That Same Morning
"Oh god, I'm late I'm never late, never never never! That insufferable git!" she muttered to herself tearing down the hallways and getting lost several times all the while trying to sort out her tangled robes and realising she was missing a few vital pieces of clothing to make her even remotely decent.
After leaving Draco laughing in bed she had not paid attention to her surroundings, not that she would be able to identify where she was in the first place. Letting out a strangled cry as she hit yet another dead end, she yanked on her hair in frustration before kicking the wall for the sheer sake of it.
Bad idea, she forgot she wasn't wearing shoes and let out a howl of pain jumping in a circle with tears running down her face making a spectacle of herself. She stopped her movements when she caught a flash of blonde.
"Draco! This is all your fault!" she accused sinking to the floor in a miserable heap, huge sobs racking her tiny frame. Draco stood there in shock for a moment – he'd never seen Hermione break down before, and never expected it to be over something as simple as stubbing her toe.
"Awww come on baby, it's not that bad" he told her sinking to his knees in front of her
"Yes … yes it it is" she sniffed out covering her face with her hands which only slightly muffled her sobs. He moved closer to her and pushed her hair out of her face giving her a weak smile when she looked up at him
"Want me to kiss it better?" he offered, she gave a half sob half laugh but the tears still fell. He made an executive decision that they had been lingering in this hall far too long and stood up, scooping the hysterical female into his arms before entering a vacant class room. He located the plush teachers chair behind the front desk and sat down, cradling her on his lap while rocking her back and forth until her sobs turned to sniffs and eventually just the occasional hiccup.
"Ok?" he asked rubbing his hands up and down her back, she nodded into his soggy neck and gave another sniff "Want to tell me what's bothering you?" he asked gently pulling her away and once again smoothing her hair from her forehead. She shook her head and tried to burrow back into the crook of his neck once more. The grip he held on her forearms prevented her from escape.
"No" she finally said in a small voice
"No? As in no I won't tell you. Or no as in there is nothing wrong Draco"
"No as in there is nothing wrong with me Draco" she said averting her gaze to a portrait who was pretending to be asleep
"Liar" he said gripping her chin and forcing her to meet his piercing gaze
"Am not" she pouted with a small hiccup
"I'm not letting you go until you tell me what's wrong Granger" he threatened
"But – but Charms" she said feebly pointing toward the door
"Won't start for another forty five minutes" he told her watching her face turn from an expression of utter despair to one of total disbelief
"You lied to me! You-you filthy Slytherin" she exclaimed slapping his face and crawling off his lap preparing to make a huffy exit from the dusty classroom, he grabbed her wrist before she had the opportunity to stomp off
"Hermione stop, please" he refused to let go no matter how hard she tugged and she eventually turned back to glare down at him. She took note that he wasn't much more decent than she was, his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his long toned frame and his pants weren't completely done up she even caught a glimpse of the crisp blonde hairs that she was way to familiar with just below his waistline.
"Draco Malfoy, how dare you use me for your own amusement? I thought we decided to put an end to the whole ferret-mudblood arguments; you just couldn't help yourself could you? Had to get in the last laugh didn't you"
"You know that's not true" he said
"Well it bloody seems like it" he had to suppress the grin that threatened to emerge at her rare use of language. He looked his lover up and down taking in her dishevelled hair, open robe and red underwear. He wondered if she realised that her breast were fully exposed as he pulled her closer to him
"I only said that because you seemed so peaceful"
"What? That is the lamest excuse ever Malfoy" she allowed him to pull her another inch closer the fight starting to go out of her once again "I'm of a mind to end this whole relationship right now" she threatened, his face took on a stricken look and his grip increased as if that alone would stop her
"You can't Hermione, I love you. You can't leave me over something so trivial"
"Oh and I suppose you putting your hand up another girls skirt is trivial?" she accused
"So that's what this is all about? You're still upset because I felt Lavender up?" he asked as if someone had suddenly turned the light switch on
"Of course that what this is about Draco, but there is more"
"Oh"
"Yes, if you love me as you claim you wouldn't do these things … it's as if sometimes your trying to push me away" she trailed off
"That's not true Hermione" he said his eyes pleading with her to believe him
"Then why do you do these things?" she asked softly. She allowed him to gently pull her back on his lap, and even permitted him to snake his arms around her waist before he rested a cheek against one shoulder
"I don't know why, at the time they seem funny in my head, and then when I do them I realise how they must seem to you"
"Like what?" she questioned, not wanting to admit that the goose bumps currently gracing her flesh were due to his voice and not the cold air at all
"Well Lavender for instance" he continued gently "I never told you, but she put my hand there – I never wanted to touch her, but then when I saw you looking over I thought it might be funny to make you jealous" she snorted at this, they both knew it hadn't been funny, it had turned fun later on but he was lucky she was ready to forgive him
"And this morning, lying to me about the time, making me think I was late to class?"
"I thought it would be a laugh, you're so cute when you're flustered you know, I tried to call you back before you ran out but your damn quick when you need to be" he chuckled against her back before lifting his head to kiss the side of her neck, making a whole new batch of goose bumps break out along her skin. "So you see 'Mione, I don't do these things to hurt you, I do them without thinking" he concluded
"I suppose I can forgive you" she sighed, "But I swear you make it hard to like you sometimes"
"You don't have to like me, just love me" he replied pulling her around to take her lips in a possessive kiss. Before things could get completely out of hand and she really would be late to charms she pulled away a fraction panting softly.
"We should get going" she breathed
"Do we have to?" he said kissing her lightly again
"Yes" she said in her bossiest head girl voice before slipping off his lap. She finally took note of her appearance and squealed. Draco rolled his eyes and pulled out his wand before muttering a few spells over the both of them making their crisps uniforms appear.
"Well, I'll see you around then Malfoy" she said pecking his cheek before leaving the classroom to get her books.
He smiled and headed off in the opposite direction thinking what a morning it had been.
When Draco arrived at charms Hermione was already in her customary place between the Weasel and Pothead in the third row. Her head rested on her palm and it was rather obvious that she was not paying attention to whatever drivel her two companions were spouting. He grinned knowing that she was thinking about the manner in which she had woken up and found himself reminiscing until Professor Flitwick entered the room his shock of white hair standing on end his squeaky voice commanding silence.
It was heading toward the end of the lesson and Draco realised he had not paid one bit of attention to whatever had been happening, infact he had spent a large portion of the last hour watching the various facial expressions of one Hermione Granger. He particularly liked it when she was so deep in concentration that poked her tongue out of the corner of her mouth, or maybe he liked it when she bit her bottom lip in frustration. Either way he wanted her, he wanted to talk to her and touch her and just be near her, that's when the idea came to him.
He could have patted himself on the back for the sheer brilliance of the idea but that would just look odd. So under the pretence of practicing a new version of Wingardium Leviosa, that was much longer lasting and did not require the users undivided attention he began to cast a rather clever spell on his one true love.
All he had to do was think about doing something to her and she would feel it, like a phantom touch. He tested this out by first by imagining running his fingers along her neck to the place where it met her shoulder. He smirked in satisfaction as she stopped mid movement to tilt her head and shiver delicately in pleasure.
He repeated the movement several times before replacing the touch with his lips and watched as she sat down, looking slightly dazed as he moved lower along the collar of her white shirt. His tongue snaked out to taste her throbbing pulse point and he heard her gasp. He continued to move between her neck and cleavage while imagining setting his hands to work on her breasts which were rising and falling rather rapidly in increasing arousal.
He continued to move lower with both mouth and hands before imagining shifting all together to start at her ankles. She gave an involuntary jump at the shift and looked around in confusion before locking eyes on his smirking face. She scowled at him as he began to worship the little dent behind her knees, caressing her outer thigh. He gave a careless shrug and she went back to staring at the front of the room, pretending great interest in Neville's attempt to help levitate the Professors desk.
He moved his touch higher and higher, bringing his mouth to taste the smooth skin of her inner thigh, he watched as she gasped again, this time gripping the table for support. He continued his journey until he reached those red lace knickers and he had to suppress his own groan as his overactive imagination took flight and he was overwhelmed with memories of her look and taste and smell, so very woman, so very Hermione. He paused briefly softly blowing on the intimate curls before nuzzling the join of her hip and thigh. He watched as she squirmed in her seat.
He saw himself pulling away the lacy fabric and exploring her damp folds with his fingers, he slowly inserted on before with drawing and bringing it back with another, and her knuckles went white at the intrusion. Taking his phantom the next step further he bought his tongue out to taste her, first circling the throbbing bud then sucking it whole into his mouth, this coupled with the deep thrusting made her arch her back, her mouth going slack.
Draco found himself having to shift in his own seat, his pants having become uncomfortably tight as he assaulted her nether lips plunging endlessly bringing her to peak for the third time that day, and all before ten am. He felt a deep satisfaction as she let out a cry of delight, shuddering her release. Nobody seemed to notice as Neville had just dropped the desk right onto Flitwick's foot and a small commotion had ensued. And much like Draco had done the day before in Potions, Hermione let her head drop to the table as she tried to regain her breath.
"Class dismissed" Flitwick squeaked out clutching his foot as Longbottom stood by apologising profusely. Draco rolled his eyes and stood, pulling his robes around him to hide his not-so-little problem. As he left the class room he winked at his lover and laughed as she sent him a death glare that promised untold horrors to come, people began to look at him as if he had lost his marbles but he didn't care he just wandered down the hall humming to himself without a care in the world.
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