When Hermione came back to the dorm, the crushed up parchments had been thrown out and the pillows were on the loveseat. Draco was working diligently, as if nothing had happened three hours ago. But when he heard her walk into the room, he looked up with his stormy eyes.
"We need to talk," they said in unison.
Hermione's honey eyes widened by a fraction and Draco raised his eyebrows.
"Well sit down then Granger," Draco drawled after awhile of them staring at each other. "Or are we going to have a conversation with you standing over there?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and walked over to one of the armchairs. She sat down and faced Draco.
"We need to discuss our relationship."
"We need to decide on a band."
They both spoke at the same time about two very different things. Hermione's mind was wrapped around the fact that she was stuck with Malfoy for the year. Draco's mind was focused on which band to hire for the ball.
"Or talk about our relationship..." Draco muttered awkwardly. He sprawled himself over the loveseat and linked his fingers behind his head. "What do you want to discuss, Granger?"
Hermione bit her lip hesitantly before saying, "We both know we'll have to act like a couple for everyone. Especially for our child."
"Fake child," Draco corrected.
"But still our child." Hermione sighed and ran her hand through her tangled hair. "We need to reach some common ground."
"Like?"
"Like...Not seeing other people while we're 'together'," Hermione said, using her fingers as air quotes. "Our child can not have a bad influence in his or her life."
Draco snorted at the incredulous thought. He was a teenage boy still. A hormonal teenage boy, who had most of the female population at Hogwarts vying for his attention.
"Granger, I know you're a prude, but-"
"I am not a prude!" Hermione exclaimed. She glared at the Slytherin Prince and crossed her arms. She huffed then pursed her lips together. Hermione was a virgin- everyone knew that out of assumption. But there were moments when the Gryffindor Princess was not a delicate pure flower.
There had been Viktor, who made her feel wanted for the first time. They had snogged a bit, and even though nothing had ever gotten far, they certainly weren't innocent. And there had been a muggle bloke over the summer she took interest in. It was her neighbor, Charles, who she used to fancy before she came to Hogwarts. They had gone out on a few dates and they snogged...a lot.
"Granger, you blush at the slightest things. I bet you can't even handle a bit of dirty talk," Draco challenged. He smirked at Hermione and waited for her response.
"Try me."
Malfoy froze. What? he inwardly asked. Had the Gryffindor Princess, the brains of the Golden Trio, actually tell him to talk dirty to her? Draco looked at Hermione, gaging her reaction, and saw that she was now staring at him with blazing eyes. She looked the same as the time she dueled with Goyle in Defense of the Dark Arts.
"Cat got your tongue, Malfoy?" Hermione questioned. This time, it was her turn to smirk. She watched in triumph as Malfoy gave her a bewildered look. "I know as a hormonal teenager with no self control, it'll be hard not to shag anything that moves," Hermione began, "but monogamy is a serious thing to me."
He rolled his eyes at Granger's ridiculous rule. "You expect for me not to shag others. Understood, Granger," Draco drawled.
Hermione nodded. "We'll be monogamous."
"So..." Draco looked at Hermione dead in the eyes. A mischievous look crossed his features. "...the only girl I can shag is you."
The witch's jaw dropped. "No! I mean, technically yes but- No!" Hermione stuttered. "I'd never- you'd never- we're not going to- I would never shag you!"
Draco snorted at the incredulousness of her statement. He was Draco Malfoy. He was rich, intelligent, and exceptionally attractive. Not only that but he was confident in his influence over girls. "Granger, I could have you begging for me by next Friday." He got up from his position on the loveseat then took two strides over to Hermione.
Hermione stood up as well and held her hear high, even though she was still significantly shorter than Draco. "Is that a challenge?"
Draco chuckled. The deep, velvety sound made Hermione question if she was impervious to his charms. The sound of his chuckle alone sounded sexual. Draco leaned down till his nose was nearly touching Hermione's. He deliberately brush his nose against hers, causing her to gasp. Draco grabbed her waist and pulled her flush against his body. Hermione felt something tug at her core as her soft flesh met the toned muscles hidden under Malfoy's clothing. With one hand, Draco brushed her hair back, exposing the tender spot between her neck and collarbone. Then, leaning down even further, he placed a short soft kiss on her neck.
Hermione's lips parted but no sound came out. Her mind became a blur. It was like three hours ago, when Malfoy had been on top of her. She couldn't gather her thoughts or comprehend anything but the overwhelming wave of...pleasure?
Another kiss was pressed into her neck, but this time, Hermione audibly gasped. The sound compelled Draco to kiss her skin again. She smelled so sweet-like vanilla. He couldn't help himself. He nipped at her skin and smirked as a small hum of satisfaction came from Hermione. "All you have to say is yes," Draco murmured. "Say yes, and I'll do what the other useless blokes couldn't." He sucked softly on her neck, and Hermione whimpered. Draco broke contact with Hermione's bared out neck and brushed his lips against her ear. "I'll show you exactly what it's like to lose yourself in pleasure," he whispered roughly.
Hermione felt her body screaming for her to say yes. But instead, she just smirked and reached up to grab Malfoy's tie. She pulled him down to be at her level, slightly choking him. Then she brushed her lips against Draco's, and looked at him through her long lashes. "I think you need me more than I need you," she whispered teasingly. "What makes you think you can get me to actually say yes? A few neck kisses?" It was Hermione's turn to chuckle. "Oh, Draco Malfoy," she murmured, her voice low and sweet like honey, "you'll have to try a lot harder than that."
Take a risk for once.
A/N So this chapter is really short and I'm sorry. But recently I've been diagnosed with anxiety and depression (I'm not saying this for pity). Every time I tried to write, things just ended up dark and I didn't want that, so I spent a lot of time writing and rewriting then ended up with the short chapter above.
I'm still updating, nothing will change, but I think you guys deserve to know why I'm not being consistent in my chapters and uploading often. Sometimes I just get into "Episodes" where all I can think of is darkness so I try to spend time clearing my mind before writing.
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~KittyKat