Kitty Neko: Okay, here we go! This was originally just supposed to be a little fun PWP, but since I decided it was going to have a plot... I thought I would post here. I had it censored at first, but changed my mind after browsing some of the stories on this site. But please, IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ SMUT, HIT THE BACK BUTTON NOW.
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Hermione Granger knew it was just going to be one of those days the moment she woke up. There was a hard feeling in the pit of her stomach and she couldn't shake it even though she had yet to crack an eye open.
Steeling herself for what she knew was coming; she pushed her curtains out of the way, grabbed her wand off the nightstand, and headed to the bathroom.
"Brace yourself," she muttered and looked in the mirror.
"Whoa, deary," the mirror said sounding amused. "Is that hair on your head or a yeti?"
Hermione opted not to dignify that with an answer and instead focused on her fro. "Stupid humidity." Rain was all good and fine (great, actually) but not so good when it came to her hair's condition.
Hermione drummed her fingers against the ceramic sink while she thought. What to do… what to do…
"You could always shave it off," the mirror offered.
"Don't for one second think that I'm afraid of seven years bad luck," Hermione warned. The mirror just sighed. Hermione, happy it had decided to shut up, pulled out her wand and prepared to do some damage control.
With a lot of hard work from many different people, Hogwarts had managed to be rebuilt after that fateful day when Voldemort had finally been defeated. Even luckier still, the school year hadn't even had to be delayed for the finishing of construction. Places in the castle that were unfinished were simply roped off (with spells, of course) to all students, so classes had been relatively unaffected. Of course, there was still an air of sadness about the place and an additional few ghosts, but most people were actually managing to be well adjusted.
At first, the trio hadn't been sure that they would return to Hogwarts to take their Seventh year, the year they never got around to attending. It had taken much convincing from Professor McGonagall (who was the new headmistress) and eventually Molly Weasley before all three decided that it would be for the best. After all, it was a chance to relive a piece of their youth that had been cut short. The one upside to being a year behind was that now they were in the same grade as Ginny.
As it turned out, they weren't the only ones in their grade that were retaking the year. There were several muggleborns that had been forced into hiding the previous year, and even more who had just dropped out of school. But the one face that shocked them the most belonged to Draco Malfoy.
Out of all things that had changed at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy was at the top of the list. He still had an arrogant swagger to him that just wouldn't go away, but he was more subdued. Perhaps it was because one of his best friends was dead and the other hadn't returned to the school, but something was different about him. Since he was probably the most unpopular person at the school, it wasn't hard to see why.
For helping Harry in the final battle, his family name had been cleared but people were still uneasy around him. Ron had been angry to see him at first until Harry just shrugged it off. It was like he and Draco had an unspoken agreement, probably stemming from the numerous times Harry saved his life. Still, other students seemed reluctant to have anything to do with him.
In the end, Hermione had been the first to reach a hand towards him. It happened in potions. Everyone was to be in pairs, but no one was joining up with Draco. He didn't seem to mind, but Hermione took the leap anyways and approached his table. He looked up at her with unreadable eyes. She didn't say anything, just raised her eyebrows. He, in turn, nodded his head a fraction of an inch. And that was how Hermione got her permanent potions partner.
For a long time, he barely said anything when they were in class - just giving her orders or asking her questions about what they were doing. Outside of class, he was slightly more talkative. He would answer her questions about his personal life (as long as it wasn't TOO personal) and even occasionally asked some of his own. This in no way meant that he was nice. Far from it, actually. He hadn't had a personality transplant after all. There were many times that their conversations led to arguments and (in one case) an all out duel. Some people asked her why she put up with it, but the truth was that she would have been more uneasy if he WAS being nice. Since he was still acting like a jackass, it was more believable that he wasn't plotting anything.
In the rare instances that they had to work in threes during Potions, Harry would join them. This tended to make things a little stickier, since the two would probably never see eye to eye. There was just too much history there. They were able to tolerate each other, and while they weren't exactly friends, it was better than nothing.
Hermione sat in the common room on her favorite chair while she waited for Harry and Ron to come down and go to breakfast with her. It was tradition that, on Saturdays, Hermione would wake up at the butt crack of dawn and study, while the two males slept in and still expected her to wait for them to eat. Ginny would usually join them a bit later. Too bad Hermione didn't feel much like studying at the moment. She was exhausted; that little stint this morning had taken a lot out of her.
"Oh, I hate the rain! It makes my hair look awful!"
"I know! I can't do a thing with mine either!"
Hermione's ears perked up at the sound of a couple girls coming down the stairs. Slowly, to be discreet, she shifted in her chair to get a look at the two girls. One thought crossed her mind, but she would never speak the words out loud. Damn bitches. Their hair looked exactly the same as usual.
"Please don't call me that," Hermione said to Ron without even turning around. "You make me sound like a venereal disease."
"A venereal disease," Harry said, trying not to laugh.
"Well what's a vaniral disease?" Ron asked, looking confused.
Something you'll never have to worry about.
Hermione couldn't stop the thought. It wasn't like she hated Ron or anything, but things had been a little bit awkward around them for a while. They dated briefly after the war, but (big surprise!) it hadn't worked out. Turns out, having very little in common can be a real obstacle in a relationship. Go figure.
"Never mind." Hermione waved the question off. "It's not important."
Harry laughed and made to ruffle her hair. "STOP!" Hermione screamed, almost hysterically.
"What? What is it?" Harry asked, alarmed.
"It's just…" Hermione trailed off, knowing they weren't going to be able to understand. "I spent a lot of time and effort into making my hair presentable this morning, and I'd prefer if you left it alone." It was true, with countless spells and potions she had somehow managed to get it under control enough to weave it into a thick and hefty braid. But as she suspected, her male friends weren't able to comprehend this and just looked at her like she was an alien.
"It looks the exact same as usual," Ron said, almost earning him a kick in the sensitive area, but she restrained.
"Let's just go to breakfast," Hermione grouched and heaved herself off the chair. The Boy Who Lived and his companion exchanged looks, but trailed along behind her none-the-less.
Hermione stood in the entryway to the great hall and tried not to hyperventilate. Why the drama, you ask? That stupid enchanted ceiling. Apparently it was still pouring outside, and although the water actually never reached the occupants of the room, the humidity must have gone up a few notches. Hermione could feel all her hard work start to melt away into nothingness.
"On second thought," Hermione stuttered, taking a step backward. "I'm not very hungry and I've got a ton of work to do. I think I'll just go on up to the library…" Harry and Ron tried to stop her, but when her mind was made up no one was going to get in her way.
Hermione escaped to the sanctuary of the library and let out a sigh on relief. Her hair was safe… for now. Although she still didn't feel like studying. Oh well, there were still plenty of things to do in the library that didn't involve studying.
Trying to be discreet, Hermione walked over to the very small section of the library that carried muggle books. Madam Pince liked to be thorough when it came to her selection, but she still seemed a little restrained when it came to muggle literature and especially muggle fiction. So there was only the one bookshelf to remind Hermione of home.
It didn't take Hermione long to find the book she was looking for. She had seen it the last time she was there, but Harry and Ron were with her and there was no way she was going to check it out with them there to judge her. To tell the truth, romance novels were a favorite pastime of the young witch. She had come across one when she was in elementary school and had been enthralled ever since. But, for obvious reasons (her reputation for one) there was no way she would let anyone in on this little secret. This particular book was screaming at her with its corny title and half-naked characters on the front. It was the perfect read for a rainy day.
Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, Hermione quickly cast a spell to change the cover to "500 Spells for Daily Use" by Milda Herring. Satisfied, she moved over to one of the tables so she could enjoy her book. And 'enjoy it' she did. Although the cover had appeared trashy, the contents were witty and very… hot. Hermione felt her cheeks flush and closed her eyes to get a mental image.
"Why am I not surprised to see you here on a Saturday morning?" an irritatingly familiar voice drawled at her.
Hermione felt her eyes roll heavenward without her control and growled back. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because it's a stereotypical belief that a bookworm such as me would have nothing better to do than go to the library on a Saturday."
"And yet, here you are." Draco Malfoy smirked and leaned against her table.
Hermione closed her book and set it on the table. "Don't you have puppies to kick somewhere? Somewhere that's not here," she said pointedly.
Draco chose to ignore what she said and instead focused his eyes on her head. "Merlin, Granger, don't you own a brush?"
Trying desperately not to pull her wand out and hex him like a child, Hermione chose to fight verbally for a change. It had been a while since they had faced each other without Harry or Ron around.
"Don't talk to me about hair-care," Hermione said and eyed him coolly. "I see you've chosen to slick your hair back with something slimy. What's wrong? Did you wake up with humid hair as well?" Getting a mental image, Hermione laughed in his face. "I bet you looked like a q-tip!"
"For your information," Draco retorted, "I just felt like wearing it this way today."
"Okay," Hermione said, not trying to sound convinced. "Well, if we're done here, you can go."
"No, I don't think I will," Draco said stubbornly and planted his butt on the table, right next to her book so that he was leaning over her.
"I was here first. Go away," Hermione said, not intimidated.
"No." Draco sat there and stared, not blinking.
A little unnerved, Hermione stood up and made to grab her book. "Fine. Then I'll leave. I'm not going to play these childish games with you." But before she even knew what was happening, Draco's hand shot out and swiped the book from her hands.
"What are you reading anyway?" he asked, flipping the pages to where she had bookmarked it. "Spells for fixing your hair? Merlin knows you NEED one…"
Hermione frantically tried to retrieve the stolen book, panic making her moves rushed, jumpy, and altogether ineffective. Draco simply pushed against her with his foot (getting dirt on her robes) and read a couple of lines. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open slightly. Incredulity took over his face and when he looked at her it slowly turned into contempt.
"Well, well, well, Granger. Who would have thought? The perfect Miss Know-It-All is reading PORN?" he practically crowed the last word. Hermione felt the blood drain out of her face.
"I guess I should have known," he said, wiping the tears of mirth from his eyes. "You LOOK sexually frustrated, after all…" And with that Hermione lunged for him, knocking them both off the table and landing in a heap on the floor.
"Dammit!" Draco yelled at her while trying to sit up. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
It was then that Hermione realized the very compromising situation that they were in. Somehow, she had managed to land on top of Draco with her knee very close to his crotch. Draco was partially sitting up and since she was still resting on one of her hands; his nose was very close to her cleavage. Hermione wryly noted that this was the same position that the characters in her book had been in when she had been so rudely interrupted. Well, except they had been naked.
Hermione and Draco both looked sheepishly towards the owner of the voice. Madam Pince stood in all her stern glory, with her hands planted on her hips.
"What's going on here?"
Hermione's brain fished desperately for an acceptable answer, but she was coming up blank. Fortunately, Draco was functioning just fine.
Draco grabbed her shoulders and gently pushed her off of him and stood. "We were just talking about an assignment, when Hermione tripped over the chair leg," he said, demonstrating his ability to lie on the spot. The overturned chair they had knocked down just seemed to reinforce his story.
In a move that surprised Hermione, Draco reached down and gripped her upper arm to help her stand. Of course, it was probably just because a teacher was watching, but the gesture still managed to surprise her.
Madam Pince looked a bit skeptical, but accepted his explanation none the less. "Well, as long as you're okay. Just try to keep it down."
"Actually, I was just about to leave," Draco said and shot a look at Hermione that she couldn't quite decipher. It wasn't until he stooped down and picked up her book that she realized it had been a playful smirk. "Right after I check this book out."
It was then that Hermione made a mental note to pay more attention to her sixth sense – the same sense that told her not to get out of bed that morning.
"What is wrong with you today?" Ginny asked and took a viscous bite out of her sandwich.
Hermione jumped guiltily and muttered, "Nothing." The truth was that it was far from nothing.
She had been powerless to stop Malfoy from checking out that book, not even her appeal to Madam Pince had worked. The librarian had simply said that there was another copy of that book by Milda Herring and Hermione could just check that one out if she pleased. Apparently, the old bag was still a bit sore about the time she had knocked over a bookcase – despite the fact it had actually been Ron. Still, the whole incident hadn't won her any brownie points with Pince.
Hermione went back to her room after that to hide out – I mean – think of counter attacks for anything that Malfoy might have been planning. Really, she saw no point in him taking the book from her. After all, there was no way to prove she had been reading it. That particular thought cheered her up considerably, so she allowed Ginny to drag her to the Great Hall to meet Harry and Ron for lunch.
Since she skipped breakfast, she was hungry enough to brave the humidity and have a good lunch – the fact that it had at least stopped raining certainly helped. That didn't stop her from cringing internally at the fuzzy hairs framing her face. She would have been able to ignore them except that she had excellent peripheral vision. C'est la vie.
That was, of course, until she caught sight of Draco Malfoy. He was sitting alone at the rather sparsely inhabited Slytherin table (most Slytherin students hadn't returned to Hogwarts) and reading a book while he ate… reading the book.
He must have felt her staring at him because he looked up and caught her eye. The smirk was back on his face and he slowly brought his hand up to lick his thumb before using it to flip the page.
Hermione watched in some odd fascination as he repeated this process a few times, until Ginny had broken her out of her stupor.
"So what's the agenda for today?" Hermione asked her group of friends, trying to distract herself.
"Since the rain stopped and the sun is starting to come out, we all thought we would get a game of Quiddich going after lunch," Ron announced happily.
Hermione's face fell slightly. "How fun for me."
"Oh, don't be like that!" Ginny said, laughing. "You can play too! It's just for fun, after all."
"Sure it is," Hermione said, knowing that it would be anything but fun. It never was with them; all were far too competitive for their own good. Not that she wasn't, but Quiddich just didn't light a fire under her ass like it did for them. She had never cared for airplanes in the Muggle world, so there was no way she felt comfortable with a tiny strip of wood holding her hundreds of feet in the air. "No thanks." She preferred to keep her feet planted firmly on the ground.
"Suit yourself." Ron shrugged and went back to devouring everything within reach.
"You can watch," Harry offered, trying to keep the peace. "We probably won't be playing very long and then we can do something else."
Hermione appreciated the sentiment, but she was also aware that it was a lie. Who knew how long the game would last? Usually they would start a new one if Harry caught the Snitch too fast.
"Thanks, but I have a lot of work I should probably catch up on anyway," Hermione politely declined.
A shock of white/blond hair caught her attention just as Draco ducked out of the Great Hall. She had the strong desire to follow him, but squelched it. Instead, she finished having lunch with her friends and watched as they set off for the Quiddich field. Only then did she allow herself to look for the blond.
It took Hermione a while, but she eventually spotted his blond head under a clump of trees close to, but not a part of, the Forbidden Forest. He was leaning against the thick trunk of the biggest tree and had his neck craned so he could read the book in his lap. He was difficult to see and she would have missed him completely if it weren't for his hair.
For some reason, the whole picture struck her as a bit odd. She had always pictured him as a more indoors type of guy so it was strange to see him looking so at peace sitting outside. Especially since she happened to know he strongly disliked the Forbidden Forest ever since their first year. Although, the tree being that close to the Forest meant that not very many people would dare to venture too close. In reflection of that thought, the area was deserted except for the two of them. She had the sneaking suspicion that he chose that spot for its seclusion more than anything else.
Hermione took a deep breath for courage and marched straight up to him. "What are you doing?" she asked, referring to his diabolical plans that had to do with the book.
Draco didn't acknowledge her presence, instead just kept right along reading. His eyes were practically glued to the pages, giving her the impression that he was really into it. She repeated the question.
This time, he let out a big sigh and tore his gaze away from the book. She watched as his eyes slowly traveled up her sock-clad calves to where her skirt started at her knees, and on further until he finally met her eyes.
His tongue darted out to lick his lips before he replied. "Reading. Can't you tell?"
Hermione huffed. "Don't give me that. You know what I mean."
Draco dog-eared the page he was reading (a practice that she found quite offensive) and then placed the book to his right. "No. I really don't. Enlighten me."
For a moment, Hermione felt completely ridiculous. What kind of answer was she really expecting? That moment was brief however when she reminded herself that this was Draco Malfoy she was dealing with. He may have changed since the war, but he was still the same person.
"I mean, what are you planning on doing with that book? Embarrassing me or something because I like to read romance novels?"
The corner of Draco's mouth twitched upward slightly. "Now, why would you think that? You are awfully paranoid, Granger. You should do something about that."
"Oh, come off it." Hermione scoffed and put her hands on her hips.
"No, I'm serious. It's not good to be that untrusting of people. It's bad for the heart."
Hermione let out a tiny bark of laughter. "I'm not untrusting of people. I don't trust you."
Draco simply lifted one eyebrow and tilted his head toward her. "Touché."
He didn't say anything after that, so Hermione found herself just staring at him. She was waiting for him to offer up more information, but that didn't seem like it was going to happen anytime soon. Annoyed, she sat down. There was no way she was leaving without an answer, and it seemed like she was going to have to coax every last word from him. Getting Draco to talk was like pulling teeth.
"Seriously. Why did you take the book?" Hermione asked.
"I wanted to read it."
Yup, he was definitely going to make her work for it.
"Why?" she probed.
"Because I was curious."
Draco leaned back against the tree again and crossed his arms over his chest. "I was just wondering what sort of things you were into."
It was Hermione's turn to be silent. "Huh?" she finally said at length. "What do you mean?"
"You just looked so absorbed in this book." He rapped the back of this knuckles on the cover. "So I was wondering what kind of story would be able to capture your attention like that."
Hermione chuckled a little. "Malfoy, I get that absorbed when I'm reading textbooks."
He caught her eye and the smile froze on her face. "Yea, I know that. But this was different. You looked… different."
"How so?" Hermione choked out, almost afraid of the answer.
"Your face was flushed and you looked a bit tense. Somehow, it didn't seem like a reaction to reading about new spells."
"I don't know. I get pretty excited about learning."
"You were turned on."
Hermione could feel her face heating up, so she knew it must have been turning red. In an attempt to save her pride, she cracked a joke. "Like I said. Learning. It's hot."
At this point, Draco didn't even bother trying to suppress his smirk and it consumed his face. "So once I knew that you were reading porn, I started getting curious."
"O-oh?" Hermione stuttered. She didn't like the way this conversation was going. All common sense was telling her to run for the hills, but she couldn't make herself stand. Stupid legs. They abandoned her when she needed them the most.
"I wanted to know exactly what it was that was turning you on. So, I checked out the book." Draco tilted his head to the side. "It turns out that you're a bit of a pervert. There are some pretty voyeuristic things going on in that book. Take doing it outside, in the middle of the day, for example."
"Hey," Hermione said to defend herself. "I'm not a pervert. Everyone has fantasies that they would never act out. I'm just reading – it's called entertainment."
"Oh, so I take it the Weasel never fulfilled any of your… fantasies?" He was definitely teasing her now.
Hermione felt the strength return to her legs and she made to stand up. "That is none of your business, whatsoever."
Draco's hand reached out quickly and grabbed onto her leg. "It's just conversation, Granger. Don't leave in the middle of it. I like the book and I just want to discuss it with someone."
She really didn't want to have this conversation with him, but the fact that he was willing to talk about something so personal was a big step forward, even if it was at her expense. There was another reason she didn't leave at that moment besides curiosity – nobody had ever really discussed this type of thing with her before. It had always seemed like a forbidden topic, and the fact that he was talking about it like it was the most natural thing in the world intrigued her. So, despite her better judgment, Hermione let herself fall back on her behind with a slight thud. "I don't believe you one tiny little bit."
Draco shook his head, feigning sadness. "There's that paranoia again. You really should do something about it."
Draco relaxed against the tree once more before saying, "We were talking about fantasies."
"You were talking about fantasies," Hermione grouched.
Draco continued, undeterred. "So, you were saying that you think fantasies are best left alone?"
Hermione sighed, realizing that he wasn't going to drop it and finally answered him truthfully. "I find that reading about that sort of thing is a lot more interesting than actually acting them out. Take my first kiss for example – it felt like the guy was trying to eat my face."
"Well, that's just because the Weasel doesn't have a clue what he's doing."
Hermione ignored the name calling and continued what she was saying, "It wasn't Ron. It was some guy that lived down the street from me back home. Ron was actually okay at kissing, but it still didn't feel like they describe in books. It was more gross than anything else. I can't even really imagine doing more than kissing. Ick." She hadn't meant to say all of that, but there was no way to take it back.
Draco flat-out laughed at that. "It sounds like you should kiss someone you don't find repulsive."
Hermione felt her temper flare. "I was not repulsed by them!"
"Sure you weren't."
Hermione opened her mouth to retort, but Draco moved forward quickly and covered her lips with his own.
Hermione froze in shock, her mind not quite catching on to what was happening. Draco's mouth was soft on hers and he was applying gently pressure. Her mouth was still open, but he wasn't taking advantage of it. He was kissing her… sweetly? She blinked a few times and focused on his face. His eyes were shut and, for the first time, she noticed his eyelashes. They were only slightly darker than his hair, so no one would be able to notice how long they were unless they were up close – way longer than a boy's eyelashes had any business being.
This was probably the strangest thing that had ever happened to her – including the time she found out she was a witch. That was definitely saying something. Not understanding what she was doing, Hermione let her eyes flutter shut.
Obviously, her lack of a response was annoying him, because Draco chose that moment to catch her lower lip between his teeth. The move was something she had always considered a bit kinky and rough when she read about it, but the way he did it seemed almost intimate. A tiny noise escaped the back of her throat.
Draco released her bottom lip, but didn't move away. She could feel him smiling against her mouth. Hermione cracked one eye open and was somehow unsurprised to see that his eyes were now open and staring at her.
Draco leaned back away from her and continued smirking, a twinkle in his dark eyes.
Hermione knew she only had a matter of seconds to gather herself and prepare for whatever nasty comment he was going to make, so she decided to beat him to the punch.
"I thought you said I should kiss someone I didn't find repulsive."
Draco was unfazed. "If you found me so repulsive, why didn't you push me away?"
Hermione wondered why her brain was choosing today of all days to fail her. She was forced to grasp at straws to come up with an answer. "I was in shock! Plus, it would have been rude."
Draco laughed, and it was the first time she realized he actually had a deep laugh. When had it changed?
"Even you aren't that polite," he said simply.
"Whatever," Hermione said, her brain finally clicking in place. "If you were trying to make a point, it was lost on me. That was gross."
The smile was finally wiped from his face and Hermione did a little jig inside.
"Oh? Then what was that little groan?" He was sitting up and leaning toward her.
Hermione leaned forward him as well, just to prove that she wasn't afraid or intimidated. "That was me trying not to throw up. Now if you'll excuse me-"
But she never got to finish that sentence because Draco's right hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him. His left hand hooked around the back of her neck and pulled her face to meet his.
The kiss was completely different this time. His mouth was hot, wanting, and completely without mercy. Hermione felt herself give into him, but didn't care because is just felt so good. None of her other kisses even compared to this one and it was so strange because it was HIM.
Draco's mouth left hers again, but trailed hot kisses down the side of her face and to her neck. He nipped and sucked the most sensitive part where her neck met her shoulder so that Hermione didn't even realize he was pushing against her until she was on her back in the damp grass.
Hermione started to object but he covered her mouth with his own, pressing up against her, and the protest died in her throat. Really, he was going to discover that that was the most effective way to silence her.
He tugged her shirt free from the waistband of her skirt and he placed his warm hand on her stomach – she jumped at the contact. That only seemed to encourage him because he began rubbing lazy circles on her abdomen that had her stomach contracting almost painfully. That same hand slowly traveled up her shirt and grappled at her breasts through her bra.
It didn't take him long to figure out that her bra was beyond flimsy and just needed to be pushed upwards to free her breasts. Hermione started at the movement and even more so when he pushed her shirt up enough to release her breasts to the air.
It struck her as very odd at that moment to be making out with Draco Malfoy in the middle of the day… OUTSIDE! Anyone could walk by and see them! And besides that, she couldn't do this is MALFOY of all people!
Hermione pushed at his shoulders, trying to get him off of her. "Stop. We are in broad daylight! Someone could see us!"
Draco looked down at her from his crouched position and she suddenly felt helpless. "That's half the fun." Just to emphasize this, he ducked his head down and ran his tongue across her nipple. Hermione stiffened up and turned her head to the side, her eyes clenched shut. As if that wasn't enough of a response, he closed his entire mouth over her and sucked, grated his teeth over the sensitive flesh, his tongue darting out across the pebbled bud.
Hermione's loud gasp seemed to satisfy him more because he grunted in response.
Her insides practically did a summersault she felt his hand brush the hem of her skirt and creep up her thigh. It was WRONG, but she just couldn't make herself push him away. In a way, she wanted him to do it.
His palm slid up her inner thigh all the way up to her panties, and brushed against her slightly. His middle finger stroked the length of her folds and heat pooled in her lower belly. The only thing that was separating him from her bare skin was the thin cotton of her panties. That thought sent a fresh wave through her and she felt herself grow damp.
Draco stopped lavishing her breasts with attention long enough to groan. Apparently, he could feel it too. "Granger, you're so… wet."
Hermione's face flamed with embarrassment to hear him say it so bluntly. His fingers halted and she had to bite the inside of the cheek so she wouldn't say 'Don't stop'. Draco pulled away from her so he was crouched on his knees, his eyes raking over her almost indecently. Hermione was breathing heavy as she met his gaze, determined not to be the first to look away. There was an expression on his face that she couldn't quite read, and it both frightened and excited her.
Draco was the first to break their staring contest, ducking his head between her legs. He pressed against her thighs to keep them apart with the palms of his hands and Hermione could feel him breathing. Confusion muddled her brain until he lapped at her soaked panties with his tongue.
Alarm bells were going off in her mind. "Wait!" she said, shoving his head away from her, and trying to put her knees together. "I can't do this. Especially with you! It's wrong and just… abnormal!"
"Granger!" His voice had a tone to it she had never heard before. His head popped out from between her legs, and under any other circumstances she might have found it funny, but his expression kept the mirth out of the situation. "For once, would you not let your oversized brain get in the way? Forget about everything for a second. What do you want?"
Whenever Hermione was presented with a truly difficult question, she would close her eyes to block out all outside disturbances and focus all her attention on the problem. Since she qualified this as a 'difficult question', she closed her eyes and let out a puff of air to try to calm her frazzled nerves. The first things she could think of were all the reasons she shouldn't do this – with him of all people. The reasons were plentiful and valid (her friends at the forefront) but she managed to push them to the back of her mind, with great difficulty. Then there were her morals, telling her that she couldn't do this with someone she wasn't even dating. That was even harder to squelch, but she managed. Once she managed to get past everything she was SUPPOSED to feel (and the rules society dictated to females), she was left to wonder what exactly it was that she wanted. Without everything in the way, she was left to her own devices. Truth be told, she had never felt like this with anyone else. With dawning horror, she realized she wanted Draco Malfoy!
Her eyes flew open and her breath caught in her throat. Draco was still staring at her, seemingly patient but the way he kept his hands on her legs told her different. He was showing great restraint, something she had never expected from him.
Hoping she wouldn't regret this, Hermione gave the only response she could muster; it was a fractional nod of the head, much in the same way Draco had when he let her be his potions partner. And if he wasn't quite sure about what that head gesture meant, she lay back in the wet grass and tried to relax. Draco was still for a moment, probably from shock, but he recovered.
He went back to business with new determination, surprising Hermione with his enthusiasm. Not that she could claim to be experienced in this sort of thing, but she had always heard that guys generally weren't overexcited at the prospect of... going down, as it were. There were exceptions; of course, she just never would have figured Malfoy to be one of them. You learn something new every day.
Her chuckle at her musings soon turned to a gasp as Draco's fingers found her clit and began rubbing circles. The fabric of her underwear only added to the friction. He hadn't ducked his head back down yet and was watching her reactions. It seemed to Hermione that he was trying to take it slow because of her initial hesitance. She didn't get to think about it long, however, because his lazy strokes became more insistent in a way that had her panting. He caught her nub between his thumb and forefinger and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming.
That seemed to do it for him. Draco wordlessly hooked his fingers under the waistband of her sensible white, cotton panties and pulled him off without hesitation, discarding them over his shoulder.
Before Hermione had much time to worry about how she looked down there or what he was thinking, Draco's mouth was on her nether regions.
There was simply no way to describe it. It kind of reminded her of the time Ron had jokingly sucked on her toes but was just. So. Much. Better.
It was hot, wet and just… wow. His breath came out in warm puffs that sent shivers up her spine and his tongue was working wonders – lapping, sucking, and running languidly along her opening.
Hermione felt her back arch against her control and had to find some way to keep balanced, her legs going over Draco's shoulders almost instinctively.
She felt the beginning of something primal in the pit of her abdomen, unlike anything she had ever been able to coax out of herself.
Still, Draco kept at it. His mouth stayed on her even as her hips bucked, her ass lifting in the air. As the first waves of her orgasm hit, her heels dug into Draco's back in a way that would surely leave bruises.
Her inner walls tightened and Hermione was sure that if it didn't release soon she would pop a vein. Right after that particular thought, the shakes started. She practically had to dig her fingers into the grass to hold on for dear life. They were so violent, it was almost painful. It felt so amazing that Hermione had to wonder if she was a closet masochist.
Draco rode it out with her, never relinquishing his attention until she finally collapsed in an exhausted heap. Her legs slid down his arms as he sat up and a draft blew against her privates. Now that she was out of her lust filled haze, a sense of modesty assaulted her and she quickly pulled her knees together, tugging her skirt down.
While she was busy straightening her bra and shirt, she chanced a glance at him. For some reason, it amused her to see him in such a disheveled state. His hair was mussed, coming out of its gelled state, which made Hermione think of her own mane. She lifted a hand to feel it and… sure enough, it had come out of its braid and now closely resembled a fro. Damn humidity.
Other than that, Draco's lips were swollen and pink. Not to mention, they were glistening. For such a smart girl, it took her a moment to figure out why. It was with no small amount of embarrassment that she watched as he lifted his right arm and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his robes. Thankfully, she was distracted from her mortification when she noticed that his other hand was busy rubbing the substantial bulge in his pants.
"Do you, um," Hermione started. Draco cracked open his eyes a slit, his hand not pausing. Hermione cleared her throat and tried again. "Need help with that?"
This time Draco stopped. But that was only because he needed both hands to grab onto his stomach while he laughed out loud.
Well really! There was no reason to laugh at her! How rude! It was a legitimate question as far as she was concerned. Especially considering what he had just done for her.
She was sulking by the time he got control of himself and wiped the tears of mirth from his eyes. "Merlin, Granger, I don't think I've laughed that hard - ever. You really are a pervert."
"But, in all seriousness," Draco said, moving forward and catching her chin with his hand. His face was so close that, for one crazy second, Hermione thought he was going to kiss her again. "Don't make promises you can't keep."
Draco released her face and walked back over to the trunk of the tree. He sat, leaned against it, and went back to what he was doing. Hermione's breath came back to her in a whoosh but she still couldn't tear away her eyes from him.
Draco noticed her stare and said, "Go back to the castle Granger. I will take care of this," he gestured to his pants, "myself. This time."
Hermione scrambled to her feet, not needing to be told twice and walked quickly down the path to the castle. Being the naturally intelligent person she was she hadn't missed the implications of him saying 'this time'. That meant he was expecting this sort of thing to happen again. Crazy talk! There was no way!
She was about twenty feet away when the breeze blowing around her privates finally registered in her mind. She had never put her panties back on. Knowing that there was no way she would chance a glance back at him, let alone go back and grab her underwear, she quickened her pace until she was almost running.
Yup, today definitely would have been a good day to stay in bed.
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