A/N: I watched a video online of Tom Felton saying he's read Dramione fan fiction. So if you're reading this, Hi Tom! Or any other cast member for that matter! Haha, couldn't resist.
I've decided to name the Hufflepuff girl from the previous chapter because she crops up more in this one.
Warning: this has a bit more adult content than the previous chapters.
7. Three, Two, One...
That night after the Christmas feast, Hermione paced up and down her dormitory. Ok, so here are the facts, she thought. He likes me, I like him. He's in Slytherin, I'm in Gryffindor. He's evil, I'm good. He's pureblood, I'm muggle born and he's enemies with my two best friends. So I like him? And so what if I do? I'm allowed to have a crush on someone. But it's Draco Malfoy! You were born to hate him, he was born to hate you. She flopped herself on the bed and screamed into her pillow. This whole ordeal was making her head hurt. What if they became a couple? Harry and Ron would never speak to her again. She got under the covers and tried to fall asleep.
She was walking down the aisle in a white flowing dress. There stood Draco in a tux, smiling at her. The scene flashed to their honeymoon. They were lying in bed, Hermione in her black lace lingerie. Bodies wrapped up in each other amongst the soft sheets. She moaned as Draco lay on top of her caressing her body, she arched her back, clenching the sheets as he licked and sucked her all over.
She woke with a start, sitting bolt upright in bed, she was sweating and panting, her nether regions throbbing. She put her hands in her head, Oh Godric, I just had a sex dream about Malfloy.
She got out of bed that morning, the dream still lingering vividly in her mind. She walked over to the basin and splashed her face with cool water. So it seemed her feelings were growing stronger for him. Maybe it would be okay if she went out with him, it could be their secret, no one had to know, especially Harry or Ron.
She decided to go to Hogsmeade again to find a dress for the New Years Eve party. That would keep her mind off him.
She spent most of the day there, shopping for her dress, bumped into the Hufflepuff girl (Mary Appleby) from the Christmas dinner and chatted at The Three Broomsticks over butterbeer and bought some new parchment and ink for school.
"So," said Mary, as they walked back to the castle. "I noticed you were with Malfoy last night, are you a couple or something?"
"What!?" Hermione said defensively, "We are not a couple."
"Ok! Sorry, I was just curious." She paused for a second, "he's actually pretty good looking, for a Slytherin I mean," she added in quickly. "In fact... I was thinking of making a move at the New Years Eve party."
Hermione stopped in her tracks now looking at Mary, wide eyed and gaping at her.
"I know!" Mary continued, burying her hands in her face, clearly embarrassed. "He's vile and cruel, but so damn sexy, in a dark sort of way, you know?"
Hermione did know, but remained silent. For the rest of the trip back to castle, they talked about the party and what they were going to wear and how they were going to do their hair. It felt nice for a change to talk about girly things, something that Hermione definitely didn't talk about with Ron or Harry.
Mary and Hermione hung out a lot over the next few days. They read books together in the library, built a snowman, played wizard chess, and gossiped. Mary usually just talked about Malfoy and how she was going to seduce him at the party.
"The dress I got is pretty revealing," she said one day in the library, as they were reading. "Surely he will notice me in that."
"Mmm hmm," said Hermione, not bothering to take her eyes off her book. Talking about Malfoy all day was getting on her nerves and she felt herself getting jealous, picturing Draco and Mary dancing together at the party.
"I could slip him a love potion maybe?"
Hermione's eyes darted from the book to Mary, "That's illegal! If you do it, I'm telling Dumbledore. Besides it will take days to brew."
"It was just a thought. Merlin's beard, you're such a goody two shoes," she joked.
Hermione closed her book and got up.
"Where are you going?" asked Mary.
"I...er...have prefect duties," Hermione lied. She didn't like hanging out with Mary anymore she decided.
She stormed off back to the common room, hands clenched in a fist. What if Mary succeeded in seducing Draco? She couldn't stand the thought of him with another girl.
Finally, it was the night of the New Years Eve party. It started at seven and it was six now. Hermione decided to get ready, she was nervous all day and didn't leave the common room, worried about bumping into Draco or Mary. More worried about the fact that if she saw Mary again, she might have punched her in the face.
She had a shower and came out in her towel, she rummaged through her undergarments looking for a bra and panties when she came across the black lacy ones Draco gave her. With a smirk, she pulled them out and wore it, a perfect fit. It made her feel sexy and confident. She pulled out her new dress she bought from Hogsmeade and slipped it on. It was a black velvet cocktail dress with short sleeves and a swishy skirt that stopped just above her knees (it was the 90's after all). She wore her black stockings and black heels, the same ones she wore for the Christmas dinner. She charmed her hair to sit straight, she had been practising this spell for the past few days now, hoping it would last the night. Her makeup was a little more generous this time (black eyeliner, mascara, blusher and a slick of red lipstick).
She smiled into the mirror, satisfied with the result, her reflection in the mirror winked back at her, and she left her dormitory and headed for the Great Hall.
She almost didn't recognise it as she walked in, it was completely transformed. A small stage had been set up where a local wizard band was playing music (The Black Cats). The whole room was dark except for blue and purple lights that were splashed across the walls. A table stretched along one side of the room filled with canapés and drinks and chairs lined the hall. But the best part of the decorations was the bewitched sky which was raining glitter and stopping inches above everyone's heads. It looked like millions of dazzling stars in the sky. The place truly looked magical. She then noticed there were more than fifty students here now. The hall was filled with people, most of the students had heard about the party and returned early to attend, including...
"Harry, Ron, Ginny!" she exclaimed.
They all came running over to her and scooped her up in a massive group hug, almost knocking her to the floor.
"When did you guys get here?"
"About an hour ago," said Ginny, beaming. "We wanted to keep it a surprise."
Hermione was so happy to see them; she forgot how much she missed them. "How did you find out about the party?" she asked.
"Fred and George told us about it, must have heard about it from a friend. Had to convince mum first about letting us go, but then dad talked her into it. Got here by port key," said Ron.
The four of them started talking about what they did on the holidays, when Harry said,
"Hope Malfoy hasn't been giving you any trouble."
She laughed a little too loud at this comment and said, "No, no trouble at all." She quickly took a large gulp of punch.
Harry stared at her suspiciously for a moment then said, "Good to hear." And they continued their conversation.
Where was he? She thought. She scanned the room, searching for him but was nowhere to be seen. Relax, the night is still early, he'll show up. She did spot Mary though, a few meters away talking with her fellow Hufflepuffs. She wasn't joking the other day when she said her dress was revealing. Mary was wearing a hot pink dress with a plunging neck line showing off her ample bosom with a short, tight skirt and sky high heels. That slut, Hermione thought.
"I've noticed you have been getting along with Miss Granger lately," said Umbridge, taking a sip of tea from her fine China.
Draco stood in Umbridge's office, which was decorated sickeningly pink all over, "Yes, professor" he said.
"Do you have feelings for her?"
Draco paused for a moment then replied, "No, we're just friends."
"Friends?" she said in a high pitched voice, a twisted smile on her face. "I thought you two were quite the opposite?"
Draco didn't respond.
"I want you to find out what her and her little friends are up to. I know they're up to something."
"But prof..."
"Draco, as part of the Inquisitorial Squad, you are obliged to do as I say," she said sweetly.
Draco dug his fingers down on the chair in front of him.
"You are to remain friends with Miss Granger and find out what she is up to," she continued. "She must never suspect anything."
Draco just stood there, jaw clenched.
"You may go," Umbridge said, softly.
Draco stood in the shadows of the Great Hall, watching everyone else celebrate. He spotted Hermione chatting with the Weasley girl. She looked mesmerising as she laughed and talked animatedly. Ron came over to her and asked if she wanted to dance, which she said yes and they made their way to the dance floor. Flooded with jealousy, Draco decided to go over there to give the red head a piece of his mind. She is mine, and mine alone.
He was about to step forward when a girl blocked him from his path.
"Hi Draco," said Mary.
Draco looked down to see the Hufflepuff he recognised from the Christmas dinner.
"And you are?" he said coldly.
"Mary Appleby, what are you doing here all by yourself?"
"Fishing, what does it look like?" he said sarcastically, while glancing over Mary's shoulder to see Hermione getting twirled around by Ron, laughing.
Mary let out a high pitched giggle and touched his arm, "You're so funny! Do you want to dance?"
"Why would..." Draco began, but then he got an idea, "...yes, yes I would," he said, smiling.
He grabbed her by the hand and led her to the dance floor, as a slow song came on.
Hermione stopped dancing with Ron when the slow song came on (too weird, the thought). Ron went to talk to Neville and Luna, Harry was still dancing with Cho Chang. Hermione made her way over to get another drink.
She was sipping her drink, when she noticed a flash of hot pink from the corner of her eye. She looked over to find Mary with her hands wrapped around Draco's neck and his hands on her waist, slow dancing. A white hot rage went through Hermione. That bitch! She slammed her cup down on the table and stormed over to them.
She tapped Mary on the shoulder, "Excuse me."
Mary turned to look at her, "Oh hey Hermione, how's it going?"
"Mind if I steal Draco for a moment? Prefect business."
Mary whispered to her, "Do you have to do it now? I'm making progress here."
Draco chimed in, "It's ok Mary, I won't be long."
Mary glared at Hermione and stalked off to her friends.
"So, I see you're hitting things off with her," said Hermione sadly, to Draco.
"Are you joking? I would never go out with her, she's vile. I was trying to make you jealous, which proved to work," he smirked.
Hermione blushed.
"So... do you want to get out of here?" said Draco.
Hermione bit her lip and looked around the room. No one seemed to be paying attention to them, her friends were off dancing and talking.
She nodded and Draco took her gently by the hand and led her out of the Great Hall. They found a secluded spot in a dark hallway and wrapped their arms around each other.
"You look so sexy tonight Hermione," whispered Draco, in her ear.
He did it again! She thought. Him saying her first name felt wonderful. As if he was treating her as a different person. She couldn't resist him anymore, she grabbed his shirt from its collar and pulled him forwards, planting her lips on his. He placed his hands on either side of her face and kissed her back. His lips were soft and his scent was driving her crazy. She ran her fingers through his silky blonde hair. He placed his hands on her butt, bringing her in closer. With one hand he pulled her head back and sucked her neck, she let out a moan. They broke apart, both breathing heavily.
"I think we need to take this somewhere else," Draco whispered, smiling cheekily.
Hermione thought for a moment then said, "I know just the place." She grabbed his hand and ran for the Room of Requirement.
Once they entered, before them was a small cosy room with a double bed in the middle, with rose petals scattered over it. Draco picked Hermione up and carried her over to the bed, she laughed. He lowered her down on the bed gently and placed himself on top of her, not touching her. She reached up to kiss him, wrapping her arms around him and they resumed making out. Draco kissed her lips and made his way down to her neck, down to her collarbone and the top of her chest. She reached forward and undid the buttons on his shirt. He took off his shirt furiously and flung it to one side if the room. Draco pulled her dress off and smirked as he saw her in the lingerie he got for her.
"Nice underwear," he said with a smile.
Hermione just giggled, nervously.
He resumed kissing the top of her chest and made his way down slowly to her boobs, stomach and just above her panties. Hermione let out another moan. Draco unbuckled his pants and slipped them off, so he was now in his underwear. He was back up to her lips now, kissing her furiously, her doing the same, fingers digging into each other's hips, back, butt and hair.
"I've wanted this for so long," moaned Draco.
He slid off her panties...
Just like in Hermione's dream, she and Draco writhed together amongst the sheets. Him on top of her, bodies coming together as one. Both of them breathing heavily, Draco's muscles against her fragile body. And then she let out a loud moan, back arched, fingers digging in his back. They both stayed in that position, just lying there, panting.
Draco rolled over onto his back and looked over to Hermione, who was out of breathe, chest rising up and down, fast. She looked over to him and smiled. They embraced in a cuddle under the sheets, not needing to say anything to each other. No words could be used to describe this moment.
After a little while, Hermione looked at her watch she was still wearing, "Only one minute til midnight," she smiled.
"This has been an interesting year," Draco chuckled.
"One that I'll never forget," Hermione added.
"Five seconds," she said.
"I love you," smiled Draco.
Four...three.
"I love you too."
Two...one.
A/N: Sorry for the corniness at the end, I'm not entirely satisfied by it.
So, the next chapter will probably be the last. Stay tuned for the epic conclusion of Order of Love! (such a cheesy name-lol). Please, please, PLEASE review!