A/N: Hey everyone! Here’s a new song fic for you. I have a gift – LoL – that every time I hear a song, I can pretty much turn it into a Dramione song fic. Awesome huh? Anyway, this one is to Bonnie Raitt’s “Something to Talk About.” I have very eclectic music tastes, as you’ve probably noticed, but that’s okay. You’ll like this one. It’s in Hermione POV. And it is a little different than my other song fics, as in it a little more story than smut, but I promise it won’t disappoint.

Also, I’m still looking into doing a sequel to “Trouble.” I haven’t decided if I want to yet, but I might. A lot of people have asked for it, so we’ll see. I know you all want to see how Hermione can retaliate. LoL. Okay, enough of that. Onto the fic.

Kate

Warning: Smut. There are two sections of it. The first and last lines of each section are bolded if you want to skip it.

Disclaimer: I. Do. Not. Own. Harry. Potter. Damn.

People are talkin’, talkin’ ‘bout people
I hear them whisper, you won’t believe it
They think we’re lovers kept under covers
I just ignore it, but they keep sayin’
We laugh just a little too loud
We stand just a little too close
We stare just a little too long
Maybe they’re seein’, somethin’ we don’t, Darlin’

“Anyone want some more wine?” I scan the faces of my best friends – Ginny, Ron, Harry, Neville, Luna, Pansy, Blaise and Draco – sitting on my large, round and extremely comfortable couch and smile, a large bottle of wine in my hand. “We’ve only been through ten bottles so far.” Everyone laughs at my wit and I see each glass extended towards me. I fill each glass, including my own which is sitting on the coffee table, then exit the room to throw away yet another empty wine bottle.

When I come back into the room Ron is talking about his latest Quidditch match. I have a seat next to Draco on the couch and pretend to pay attention. I admit, I never have been a huge fan of Quidditch. My dislike has only grown over the years since we’ve graduated from Hogwarts. But, in my present company, this is a totally normal and constantly occurring conversation.

Instead of listening to Ron go on and on about the spectacular save he made, I start to scan the room. Never in my life would I have imagined Pansy, Blaise and Draco being considered part of my group of best friends. But, in the last ten years, life has changed dramatically for all of us, and despite our differences we all get along very well.

Tonight we have all gathered at my flat to celebrate the sudden engagement of Pansy to Blaise. Even though they have been dating for nearly five years, none of us ever thought they’d actually get married. Pansy had been trying for the last four years to get Blaise to propose to her, but Blaise isn’t the type to really want to get married. Don’t get me wrong, he’d never leave Pansy or hurt her, but marriage wasn’t a necessity for him. Now Pansy sits on the other side of Draco, a large platinum and diamond ring on her left hand and her right intertwined with Blaise’s.

I look past Blaise and watch as Neville sets his hand on Luna’s thigh, squeezing gently and smiling over at her. Neville and Luna have been married for a little over a year now, and even though Neville has his hands full with her occasional outbursts of weirdness, they are extremely happy. When I think about it, no one would be able to love and care for Luna like Neville. He has the patience he needs to listen to her, but the humor to not get annoyed or creeped out by her. They are quite perfect for each other.

Next to Luna is Ron, who has just recently broken up with his sixth “girlfriend” this month. Being an international Quidditch star, Ron has found the nymphomaniacs jackpot, as he’s so eloquently told Harry and me. However, with his new “hobby,” he’s been to a Muggle doctor once a month to have something cleaned up. He refuses to go to St. Mungo’s for fear that rumors will start about his private problems, but he has to see a new Muggle doctor every time because the first one scolded him for an hour when he went in twice in one month for something. He’ll never learn.

Beside Ron is Ginny and Harry beside her. At the moment they are getting along and happy in their marriage of five years, which is more than I can say for just over a month ago. Ginny and Harry both have a combative personality, so when they fight...well, let’s just say they’ve just recently remodeled their brand new house after they got in an argument over China patterns. No, I’m not kidding. They’re both obviously passionate about China patterns. But in all rocky relationships, they’ve agreed to see a therapist and are doing much better. Ginny tells me that they have really opened up to each other and when they argue they leave their wands in the other room. I applaud them.

My eyes drift over to Draco, who is sitting beside me, leaning back against the couch, a lazy grin on his face. I honestly can say he has changed the most since school. When his parents were both sentenced to Azkaban after the Second War, he made a vow not to be like them. His first order of business was to seek out Harry, Ron and I and apologize for everything he’d ever done to us. It took some convincing, but he was forgiven and thrown into the group without a second thought. It may have been more than he had expected, but he’s adjusted well. Now Harry, Draco and I all work together at the Ministry. I work on the fourth level in the Care of Magical Creatures Department. Harry and Draco are both Aurors. I know, Draco Malfoy an Auror. Amazing huh? The truth is he’s a damn good one and it’s been an interesting transformation to watch.

I turn my attention back to Ron, who is animatedly talking about yet another save he made in a Quidditch match against the Holyhead Harpies. After a few boring minutes, I catch Draco staring at me from the corner of my eye. I turn to smile at him. “Thanks for volunteering your place for this little get-together,” he says and smiles – a true, genuine Draco Malfoy smile. You should see how it lights up his face. It’s amazing.

“It was no problem,” I say and smile back. “I’d do anything for my friends.” Draco was the one who had called to let me know that Blaise had finally proposed. He suggested we have a small party to celebrate, and though we normally party at Malfoy Manor, it’s currently being remodeled, so I volunteered my place. It’s centrally located for everyone, and just large enough to hold us all without feeling cramped.

Draco runs a hand through his messy hair and says, “Yeah, I’ve noticed that about you. It’s about time someone did something big for you too, don’t you think?”

I shake my head and take a drink from my glass. “I don’t think so,” I say. I mean it. “I don’t require much. Just the love of my friends.” Draco smiles and raises his glass to me in response.

Let’s give ‘em somethin’ to talk about
Let’s give ‘em somethin’ to talk about
Let’s give ‘em somethin’ to talk about
How about love?

Thirty minutes later I’m sitting at the same place on the couch, but only looking across it at Ginny, Harry and Ron. The others have gone home, seeing as its well past midnight on a weeknight, and the other three have stayed to help me “clean up.” My house is immaculate most of the time, so cleaning really isn’t necessary. Instead it’s just nice to be alone with my three very best friends.

We’ve just been talking about how great it is that Blaise has finally found the courage inside of himself to settle down with Pansy. We all stand up and grab the empty wine glasses from the coffee table and head to the kitchen to dispense of them there.

“So, ‘Mione?” After I set three glasses in the dishwasher, I turn to look at Ginny. She has an evil grin on her face. That can never be good.

“Yes?”

She glances at Harry, who nods at her, an evil grin on his face too. I’m overly confused. “When exactly are you and Draco going to announce your engagement?”

I’m taking the last drink of my wine when I choke on it. Coughing, I set the glass down and choke out, “Excuse me?”

They’re all laughing and Ron says, “Oh come off it ‘Mione. Everyone knows you and Malfoy are secretly dating.”

I must be losing my mind. “Draco and I are not dating.” I think my voice is a little shrill and I take a deep breath to calm myself. “Where in the name of Merlin did you get that idea?”

“Come on ‘Mione, it’s obvious. You don’t have to hide it from us anymore,” Harry drops down in a chair at my kitchen table and Ginny sits on his lap, resting an arm around his shoulders. “You’re always sitting really close together.”

“Yeah, and you both always have that stupid, lovesick smile on your face,” Ron adds.

“Not to mention you two are constantly planning something together. For example tonight’s get together,” says Ginny.

“And I don’t think I need to bring up the fact that you two are constantly staring at each other when the other isn’t looking,” Harry finishes, an amused smile on his face. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. “We just want to hear it from your mouth.”

I shake my head. “You’re all mental. None of that is at all true. And furthermore, I am not going to admit something that isn’t happening. Draco and I,” I pause for a second to collect myself, “are not a couple.” I watch each one of them nod their heads, a smirk on each face, and I want to scream out. Why aren’t they listening to me?

I find myself begging them to believe me, “Listen guys, if I were dating anyone, you’d be the first to know about it.” Their knowing smiles don’t encourage me at all.

I feel so foolish, I never noticed
You’d act so nervous, could you be fallin’ for me?
It took a rumor to make me wonder
Now I’m convinced I’m goin’ under
Thinkin’ ‘bout you every day
Dreamin’ ‘bout you every night
Hopin’ you feel the same way
Now that we know it, let’s really show it, Darlin’

It’s well past two in the morning and I’m staring at my ceiling unable to sleep. I keep replaying the conversation with Ginny, Harry and Ron over and over again in my mind. Are they seeing something that I’m not? I’ve always been absolutely sure that Draco has no feelings for me, but now I wonder. And, though I never admitted it to anyone else, I had feelings for Draco at one time. Those feelings are what actually caused Ron and me to break up in the first place. Of course no one knows that, but still.

No, there is nothing going on between Draco and me. We are only friends. Sure, he’s handsome – I’d go as far as to say he’s extremely sexy – but it’s Draco. I know him too well. He knows me too well. It would be like me trying to date Harry or Neville or something. No, I can’t see myself with Draco.

Though I don’t want it to, my mind drifts and I can see Draco clearly in my mind. I close my eyes to bring the image into focus. Yes, Draco Malfoy is sexy. I can see his tall, tight and toned frame – he’s about 6’3” and towers a foot over the top of me. His muscles are always clearly visible through clothing no matter if it’s a pair of jeans and a t-shirt or one of his black business suits. In my little image of him he has that confident Malfoy smirk on his pale face, steel-gray eyes staring into my soul and ruffled just-fell-out-of-bed blond hair on top of his head. Yes, Draco Malfoy is extremely sexy.

I can feel the heat building in the pit of my stomach as my mind’s eye scours every inch of his body, which is losing pieces of clothing with each passing second. I don’t know what’s coming over me – it must be all the wine I had to drink – but right now I want nothing more than to think about shagging the hell out of him. And even as I think it, one of my hands slips underneath my silk night shirt and pinches my already hard nipple. I gasp and then pinch it again, my other hand reaching out to my nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out my vibrator.

I never open my eyes as I pinch my nipples again and imagine his long fingers doing it. My image of him is concrete, real and oh-so hot. I can see every muscle of his chest and arms; the eight-pack begging to be touched. His hands are all over me, touching all the right places.

In my room my hand touches all the places I imagine Draco touching; my nipples, my stomach, my clit. As my fingers slide over my slick and throbbing clit, I let out a strangled cry. The image of Draco is pressing his tongue hard to my clit.

I take the vibrator, push my silk knickers of the way and shove it quickly into my wet and waiting hole. Suddenly I don’t want to wait for the orgasm that is screaming to be released, I want it now. I flip the switch at the bottom of the vibrator and scream out as I start sliding it quickly in and out of me, pressing hard on my clit with my other hand. Behind closed eyes Draco has his tongue on my clit and three fingers pumping inside of me.

I’m breathing hard and screaming out with every thrust of the vibrator into me. I’m so close to coming. I can feel myself teetering on the edge of the high cliff, staring down at the water below, which is promising nothing but pure pleasure. A few more pumps later and I jump off the cliff, allowing the orgasm to shake my entire body.

“Oh my fucking God Draco!” I scream it. And not until I come down from the high of my self-inflicted orgasm, shaking and relaxed, the vibrator at my side dripping with my juices, do I realize that I just masturbated to the thought of Draco Malfoy.

“Oh Merlin.” I cover my face with my hands and shake my head. This can’t be happening. Draco can’t have feelings for me. I can’t have feelings for him. It’s just not...plausible.

As my breathing goes back to normal, my mind starts working on overdrive. I should just call Draco right now and ask him. I’m a straightforward kind of woman. I need to just check and make sure. If everyone else sees it, maybe it’s really there. I need to know, because if he really has feelings for me, then it would be okay that I just masturbated to the thought of him. It would be okay that I still have feelings for him, feelings I thought I had finally gotten rid of.

I turn my head and look at the clock. It’s just past three in the morning. I can’t call him now. I’ll wait and talk to him tomorrow at work. Right now I just need to get some sleep.

I lie back against the pillows and close my eyes, trying to concentrate on letting sleep overcome me. Unfortunately when I close my eyes all I can see is Draco’s face swimming in front of me.

Reaching out to the side of me I grab the vibrator and flip it back on. It’s going to be a long night.

Let’s give ‘em somethin’ to talk about
Let’s give ‘em somethin’ to talk about
Let’s give ‘em somethin’ to talk about
How about love?

The next morning came quicker than I had expected. And as I dragged my sleepy self down the hall to my office, I ran a hand through my hair, flattening as much of it as I possibly could. I overslept, having spent nearly two hours in bed masturbating to the thought of Draco and not falling asleep until the sun was just peaking out from the horizon. When I finally did get out of bed, I was so consumed by my thoughts and actions from the night before; I could barely concentrate on getting ready. The best part of my morning was when I showered and thought of Draco again. I shiver just thinking about the images I had of him throwing me against the shower wall and shagging me hard while I screamed for more.

I open the door to my office, yawn loudly and walk over to my desk, flopping down in the chair behind it. I lie my head down on the desk top and groan.

“That’s not a particularly ladylike sound coming from you ‘Mione.” My head pops up quickly at the sound of Draco’s voice. He has an amused smirk on his face and my stomach does a flip-flop while I feel a shiver course through my body. I’m sure my juices are already running as all my images of him from last night come flooding at me. “A little too much wine? Or did you not get enough sleep last night?”

As crazy as this may sound, he almost looks like he knows what I did last night. I quickly look away from him to pull my work robes on over my clothes so he won’t see the blush creep up my cheeks.

I stumble over my words as I clasp my robes together, “I-I-I, uh, think it was t-too much w-wine. I-I-I’m a little woozy today.” Woozy? Yeah, woozy is definitely not the word for what I’m feeling right now. More like horny. Very, very horny.

I hear him shut the door behind him and I turn to see him striding across the room to sit in the chair across from my desk. I find myself staring at his lips as I try to muster up the courage to talk to him about what Ginny, Harry and Ron said last night. It’s hard though. Last night I was determined to get it out in the open and find out. Now, with his sexy self sitting across from me, I’m finding that the words are sticking to my esophagus, unwilling to come out.

Draco tips his head and looks at me with that same amused smirk. “What’s wrong with you ‘Mione? You’re awfully quiet.”

Well, it’s now or never isn’t it?

Let’s give ‘em somethin’ to talk about
A little mystery to figure out
Let’s give ‘em somethin’ to talk about
How about love, love, love, love?

I rearrange the pencils on my desk, trying to come up with the best words to ask him this simple little thing. “Well, I’m wondering, are you interested in me?” Merlin, that didn’t come out quite as eloquently as I had hoped. The dying smirk on his face is my trigger to continue talking, to try and cover up that disaster of a question I just asked him.

“It’s just that Ginny, Harry and Ron made a comment last night that sort of – well it made me wonder.” I’m stuttering. “They said it always looks like we’re dating,” I pause and feel my face flush. “Secretly of course. And it made me wonder, you know, if they’re seeing something that we don’t.” I’m babbling. “Because, if there is something there, then I guess – well, what I mean to say is – I’d be willing to maybe give it a try.” Oh Merlin, did I just say that? My face has to be as red as a radish now. Okay, keep going.

“But, of course, I’m sure they’re just seeing things. You know how those three are.” I wave my hand absent mindedly to try and shake off everything. “I mean, really now, Draco Malfoy interested in Hermione Granger. Why it’s laughable.” Why is he looking at me like that? That smirk is coming back and I don’t know if I like it. Bloody hell, he probably thinks I’ve gone mental.

“So, anyway, I guess I just felt it was necessary to clear the air a little. But, now that I think about it, it was really quite pointless.” I turn my attention to the desk in front of me, grabbing papers and stacking them. “Now if you’ll excuse me Draco, I have a lot of work to do today. It was great seeing you.”

Yes, that was it. It was done and over with. I should have known Draco could never have any feelings for me. I shouldn’t have even brought it up. When I get the chance, I’m going to hex those three to oblivion for even making me think there was something going on. Then I’m going to obliviate myself so I can forget any of this ever happened. Sweet Merlin, I’m a git. A complete git.

I guess I’m so engrossed in my thoughts that I don’t realize Draco is still sitting across from me until he clears his throat. I look up, slightly shocked and then I know my face reddens again. I mentally kick myself for being so easily flustered. “You’re finished now, I assume?”

I simply nod my head because the words are stuck in my throat again and I’m sure if I try to even utter a word it will come out in a squeak. His eyes, which are staring deeply into mine, are unnerving, but I can’t seem to look away. The amused smirk is back on his face again.

“I am interested in you.” It’s a simple statement, but it still makes my legs feel like jello. If I hadn’t seen his lips move, I might have believed those words were never actually spoken by him. I had convinced myself that Draco would never be interested in me, and now my mind is reeling from the information that he is. Oh Merlin, it’s been a long day.

He doesn’t give me time to say anything back because he’s standing up, pointing his wand over his shoulder at the door, muttering a locking and silencing charm, and pulling me out of my chair and into his arms in less than ten seconds. He tosses his wand on my desk and puts his lips to mine in one simple motion.

Draco Malfoy is many things, and one of those is a fabulous kisser. His lips are soft, yet strong against mine, capturing my bottom lip into his mouth and nibbling it like its fresh fruit. He releases my lip and then brushes his tongue gently across it before slipping it into my mouth and caressing my tongue with it. While he assaults my mouth, his hands slip down around my bum and lift me up to sit on my desk. He pushes my legs apart and steps between them, pressing himself tight against me. My fingers snake into the hair at the nape of his neck and my other hand is gripping his forearm for dear life. My head is spinning. This is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I’m sinking into a euphoric state that I don’t want to come out of. I want to bury myself into him and never come out. Bloody hell, this is something I have waited my whole life for.

His lips come away from mine and he rests his forehead against mine. I hear a loan groan escape his mouth and I finally remember to breathe. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” His words come out in a husky whisper than makes me want to cream my knickers instantly. Instead I just nod, not trusting my voice, and my lips come dangerously close to his.

Something inside me comes to life when I look into his eyes and I want nothing more than to lose myself in him. I start twirling a small piece of his hair around my finger until it’s wrapped completely around. I pull my hand back slightly and his head tips back away from mine. I grab a handful of his hair in my hand and pull his head to the side, leaving his neck exposed. Slowly I drop my lips to the side of his neck and start sucking, kissing and licking up to his earlobe. I nibble on it for a second and then release it from my mouth, blowing on it gently.

I feel Draco shudder between my legs and he presses closer into me, grinding his hardness into me, as he lets out another groan. “Bloody hell ‘Mione, you’re going to make me come in my trousers.”

“Well that just won’t do.” I don’t even recognize my voice. It’s low and sexy and seductive. Never in a million years would I have believed my voice could sound that way. It seems to catch Draco by surprise as well because I hear his sharp intake of breath and then he says,

“Sweet mother of Merlin.” The next thing I know his trousers are unbuckled, unzipped and, with his boxers, down around his ankles. My skirt is up around my waist and my knickers are on the desk next to me, soaked. Draco bites at my neck while one hand tweaks my nipple through my shirt and bra and the other slides between my legs and started pressing firmly on my clit.

Fighting the urge to scream out, I bite down on his clothed shoulder and wrap my fingers around his hardened cock and start stroking it. “Fuck.” The word is forced out between Draco’s lips and my neck and I nod my head in agreement. His voice is shaky when he says, “I can’t wait anymore ‘Mione. I want you now.”

I lift my eyes to his, kiss his lips gently and then guide him with my hand to my hole. Staring at each other, he presses the tip to my wet slit and then thrusts quickly, filling me completely. I let out a gasp of pure pleasure. I have never felt so full in my entire life and yet it feels so good.

His strokes are short and quick at first and he chokes out, “Merlin, you are so bloody tight.” I can’t speak. All coherent thoughts have left me and all I can concentrate on is how good he feels inside of me. I’m already teetering on the edge of an orgasm, but I hold myself back. Not yet.

Draco quickly leans me back against my desk and lifts my legs up on his shoulders. The angle puts the tip of his cock right on my G-spot and the minor touch throws my body into shakes of pleasure. “Holy fuck Draco!”

He has a wicked grin on his face when he looks at me and says, “Oh you haven’t seen anything yet.”

As quickly as the words come out of his mouth, he pulls his cock all the way out of me and then slams it back in hard, causing my first orgasm to come while I scream out in ecstasy. He doesn’t stop though and continues to assault my wet hole with his hard cock and slams into me over and over again. My body shakes with my first orgasm and every time he slams into me, his cock crashes against my G-spot causing me to groan and shake more. It’s like one continuous orgasm as he fucks me senseless.

Another two thrusts and a grunt and Draco shoots his load into me, screaming out, “Hermione!” Never has my name sounded so good. The force of his orgasm pushes me over the edge again and my muscle contract around him, causing him to shudder even more.

Draco collapses against my chest and tries to catch his breath. My fingers twist into his hair and I lift his head to look at me. “That was amazing,” I say between breaths.

A smile touches his lips. “You are amazing.” He stands up straight, his cock popping out of my dripping slit and pulls me into a sitting position on the desk. He touches his lips to mine and then pulls back. “This may not be the best time,” he says gently. “But I’ve never been good with my timing.”

I grab my wand and quickly use a cleaning spell to clean up my desk top and me. “What?” I ask, even though I’m preoccupied with cleaning my office.

Draco grabs my wand hand to stop me and I look into his eyes. They are crystal clear and deep gray, almost black pools of lust. “Marry me ‘Mione.”

I know my eyes are as big as saucers and there are a million thoughts running through my mind all at one time. I can’t decipher any of them and I know this is crazy, but my mouth betrays me. “Okay.”

Draco’s smile grows from ear to ear and I find myself smiling back. There are a million reasons not to marry Draco Malfoy, but the truth is I love him. I think I always have. And, looking at him now, I know he loves me too.

“Good,” he says. “Let’s go tell everyone.” I laugh.

Let’s give ‘em somethin’ to talk about
Let’s give ‘em somethin’ to talk about
Let’s give ‘em somethin’ to talk about
How about love, love, love, love?

A/N: Okay, there you have it. Please review. Thanks!

P.S. The download for this song will be up sometime tomorrow (Friday). I don't have it on this computer. Sorry. :)