After hours of tossing and turning, Draco came to the conclusion that he was incapable of sleeping. He was restless from the thought of Hermione. All that he could think of was the way she looked. Her pink lips and dark eyes haunted him. He silently groaned and threw the covers of his bed off his body.
Draco wondered what it would be like to be with Hermione. To feel her lips...Would they be as soft as they looked? To kiss every inch of her body...Would she taste as divine as she smelled? The sweet scent of vanilla was still stuck in his mind. Draco groaned and covered his face with his hands. Granger was messing with his mind.
But he was prepared to end his roaming thoughts. All Draco had to do was seduce Hermione, and once he had his fill, he would be done thinking of her. At least, that's what he hoped would happen. Draco had plenty of one-night-stands and believed that Granger would just be another one. The only difference was that she lived with him... And was about to have a child with him... And was stuck on his mind unlike any other girl he had encountered.
Draco groaned again and draped his arm over his eyes. "Fucking hell, Granger," he muttered.
He thought about Blaise's advice. Charm her, Drake. After you guys get past 'naked' then everything else will be a breeze. Draco had thought that it would be easy to charm Hermione. He had no problem seducing other girls. All he usually had to do was smirk and a girl would throw herself at him. But Granger was not an ordinary girl, so how would he get her? Draco sighed and thought harder about Blaise's advice.
"Find Granger's weakness," Blaise said. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and leaned against the wall of the tower.
"Well she bloody loves books, but those aren't seductive," Draco drawled with an eye roll. "Trust Granger to not have an interest in something fun."
"Think about it. I have to go- Ginny's waiting for me. Ciao, Drago," Blaise said, smirking as he spoke Italian. Then he walked off into the tower, leaving Draco alone.
Ciao, Drago, Draco thought. His lips tugged into a sly smile as he realized what he had to do. Blaise, you're a genius.
The next morning, the platinum haired Slytherin woke up with a slight smirk on his lips. He rolled out of bed, shirtless and as devilishly handsome as always. Draco could hear Hermione wake up, right as the clock struck six.
Punctual as ever, Granger, Draco thought.
He walked to the bathroom, staying quiet so that Hermione wouldn't know that he was in there. He began to brush his teeth, silently anticipating for Hermione to enter the bathroom.
Three, two, one... Draco spat out the mix of saliva and toothpaste into the sink, then put away his toothbrush.
Hermione walked into the room, wearing only a tank top and shorts. Her eyes widened as they landed on the shirtless Draco. Her lips parted slightly as she stared at his bare chest. Draco merely smirked and took in Hermione's appearance.
She looked ravishing as she stood in the door way, flustered and blushing.
"Bonjour, mon chaton," Draco said in fluent French. "Vous regardez irrésistible." (Good morning, my kitten. You look irresistible.)
Hermione looked at the ground, red faced. Draco chuckled and continued to look at Hermione. He could see every curve of her body, and the teenage hormonal side of him was enjoying every second of it.
"I didn't know you were in here," Hermione said. "I'll just go."
"Non." (No.)
Draco washed his faced with water, then glanced back at Hermione. He gave her a charming smile before walking out of the bathroom.
"What the hell?" Hermione muttered under her breath. Since when did Draco know how to speak French?
"Malfoy needs to stop," Hermione said to Ginny. "He's being-"
"Charming?"
"Annoying."
Ginny laughed and rolled her eyes. "A hot guy is speaking French to you. Why on Earth are you complaining?"
"Perhaps you like it when he speaks French," Luna piped in. "But of course you're in denial right now because you don't want to like it." Hermione scowled at the Ravenclaw, but Luna merely smiled. "He's trying to get into your pants. Just fight fire with fire."
Hermione frowned slightly. "And how do you suppose I do that? He's Malfoy. He has tons of options for girls, and I'm just another Plain Jane."
Luna giggled and her body swayed slightly. "Hermione, all you have to do is tempt him. He's a boy."
"You can not actually be suggesting that I seduce him before he can seduce me."
"Why not? You're already having his child."
Suddenly, Hermione was at a loss for words. "Luna... Shouldn't I do the opposite? You know, avoid the git."
Luna hummed and swayed slightly in her seat. She tilted her head from side to side then grabbed one of the chocolate frogs on her bed. She contemplated what to say next. After all, when Hermione and Ginny showed up at her flat with sweets, she figured that they wanted to talk about boys. Though the topic of Hermione and Draco was tricky. All Luna wanted to say was that Hermione and Draco needed to shag already. But Luna had suggested that before, and Hermione all but yelled her ear off.
"Well, you could avoid him," Luna agreed. "But that'd be far too boring. Think of how fun it would be to mess with Draco."
"Oh Hermione, wouldn't you want to mess with his mind a bit?" Ginny asked excitedly.
Hermione bit down on her bottom lip and her eyebrows furrowed together. "I'm going to regret this decision, but..."
For the next four days, the whole school watched as the Head Boy and Girl tempted each other. Draco was constantly walking around their dorm shirtless. Hermione began wearing more fitting clothes, that hugged her body. During meals and classes, their knees would occasionally brush the other's, or their hands would touch when they reached for something at the same time. Their playful banter never ceased, and they always made a show.
"Bonjour, mon chaton," Draco greeted, placing a kiss on Hermione's cheek. "How are you and our son?" He wrapped his arm around Hermione's waist and placed his hand on the growing bump on her stomach.
"Or daughter," Hermione corrected. "You seem to forget that he might be a she."
"Well I guess we'll find out in a couple of weeks," Draco replied haughtily. "But Malfoys always have boys first. And even if you aren't a Malfoy, our son is."
"Don't be so full of yourself. And the possibility of us having a girl is just as great as us having a boy. This is basic genetics, Malfoy. I know you aren't daft, so don't act like you are."
Draco scoffed and flicked Hermione's nose. Hermione gaped at him, appalled that he had the audacity to touch her. She elbowed his rib cage roughly, causing him to wince.
"What the hell, woman! I merely flicked your nose! You didn't have to bruise me for it," Draco huffed.
Hermione moved a few inches away from Draco and looked away from him. "Well don't touch me."
"You didn't seem to mind it last night," Draco quipped, his voice low.
Hermione's face reddened and everyone watched as she slowly turned to face her 'husband.' "Draco. Malfoy," she said warningly.
Hermione sang softly to herself as she rubbed lotion onto her skin. Steam surrounded her and fogged up the mirror. Hermione's cheeks were slightly pink from the warmth of the bathroom. She had taken a long hot shower, due to a rough day in Care of Magical Creatures.
There was a soft knock on the bathroom door, but Hermione didn't hear it. She continued to place lotion on her legs, only stopping to adjust the towel wrapped around her body. Outside the bathroom, Draco was impatiently waiting. He was sweaty from playing quidditch with Blaise and Theo. His shirt was discarded somewhere in the common room next to his broom. All Draco cared about was getting a long shower to help him relax. After a few moments of no answer from Hermione, Draco opened the bathroom door and peeked in.
His face flushed at the sight of the brunette, and he quickly looked away. Hermione shrieked and hugged her towel tighter around her body.
"Malfoy!"
Draco tried to hide his embarrassment by responding, "See, Love? I haven't even done anything to you and already I have you screaming my name."
"Malfoy, you pervert! Get out!" Hermione exclaimed.
Draco chuckled and winked at Hermione. "Oh come off it, Granger. Nothing I haven't seen before."
A frustrated cry came from Hermione. She grabbed the bottle of lotion and threw it at Malfoy. The bastard dodged it with ease, making Hermione even more upset. She took a step forward, prepared to attack the slimy Slytherin in front of her. But without warning, her foot slipped on a small puddle of water, and she landed roughly on her backside. A yelp escaped her lips and Hermione pouted.
"Are you okay, Granger?" Draco asked. He walked closer to her, ignoring her protests about him seeing her indecent.
"I'm fine." Hermione winced as she tried to get off the ground. Her tailbone ached.
Draco sighed and shook his head. "Stubborn witch," he muttered. He lifted her into his arms, carrying her bridal style.
Hermione gasped and tried to shove Draco away, but if she had even moved him slightly, it didn't show. Quidditch had gifted Draco with a rock hard chest that acted like a wall. The Slytherin carried the wounded princess to her room, and gently placed her on her bed. Instead of leaving right away, he made his way to the chest of drawers and rummaged through it.
"Malfoy! What are you doing?"
Draco pulled out a large shirt from one of the drawers and raised an eyebrow at Hermione. The shirt was big enough to be a dress, and its faded orange color showed that it was old. One the front was the logo of the Chudley Cannons.
"Weasel's shirt?" Draco sneered. Hermione nodded slowly. Draco snorted and tossed the shirt on the ground. It didn't even deserve to be put back in the drawer.
Hermione gaped at Draco and tried to get up, but her tailbone ached once more, making her wince. Draco left the room, without so much as a glance in her direction. He wasn't gone long. Only a few moments later, he returned to the room with a silky emerald shirt. He tossed it at Hermione.
"Put it on."
"Excuse you-"
"Put it on, Granger. Or do you wish to stay half naked? I don't mind the latter."
"You're such a pervert, Malfoy!" Hermione exclaimed. But she still had no other choice but to put on the shirt. Gathering her pride, she slipped the shirt on over the towel, then let the towel go once the shirt was on. She tossed the towel to the side then looked at Draco. "Are you going to pick out my undergarments? Or perhaps you feel the need to give me your boxers to wear?" she drawled, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
The Slytherin chuckled. "Tempting," he mused at the last option. He made his way back to the chest of drawers and found the drawers with her underwear. The sight was shocking to say the least. "I never took you for the type for lace." Draco held up a pair of green lace panties. "Have you been saving this for me?"
"Yes, Draco. In fact every green and silver underwear in there is for you," Hermione deadpanned. She expected a perverted reply back, but instead, Draco walked over to her.
His eyes were darkened and his demeanor resembled a predator's when it was about to attack its prey. Draco came closer to Hermione. It was only then when Hermione realized that he was shirtless. His bare chest was on display for her to admire. Hermione gulped and tried to move to the other end of the bed, away from Malfoy.
But the moment she moved, Draco pounced. He easily pinned her to the bed. His right knee was between her legs while his left one pressed lightly on her leg to keep her from kicking his precious jewels. Hermione looked up at him with her doe eyes. Her lips slightly parted and her face flushed. The Lioness's curly brown mane sprawled out from underneath her.
Draco leaned down. For a moment, Hermione thought he was going to kiss her. But instead, his lips grazed her ear, and she felt his warm breath on her skin. "Everything in there is for me, Love. Remember our agreement? We only sleep with each other," Draco said. His voice was low and rough. "Which means..." He pulled away from her ear and looked into her golden eyes. "You're mine."
He lightly bit her bottom lip and tugged, receiving a small whimper in response. Hermione's face reddened in embarrassment, but she couldn't let Draco have the last word. She flipped them over so that she was on top, and she straddled, Draco's waist, hovering a few inches above him. Hermione kissed Draco's jaw, then trailed kisses to his ear.
"Then I'm yours, as much as you are mine," she whispered.
A deep sound vibrated throughout the Slytherin's chest. It brought shivers down Hermione's spine, and made her become highly aware of their position. She kissed Draco's jaw again, but then kissed his neck. Draco's hands reached up to grab her waist. Hermione continued to kiss him. Her lips left a trail of fire everywhere they went. When Hermione lightly sucked at the juncture between his neck and collarbone, Draco couldn't stop the groan that forced its way to the surface.
"Fuck, Hermione," he hissed.
Her name sounded so sweet on his tongue. It was a rare treat for Hermione to hear him say her name. Hermione continued her sensual attacks on Draco's neck, wanting to hear her name being called out again. Never before had someone wanted her like this. Never had someone lusted over her. Yet here Draco was, keeping her in his grasps as if he was afraid she'd leave.
"Granger, stop before I do something stupid," Draco breathed.
If Hermione heard him, then she didn't care. She nipped at his skin, causing him to hold her in a vice-like grip. Hermione pulled away from Draco's neck and moved to his jaw, slowing getting closer to his lips.
"Granger..."
Her kisses continued.
"Granger..."
She was so close to his lips.
"Hermione."
She stopped.
"Draco Malfoy Jr. sounds like a good boy name, yes?" Draco said, changing the topic.
"No. It's awful," Hermione deadpanned. "You're such a git, Malfoy."
The two began eating their breakfast as their friends looked at them, expecting for a bigger argument to arise. But when neither of the two spoke, everyone else began to eat as well. Harry, who was sitting next to Pansy at the table, eyed Hermione and Draco for a moment. He wondered when they would kiss already. Hell, he already kissed Pansy but then again, it was more of a peck.
"Theo thinks it'll be a boy too," Luna murmured to Hermione. "I wouldn't mind for a boy."
"Well I'm having a girl," Pansy stated.
"We- and no. We are definitely having a boy," Harry said. He didn't care much for gender, but he loved getting Pansy upset. The brunette all but hit him as her brain registered what he said.
"You better hope not, Potter. I'm putting this baby in a dress- whether it's a boy or girl." Pansy scowled, but there was a certain sparkle in her eye that caused amusement to dance over her features.
"Well we'll all find out today. McMiggins is telling us the baby's gender so we know what to shop for on the Hogsmeade trip," Ginny spoke up.
There was a murmur throughout the whole Slytherin table. A few people shifted anxiously in their seats. In less an hour, the genders will be revealed.
A/N Thank you for reading! Sorry for any mistakes!