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A/N: Look at me updating so quickly! I'm trying y'all, I really am :) Thanks so much to those of you who have been reviewing. I had seriously considered just stopping this story all together but the few of you who actually reviewed have kept me going. Thank you! Just a little heads up- I know I said that the last chapter was the one that made me change the rating, but this chapter really earned it. So, consider yourself warned.
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"I know, Ginny, and I'm sorry. It just seems easier this way. It won't have to be this big ordeal." I said, once again pleading my case for why she should be the one to let the huge cat out of the bag.
"But Hermione, everyone is going to think I'm a terrible friend… that I betrayed you. Especially after I didn't talk to you forever, everybody is going to think I'm just awful." She looked so worried that I almost told her to forget it, but I couldn't do that. Now that I had the idea in my head, this seemed like the only way.
"But we will know the truth, Ginny. Besides, you don't have to go around whispering about me in the corridors. Just act like you said something accidentally." I shrugged, trying to make it seem simple, but I knew she wasn't going to see it that way.
"How could I do that?" She asked, her voice raising slightly "No one even talks about you anymore, who's going to bring you up?"
She was right of course, no one even thought about me at all, except maybe Harry and Ron. Even though they still weren't speaking to me, I did occasionally catch them looking at me when they thought I couldn't see.
And that's when the light bulb above my head lit up.
"Ginny.. that's it!" I exclaimed, grinning at her.
"What's it?" She asked, confusion written all over her face.
"I was just thinking, and I figured it out. You just have to tell Harry and Ron. If they don't bring me up, you do it for them. They are bound to say something about how much I've changed, or about me and Draco being friends and you can just tell them. No one will blame you for telling your brother and boyfriend- especially not when they used to be my best friends. You just have to tell them when there are a lot of people around, because you know Ron will completely explode. And- bam! Everyone knows by morning." I smiled again, practically giddy that it could be so easy.
I was already sitting in Defense Against the Dark Arts when Draco walked in. I decided to live a little dangerously and smile at him when he looked at me. What did it matter? Everyone would know soon enough anyway. Ginny had agreed to tell Harry and Ron sometime tonight, so all I had to do was be out of Gryffindor tower until I was sure everyone was in bed. That wouldn't be too hard… I had somewhere else to be anyway.
Draco smiled back at me, but raised his eyebrow in confusion. I normally looked at my books or the floor when he walked in. I looked around the room to see what my chances of being seen were, and decided they were slim to none. There were still a few minutes left until class, and most everyone stayed out in the hall talking until they absolutely had to come in. The few students who were in the classroom were talking quietly or studying.
Quickly, I took out a small piece of parchment and wrote "Meet me at 8 o'clock. I have a surprise for you." Then, I took out another piece of parchment, scrunched it up in a ball, and walked to the front of the classroom to throw it away. On my way, I dropped the note in front of Draco as I walked past his table.
The rest of the day, I felt nervous and excited at the same time. I knew that as soon as everyone found out about me and Draco everything would change, and I just hoped that the change in our relationship would be for the better. I kept trying to imagine what the next few days would be like, but it was always different. Sometimes I would envision us sitting together in class and everyone in the room staring at us as the professor lectured. Other times, I would imagine that we walked through the halls holding hands and no one even noticed we were there. Then, I would picture us walking into the dining hall together and people throwing food at us. They all seemed pretty extreme, but as this point nothing would really shock me.
I ate my supper in a hurry, eager to be finished. Ginny and I sat beside each other but neither of us said much. Nothing we needed to talk about could be said at the dinner table. When I said that I was going to go catch up on some homework and announced, more loudly than necessary so that everyone around would hear, that I might be in really late, Ginny nudged me under the table and smiled.
I went to Gryffindor tower first, and up to my room. I stood in front of the floor-length mirror that hung on the back of my closet door, and contemplated whether I should change into jeans or keep my skirt on. I wanted to look good, but I didn't want it to seem like I was trying too hard. In the end, I decided on keeping my skirt on, but I shortened it by a couple of inches and smoothed the wrinkles and creases out with magic. I changed out of my button up shirt and replaced it with a simple, three-quarter length white top. Then, I magically smoothed my hair out, brushed my teeth, took one last look in the mirror, and left.
I arrived in front of the Room of Requirement almost half an hour before I had asked Draco to meet me. I wasn't quite sure what it was that I wanted, so I didn't know what to ask for. I ran a few ideas through my mind, and then dismissed each one in turn. Nothing seemed quite right. Finally, I decided to keep it simple with, "I need somewhere that Draco and I can be together" and hoped against hope that the Room of Requirement could read between the lines.
I walked through the door and smiled. The room was small, but beautiful. Hundreds of soft, glowing candles floated above my head, covering the room in a warm, dim light. Against the back wall was a bed larger than any I had ever seen, covered in white and gold silk bedding and several oversized pillows. Draped around the bed was a beautiful shear golden canopy. It swirled gracefully around the tall posters of the bed and puddled on the floor.
I walked across the small room to the fireplace that was nestled in the wall adjacent to the bed and tapped it with my wand. Instantly, a small fire appeared, casting the room in a deep, golden glow. I kicked my shoes off and sat them near the fire place, rolling my socks up beside them.
I curled my toes in the thick, plush carpet and smiled. Looking around the room, I took a deep breath. So, this was it. Just as the butterflies started really fluttering in my stomach, the door opened slowly and Draco walked in, looking around.
"Hi" He said, looking slightly perplexed as he continued to look around.
"Hi." I said as I looked him up and down with what I hoped was subtlety. I would never tell him so, his ego definitely didn't need any stroking, but I could spend hours just staring at him…. his pale blond hair fell messily in his eyes in a way I was sure his mother wouldn't approve of, his mouth that seemed to curve up in an easy smirk without him even thinking about it, the way his body never looked awkward- even just standing still he looking totally confident, perfectly at ease.
I smiled at him and walked towards him slowly. When I was standing just a couple of inches away from him, he reached his hand out to me, pushing a strand of hair out of my eyes and smiled.
"What's all this?"
"I told you I had a surprise for you."
"Oh, this is the surprise?" He asked, teasingly "That you have grown tired of sitting on the floor with me?"
I chuckled softly and kissed him lightly on the mouth.
"Not at all." I said, shaking my head "And this really isn't the surprise… more like the backdrop."
I smirked at him and he eyed me carefully. He took my wrist in his hand and made a show of looking up the sleeves of my shirt.
"I don't see anything… but there's something up there, I know it."
I smiled coyly and turned away from him, walking toward the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed and reached out for him. He walked towards me, stopping only when his legs hit the bed. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to mine. I kissed him firmly and slowly, enveloping his lips with mine and massaging his tongue with my own.
I leaned back on the bed, pulling him down with me and pulled myself further up so that we were both completely on the bed. He looked at me, still a hint of questioning in his eyes, before he leaned towards me, capturing my mouth with his.
And, God, could that boy kiss. It never failed to surprise me how easily he took my breath away, how quickly my mind went to mush and my heart started to run out of control. Would I ever get used to the reactions he brought out in my body?
I shiver ran down my back as his hand tickled across my stomach. I pulled my arms down away from his neck and rested my hands at his waist. I slid my hands up the sides of his torso, pulling his shirt with me. He pulled his mouth away from mine reluctantly, and allowed me to remove his shirt completely.
I smirked at him, if it were up to me he would never wear a shirt. I trailed my fingers along his chest, down his stomach and into the waist of his jeans. I heard him inhale sharply as my hand found its way just inside the band of his boxers. He was watching me very carefully, probably wondering what had gotten in to me.
He didn't wonder about it for long. Before I knew it, his mouth was back on mine, firmer and quicker this time. His lips crushed against mine as his tongue swept around my mouth. I sighed in contentment and kissed him back eagerly. Again, it was like I couldn't get enough of him. My lips couldn't press against his hard enough. I couldn't feel his body against mine closely enough. I pressed my hand against the small of his back and pulled myself closer to him, curving my body around his. My back was arched slightly off the bed, and he took the opportunity to easily slide his hand in the back of my shirt. He ran his fingers slowly up and down my spine, causing me to shudder. His kisses became more feverish as my hands tightened on his body.
He quickly pulled my shirt up off my head and started lying quick, light kisses all along my throat, shoulder, collar bone and chest. He then trailed kisses down the inside of my arms, and I felt as if my entire body had gone limp. He captured both of my wrists and pinned them above my head in one hand. He stared down at me, his dark eyes piercing through my own, and leaned down towards my body once again.
He mouth came down between my rib cage and he began kissing me up and down my stomach. His tongue dipped into my naval and I squirmed underneath him, holding my breath. He looked up at me and smirked before releasing my wrists and rolling over onto his back, bringing me with him so that I was on top of him, my legs straddling his. I planted my hands on either side of his head and kissed him, first on the for head, then on his chin, and finally on his throat. I kissed him along the crook of his neck, and then up to his ear. I nibbled lightly on his earlobe and heard him groan slightly. I smiled to myself and brought my mouth around to meet his. I kissed him slowly, and passionately, trying to memorize how each movement felt. No matter what happened, I never wanted to forget how this felt.
His arms came around me and quickly unfastened the hooks of my bra and pulled it off of me. Then, in one smooth movement, he rolled us back over so that he was, once again, hovering above me. He kissed me once on the lips, and then moved down to my breasts. He put his mouth around one of my nipples and sucked it slowly, lightly rolling his tongue around the tip. I exhaled slowly and pulled my hands up from where they had been lying limply at my side. I rested my left hand on his shoulder and curled my right hand around the front of his jeans. I flicked my wrist, undoing the button and slowly pulled the zipper down. I brought my other hand down and was tugging at the top of his jeans, attempted to pull them down when seemed to realize what I was doing, and much to my frustration, pulled his mouth away from my breast and looked at me. I groaned in protest and looked up at him, pouting.
"Hermione" He said, breathlessly, clearly trying to regain control "We should stop."
I was shaking my head before he was even finished speaking.
"Shhhh" I said, putting my finger against his lips. "I don't want to stop. Not this time."
He looked at me quizzically, and I took the opportunity to push him off of me, so that he was on his knees in front of me. I sat up, and pulled myself up on my knees, as well. Keeping my eyes on his, I reached behind me and unzipped my skirt, allowing it to fall down around my hips. He continued to stare at me, as if he was completely transfixed. I took his hand in mine and laid down, pulling him down over me. Once I was sure he wasn't going to fall down on top of me, I took my hand out of his and hooked both thumbs in the band of my skirt. I arched myself up off the bed slightly, and eased the skirt out from under me, pulling it down off my hips, around my knees, and finally kicking it off completely.
Draco allowed his eyes to roam over my nearly-naked figure once before closing his eyes and shaking his head.
"This is your last chance--" He started, but I cut him off.
"Shhh" I said again. "I have what I've been waiting for. I know that this is real, and tomorrow everyone will know." I smiled up at him softly "I don't need to wait anymore, and I don't want to."
No sooner had I finished speaking than his lips were on mine again, and his hands were everywhere. I ran my fingers through his hair and cupped the back of his neck with my left hand. With my right, I once again, attempted to pull his jeans off of him. He took the hint this time, and pushed himself up slowly. I leaned up slightly and watched his lean figure move in the candle light. He stood up beside the bed and stepped out of his shoes and then his jeans. He stood there for a moment, in the soft glow of the fire and candles, as we looked at each other. I bit my lip as my eyes raked over his body. Every single inch of him was perfect. At least… every inch that I could see.
As if he could read my mind, he smirked coyly at me and leaned over the bed as far as he could and kissed me. I kissed him back and before long my thoughts didn't exist any more. I barely even noticed him sliding my knickers down my legs, tossing to them to the floor along with our other clothes. He pulled himself back on the bed, only breaking the kiss for a second.
After a couple of minutes, I broke away from him to breathe and stared up at the ceiling, trying to form a coherent thought. I felt as if every inch of my body was alive. I could practically feel my skin cells crawling. Draco ran his fingers from my throat, down between my breasts, and over my stomach. I felt something in the pit of my stomach tighten. I inhaled sharply, and clenched my legs tighter together.
He looked at me for a moment before bringing his hand down lower, down past the barrier of soft, curly hair. He ran his fingers along the inside of my thigh, causing me to part my legs slightly. He brought his mouth down over mine and I groaned inwardly as he placed one of his legs between mine, spreading my legs further apart. He kissed me slowly at first, running his tongue along my bottom lip and then dipping it lightly into my mouth, only to pull it out again. Teasing me. No sooner had I realized that did I realize I was wrong. Not teasing me, distracting me.
His hand was running lightly up and down along the inside of my thigh, and just as I realized what he was doing, he spread my wet fold apart and slowly pushed one finger inside of me. I whimpered softly, barely allowing myself to believe how good that one simple movement felt. It was as if that was what I had been wanting for so long, without even realizing it. My whole body seemed to tense and relax all at once as he pulled his finger back out and then pushed it back in again. He continued to kiss me- softly and slowly as he pressed his thumb against the small little nub above where his finger continued to move in and out. I gasped slightly and then groaned out loud as he started making tiny little circles with his thumb. My legs parted instinctively, and all I could think was "please don't let him stop."
My head fell back slowly and his mouth traveled down my neck and made its way to my breast. He kissed along the rim of my nipple, and darted his tongue across the tip quickly. I shuddered as I felt another of his fingers enter me, joining the other in its rhythm. I tensed around his fingers, my tight body not used to the intrusion.
His thumb continued to make small circles around the button between my folds and I wiggled underneath him. The knot in the pit of my stomach tightened again and I felt small shudders started running down my spine. I moaned softly and opened my eyes to see him looking at me. He pulled his fingers out of me slowly and removed his boxer shorts. Never moving his eyes from my own, he positioned himself between my legs and I took a deep breath. I could feel his hardness against me as he leaned down and whispered lightly in my ear "This is going to hurt". I nodded slowly and took a deep breath.
He sucked lightly on my ear lobe before bringing his mouth around to mine. He kissed me smoothly as he pulled my arms around and braced them around his neck. He kissed me once more before moving his mouth around to my neck. He kissed me where my neck met my shoulders and then bit down just as he pushed himself into me.
I could feel my inner walls trying to push him out, and I couldn't blame them. His fingers had just felt uncomfortable but this hurt. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, trying not to let him know how badly this hurt. He planted soft, light kisses all over my face- across my nose and eye lids, down my cheeks, on the corner of my mouth, before kissing me soundly on the lips.
Otherwise, he didn't move. He seemed to be trying very hard not to move inside me, and briefly it occurred to me that it must have been difficult for him. Once the initial sting had gone away, I looked up at him and for just a second I forgot that I was in pain. Seeing him there, hovering above me in the dim, golden, glow, I remembered how badly I had wanted this. I smiled up at him softly and nodded. He kissed me again and pushed the rest of his length inside of me…. And the stinging was back. I hooked my leg around his waist, desperate to do anything to make it feel better.
He still didn't move, but ran his fingers lightly across my left nipple. He pinched and pulled at it softly, causing me to groan despite the tightness between my legs. He brought his mouth down on my other nipple and bit softly, causing my back to arch. As I moved, I felt a burst of tingles run across my body. Curious, I shifted myself slightly again.
Encouraged by my movement, Draco began thrusting slowly, pulling himself out and then back in and he continued to tweak my nipples. Electric sparks started running through my body, starting where he was thrusting in and out of me. I began moving with him, rising up towards him and he came down on me.
"You're. So. Tight." He said through clenched teeth as he braced himself with both arms, planting them on either side of my head.
He began moving more quickly, the length of him pumping in and out of me, brushing against my most sensitive parts, shooting fireworks through my body as he did so. It felt as if he was filling every inch of me.
I whimpered and moaned his name as I felt the pit of my stomach tighten once more. I clenched my legs around him and threw my head back as the electric waves ran through me, causing my entire body to convulse and then go limp.
Soon after, he groaned loudly and came, collapsing on top of me.
I fell asleep with his body still lying on top of me, the warm stickiness still running down my thighs. And despite the tight soreness between my legs, I fell asleep content.