United Payback

Bent over double and gripping the back of the couch for support Hermione loved the feeling of being thrust into almost violently as Draco staked his claim on a body that already belonged to him in so many ways. Grunting his pleasure as he drove into her moist opening over and over again he felt his own body begin to tense up but willed himself to last just a little longer, to draw out the pleasure as much as he could.

Shifting the hand that held a shapely hip in an almost painful grip he leaned over her body and began to stroke her throbbing bud, revelling in the gasps and moans she granted him at the increased sensations. He continued to pleasure her as his hips became a thrusting blur and he finally allowed his control to slip, feeling her muscles tighten around his engorged shaft as she too came closer to release.

Using his other hand to grip her hair he pulled her head back and slanted his mouth over hers greedily taking all he could of the witch under him. With a hoarse shout he felt a great heat and then nothing but unbelievably pleasurable spasms as he spent. He felt her arch up underneath him before she too plunged over the edge, milking him for all he was worth.

He collapsed on top of her as they both stood shaking and panting. He closed his eyes and inhaled the citrus smell of her hair before gently kissing the back of her neck and helping her to stand. Leading her into the shared bathroom he turned on the shower faucets and held her still shaking form as the water heated. Stepping in he let her under first before taking her place allowing the water to wash away the sweat and musky essence of the last few hours of lovemaking.

He hadn't intended on taking her so many times nor on the couch, but she had just looked so adorable – like a sleepy kitten – when she had walked in from her rounds and Ronald Weasley's accusations that he was using her triggered something off in his brain. The need to possess her had come upon him like a lighting bolt and nothing could have stopped him from taking her right then and there.

He could see how much he had exhausted her as he smoothed a soapy wash cloth across her collar bone and down one shoulder, the dark rings under her closed eyes made him feel a little guilty. He made quick work of washing her then his own body and when he twisted the taps and led her out of the shower stall she didn't even open her eyes.

Drying them both off he also noticed the faint red marks on her hips and breasts and neck where he had either nibbled or gripped her too hard and he felt another pang of guilt. He was only pulled from his musing when he realised she was fast asleep where she stood so he gently picked her up and deposited her in his bed before climbing in behind her and held her gently to his chest. Sleep soon claimed him too.

Hermione woke up alone the next morning. She came too groggily and reached out toward the other side of the bed feeling for Draco's familiar warmth but it just wasn't there. Frowning she sat up and pushed her hair from her face looking curiously around but it soon became obvious that he was not even in their dorm. Figuring he must have left for breakfast already she got out of bed and padded across to her room to get ready for the day.

She was sitting on her bed rolling her stockings up her leg when someone entered the dorm. Thinking it was Draco she quickly slipped on her shoes and went out to greet him, only it wasn't Draco it was Ginny and she wasn't looking too pleased.

"What's this I hear about you and the Ferret boy?" she demanded crossing her arms over her chest and tapping a foot in a way that would have put Mrs Weasley to shame.

"You mean what Colin said? I explained all that yesterday Gin" Hermione said picking up her red headband off the floor where Draco had thrown it the night before and moving into the bathroom, the irate red head followed.

"I know what you said yesterday but Harry says it was all an act and that what Colin printed was true. I thought we were friends Hermione, I thought we shared these kinds of things" it took Hermione a moment to realise that her actions had hurt the youngest Weasley.

"Did Harry also explain why we kept it a secret?" she asked gently looking at the other girl through the mirrors reflection, she saw her eyes drop to the floor and her whole demeanour change now that she was hearing straight from the horse's mouth.

"Well yes he did mention something about losing your position as head girl and it going on your permanent record. But still you could have told me"

"Draco and I decided not to tell anyone, but I'm sorry that I kept things from you. Believe me there were times where I was so happy I just wanted to share it with someone, especially you, but I couldn't"

"So he really does make you happy then?" Ginny asked faintly

"Yes, I love him" she simply replied. Half expecting Ginny to turn away in disgust she was completely taken off guard when the girl broke out into a smile.

"Well hurry up then, you have to tell me all the details on the way to breakfast – leave nothing out!" she said excitedly and Hermione smiled back at the enthusiasm secretly thrilled that one of her closest friends supported her.

Hermione and Ginny spoke animatedly on the way to the Great Hall but changed the conversation once they entered and took up spots on the Gryffindor table. Harry greeted her warmly whereas Ron didn't say a word, obviously still upset about their discussion the night before.

She was just helping herself to a fruit platter when the noise level in the hall suddenly dropped. A loud 'meeeep' brought her head up with the rest of the student body and all turned to stare at a very … interesting sight indeed.

There stood Colin Creevey just inside the entrance to the great hall in pink tutu, his hair in pigtails and what appeared to be drag queen make-up obscuring his horrified features. The boy was trying to push down the skirt to cover himself better but it was all in vain and when he turned to run back out of the hall he was dumped with an unknown sticky substance that coated him from head to foot before pink feathers began raining down on him.

The hall watched in stunned silence as the boy tried to run again but slid in the unknown substance and he fell with another 'meeeep' his legs stuck up in the air his arms flat by his sides. The Slytherins were the first to begin laughing hysterically, closely followed by the cackles from Ravenclaw then the giggles from Hufflepuff and even his own house couldn't help chuckling at the boys expense. Hermione was one of very few who were not laughing, after all she had wanted the boy to pay but public humiliation was not the way to go in her opinion. She looked over to the Slytherin table and noticed that Draco was obviously thinking the same thing. They had wanted to deal with Creevey privately.

Looking at his companions she saw Blaise pocket his wand and wink in her direction but not at her, instead it was directed at Harry who was also stealthily hiding his wand in the folds of his robes. Draco hadn't missed this exchange either and raised a brow in her direction before shrugging his shoulder, clearly as baffled as she was about the rare show of house unity.

Dumbledore's booming voice soon cut through the laughter and the teachers hurried to help the poor sixth year who was now sobbing. Draco stood and so did Hermione – it seemed they would be missing classes that morning to do their duties as Head students. She sighed and followed the group of outraged teachers toward the infirmary secretly elated thrilled Colin Creevey had got what was coming to him, not that she would ever admit it out loud, but she didn't think he would be printing anymore rumours for a long time.

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