7. Complete

Fuck Granger. Fuck Weasley. Fuck Potter, Draco thought to himself as he paced his dorm. There was no way in hell that Granger was going to play him like this and get away with it. She was supposed to return today and then he would give her a piece of his mind. He stormed out his dorm and down to the Great Hall to grab some breakfast. Then, he would meander up to the third floor during his prep hour and ambush the witch. Malfoy snarled at his ill conceived plan and bit into his toast, chomping a little too aggressively.

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"Ron, it will be okay," Hermione urged. "You just have to stay out of my way while I'm teaching is all… now will you please get your arse over here to take my hand and go to the castle?"

Ron shuffled his feet and took her hand. "I feel awkward coming back."

"You are the one who agreed to it. You could have said no."

"And miss seeing you everyday? No thanks."

Hermione smiled and blushed slightly. She loved when he made her feel needed like that. "Alright then." She squeezed his hand tighter and hurried them along. "I've already talked to McGonagall. She should have the horseless carriage waiting for us at the gate."

"They aren't so horseless anymore," Ron murmured, implying that he could see him since the death of his brother and so many other fallen comrades.

Hermione looked at him softly and kissed his cheek. "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it. You didn't do anything."

Hermione nodded and they proceeded to walk in an awkward silence until they reached the gate. When there, Ron promptly let her hand fall from his as he helped himself into the carriage. Hermione sighed she watched him flinch and wince at the efforts he was putting in just to get into the carriage. She knew that he wasn't one hundred percent and that he probably never would be. He put out his hand like a gentleman and gestured for Hermione to take it so he could help her up. She did as she was expected and frowned a bit when she felt how clammy his hands were. What a drastic change… all sweaty from just climbing into a carriage! Hermione thought. She looked up and smiled at Ron who was clearly putting on a face. He was in pain.

"Ronald… are you alright?"

"Yea," he grunted and held his side casually.

Hermione cocked her head to the side and gave him a look. "Ronald…?"

"No," he groaned. "I'm not alright. Walking that whole way was killer and then trying to get in this damned carriage was even worse. Fuck Death Eaters."

Hermione gave him a weak smile. "When we get to the castle, I'm going to draw you a nice, hot bath."

"Are you going to be joining me?"

Hermione's gazed snapped up to meet his. "I… erm, have classes first thing."

Ron chuckled, then winced. "Right."

Hermione folded her legs and smoothed out her skirt, tediously trying to avoid his stare. "Oh, we're here. That was quick," Hermione muttered as the carriage came to a stop.

Hermione jumped out first and requested that a few fifth years that were walking to their Herbology lesson assist her fiancé. Ron grumbled a bit, but accepted their help nonetheless. She then helped Ron up to her dormitory and sat him on the couch, quickly drawing a bath for him before she made her way to class.

"Is there anything else I can get you, Ron?" Hermione called Ron who was now in the washroom.

There was no response.

"Ron?!" Hermione yelled a bit louder.

The door swung open to reveal a very naked Ron. "What did you say?"

Hermione let her eyes scan his body. He was very built nowadays, not that she didn't already know that. He was handsome… and chiseled… and… scarred. There were marks all over his body. Some would heal, she knew, but some wouldn't. She sighed inwardly, and looked back up at his face. "Oh… n…nevermind."

Ron smirked. "Alright. Have fun in class, 'Mione." He closed the distance between them and kissed her, holding her tightly against himself. "Love you."

Hermione was completely flushed by now. She pushed him away. "Ronald Weasley… shame on you."

He stepped back and frowned. "What?"

She could barely find the words to speak. "I… you… just… naked… !" She hissed quickly, grabbing him and attacking his lips with her own.

Not only did she need this… but she wanted this. Ever since her talk with Malfoy she had needed that release that she had read about and only barely felt the build up to. She wanted to be able feel complete and full with the man she loved and after he pressed up against her like that, she didn't think that it would be that far of a stretch to assume he wanted the same thing. She gently pushed him down on the couch as she straddled him with all her clothes on. He moaned and let his hands wander up her skirt to grip her arse. She sucked in long breath and let it come out as a pleased moan. She then felt something she did not expect. Rod had rubbed the outside of her underwear where her sweet spot was and she bucked against him. He liked that response and picked her up, lying her down on the couch so he could remover her garments. The skirt was the first thing to go. Then her shirt… and then he went all out until she was just as naked as he was. He leaned down and kissed her, hard and passionately, which caused Hermione to wrap her legs around his waist and try and get that one spurt of feeling she had between her legs back. Ron smirked against her lips and let his hand begin to massage her clit. Hermione nearly screamed at how fulfilling it was to feel down there. She kept her hands in his hair, not daring to let herself grasp his back, because she knew she would be scratching and clawing at him. Her legs twitched and pulled Ron further down on top of her. His dick collided with her stomach and Hermione could hear his throaty moan against her neck as he bit her . She couldn't take it anymore.

"Ronald… please just… please," she begged helplessly as she ground her hips up against his.

Ron kissed her one last time before she felt him thrust inside her. He paused and made eye contact, trying to get the signal that it was okay for him to continue with his ministrations. To Hermione's surprise, it felt so good. She thrust her hips up in want. Ron smiled and kissed her again as he pulled back to thrust in yet again. His hand went up to grasp the arm of the couch as the other one traveled back down to flick her clit. Hermione moaned in pleasure.

"Oh fuck," Hermione breathed in his ear.

His speed and intensity increased. She could fell something gurgling in her stomach, getting ready to explode as he continued to rub her clit and thrust into her like the world was ending. He was moaning so sexily that it made Hermione even more wet, if humanly possible. Her breathing began to pick up as she knew something was coming… and just like that, a tidal wave pleasure course through her veins as she threw her head back and just let herself scream and come. Ron grunted one last time as she felt him release into her and collapse right there on her.

"Hermione…" Ron breathed. "That was so… good."

She nodded in complete agreement. "If it would have been like that the first time. There would have never been any doubt in our minds that we are perfect in every aspect for each other."

Ron smiled. "I've never felt that way before."

Hermione chuckled. "Neither have I." She checked the time. She was late by ten minutes. She was too elated to care all that much. "Alright, you have a bath and I have a class."

Ron nodded and pushed himself off of her, helping her up as well. He grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her long and hard. "I fucking love you so much."

Hermione beamed. "I love you too!"

He grinned and turned back to get into his bath. Hermione found all her clothes and hastily got dressed, grabbing her bag on the way out.

Minutes later, she stormed into the classroom. "Sorry I'm late, class." She stopped dead in her tracks. Malfoy was sitting on her desk with a Transfiguration book in his hand, as if he were teaching her class. "Mr. Malfoy… what are you doing in my class?"

"Well." He snapped the book shut and stood up. "I came looking for you, but found an abandoned class instead. I figured I would teach them what I knew so they weren't wasting their time sitting around and doing nothing."

Hermione looked all around at their class. They seemed interested enough. "What were you teaching them?"

Malfoy shrugged. "Just about the fact that you knew an unregistered animagus once."

"Why didn't you tell us, Professor Granger? We would have been more interested then!" a student in the middle of the class called out.

Hermione looked to all her class. "I was getting to it." She turned back to Malfoy. "A word?"

She stomped over to the side door and held it open for Malfoy who was swaggering over to her. Once outside Hermione smiled at Malfoy. Something he didn't expect.

"I thought you'd be upset," Malfoy muttered.

Hermione frowned. "I'm not… why would you want me upset? Did I do something?"

"You practically shagged Potter in the middle of the hospital while your fiancé was lying in a hospital bed."

"Oh? Since when does a Malfoy have moral high ground?"

"Low blow, Granger."

Hermione sighed and shook her head. "Nevermind. Forget all of that. I need to speak with you about something… but it's going to be an awkward conversation… Can you meet me around seven o' clock at the library?"

"Why the library?"

"It's public."

"What? Don't trust me?"

Hermione sighed and looked to the ground. "No, I don't trust me." And with that she pushed the door back open and walked back into her classroom, leaving Malfoy speechless.

Had she just basically told him that she didn't trust herself around him? He could take that only one way in his head. He shook his head. When did his confrontation turn into a something that made his stomach flutter. God, I am such a girl, Malfoy thought and slapped his face. Time for a cold shower.