causing her body to arch up against him "Yes...but not without giving you something to think about." His slipped his hand under her skirt and flicked her clit with his thumb. She hissed, her eyes grew wide. He gently begin to massage her sex, Hermione's body responded in full. Draco slipped his fingers through her lips and gently inserted a finger. Her moan in response was delicious. He explored her soft insides before inserting another finger, still rubbing her clit. As he massaged her g-spot she moaned then softly screamed. Draco met her eagerness rapture, all the while kissed at her bruised lips.
Hermione screamed loudly with her first orgasm. She had no idea anything could be like this, and with Malfoy of all people! She wanted to touch him, return the favor. Her hand reached down for his hardness before Draco moved swiftly away to the safety of his couch.
"Tut, tut now Granger we both know you don't want to waste that on a Malfoy." His eyes sparkled at her want.
"Don't tell me what I want Draco!" She gasped and covered her mouth at her faux-pas, she hand't meant to say his name! What the fuck was he doing to her?
Draco smirked, "Have another beer Granger?" She took it, glad for any excuse to ignore her slip. Draco deftly packed a second bowl.
"What game are you playing at Malfoy?" Her question was cautious.
He shrugged, "Not a game Granger." It wasn't an answer but Hermione knew he wouldn't say more. Draco took a deep hit and passed the snake to her. Hermione looked glad for the diversion and greedily inhaled. She instantly regretted it as her body fell into a spasm of coughing, doubling over with the exertion. Draco spoke a few words and her coughing ceased.
"You did that without a wand!" He shrugged and took another hit, Hermione looked through distressed. He patted softly on the couch next to him, "C'mer Granger." She was hesitant, but joined him still.
Draco put an arm around her and pulled her close. Her body heat was delightful, though he was loathe to admit it to himself. "Granger, don't think this means anything."
Her body stiffened in response, "Don't worry Malfoy, I don't." But she didn't move, she let him hold her. "Granger, it is late, come keep my bed warm?"
It had to be the drugs, Hermione told herself, she couldn't seem to resist Malfoy. She followed him mutely up the stairs to his quarters. Draco threw her a pair of black silk pajamas, which were decidedly too large for her. She supposed she could magic them to fit, but she rather liked being swathed in Malfoy. The clothes smelled fresh and faintly of his scent, something like cedar and citrus, she decided.
Hermione crawled in next to Malfoy in his massive bed. He thought she looked adorable in his clothing. She reminded him of a child playing dress-up, all she needed was a lolly and a plushie to complete the effect. Draco handed her the bowl and tentatively snuck an arm about her. She sighed as she imbibed and relented into him. He noted her breathe quickly began to even and knew she was asleep.
It was surreal, Hermione Granger in his arms. He felt calmer than he had since infancy.
A/N- Thank you to my lovely reviewers. You encourge me to keep typing away. Next chapter is where the drama, and the real fun, begins...