Disclaimer: I do not own any recognisable characters in this Fan Fiction
A/N: I wasn't going to write a second chapter but a few of you subscribed to the alerts and others of you wanted a second chapter, so here's the second and final chapter. Also I'd like you to know that this is not HBP or DH compliant.
Chapter 2: Honour
The next day at breakfast was awkward to say the least. Harry didn't know what had happened the previous night and so couldn't quite understand why Ron wasn't quite looking Hermione in the eye anymore. He decided that they must have had a row, they always do, and they will get over it eventually. Hermione couldn't sit very comfortably due to the injuries Ron had inflicted on her. She also didn't really know how to handle the situation; she couldn't pretend that it was nothing, rape is not a matter to be taken lightly, but she didn't want to tell anyone or have Harry asking awkward questions. She had half a mind to go over to the Slytherin table and sit with Malfoy but again that would raise even more questions. Ron, she noticed, was only playing with the food rather than eating it, he wasn't looking her in the eye and he had a guilty face plastered to his features. 'Good,' she thought, 'and if he thinks we're getting back together after this he has another thing coming.'
She finished her breakfast and stood up to leave, telling the boys, or more specifically – Harry, that she was going to the library. It was a believable excuse and she did need to get a book out before classes started that day. As she stood her eyes met with a pair of steel grey on the table across the Great Hall, when he saw that she was leaving he got up too, made his excuses and followed her out the door.
"Granger!" she heard from behind her.
"Yes, Malfoy?" she replied.
"Two things. One is if the Weasel gives you grief... or tries to... y'know... just... let me know. Second is... well... erm... I... than-... last night was... erm... nice." The last word came out more as a question than a statement, she noticed, as if he didn't really know what the right word was. "Does Potter know about Weasley's... behaviour?"
"No. It would be too awkward. Thank you, by the way. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't been there."
The next few days continued to be awkward for the Golden Trio and Hermione often tried to avoid Ron as much as possible by going to the library and Head's common room to study. Harry had noticed this and often asked what had happened between his two best friends to make Hermione want to run off. Ron was still looking overly guilty and sorry for himself. Hermione noticed that Malfoy started to sit subtly closer to her in the classes they both shared with Ron and that he never seemed too far away around the school.
For this Hermione was eternally grateful because she didn't know when Ron's guilt would turn to anger. She started to talk more with her fellow Head in the common room, enjoying his company, and often she would subtly hint where she'd be studying the next day for him to be close at hand. The days she hated most where when she was in the library and Malfoy was out on the Quidditch pitch with his teammates. She would keep her wand close on those days or insist that Harry join her.
Around a month after the event happened, Ron caught up with Hermione when she was walking to the library.
"Hermione, wait!" he called, but she continued walking, "Hermione! We need to talk about this, about us, please?" she spun round to face him anger written across her face.
"What is there to talk about, we're finished Ron!"
"We can't let this affect our relationship. We were – are – so good together. We should at least be friends."
"Why would I want to be friends with you after what you did to me," she said raising her voice a little. Once she said this she saw Harry come out of Great Hall, looking over at them curiously.
"Oh, come on Hermione, I know you enjoyed it really," he said in a low sultry voice.
"Enjoyed it? Enjoyed it?! What was there to enjoy?" she screamed Harry was making his way over to the scene now, "What part of a dick being shoved up my arse without my permission, in my sleep no less, would I enjoy?" Ron seemed taken aback by the crudeness of her words but soon grabbed her throat and shoved her into the nearest stone wall forcefully, Harry seemed to be running now but a different voice was what stopped Ron in his actions.
"Let her go," Malfoy snarled with his wand pointed at Ron's throat. Hermione was panting for breath when Ron dropped his hand and Draco moved in front of her. Harry was soon by her side helping her to stand and glaring at Ron.
"Malfoy, what are you," Ron paused and turned to Hermione giving her a deadly stare, "have you been cheating on me with him?" Hermione was shocked by these words of accusation. 'The nerve of that boy!'
"No," she said, although it came out slightly weaker than intended.
"I wouldn't go around making false accusations if I were you Weasley, especially considering what you have done, twice now it seems," the venom dripping from his words both scared Hermione and pleased her.
"It's not like you haven't done it before," Ron spat back. Draco's face lost its composure and flushed crimson with anger.
"Are you suggesting that I would attempt to rape my own girlfriend because I was too impatient to wait? I may be many things Weasley but I am not a low-life like you!" As his speech progressed Draco had backed Ron into the opposite wall and pinned him there with his wand. Harry, who had been next to Hermione and shaking with anger ran over to the scene, placed a hand on Draco's and lowered it.
"Come on, Malfoy. He's not worth getting into trouble for, let's just report him and have him punished justly." Draco's shoulders visibly relaxed when his hand was finally by his side and looked Harry in the eye.
"Alright, come on Weasel, you're coming with me to the Headmaster's office."
After reporting Ron to Dumbledore and explaining to Harry what had happened between Ron and Hermione four weeks previously, Hermione and Draco headed to their own common room whilst Harry headed to his. As soon as they were both through the portrait hole Hermione pulled Draco into an embrace.
"What's this for?" he asked as he returned the hug looking down at her long chocolate curls.
"Being there, again," she said pulling him tighter to her and looking up at him.
"It's no problem. I honestly don't see what you saw in that boy," he said looking into her honey coloured eyes.
"Neither do I now. Thank you though. I could get used to this y'know?"
"What?" he asked intrigued.
"You. Being my knight in shining armour," she smiled, "having you hold me, comfort me. It's nice. I like it." He smiled down at her.
"Me too," he said, taking her hand and leading her to the sofa in front of the fire, "how are you feeling?" he asked once they were both sat comfortably with her head rested on his shoulder and his arm draped around hers.
"Alright, a little shaken but I'm glad you and Harry were there, I don't want to even imagine what he would have done if you hadn't been." Draco squeezed her shoulders gently and she shifted so that they were closer.
"I'll always be there for you, and so will Potter probably, but hopefully for different reasons."
"How so?" Hermione asked, looking up at him now locking their gaze.
"Well Potter only likes you as a friend, I hope, and I find you... interesting."
"Interesting?" she asked sceptically.
"Yeah, you're funny, smart, strong willed and really rather... beautiful." With the last word Draco blushed, Hermione did too but smiled at him.
"I find you 'interesting' too," she said and he smiled. She leaned up and gave him a peck on the lips. He was shocked at first but when he looked down at her once she had pulled away he didn't want her lips to leave his. He enjoyed their sweetness and had been craving it since their first kiss. He leaned down and crashed his lips with hers with an indescribable passion, basking in the soft sweetness of her lips. She responded to his spicy lips just as fervently and shifted to have better access. In no time at all the kiss deepened and intensified and she was sat on his lap. Her arms were around his neck and her fingers were intertwined in his silky blonde hair. She shifted herself so that she was straddling him and he moaned into her mouth. She started to roll her hips against him and could immediately feel the effect she was having on him. She smirked and pulled away from the kiss, guiding his head to the crook of her neck.
He didn't need much encouragement and started to trail kisses up her neck to the tender spot behind her ear before making his way back down; nipping, kissing and licking a path down her to the tender spot where her neck met her shoulder, sucking harder at it making her moan and buck a little against him. He then kissed his way down her collar bone and reached for the top buttons of her pink silk blouse.
"Wait," she gasped, looking down into his lust filled eyes, "I want us to be together if we do this, not just the occasional fling; a proper couple." She paused before going on, "I didn't want you like that before but I do now. I need to know that you do too." He nodded,
"Yes, yes I do," he breathed. That was all she needed and started to grind against him again. He took that as a sign to continue his actions and continued to kiss her collarbone and undo her shirt. She whimpered as his fingertips lightly grazed her now bare torso. She tugged at the bottom of his tee shirt and whipped it over his head. She held him back for a moment just to marvel at his pale toned body. She smiled before starting to trace the lines of his muscles with her feather light touch, all the while grinding into his now extremely hard length. He sighed with satisfaction as she started to kiss his chest as well enjoying her undivided attention. She stopped her grinding and unwrapped herself still kissing his chest and slowly moving down his naked torso until she got to his jeans where she stopped to look up at him. She slowly started to unbutton them and pulled the zip down. She could see his black silk boxers were strained and quickly pulled both his jeans and his boxers to the floor. She was on her knees between his legs as he sat on the edge of the common room sofa in all his naked glory. 'He's divine,' she thought before continuing with her actions.
She started to kiss the inside of his left thigh with small tantalising kisses that left a trail of fire on his skin, making her way slowly to her destination. She made the same small lingering kisses up his hard length and stopped when she reached the head, where she started to open mouth kiss it. She slowly started to take him deeper and deeper in her mouth until she could not take him any further. She was in awe at his girth and length but did not let this hinder her devouring him. She worked him with her lips, bobbing her head up and down, creating a rhythm; when the rhythm started to increase she started to stroke his length with her tongue, teasing him all the more. It felt like ecstasy to him and knew he couldn't hold out for much longer. His breathing was becoming erratic and the only sounds he could make were groans of satisfaction. She took him deep into his mouth before withdrawing and trailing with her tongue, once she was almost fully withdrawn she took him again in the same manner.
"Hermione... I... Oh... God... Please... I'm going to... Ah;" and he screamed her name as he filled her mouth with his seed, which she swallowed willingly.
After recovering from the heights she'd sent him to, he looked down at her with misty eyes. She smiled seductively up at him before standing from her crouched position and kissing him deeply. Her mouth was hot and wet and he could taste himself on her lips. She was already on his lap and his hands were working up and down her naked back, sending shivers through her. His fingers lingered on the edge of her jeans and he started to slowly trail his fingers along it to the front where he unbuttoned and unzipped them slowly. His mouth left hers and started to move down her slender body. He gripped her hips and turned her so that she was laid on her back on the sofa. With a smooth motion he took her jeans and knickers off and moved his lips down her abdomen toward her entrance. He shifted so that he could have a better access and as he did so she parted her legs for him. With this he took no hesitation kissing her opening with the same fervour as he had the rest of her body. She was slick with anticipation which aroused him and made him want more. He licked the length of her tightness with a strong tongue before plunging it inside her. She gasped with pleasure and urged him to continue by lifting her hips off the sofa. She felt with every stroke of his tongue that she was on another world. Her breathing became more rapid and more intense as she neared the edge. With one final stroke of his tongue she was sent to heights that she never thought imaginable. He lapped her every drop of her juices up, revelling in their taste before crawling up her body again to kiss her. She was still recovering from the sensations running through her body but understood his intent as soon as his lips touched hers.
"Not here. Bedroom," she said and without question or breaking the kiss he scooped her up and took her to his private quarters. He placed her in the middle of the bed and stepped back to look at her. She squirmed under the scrutiny and with anticipation of what was to come.
"You're beautiful," he said before he crawled onto the bed with her; taking her mouth again. There was a question in his eyes, asking permission for it to go further. In response she simply ground her hips against his. She opened her legs as he poised himself at her opening, rubbing it gently with his head. He knew she had not done this before and wanted to be as gentle as he could,
"This will hurt," he said.
"I trust you," she whispered.
"Look at me; no matter how much it hurts, look at me," he said before sliding gently into her. He looked deep within her eyes before claiming her. She squealed in pain when he broke through her barrier but she never looked away from him. A tear fell from her eye and he wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. He waited for her to adjust to his size before pulling out and plunging himself back in again. He captured her lips to stifle her scream of pain. The pain soon changed to pleasure and she started to slowly move with his slow pace. She met him thrust for thrust revelling in the feel of him inside her. The pace started to increase slowly and she hooked one leg around his hip. He took her in deeper, harder thrusts feeling her wetness around him. Suddenly he hit her directly in the most sensitive part of her core and she called out in pleasure. Their breaths became shallower and both started to come closer to a release. With more determined strokes from him, she started to contract around him milking him of his warm liquid.
Spent, he collapsed and pulled out of her. As they descended from the intensity they had both experienced he moved a curl from her sweaty forehead and kissed it.
Sunlight filtered through the window, waking her up. As her eyes fluttered open she saw Draco sleeping soundly next to her. She smiled at how peaceful he looked and kissed his bare chest before rising from the bed to have a shower.
Before entering their shared bathroom she looked back at the naked man on the bed. She couldn't help asking herself what came next. With that thought echoing in her mind she turned to the bathroom and went through the door.
A/N: Well... there it is. Took forever to write and I don't like the ending that much but hey!