Thanks for sticking it out so far, I hope you enjoy this next chapter...
As always I do not own most of it... JK Rowling does.
The pause she left must have been longer than she intended as Rhys looked at her gouging her reaction, he leaned forward, bringing those lips even closer to her face, his musky scent now sweeping across her making her even more incapable of speech and asked huskily "Have you ever had relations with anyone here?"
Hermione could feel muscles twisting inside her and a tense heat spreading through her stomach. She hardly knew this boy yet he was affecting her more than she expected or wanted. She was so distracted by the warm tickle of his fresh minty breath across her face and the proximity of those moist plump lips and intoxicating dark eyes seemingly looking right through her; that she had to think desperately hard to work out what he was asking. At last the words penetrated her foggy brain but before she could help herself she had closed the gap between them, her hand already rising, heading towards the back of his head, her lips touching his. A small part of her mind was still alert and telling her to stop, what was she doing? but this voice was receding faster by the second and had disappeared by the time her right hand had slid into his deliciously soft, dark, wavy hair. She only seemed to encourage herself as feeling this touch she pressed more firmly onto Rhys' lips, pleading for a reaction.
What happened next was more than she had unconsciously hoped for as he gained his wits and deepened the kiss, marvelling at how forward Hermione was being. He had expected it to take weeks to get a rise from this bookish girl and had only tried tonight as thoughts of her not wearing much in such a close proximity to him was driving him crazy.
He quickly took the lead, placing his hands on her sides and gently but firmly pushing her back down onto the silky sheets. Slowly, whilst one hand held his weight over her, the other crept up her side and across her collarbone. His touch was as light as a feather, sweeping her softly curled hair back over her shoulder and moving down to pull the middle of her top down to reveal more silky smooth skin. He yearned to taste it and proceeded to kiss down her jaw, back up to her ear, suckling on the tender skin below, causing her to emit a small whine. He smiled and moved down kissing to where her collarbones met then kissing every inch as he pulled her top down. He reached a black lace edge under the top and paused, he felt Hermione become impatient as she arched her back up to his mouth, pushing her breasts closer to him, tempting him. He pulled back with a satisfied smirk seeing her lain there before him, eyes closed in ecstasy, her back not touching the bed; but he wanted her to trust him, or so he told himself It isn't just because I'm a tease so knew he must leave now for tonight. He stood quickly and moved to the door.
Hermione sensed his withdrawal and opened her eyes wondering what happen now, only to see him sliding off the bed and heading towards the door. "Where are you going?"
"Sweet dreams..." with one glance back, he slipped past the door and out, a moment later she heard his bedroom shut with a light thud.
"But..." she was confused as ever, and she could feel her body's longing. She snapped as she realised how easily she would have given herself over to this handsome virtual stranger and although no one could see her, her cheeks flamed a deep red. Feeling flushed and embarrassed she stalked to her bathroom and stepped into a cooling shower.
Hermione woke and had a moment to take in her new surroundings before memories of the night before came crashing through her conscious to torment her. Again she felt her cheeks heat up and the more she thought about it the warmer she seemed to get in the bottom of her stomach. She quickly rose but then dithered. She did not want to see Rhys again first thing this morning, she still had to get her thoughts straight and didn't want him influencing them. She waited in her room until the last minute, arriving just before breakfast was over in the Great Hall but successfully avoiding him in their private rooms. She huffed as she sat down next to Harry at the Gryffindor table, who started in surprise asking "What's wrong Hermione?"
"Nothing." She snapped, pulling their new timetables towards them to see what she had first. She could hear Harry and Ron mumbling about her rudeness but continued to ignore them as she let her feelings of annoyance, confusion and anger sweep through her; this was not how she had envisaged her first day as Head Girl. She felt childish about hiding earlier but still had no idea how to react when she saw him.
The morning passed quickly, with every lesson starting with speeches about how this was their N.E.W.T. year and how they'd have to work harder than ever before if they were to succeed. After lunch, by which time Hermione was slightly more relaxed and had spoken freely again to Harry and Ron (though not apologised) they had Herbology so at ten to two the three of them left the Hall to make sure they got down to the greenhouses on time. Harry and Ron were still slightly hurt about Hermione blocking them this morning so as soon as they entered paired off on a table together leaving her to look around. She had not paid attention to which House they were sharing the lesson with and so it was with a jolt she found Rhys grinning down at her, lightly jostling her elbow with a chirpy "Hi" acting as if nothing had happened.
"Er... hey" Hermione mumbled, her cheeks already turning pink.
This will be fun. Rhys thought. Every time it looked as if she was concentrating on the lesson he 'accidently' brushed a finger over her hand or changed his weight to the other foot so his leg was pressed up against hers. He enjoyed seeing the faint blush, her stumble over words or her hands to freeze, stopping whatever she was doing – including breathing. At one such moment he whispered so no one else could hear "Breathe." Her cheeks turned scarlet and she bent her head low over her work so her hair hid her face.
This isn't fair. Why does he have this control over me? She wondered. She resolved to linger at the end of the class and demand to know why he was trying to torture her so but when Professor Sprout called the class to attention with "OK, end of the class, please make sure you tidy away and don't waste the dragon dung compost – it's expensive and can be difficult to come by."
Hermione turned to her right where he had been moments before but he had already vanished, leaving a spotless work surface behind, a lingering warmth on her leg and a drift of his rich musky scent in the air. Dammit, he must have been paying less attention to me than I thought and noticed the time. It will have to wait til this evening.
Although Harry and Ron had forgiven her she did not go back to the common room with them after dinner as they suggested to play a game of exploding snap with them; but departed as soon as she'd taken a nibble of dessert desperate to get back to the Heads' rooms. Rhys was not there when she arrived, but then again she didn't expect him to be, he'd had no reason to rush dinner. She paced the living room for half an hour, constantly checking her watch and running through what she would say to him in her head 'What do you think you are doing? You have no right to treat me like this...' But her thoughts were betraying her, drifting back to last night and how good she had felt Yes, I'd give him every right... she thought. She shook her head to rid herself of these thoughts and decided to get stuck into their homework (yes, on the first day back!) whilst she waited for him to come up.
Hours passed and Hermione had finished her 3ft long Potions essay and had read the chapters set during Care of Magical Creatures on Threstrals; in fact, she had finished the whole book. She sighed thinking I must have missed him, maybe he did come up before me. And resigned herself to going to bed without talking to him. She grudgingly went up to her rooms, undressed, washed and hopped into bed after donning her favourite purple silk nightie. She turned out the lights with a flick of her wand and laid her head down into the soft fluffy pillows with a contented sigh; but then lay there with her eyes wide open not feeling remotely tired. After tossing and turning for a bit she turned the lights back on to find a familiar book to settle herself, she picked up Hogwarts, A History and began again to read it.
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