A/N: I suck. Yes, I know you all already know this and are nodding your heads in agreement, but it needs to be said. I will try to stop reading so much and start WRITING more! I have all these ideas floating around in my head. I just need to type them. THANK YOU to all those who put me on their story/author alerts, favorite lists, and those who REVIEWED! If you send a review that I like/ask me a question, I will respond to it in my next chapter! Also, I want to try something new. If you leave me a challenge word in the reviews (along with a review) I will work it into my next chapter (I love a challenge). I have also set up a photobucket account with pictures from this story, because if there is an outfit or something described in another story I really need a visual to go with it. Here's the link: .com/albums/g443/ladylaxalot555/Breaking Point/ add photobucket before the ending. i don't know why but it refuses to say that when I save it. Sorry!
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Chapter 4
Oh. My. God. Oh! My! God! OH! MY! GODDDD! Did I really just watch him do that and say my name? Hermione's thoughts were screaming at her as she rushed back to her room. The girls had sent her over to Draco's room to try and push him a little further, and she really had not been expecting the sight she was treated with. She was so embarrassed not only for having cause such an event to have occurred, but that she actually stayed and watched! Innocent girls like Hermione didn't watch boys do that, let alone cause them to do it! She didn't think she could even tell her friends about what had happened without having a breakdown. She stopped outside the door to her room and took some deep breaths in a vain attempt to calm down before she faced her friends. With one last breath, she turned the handle and slowly pushed the door open.
"Soooo, Mione, what's he doing?" Ginny asked coyly, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
"He-he was a-asleep," Hermione responded, inwardly cringing at how shaky her voice sounded. Great, now they'll definitely know something's up. I have got to get rid of them!
"Are you okay, Mione?" Pansy asked, catching on that something wasn't quite right. The girls looked at Hermione with worry in their eyes for their friend, afraid that she was in way over her head.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine. I'm just tired too, okay. I think I'm going to go to sleep soon," Hermione said, avoiding eye contact with her friends, who were way too intuitive for their (and her) own good. She began to get her night clothes out of the drawer, hoping they would take the hint and leave her alone. She needed time to get over what she had witnessed earlier.
"Okay, but if you need anything, send an owl or something. You look sick, are you sure you're okay?" Ginny replied, looking curiously at Hermione, who had been fine before her trip to Draco's room.
"Yup, got it. Good night!" Hermione ushered Ginny, Pansy, and Luna out of her room and when she heard the slam of the portrait closing behind them, she collapsed on her bed. What had she gotten herself into? Hermione was exhausted from her busy day, and she knew that tomorrow was going to be Hell. It would be the debut of her "new look" to the rest of the school, and she knew that Harry and Ron were going to have an absolute fit. They were like super protective older brothers, freaking out every time some guy looked at her the "wrong way", but every time she closed her eyes, the scene from Draco's bedroom kept playing on repeat behind her closed eyelids. She couldn't help but remember every tiny little detail, from the look of sheer ecstasy on his face during the act, to the way his muscles flexed in shock and anger when he discovered her, right down to how his hand moved up and down his long, thi- WHAT IN MERLIN'S NAME AM I THINKING? Oh God, I can't believe I was actually thinking about that! I need to get this off my mind. Pajamas, yeah, I just need to get ready for bed and I'll fall asleep. With that, Hermione slipped off her clothes and donned a pair of gym shorts and a lacrosse pinnie from her cousin in America. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and finally settled back against her pillows, hoping that sleep would grace her soon. Unfortunately, yet again when she closed her eyes, the sight of Draco wanking filled her vision. The more she thought about it, the warmer she grew. An unfamiliar heat settled between her thighs and Hermione shifted to try and alleviate the strange feeling, but her squirming only seemed to make it worse. The hotter she got, the more detail she pulled from her thoughts. Hmm, I wonder- she quickly banished the dirty thought worming its way in from the dark place in her mind where she locked away all things "impure". But, come to think of it, he looked so happy. I can't remember the last time I've felt as good as it looked like Draco did. I mean, it would just be once, it's not like it would become a habit. I just really need sleep and it seems this is the only way to fix my "problem". Damn Malfoy, he gets to me even when he's not even here! Gahh! What the hell! I've already told him I'm not innocent any more, and if I'm really going to convince him, I may actually have to let go of a least a little bit of my purity. It can't hurt, right? With this justification, Hermione decided that she would have to take matters into her own hands, so to speak, if she ever wanted to get some sleep and kicked her covers off. She pulled the pinnie over her head and shivered as the material slid across her taut and sensitive nipples. Taking one in her hand, she experimentally rolled it between her fingers, marveling at how good the new sensation felt. Hermione continued to knead at her breast while her free hand reached down to tug her shorts and simple cotton underwear off. The cool night air drifted up between her legs and her mound tingled at the new feeling. Hermione brought her hand down and tentatively slid it down her slit.
"Ooooh…" she let out a moan at the feel of flesh rubbing her hot center, and with a little more enthusiasm than before spread her lower lips and touched her finger to the slick opening of her hole. She moved it around, spreading the moisture, and her finger trailed over a little bundle that set her nerves on fire. Oh, Merlin, that must be my clit. God, those girls in the bathroom weren't lying when they told how good it would feel! I can't believe I've never done this before. Hermione let her eyes drift closed as she circled her finger over her clit and the image of Draco appeared again. She imagined that it was him pleasuring her, his fingers on her most private parts. Suddenly, just rubbing her clit wasn't enough. She needed something inside of her, like she desperately wanted him to be at that moment. Hermione took her index finger and with a deep breath, slowly pushed it into her hole. She met a bit of resistance, and with one final shove, pushed past her barrier. She cried out at the wonderful feeling of something inside, a sensation she had never thought could be so fulfilling. Curious about what would happen, she began to wiggle her finger around, and screamed in pleasure when it curled into the soft spongy spot that had also been mentioned in the dirty talk of the girls' dorm. The Draco in her mind started to pump his finger faster inside her, while simultaneously rubbing her clit again. Mmmmmm, oh gods this is amazing! Oh! I think I'm close to- Hermione felt a tightening in her abdomen and a wave of heat crash over her as she reached her climax.
"Ohh! Draaacooo!" she cried, arching into her hand and riding out her very first orgasm. She continued to pant as she came down from her high and when she had finally settled down, Hermione ran into the bathroom to take a quick shower before returning to her room and settling into bed again. Well, I guess I'm not as innocent as even I thought! I just have to mess with Draco's mind even more tomorrow. Hmmmm, maybe I should bring tonight up…Oh, yeah, this is going to be great. Hermione's thoughts wandered off into her plan for tomorrow as she drifted into one of the best night's sleep she's ever had.
She woke up to the sound of her Muggle alarm clock buzzing and the steady beat of the shower pounding in her shared bathroom. Good thing I took a shower last night. Now I can be ready when he comes into the Common Room! Oh gosh, I hope he didn't hear me last night! No, I will not let that little incident get me all flustered. I am determined not to be so innocent, and that was a definite step in the right direction. Now, I just need to focus on getting to Draco and starting off this year on the right foot and all will be okay. Hermione gave herself a little pep talk as she gathered her outfit for the first day of classes. Now that she was stepping out of her box, Hermione was glad that Seventh Years didn't have the same uniform requirements as the younger students. It was really hard to look good in the Hogwarts uniform. Sure, a lot of girls in her grade transfigured their shorts so they fell five inches above the knee and shrunk their button downs to hug their chests, but that was hardly the classy look Hermione was going for. She wanted to win Malfoy over and prove that she wasn't as innocent as everyone accuses her of being, but she didn't want Draco to have been right in calling her a slag last night. She already felt bad enough about watching him do those intimate things last night. Today was Hermione's chance to make a good second impression on Draco, get him flustered for the first day full of classes. Because they were the two Heads, they would be forced to be partners in all of their classes, so have ample opportunity to make some moves throughout the day.
Hearing the shower shut off in the next room, Hermione hurried to put the final touches on her outfit so as to beat him to the Common Room. She was wearing low rise dark wash skinny jeans with a lace edged red V-neck tank top that had tiny white polka dots on it. Over this, she wore white a V-neck cardigan with three-quarter sleeves that ended right at the slimmest part of her waist. Hermione had pulled her curls into a messy bun on top of her head, but let a few slip loose to frame her face. She had on minimal makeup, just some mascara and eyeliner, to highlight her big honey brown eyes and a hint of lip gloss on her full lips. She slipped on her tan t-strap heels and grabbed her book bag on her way out to the Common Room. She had reached the bottom of the stairs and was rummaging around in the fridge in the small attached kitchen when she heard footsteps beginning to come down the stairs behind her.
The first thing he saw as he rounded the corner and headed down the stairs was her perky little ass sticking up in the air as she searched through the fridge for who knows what. Mother of Merlin, I really hoped she'd be gone by now. And holy shite! Look at that ass; can you get any more perfect? It's the perfect size to hold onto when we're – NO! I will not have a repeat of last night! I need more mental control. Come on, pull yourself together Draco! Calm down and just hope she doesn't bring up last night. Maybe if I just quietly leave she won't no-
"What a nice day it is don't you think Malfoy?" Fuck! She heard me. Cripse now I have to respond. Okay, stop staring at her ass and say something you idiot!
"The weather Granger? Come on, Gryffindor's know-it-all has to have something better than that." Draco responded, trying to keep the sarcastic tone in his voice even, lest he allow her to think that she was flustering him. Malfoys do NOT get flustered, especially from silly Gryffindors!
"I was just trying to be pleasant, Malfoy. I mean we do have to work and live together all year, so I figured it would go more smoothly if we were civil to each other. You know, get a little better acquainted." Hermione had stood to face him by now, and as she said this, she ran her index finger lightly down Draco's chest, inwardly smirking at the slight shiver he released involuntarily. Malfoy opened his mouth to snap out a response when Hermione abruptly pulled away and walked into the Common Room. She gathered her book bag and sauntered out of the portrait calling over her shoulder, "See you in class, Malfoy," leaving Draco standing in the kitchen not quite sure what had just happened.
Jaws dropped. Eyes popped out. Juice was sprayed. One person even fell out of their seat. The cause of such a reaction in the Great Hall the first morning of classes you ask? Hermione Granger. Feeling confident from the looks she had received on her walk down from the Heads' Dorm, she strutted into the Great Hall that morning, chin held high, hips swinging in tantalizing rhythm. Hermione slid into her seat at the Gryffindor table and looked up at her friends. Harry and Ron were both staring at her with their mouths hanging open, Ron's face almost as red as his hair.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" Hermione asked innocently, hoping to avoid a blow up.
"Som-MIONE! What did you DO? What happened to you?" Ron exploded, barely able to choke his words out through his clenched teeth.
"Well, Ronald, I decided to grow up. I was sick of the innocent little thing act, so I changed my image. Ginny and the girls think I look good!" Hermione huffed at her red haired friend.
"Ginny? How could you help Mione turn into this-this-such a- a whore?"
"EXCUSE ME?"
"He didn't mean it Mione; he's just a little surprised." Harry finally spoke up, trying to keep Ron's idiotic temper from making him say something he would most likely regret later.
"He called me a WHORE, Harry! I'm not just going to forget that, and I don't even look that bad! At least you can't see my ass hanging out the bottom of my skirt like half the girls here!"
"Oh please, your tits are practically falling out of that top! Our Mione would never dress like that."
"Since when was I ever yours Mione, Ronald? I am my own person and I can dress however I want!"
"Ron, just calm down mate. Mione's right and she does look good."
"Thank you Harry." Hermione sent Ron a smug look worthy of a Slytherin at this. He avoided her gaze, choosing instead to focus on his massive breakfast.
In an effort to change the subject, Ginny started a conversation about Quiditch with the boys. As Hermione had absolutely no interest in such a topic, she allowed her gaze to wander over to the Slytherin table. Draco had just arrived from the Common Room, and in the process of sitting down, and she noticed how completely delicious he looked today. He was wearing dark jeans low on his hips, barely held up by a brown belt, and a black long sleeve t-shirt that hugged his defined muscles. On his feet were a pair of all green skater shoes, and his platinum locks were let loose instead of the awful slicked back style he had seemed to favor before the war. When he had sat down in between Blaise Zabini and Gregory Goyle, he rolled his sleeves up, giving Hermione a glimpse of what appeared to be letters on his left forearm, right over where the Dark Mark should be. She also noticed how big and manly his hands looked, she kind of had a thing for sexy hands, and how when he grasped the jug of pumpkin juice, his biceps flexed in the most appealing manor. Right then, Draco raised his head, and silver eyes met amber. He raised a pale eyebrow, silently challenging her to see who would look away first. Not about to let him think her new persona weak, Hermione stared right back, quirking an eyebrow of her own to let him know she wouldn't be frightened off that easily. Deciding to use this situation for a little fun, Hermione reached for a strawberry, keeping her eyes locked on his. She brought the ripe, red fruit to her lips and took a big bite, letting a little drip of juice escape down her chin. Using her finger to wipe up the juice before it fell onto her shirt, she then brought it to her lips in sucked the red liquid off, hollowing out her cheeks and slowly dragging her fingertip out of her mouth. After the next bite, she put the strawberry down onto her plate, and, continuing to hold Draco's intense gaze, she slowly licked her lips, and putting on a face of absolute ecstasy. From across the Great Hall, Hermione could see his jaw clench and his grip on the jug of juice tightened. Hermione heard her name being called beside her, and threw Draco a wink before returning to conversation with her friends. Oh today is going to be fun!
A/N: I promise the next chapter will both be longer and continue through time more quickly! Please review! It's what gives me the motivation to continue writing!