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Hermione's smile when she saw her bed completely covered in flowers confirmed my fears. She hugged and kissed me with renewed energy and she even managed to pass me some of her enthusiasm. She laughed like a little girl on Christmas morning, but her intentions were not at all those of a little girl when she began to undress.
I'd definitely created a monster... We did not have enough time; it was Monday and we had to go to class, but I picked her up and got into the shower; at least in this way we would earn some time.
As soon as she was under the water she stopped laughing and concentrated on kissing me. She pushed me against the wall and a mischievous smile lit her face as she trailed kisses down my chest, her hands stroking my belly and my waist while she continued her descent. I did not expect her to take the initiative in such a pleasant way...
She surrounded my cock with her lips and she grabbed my ass tightly. I could not take much more-there was no time to enjoy the attention that she was giving me and I wished it was her who shouted, not me. I pushed her away, trying to control myself and not hurt her, but it seems that I did not control myself enough because I heard a slight moan that was not exactly one of pleasure, but I could not stop at that point. I quickly picked her up and I was immediately kissing her as I thrust inside of her.
I know I hurt her, I know that I was not able to control my strength, but she did not complain again. Quite the contrary, her cries were only of pleasure...
"Bite me..." she moaned in my ear. "Bite me, Draco..."
"No..." I said, clenching my jaw and containing my fangs with all the force of will that I was able to have at a time like this.
"Please..." she gasped.
That was asking too much self control from me. My fangs came out and dug into one of her breasts, blood flowed into my mouth because of her heartbeat... This morning it seemed I was having a hard time staying focused and remembering that I was going to pretend that I loved her. I drank more than I should and after licking her wounds I took possession of her mouth. I realized that it was the first time she was going to taste her own blood...
In love with me, filled with me in every way... she was totally and irrevocably mine and that filled me with satisfaction.
The water washed the blood from her lips. I opened my eyes and I found her looking at me again with that tenderness that I had recently discovered in her... That served to calm me and I controlled my strength as my hands slowly caressed her again and my kisses became less intense and more relaxed. She grabbed my hair and pulled it with all the strength she could gather to look at me with a raised eyebrow before taking my mouth again with the same force as before... It would seem that she did not care if I was a little rough. I do not mind at all to fulfill her desires-indeed, it would be a pleasure.
As I began to treat her with a little less delicacy again her cries became even louder and I thanked all the soundproofing spells that I had put in the room because I had no desire to silence her moans, and I did my best to prolong our shower.
I left the bathroom with a smile while she finished drying off. I held a grunt as I met Potter and Ginerva in the bedroom, and both were horrified and visibly embarrassed. The spells kept anyone from listening from outside but they were useless if someone entered the room... These bloody Gryffindors will never learn that it is not advisable to walk into a room without permission!
"What do you want?" I asked, visibly furious; my fists clenched tight and my eyes fixed on Potter.
"We came here to ask if you wanted to go to breakfast..." he explained, looking quite disturbed.
"You could not wait outside?" I noticed that Ginerva kept looking at me. In other circumstances I might feel sorry for Potter, but given the situation, I just felt an immense pleasure. At least they will not accuse me of making Hermione unhappy.
His gaze drifted to the bed still covered with flowers.
"Draco, you're a brute..." Hermione said from behind me, obviously amused. "I think that I will soon look like a Dalmatian because of all the bruises that I will have. What happened?" She appeared beside me, and luckily she had a towel covering her body.
"They have come to as us to join them for breakfast...and now they are going to leave so that we can dress."
"Of course." Potter grabbed Ginerva's arm and pulled her toward the door, closing it behind them.
"They heard us, right?" she asked, looking embarrassed.
"Especially you." I smiled, amused as I opened the closet to grab some clothes to wear. "Today you have been a little...scandalous," I winked. "If you stay like this I will be unable to surprise you in the library," I said as I dressed quickly. "Although I do not mind if you continue tonight with what you started in the shower." I approached her to take her face in my hands and kiss her gently.
"I don't know..." She looked at me in amusement, fighting with the clasp of her skirt. "You became a little...wild."
"My intention was to make love to you with care..." I kissed her hard. "It is advisable that you eat porridge for breakfast… I drank too much because someone urged me to bite her," I smiled mischievously.
"I hate Porridge," she said, opening the door.
"I don't care, it's a very complete breakfast and you need to eat well," I remarked. "Good morning," I greeted the Gryffindors with a smile from ear to ear. They can think what they want about it.
We descended the stairs without saying anything more. Ginerva did nothing but look alternately at Potter and me, and I guess she was considering something. Occasionally she also looked eagerly at Hermione, and I guess she wanted to ask her what I had done that had her shouting in the way she was.
When we walked into the common room I could not help laughing because Lavender and company looked at me longingly. Living with the Gryffindors would be very funny, especially since the speed at which the gossip moves is even faster than in Slytherin.
Once in the dining room I left Hermione to sit with my friends. The smell of the food did not bother me so much and I wanted to see how their mood was. Apparently there were a couple of attempts to toil a joke, but nothing of great importance. The only ones I was a little bit worried about were Blaise and Pansy. They were the only ones who might try to hurt Hermione with their insults. If necessary, I would put Vincent and Gregory to serve her as bodyguards.
I walked her to all her classes carrying her books and kissing her before entering. On a couple of occasions I had to intercept a couple of spells directed to her from the female sector and therefore my nerves were a little raw. I think she realized that I did not want to leave her alone and that my way to observe everything around us might expose me as a predator since I was expecting an attack from anywhere, but I had to leave her as noon approached.
I slipped in with the crowd and I was very careful when I got into the girl's bathroom on the second floor to get to my camera. Once there, my muscles began to relax and I lay on the bed to rest.
I thought about what I would have to do to fake my love for Hermione without her noticing my farce. I could not suddenly start being a perfect romantic. I would have to go slowly, having details with her, giving her gifts. It does not matter what she thinks about them.
The sunset was approaching when I woke up. I put a hand in one of the pockets of my pants and pulled out a diamond necklace from it. Maybe it was too ostentatious for her first gift… I put it in a drawer of the dresser in order to give it to her on another occasion and I repeated the operation on a couple of occasions. I discarded the necklace of emeralds and I decided that it would make her more happy if I gave her a silver chain with a ruby heart.
I smiled to myself. The shadows were a very comfortable thing. With a wave of my hand I moved part of the contents of my closet to hers so that at least I would not have to be wearing the same clothes if I stayed with her.
When I left the chamber I went to the dungeons. We had Double Potions with Snape and it would be fun see the face of my godfather when he saw Hermione with such an ornament around her neck. I found her on the way to the stairs, and I was approaching her when I saw that Blaise was about to cast a spell directed at her. I moved quickly and stood behind him. "Finish the wand movement and you're dead," I whispered in his ear as my hand tightly clutched his left wrist, showing that I was serious.
"I'm sorry, Draco..." he groaned in pain as he lowered his wand.
"You are an idiot with hearing problems that is going to stop messing with my girlfriend if you don't want me to split your wand in two parts...and I do not mean the wooden one, Blaise!" I looked at him, fully intending to frighten him, and I saw with joy that he backed away from me. "I will not warn you again-keep that very clear."
I walked hurriedly to the dungeons, but I did not have time to give the gift to Hermione before class and I cursed Blaise and his nonsense. In class I could not sit next to Hermione because her friends were already there, but she looked at me with a smile that lit up the smoke-filled dungeon. I waited for two intense hours in which I did a perfect potion that Severus dismissed by whim, but I didn't care.
When the class ended I picked up her backpack and I accompanied her down to the dining room while holding her by her waist, and once there I put the pendant around her neck, kissed her and walked away without waiting for her to tell me if she liked it.
Back at the Slytherin table Pansy looked at Hermione's pendant and then at me with narrowed eyes. It was the first time I gave a gift to one of my lovers so I could not make it more clear.
Hermione looked at me from the other side of the room with flushed cheeks and bright eyes. "You're crazy..." she told me in a whisper, knowing I could hear it perfectly.
"Crazy about you," I vocalized so that she could read my lips.
Ginerva sat beside her and gasped at the sight of the ruby . I noticed that it is a little big, but it's not enough to cause such a fuss... It must cost only about twenty thousand pounds.
"Can you lend it to me for Christmas?" Ginerva asked, still amazed.
"The pendant?" Hermione asked, still looking at me.
"No, the boyfriend..."
I laughed. The redhead is beyond me.
"Only for a few days, then I'll give him back to you... If you want, we can exchange and you can stay with Harry."
"Ginny!" the three friends cried at once.
"Well, I just want someone to give me a gift like that, and well...I want to scream a bit like you this morning..."
"Ginny!" they cred in unison again.
I think I'll have a heart attack from laughing so much. Wait, that's not possible…
"Ron, you did not hear it but I assure you that he must be some kind of God because Herms is almost hoarse from screaming." She looked at Potter, "You should ask him for some advice, Harry."
I'm going to fall from the bench from laughing so much because of this redhead. Of course since the rest of the table couldn't hear the conversation, my housemates are obviously thinking that I am totally crazy.
"Ginny, I will not do such a thing and if you keep talking about this I will not do anything...of anything!" he told her furiously.
"I'm eating... Can you stop talking about that, please?" Ronald protested.
"It's not my fault that you don't get any action, Ron," she told him with a glare.
"Herms..." Potter whispered to Hermione, "has he left many bruises on you?" He was obviously worried, though I was too.
"Just a couple, but nothing important, Harry." She blushed again.
"Okay, I understand... And the biting?"
Shit! I did not know that they had heard so much! Tonight nothing is going to enter through that door! I just hope that Snape did not hear him.
"You don't think it's a little...well, too much?"
"It's a private joke, Harry..." Hermione glared at him. "You should have waited outside instead of entering as if you were in your house. Get used to the idea that you could have found us in the bed instead of in the shower... What would you have done then? Sold tickets?"
I would kill him… I would break him in tiny pieces and then I would eat his heart!
"Of course not!" Potter exclaimed, horrified at the idea.
"Too bad!" Lavender sighed. "I'd pay to see it."
"Enough!" Hermione exploded. "Draco is a God in the bed and he makes me scream like crazy when he lays a finger on me, but you must understand that he is with me and nobody else! I will not share him or sell tickets or anything like that! If you want to know how he is in bed, then ask the other girls because I'm not going to say anything so let the damn topic go now! I want to eat!"
From the corner of my eye I could see that Lavender was looking at Ginerva surreptitiously, silently asking a question. The redhead smiled with wide eyes and she separated her hands until they reached the length of a certain part of my anatomy. Lavender turned and stared at me, wishing that the table was not in the middle of us to try to prove that what Ginerva had said was not an exaggeration.
I shook my head. Women are definitely crazy…
"What's wrong Draco?" Vince asked. "A few minutes ago you were laughing like crazy, then you looked at Potter as if you were ready to kill him, and now you look amazed."
"The conversations of the Gryffindors are fascinating...and the little Weasley is totally hilarious..."
"You can hear them?" Greg asked, astonished.
"Perfectly," I answered with a smile.
That night we did not climb directly to the bedroom but instead we stayed in the common room, doing the homework for each of the subjects we had attended. Hermione lay on my lap and I used her back to support the parchment. I recognize that she is a very attractive stand, and her classmates were staring at us.
When we finished the tasks in a record time she sat up on my lap and kissed me. Some of her classmates rolled their eyes. I did not want to give them a free show and that's why I picked her up, vanished the books with her wand, and then took her upstairs.
"I did not thank you for your gift properly," she said against my lips when we were crossing the threshold of her bedroom. "It's beautiful, and expensive... You have to return it."
"I lost the receipt," I said with a smile as I closed the door with my foot and I made sure we would not be heard or bothered this time. "Besides, it suits you..."
"I can't accept a gift so...expensive," she protested.
"Yes, you can," I said as I took off my clothes, which is common in that bedroom.
"You do not understand..." She looked at me with a pout, "To me, you're my gift." She said it so softly that if I did not have the sense of hearing so sharp I would not have heard it.
"Hermione... " I took her face in my hands and kissed her with absolute delicacy. I gently laid her on the bed. "Do not feel guilty about accepting a gift, please..." I caressed her gently. "I want to give you gifts...because you give me one every night," I said before I kissed her sweetly.
"My blood?" she asked, mortified.
"No..." I looked into her eyes with tenderness, "You." I lied because I wanted to make her happy. "I want to make love to you..." I whispered in a soft and delicate voice in her ear and then I kissed her neck slowly.
"You always do, right?" she said with a smile that hid a slight fear.
"No... I want to make love to you," I kissed her gently once again, "without hiding what I feel for you," I whispered against her lips.
"But yesterday you said..." She looked at me confused.
"I know what I said..." I pretended to be embarrassed and I looked down; I did not want to meet her eyes. "But I said it just because I thought that you only wanted to enjoy sex with me, and nothing more... But today, I heard what you told your friends..." I raised my eyes once again. "You want me just for you, as I want to be with you and with no one else..." I kissed her again with real tenderness. "I think you can grow to love me as I love you, Hermione."
Or you can hate me like I'm hating myself right now for lying.
"Please, Hermione... let me show you how much I love you even if it is in this way."
"Of course, Draco..." She stroked my hair and looked at me with deep love in her eyes, a love that was drilling me inside.
We made love slowly that night. My hands were focused on caressing her with tenderness, and my kisses were not urgent as I discarded anything that resembled what we had shared earlier that morning. I made love to her with slow and calculated movements and I never stopped looking into her eyes and kissing her lips. I did not bite her… I was not looking solely and exclusively at our pleasure, I did not want to hear her scream, and I tried to demonstrate with my hands a feeling I did not feel.
If she said the words that I expected her to say, I would continue with this farce and I would make sure this was the best year of her short human life. If she did not say the words that I expected her to say, then I would continue as before…
We rested, hugging each other and kissing tenderly. She looked at me, spellbound, and I knew I looked at her in exactly the same way. This was one of my biggest lies. It was hard lying to her because I did not want to hurt her at the end of the course.
"I love you, Draco..." she whispered, not knowing that she had just signed for a wonderful year.
"I love you too, Hermione," I whispered, kissing her with false love.
The farce has just officially begun… What do you think?
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