As Draco stepped out of the fireplace, he dusted off his shoulder and looked over to see Hermione just starting to stir awake. He wasn't quite sure how he was going to explain that he'd already gotten the hairs that they needed but he knew that she would not be pleased at his recklessness.
"Mmmmm...Draco?" Hermione moaned out sleepily as she rubbed the sleep from her eye. "You're already awake?" Her voice was groggy as she looked around, waking up suddenly as her eyes got wide with realization. "Why am I in YOUR bed?"
"You fell asleep reading one of your damnable books again. I put you in MY bed because it was too difficult getting you into YOUR bed since its on the floor. That's the last time I do it too, Granger. I'm already going to have to burn the sheets since you slept in them," Draco said, shaking his head but secretly smiling to himself that she was too distracted to realized what he'd been up to.
"You know, it's probably more realistic just to wash them." She answers, rolling her eyes. She couldn't help but be relieved though. At least that meant that she hadn't...no, she definitely would have remembered if she had shared a bed with Draco Malfoy, that's for sure. "And besides, just because we aren't at Hogwarts doesn't mean I don't have to get my studying in. We will be in N.E.W.T. level classes next year." She said as she got out of bed, looking over at him as she raised an eyebrow. "You're still in the same clothes?"
Draco froze in place as she mentioned his clothing. He'd forgotten to change them before he left and now she would know something was up. As he continued moving after his momentary pause he replied, "Well I was busy last night so I haven't had the chance to change them yet. Besides what do you care what clothes I'm wearing?" Hoping that he would distract her from her current train of thought. If nothing else he figured he'd tell her she'd yell and then he'd yell and then it'd be over so might as well get the argument out of the way now. It would be just like his mother and father arguing at home. One big happy family.
"It's just weird." She answers, walking over to her backpack and grabbing some clean clothes. There was no point in arguing with someone like him. It was, as her mum would put it, like bleeding a turnip trying to get information out of someone like him. "So, did you think of any ways to get the hair?" She asks casually.
Draco sighed knowing he'd might as well get it over with just so she didn't send them chasing after something he'd already gotten his hands on. Turning around and crossing his arm he replied, "I already got them. Last night I went to the family manor, slipped in, grabbed the hairs and slipped back out. So that's one less thing we have to worry about." Lying was best. He was already going to get screamed at for even going to the Manor but to tell her that he was still waiting on the hairs was a totally new can of worms that he didn't want to open. He turned back around waiting for her to start screaming at his back about how foolish he'd been and what a stupid risk he'd taken as he began taking out clean clothes to change into.
"Draco!" Hermione starts in, as expected. "Do you realize how risky that is? What if one of them would have- wait...you have the hairs? You have them now?" She asked, suddenly attentive.
"Of course. That was what I said, wasn't it? I got them last night and no I didn't get caught. Your not going deaf, are you Granger ?" He asked without turning around as he picked out a shirt and matching slacks to change into. Turning back around to face her, he began unbuttoning his shirt while looking at her expectantly. "Well?"
"N- No." Hermione answers, looking down as her face turned red at the thought of seeing him with his shirt off again. "So, we are going today then. We better get dressed." She whispers, getting ready to walk into the other room to change.
Draco couldn't help but smirk at the girl's innocence, wondering how far he could take her blushing. At the very least, it would distract her from the hairs until that pitiful House Elf returned. She would have no idea that he was lying. She would have no idea that he really didn't have the hairs at this point and, to be brutally honest, he would rather argue about him teasing her than argue about whether or not he was foolish in trusting a House Elf anyway. This killed two birds with one stone. It got Hermione to leave him alone, probably too furious to even look at him, for when the House Elf returned and it kept her distracted from the more important things they could be arguing about.
"Hey whats your problem Granger? Telling me you've never seen Weasel-bee or Potter naked yet? Why are you so embarrassed to see me without my shirt on? Virgin?" He asked with a snicker as he stripped his shirt off and began undoing his belt.
Hermione's mouth dropped open in shock at the words. "Excuse me?" She asked, turning around with her hands on her hips. "That is none of your business! This is something that Dumbledore sent us to do and Ron and Harry are different...they are my friends, and even then...not completely naked." She confesses, blushing more.
"Well then it shouldn't be that big a deal for me. Besides I'm guessing even someone like you has to get de-virginized eventually. So whats it matter if you see me naked? I'm not gonna be the one to do it. Would taint the bloodline. Unless your chicken of course?" He asked with another smirk. If nothing else he could use the fact that he'd seen her naked as leverage. Holding it over her head someday in case he needed it.
"What?!" Hermione asks, unsure of what the boy in front of her was saying. Was Draco offering to take her virginity or just daring her to see him naked? And if so, why? Why give in to his power-trip that he was some kind of...God to women. "What does it even matter whether I'm a virgin? Unless you have a guilty conscience too? You know, the average age that men loose their virginity is between sixteen and seventeen. And technically you are only fifteen, if I remember quickly. You haven't had your sixteenth birthday yet."
Draco was shocked at her boldness. What business was it of her's if he was still a virgin. He could feel his face flushing at the thought but didn't know if it was because of anger or embarrassment that she was right. "So what if your right? I'm not saying I'd do you Granger. I'm just saying what difference does it make if your in the same room while I'm changing or vice versa? Your the one who keeps saying we need to stick together in case something happens..." Draco replied unzipping his pants and dropping them to the floor. Stepping out of them, he stooped down and picked them up and began folding them before placing them on the dresser. "I'm changing clothes Granger and I don't give a damn whether your standing there or not when I do it," Draco said turning and reaching for the waistline of his boxers.
"I don't believe you," Hermione answers, sticking her nose up in the air as she crossed her arms across her chest. "You wouldn't dare! You would turn around first at the very least!"
Draco was torn at this point. He hadn't originally planned on it going this far, it simply being an argument and her storming out of the room, but now she was questioning whether or not he had the nerve to go through with it or not. Taking them off, he would let Hermione Granger of all people see him naked but leaving them on, that would show him as a coward. Gritting his teeth he tucked his thumbs into the waistline of his boxers and pulled them down to his feet and then stood up and stepped out of them trying to hide his embarrassment with a scorn.
Hermione closed her eyes but it was too late. She could feel her face getting hotter by the minute as she bit her lip in a furious embarrassment. "Very nice Malfoy," She says in a mixture of shock, and...a crude mixture of excitement and disgust. But who was the disgust for? Draco for having the nerve to show her his...his manhood? Or herself, for wanting to see more? "I'm going to go get dressed now." She says, storming out of the room, her face beet red.
Draco smirked as he stepped out of his boxers all the while shouting at her back as she left, "So no balls then Granger? You've seen mine but not brave enough to show off your goodies? Or is that it? That you do have balls and that's the problem?"
Hermione ran back into the room furious with both Draco and herself, too furious to realize she was in nothing but her white lacy knickers and matching bra. She almost ran into him as she stood there, the anger building up inside of her. She stood, face to face only inches away from Draco. She could smell the spearmint on his breath, the smell of his cologne still on his skin and fought against her natural urges. "I DO NOT have to prove anything to you!" She hollers, her voice hard and cold.
Draco blanched at the level of her anger but was even more surprised to see her standing there in nothing but her knickers. Draco had to admit, for a mud-blood she wasn't half bad looking. Not that he'd had a lot to compare it too other than the occasional PlayWitch monthly he'd snuck out of his fathers desk drawer. Her skin was firm and yet quite supple. Her breasts were larger than what he'd imagined and he guessed that was why she always wore the clothing she did. That it was to hide her figure which Draco stood there chastising himself for admiring. She was a mud-blood after all. "Sure you do. Prove you've got the guts and your not a wimp," Draco replied with a smirk thinking that she would surely cave at this point. She had to cave. If she didn't, that would mean that he was and a Malfoy didn't cave to anyone.
"Guts?! That is what this is about?" Hermione asks, not even thinking anymore. She was too angry to think, too infuriated with the boy standing in front of her. Who was he to say whether or not she was brave? She had done things that were much braver than this. Than anything he had ever done. She puckered her lips in fury, scrunching her nose, before reaching up and smacking Draco hard across the face, leaving a red mark on the side of his cheek. Quickly, she reaches behind her bra, unfastening it. "THERE! Happy?!" She asks, blushing immensely now. She knew her face probably matched Ron's hair by this point. "How's that for wimpy you loathsome, disgusting cockroach!"
Rubbing the side of his face, Draco looked at her in rage before replying, "Well that's great Granger. I already knew you had knockers. But that still doesn't prove whether or not you've got balls and so help me Merlin, if you ever touch me again I will make sure you'll regret it." He stood there rubbing his jaws and looked her up and down before resting his eye's on her knickers waiting to see if she was brave enough to go all the way.
"Oh, you will make sure that I regret it?!" Hermione asks in a fury, she was beyond outraged now. Beyond any anger she had ever felt for him in her life. Reaching down, she grabs his hand, putting it up against her knickers between her legs, unaware that he could feel the heat radiating off of her from excitement, an outraged, embarrassed excitement. This was more, way more, than she had ever seen of any guy before and he was pushing her to her limit. "Does it feel like there is anything there Malfoy?!" She asks through gritted teeth.
Draco was both amazed and infuriated that she had been so bold, but he also couldn't deny that the heat and wetness between her legs had aroused him and he felt his member begin to grow. He felt the primal urge begin to rise inside of him and for some reason he couldn't quite explain he didn't try to stop it, but instead embraced it and let it come. So what if it was with Hermione bloody Granger? No one had to know and he was sure if she told anyone no one would believe her. He grabbed her other wrist and pulled their bodies together until her face was inches from his own.
"Dr- Draco?" Hermione whispered, now realizing what she had done. That maybe she had taken it a step too far but...his body did feel good against hers and...it wasn't like anyone was going to know if they did do anything. She had been wanting this for a while, nearly giving into Krum's pleas a year ago as he begged 'Hermy-oww-knee' to give in, her denying him repeatedly for the sake of not wanting to be known around Hogwarts for being promiscuous. She knew how rumors like that spread from nothing more than a boy and girl dating but...Draco couldn't tell anybody. Nobody would believe him if he did and she had already, being out of fury or not, taken it this far.
As Draco looked down at Hermione he noticed the change in her body, the way she all of a sudden leaned into him like she couldn't get close enough. Being all the encouragement that his body needed, Draco began to slowly stroke his fingers back and forth across the bottom of her knickers feeling her wetness grow. "Do you like that Granger? You see what I think is that you just need to relax. If you were with a man every once in awhile you wouldn't be so tense. Bet I could make you feel better all over," He said with a smirk knowing the effect he was having on her.
Hermione felt butterflies in her stomach as a want grew in her groin, causing her to catch her breath at Draco's delicate touch. It wasn't anything like the books had explained, nothing like the way Lavender and Pavarti and even Ginny had discussed. It wasn't even how Draco was supposed to feel. It was gentle and affectionate and...teasing, drawing her to want more. "Mhm..." She whimpers lightly in his touch, finding herself speechless.
"Ahh so you do like that do you Granger? Good lets see what else we can get out of you," Draco said and with a sudden rush of adrenaline he yanked her toward the large four poster bed. Hermione squealed out in both excitement and fear, feeling herself land on the bed. Spinning her around he stood behind her and bent her over slightly placing her hands on the bed. Then he slowly drew his hands up her arms to her shoulders and then down her back to the edge of her knickers. Tucking his thumbs into the waistband he slowly pulled them down her legs and lifting her feet one by one pulled them off and tossed them across the room. He gently tapped the insides of her legs to get her to spread them open.
Hermione quivered at his touch, giving in as she spread her legs slightly. "Draco..." She whispers softly as she turns and looks over her shoulder. "Ummm...you were right." She says, knowing that she should let him know in advanced.
"Hmmm? Right about what?" Draco asked as he slowly trailed kisses up the back of her calves and then the backs her knees.
"Ohhhh..." Hermione moaned out at the sensitivity, forgetting what she was going to say as she caved into his kisses, her legs shivering slightly as she felt the excitement growing within her, her body craving him.
Draco slowly licked his way up her inner thigh, causing her to quiver in anticipation, until his lips were just barely brushing against her now dripping wet woman hood. Reaching up he slowly let his tongue trail across her and he felt her shudder against his tongue. Feeling emboldened by this, he began to lick her with slow lazy strokes causing her to moan out in pleasure.
The feeling was unbelievable as Hermione got down onto her elbows, arching her back for Draco to have easier access. She couldn't believe the feelings he was giving her as pleasure rushed through her entire body, making her want him to stop, to do more, and all at the same time. She wanted to feel what it was like for him to pleasure her from the inside but didn't want to risk this amazing feeling ending. "Ohhh...ohhh...Draco yes..." She moaned out in pleasure, running her hands through her hair as he teased her lightly with his tongue. She had completely forgotten whatever it was she was planning on telling Draco, only wanting to feel what else he could do for her.
Slowly his hand slides up her inner thigh as he softly started to touch her, fingering her lightly as he listened to her moans. "Come on Granger," He whispers with a smirk, feeling his finger move inside of her warm, wet core as he tried to imagine what it would feel like wrapped around his member. "What was it you were wanting to tell me?" He asks. Never had Draco expected it to go this far, never in a million years but Hermione was right, he was a virgin and he was planning on that ending since he already had her this far. Mud-blood or not, it's not like anyone would ever find out. Kissing back up Hermione's back, Draco positioned himself behind her, his hardened manhood aligned with her core. He could feel the heat radiating off of Hermione's body as he slowly entered her, the feeling taking his breath away. She was so tight, so warm and wet. He couldn't help but want to stay there forever.
As Draco entered her, Hermione felt a sharp, momentary sting. Her virginity was gone but she felt fuller as he moved slowly inside of her at first, causing her to moan out in pleasure as he slowly built up his pace until Draco was thrusting quickly inside of her, sending Hermione closer and closer to orgasm as her body tensed up around him. She could feel it coming, her mind begging for it as he continued to move, repeatedly hitting that sensitive spot. She couldn't help but scream out as suddenly the tension that had been built up inside of her, begging only to be released finally broke free, causing her to moan out his name, sending Draco over the edge himself as her body shook beneath him.
As Draco felt Hermione tensing up around him, he heard her screaming out his name in the constant waves of orgasm if only pushed him harder. The primal instinct taking over he grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto him while thrusting forward into her with every motion. The feeling of her warm wetness completely surrounding him sent electricity up his spine and he felt the power building steadily inside of him. The feeling of her soft wet folds enclosing around him tighter and tighter as her orgasm continued to rip through her was too much for him to bear and he felt the electricity that had been flowing through his body shoot straight to his groin as he orgasmed as well spilling his seed inside of her, filling her up.
As they both collapsed back onto the bed, Hermione already covering her body with the blanket and Draco beside her, his breathing still heavy, they both stare up at the ceiling in awe, unable to say a word. Neither really knew what to say. Hermione was still shivering from the mini-orgasms still trailing through her body. Draco lay beside her, staring up at the cracked ceiling of the abandoned shack. His mind was racing. He knew teasing Hermione would distract her from the House Elf bringing him the hairs, but this was far from the distraction he was expecting. He meant to make Hermione mad, not to sleep with her. And definitely not to only sleep with her for a few minutes. That was pathetic even for a first time, Draco thought to himself. Thank Merlin no one would believe her if she told them she slept with him. Otherwise he would never sleep with a girl again.
Draco felt his eyelids getting heavy, wore out from the sex that had just occurred between them as he slowly gave in, falling asleep without caring that the muggleborn was laying next to him. He didn't feel as Hermione got up, climbing out of bed. He didn't even stir as she put on her clothes, looked back at Draco with tears of regret and...concern? Was she really concerned for how he would feel when he woke and she wasn't there? Why? He had used her to get what he wanted. To lose his virginity, which was obviously what had happened. Why should she feel sorry for him when he woke up and she was no longer there?
Grabbing Moste Potente Potions up off the floor, Hermione went back down to the basement of the shack, reading by her wand light as she tried to make sense of everything that had just happened.