Draco woke early the next morning in his large room. He hadn't slept well that night at all. He was in and out of sleep all night and at one point, he had even gone to his bathroom and before he could get to his toilet, he was sick all over his tile floor. He had collapsed there for a few hours, cleaned up the mess when he had woken and dragged himself back to his bed. When he sat up in his bed now, his entire back was sore from sleeping on the floor half the night. His body felt completely drained. Draco knew that he would have to leave his bedroom eventually and work started in a few hours, so he reluctantly got up and walked himself to his shower. As the boiling water eased his back muscles, and he soaped his skull, he let himself think about the events of the previous day. He had actually found Granger attractive. She had come into the Employee's bathroom and the look of surprise on her face was so tempting. He wanted to turn it into a look of pure lust. When she hiccupped, it had taken all his inner strength to not walk over and shag her against the bathroom door. He held it in… that is, until he couldn't any longer. What was wrong with him? How had he let that poor excuse of a wizard fill all of his senses? Draco was no stranger to sexual intercourse. He had had sex for the first time after the Yule Ball with Pansy Parkinson and after that, they had been together a few more times during their fourth year. She was under the false impression that they were dating, but Draco knew exactly what he wanted and a relationship was not on his list. He told her to stop following him around like a little puppy dog. She had screamt at him, of course. She told him that he would regret dropping her. But he most definitely did not. After he dumped Pansy, other girls had come to him. And who was he to refuse? He had given all of them what they had wanted and many had come back for a second or third time. But once they got clingy and demanding, he dropped them too. What had happened to casual sex, no strings attached? God, he hated woman. They were all so emotional. If there was one thing Draco hated more than commitment, it was expressing his feelings. At a young age, Draco's father, Lucious had taught him that Malfoys do not express emotions. Draco was taught to close himself off from any type of feelings. Feeling was a sign of weakness and vulnerability. And even though Draco's father was now rotting away in Azkaban, and Draco could care less about him, he had stuck to his teachings. But Draco had never chased anyone before. He never had to since all the girls were so willing. Sure, in the past, when he had needed release, he had gone to find someone to help him, but it had never come to the point where he was forcing himself on someone. He thought back to last night… He was the one that had come onto Granger. And she was the one that had pushed him away before it got too heated. He knew that she would probably have kept going, but he couldn't help but feel rejected. This entire situation was completely fucked. What would his father say if he found out about this? What would his mother say? What would the kids at school say? Maybe Draco would shag Granger out of his system. Maybe tonight, after work, he would call up Daphne or Astoria Greengrass to help him out. Who knew, maybe he would even call both of them. As Draco stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his midsection, he couldn't help but reminisce about the way Granger's lips had felt against his.
When Draco arrived at work that morning, his mask was on. If you looked at him, you wouldn't think that he was frustrated or that he had thrown up twice, last night and this morning before work. You would think that he was casually going to work on an ordinarily boring day. He was secretly relieved that Granger hadn't arrived at work yet and as soon as he let Gabriel know that he had arrived and put on his work tie, Draco immediately began work. He looked calm and collected, but on the inside, he was bouncing up and down. He hated that he was feeling this way. He hated this feeling of unease. And more than anything, he hated that she was the one that was creating these feelings within him. Draco was explaining to Tiffany, the Chef, what the family at table 7 had ordered and when he had turned around to get her three tomatoes from the refrigerated room in the back, he spotted Granger. She was in the process of pulling her work tie around her neck. She looked so flustered and impatient when she couldn't get it. Draco couldn't help but stop for a minute to look her up and down. She wore the black button down shirt that all the employees had to wear. It was tight against her chest and torso and she had tucked it into her jeans. Draco imagined loosening the tie around her neck and unbuttoning her shirt to reveal some cleavage. He walked away from the scene before she could catch him looking. As he grabbed two perfectly ripe tomatoes and brought them back to Tiffany, he thought: You know what… Fuck blood purity and fuck appearances. I'm Draco Malfoy and I get what I want. So if want to shag the living daylights out of Granger, then I will.
Hermione succeeded in avoiding Malfoy throughout most of the morning. When Lunch time came around, she went out for her break. However, today, instead of eating a sandwich like she did yesterday, she exited the sandwich shop and walked across the street to buy herself a cup of tea to ease her headache. She sat at a vacant table and tried to clear her head. She was three days into summer vacation and it was already looking down for her. As if her original problems weren't bad enough, they were now intensified by Malfoy. She hated him with a passion. Hermione was the smartest witch of their age, but she wasn't experienced at all when it came to sex. Sure, she had had a thing with Viktor in her forth year. They had snogged a few times, but he had liked her more than she had liked him and that threw their relationship off balance. They had agreed to remain friends. Of all the people Hermione thought she would be snogging, she would never have guessed that Malfoy would be in the selection. Even though she had told herself that she didn't need Harry or Ron anymore and that she could be independent, she couldn't help but wonder what they would think about this whole scenario. They would most likely be disgusted. She knew that Ron would never speak to her again. But fuck Ron. It wasn't as if he spoke to her anymore anyways. Would he even care if he found out? Probably not. He'd be too busy with Lavender to worry about her. Life stinks.
With twenty minutes left of her break, Hermione left The Coffee Shoppe. She went to sit on a bench behind the sandwich shop so that she was completely out of sight. Damn, she really needed a cigarette right now. Last summer, she had bought a pack with her next door neighbor, William. They were the same age and were practically born together, though they never talked during the year. Anyways, the cigarettes had always helped her calm down. William and Hermione had a lot of fun together, keeping it a secret from their parents. Despite what everyone at Hogwarts thought about Hermione, even she stepped out of line sometimes when she was feeling rebellious.
Right on queue, Malfoy turned around in the corner and found Hermione sitting there. She looked up at him with a sneer. "What do you want?" she said loudly, her tone suggested a warning behind her words.
"I just came to talk" Malfoy said, raising two hands up, innocently.
Everything about Hermione's demeanor from the way she was holding her body rigidly to the way she was looking at him said one thing: GO AWAY. But, Malfoy being Malfoy he decided to take it as an invitation to sit down besides her. Hermione moved over to get some personal space. "How can I help you?" She asked gloomily.
Malfoy chuckled darkly. "Would you really like me to answer that?" It took Hermione a moment to understand what he meant, but when it clicked in her head, she sprang to her feet.
"You are the most disgusting, most vile, poorest excuse for a human being…." She went on ranting about everything that she hated about Malfoy and he calmly listened until she was out of breath. "Say something!" She said heatedly, her hands balling into fists at her sides.
The corners of his mouth turned up. "I sense that there's something that is making you upset…" He said matter-of-factly.
Hermione's cheeks warmed as her blood rushed to her face in anger. "I'm a pacifist." She said, trying to speak calmly. "If I wasn't I would have hit you a long time ago."
And at that, Malfoy actually laughed. She had never seen him laugh and if she hadn't been so angry, she would have thought that his laugh was very appealing. "arggh!" she groaned, stomping her foot in anger. She waited until his laughter died down before she muttered "I hate you"
"Really? Because last night, it seemed to me like you were actually enjoying my presence." He said the remains of laughter on his face.
Now Hermione's face was a shade of crimson. "It seemed to me that you were enjoying it more than I was." She said venomously.
Malfoy laughed again. "Can you blame me?" He said, looking deep in her eyes. "You're not so bad looking."
Hermione was now flustered. "You've been teasing me about the way I look nonstop since first year and all of a sudden you change your mind?" she paused and before he could get a word out, she put up her hand to stop him. "Don't answer that… I'm having enough issues as it is and I'd really appreciated if you stayed away from me." She said before turning the corner back to reality.
That night after Hermione had tucked Alexander into his bed, read him a bedtime story, and gave him a goodnight kiss; she put her sleep clothes on and got under her own covers and for the first time in a long time, she let a few tears stream down her face. Hermione wasn't the type of girl that cried about stupid things like boys, but at the moment she felt so hopeless that she allowed herself to cry, just this once. Everything was going wrong for her.
The next week at work was exhausting. Everyday, Hermione would start work at ten in the morning and end at seven in the evening. Gabriel still hadn't found more waiters, so her shift lasted all day and frankly, she wasn't sure if she could take another week. She wasn't sure that she had it in her to continue smiling at all of the customers everyday, when she wanted to do the opposite of smile. She was sick of being nice and sweet. She needed to punch something. She knew that it wasn't okay for her to take all her frustrations out on the job, but she couldn't help it. She had no other way to release her anger.
On Wednesday she had gotten a beefy woman as a customer. She asked ten questions about each sandwich and in the end she bought four sandwiches all to herself. "Is that all?" Hermione snapped at the lady through narrowed eyes.
The lady looked up at her and said "Is that a fat joke?" Gabriel had to drag her away from the table before the cat fight could start. He took her to her office and gave her a talk.
"Hermione, I've been noticing that you've been in a really bad mood ever since you got off school." He told her. When she didn't answer he continued. "Your bad attitude is affecting everyone around you, including me… If you have a reason for all this anger, then take it out on the original source. That lady didn't do anything to you. She simply ordered her sandwiches."
Hermione didn't answer him. When she left his office, she had the urge to crawl somewhere where she could be alone and burst into tears. But she didn't. She had no reason to feel sorry for herself. If anything, she should be feeling sorry for the poor lady who she had just insulted. She hated the way she was behaving and she wanted to change it, but she couldn't. She couldn't change her attitude because she had no idea why she had an attitude in the first place. Of course there was the Ron situation. But when she actually thought about it, she had blown it way out of proportion. Ron could spend time with whoever he wanted to. She couldn't control him. Then there was the Malfoy situation. And that's when she realized that her attitude, her anger, it was all coming from one source. She was angry at herself. She was angry at herself that she couldn't be enough for Ron. She was angry at herself because everyone had chosen others over her. Even her two best friends. She was angry at herself because no one in this world seemed to appreciate her. She was angry at herself because she had allowed Draco Malfoy to kiss her because for a second, she thought that it would make her feel better about herself. Instead it just made her feel ten times worse. It made her hate herself even more. And now she loathed herself because of the way she had been treating everyone around her.
Malfoy had respected what she had asked of him behind the shop and he gave her space.
Saturday while cleaning the plates off of table six, Hermione's name had been called at table nine. "Just a second" she said, quickly setting the dishware in the large sink and speeding back out to get to the table. She took her note pad out of her pocket and clicked her pen before looking up and saying. "Hi, how can I help you?" There were two girls sitting at the table Two girls who looked very familiar to Hermione.
"Hermione! It has been too long" The blonde girl said, while the brunette snorted under her breath in appreciation.
Hermione suddenly recognized them. "Dianna, Chelsea… It has been too long." She said stiffly. Those two girls had gone to school with her from first grade up until she went to Hogwarts. They had been among the girls who had bullied her all those years. She hadn't seen them for a good three years. "What would you like to order?"
"Hold on a second, slow down. We haven't seen you for years; tell us about your new school. Do you have friends?" Dianna asked humorously.
"I'd love to stay and chat, but I have a lot of tables to get to, so if you could tell me what you'd like-"
Dianna cut her off mid-sentence. "I remember you were always such a freak. Always sitting in the back of the classroom with a book." Dianna boasted. Hermione opened her mouth to say something but then closed it again. She felt humiliated.
"Are there any other waiters? There was a really cute one when I was here last week." Chelsea said. Hermione wanted more than anything to tell those girls off. To tell them that they had no right talking to her like that. But at the moment, she felt too weak to produce any words. She turned around to walk away and heard them snickering behind her. Hermione went to the kitchen in the back of the shop out of eye sight and threw her notepad and pen across the room in anger. She was shaking. She looked over to the other end of the kitchen and saw a blonde head disappear into the Employee's Only restroom. Her self-confidence was currently on a dangerously low and she needed something to help her boost it up. She didn't care about the consequences. She hurried to the door in which Malfoy had disappeared and got inside.
Draco Malfoy was in the Employee's Only restroom, washing his hands, when the door opened violently and in came Granger. Draco gasped underneath his breath and not because Granger had just interrupted him in the bathroom, again. No, he gasped because he had never seen Hermione Granger look so broken. Her eyes were red with unshed tears, her face was pink, the way her eyebrows furrowed. He had seen her angry many times before, but he had never seen this side of Granger. As soon as her eyes connected with his, she closed the space between them. She grabbed him by the shirt and brought him down until her lips smashed into his. His back hit the wall as she continued to devour his mouth. Draco was confused to say the least. He could tell that she was putting all of her angst into this kiss. After a minute of hesitation, he decided: ah, what the hell? He had been wanting to that for the past two weeks. Why did it matter what her reasons were for throwing herself at him? So he slung his arms around her waist and brought her closer to him. His tongue rubbed against hers and Hermione was suddenly tugging at his shirt, trying to bring it up out of his pants. Draco was surprised by this gesture. He had thought that Hermione Granger was a total prude. But he didn't stop to ask. He didn't care much. He withdrew his arms from around her waist so that he could help her with his shirt. Once it was loose and out of his pants, she brought her hands underneath it to feel his stomach. She drew her hands up from his toned abs to his shoulders. Their tongues were still joined when Hermione started to unbutton his shirt. He helped her out by loosening his tie and throwing it to the ground. There lips parted while she was working on his buttons and Draco moved down to kiss her neck. He grabbed her hair and took out the hair tie. He liked it better when it was down. He was sucking on her collarbone and she was moaning. Fuck he loved that sound! When his shirt was laying on the floor along with his tie, Hermione looked down at his body, tracing his muscles with her small fingers. They were both breathing hard. Draco brought her shirt out of her pants in one swift tug and he unbuttoned it. It had taken him half the time it took her out of experience. When her purple brassier was exposed, Draco looked up at Hermione. She nodded in response and he started kissing the top of her breasts, As he made his way closer to the lining of the bra, his hands went to her back to unclasp it. He removed it from her and threw it to the floor also. Now her Breasts were exposed to him. And she was a bit shy. She moved her arms over them, covering herself, but Draco looked in her eyes.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of…" He told her. "You're perfect" and he swiftly took her arms and put them at her sides before her bent his head and put one of her nipples in his mouth while stroking the other one. Hermione grabbed his hair and moaned in response so he continued, switching his mouth over the other one.
"Oh, Malfoy!" She moaned, her head resting against the wall behind her, and her back arching. Draco continued using his tongue but he moved his hands to caress her stomach. One of his hands reached lower and he started to unbutton her jeans, but then she brought her hands down to stop him. He straightened his back and looked at her with lust-filled eyes.
"I'll make you feel good," He said in a husky tone. She looked worried, so he reached for his wand in his shirt pocket on the floor and stood back up. "I can cast a contraceptive spell." He offered. And she nodded, so he pointed his wand at her stomach and muttered some kind of incantation. Then he went back to kissing her neck while his skilled fingers unbuttoned her jeans. He let her slide her jeans off while he unbuckled his own belt and she helped him with his pants. Hermione was standing in her underwear and Draco was standing in his boxers. "Are you sure you want this?" Draco made himself ask to avoid any misunderstandings. When she nodded, he captured her lips again in a heated kiss. His hand was playing with the elastic of her panties He slid his fingers under them. He could feel her arousal. He gently massaged her clit with his thumb while searching for her opening with his pointer fingers. When he found it, and slowly entered her with his long finger, she moaned into his mouth and grabbed him by the hair, pressing him closer to her. After a minute of further stimulation, when she was reaching her peak, Draco removed his hand from her and stepped back.
Now it was her eyes that held all the lust. She put both hands on his shoulders and brought him back to her for another kiss. He kissed her back but they separated quickly so that she could take her panties off. Hermione helped Draco with his boxers, and once they were both completely naked, Draco crushed her against the wall. He gave her a few more kisses before his lips trailed down to her neck. He left kisses all along her jaw line down to her collarbone and then to where her neck connected with her shoulder. Hermione moaned and pushed him closer to her, trying to show him what she wanted. Their eyes met for an instant and she nodded. Draco placed one more kiss on her lips before he started at her opening. He held her eyes as he pushed into her. She whimpered in pain and he stopped halfway in.
"No, keep going." She said, closing her eyes tightly. When he pushed in further, she winced again, but didn't say anything So Draco pushed his full length inside of her and then stopped to catch his breath. Man, this felt great. She was so tight. All he wanted was to thrust in and out of her until he would reach his climax, but he knew that he couldn't do that. He could tell that she was having a hard time adjusting to having his member inside of her. She took a few calming breathes before opening her eyes again. He slowly pushed halfway out and back in, shuddering. He did that a few more times, going in a faster pace each time and soon, Hermione met his thrusts, arching her back and digging her nails into his back in ecstasy. Draco leaned forward to bite her neck in the place where he had left a mark earlier. That drove her to her release and as her walls came clasping tightly around him, he released into her. They stood there for a moment trying to catch their breaths. Draco's arm was on the wall, supporting him. When they're breathing slowed, Draco pulled out of her and went to fetch his clothes from the floor and Hermione followed after him, wanting to cover up her exposed figure.
They dressed in silence and once Draco was finished he cleared his throat "I should get back…" And with that, he left her in the bathroom. Hermione finished tucking her shirt in and went to the sink to look in the mirror. Her lips were puffy and red, her eyes large and alert. Her hair was messy and she quickly put it up in a bun, and bent down to wash her face. She looked back up at her reflection and jolted to the toilet, before she could stop herself, she threw up.
She had gone into the bathroom after Malfoy with the intentions of making herself feel a little better. But now, she felt worse than ever. As she flushed the toilet and stood back up on shaking knees, it hit her. She had just given her virginity to Draco Malfoy in the bathroom of her work place. The same bathroom that she had used when she was a little kid. In her Uncle's sandwich shop. With Draco Malfoy. She shivered.
Once she had composed herself and straightened her clothes, Hermione mustered the strength to walk out of the restroom. She glanced up and saw that Malfoy had gone to take table nine's order. Dianna was touching his upper arm, and Chelsea and her where giggling.
Hermione tore her eyes away from them and walked into Gabriel's office feeling very weak. Gabriel was sitting behind his desk looking at some papers. "Gabriel, I don't feel well." She said hurriedly.
"What's wrong?" He asked getting up from his seat in concern.
"I'm just feeling really light headed…" She said holding her breath to avoid being sick again.
"Alright, go home and rest. I'll take your place" He said, straightening his papers.
Once Hermione was out of the sandwich shop and away from curious eyes, she threw herself on the sidewalk and cried. But this time it wasn't just a few tears that escaped her eyes. No, this time, she cried so hard that she had to clutch the stitch at her side. Every sob shook her whole body and they were uncontrollable. She couldn't stop.
I hope you guys liked this chapter. I put this one out a day after the first chapter. However, I'm flying to the states for summer vacation next week, so I don't know when the next chapter will come out. Hopefully soon, but don't worry, I'm going to spend a lot of time brainstorming ideas. It would also be really nice if you guys could like me a review on your opinion. What I should do with the story, how I could change it. I need your opinions. Thanks