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Hello my lovely readers! Okay, This story has been beta'd and is finally as I want it! YAY! So i'll be updating the chapters today (9/27/2012) and should be finished by end of day. Thank you all for reading or rereading. And a special thank you to my amazing, wonderful, super great beta Rusty Weasley. He rocks!
Hermione bit her lip as she stared at her pro/con list. As insane as this entire idea was, she still felt the need to run it through the typical, rational channels - even if the idea was completely and totally irrational.
Maybe it was the lengthy Christmas break getting to her. Maybe it was seeing Ron and Lavender and Harry and Ginny all over each other every waking moment of the day. Maybe it was the way he had been looking undeniably edible lately. Or maybe, just maybe, it was time.
She sighed and stared down at the paper in front of her.
Sex with Draco Malfoy
He hates me
He has slept with most of the girls in school
He would probably laugh at me if I even brought it up
Harry and Ron would have a heart attack if they found out
He might be a Death Eater
He calls me a "Mudblood"
It's time to lose my virginity
He knows what he doing (from what I've heard)
He is the star of every sexual fantasy I have
He is here for Christmas while Ron and Harry are at the Burrow
Technically, her con-list was longer than her pro-list, but the pros were looking really tempting. The biggest challenge was how she could even get Draco to agree to sleep with her. Sure, she'd seen the looks from him, starting this year, and he hadn't called her 'Mudblood' in a while, but that could be because he never spoke to her anymore.
The way his blonde hair fell into his eyes when he was leaning over a cauldron in Potions made her stomach flutter. The way his muscular arms gripped his broom when he went flying made her jaw tighten. The feel of his steel grey eyes moving over her when he thought she didn't notice made her flesh tingle. He could call her whatever he wanted as long as he made her feel like that.
Hermione mentally smacked herself. She knew that it was all about hormones. She was seventeen years old and surrounded by boys all the time. All of her friends had lost their virginity and she felt left out. The fact that she was aching to lose it to the resident bad boy, was so normal it was borderline cliché.
That didn't stop her from engaging the internal battle with herself about self-control. She'd never been one to give into impulses. She wasn't the kind of girl that lost her mind when a guy was around. But as her sexual tension built up, she was losing control of herself. It was a terrifying position to be in for a girl who values rationality above all else.
Screw it, she thought to herself, crumpling up the list and throwing it into the fire so that no one would ever find it. The decision was made. Now, time to implement it.
It wasn't long until she saw him again. He was the only Slytherin that had stayed behind for Christmas. There were about ten Gryffindors, all years beneath her, and three or four Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws that remained as well. The Dining Hall had been set up in two tables: one for the staff and one for the remaining students.
Hermione and Draco were the only sixth-year students, so they naturally always ended up at the end of the table together. However, they hadn't exchanged a single word with each other the entire break.
Hermione pushed her food around her plate, trying to think of a way to say something, anything, to him. She cleared her throat and looked at him, but quickly turned away when he lifted his eyes to look at her.
"What is your deal, Granger?" Draco barked, shoving another spoonful of pudding into his mouth. The fact that he didn't call her 'Mudblood' was surprising, but she was blushing so hard, she didn't dwell on it too much.
"Nothing," she said, her voice soft and timid.
He did a double take when he heard her answer. Hermione rarely ever addressed Draco without an angry bite in her voice. Either she had been body-snatched or there was something very wrong. He didn't know why he cared. Really, he didn't. In fact, even sitting here thinking about how her voice sounded, was a little disturbing for him.
Of course, he'd noticed Granger's assets lately. When she came back for the sixth year, she'd grown about 4 inches taller, an ass, and at least two cup sizes. Even the Slytherins had taken notice. And since he'd moved out of the Manor, and away from the Pureblood mania, he'd even admit to himself that he wouldn't mind getting to know her a little better.
But she was Harry-freaking-Potter's best friend. It didn't matter how much he gave up the pureblood prejudices, Harry Potter was still at the top of his shit list. Not to mention, he'd tortured Hermione for five and a half years. The kind of effort it would take to get her to trust him enough to get in her pants was exhausting even to think about.
He was pulled out of his internal monologue when Hermione excused herself and exited the Great Hall. Draco sighed and followed her without a word. For some reason, he wanted to know why she was acting so strange. After he found out, he could go back to the Slytherin common room and spend Christmas alone. Fun!
It didn't take him long to find her because she was pacing around the Entrance Hall muttering to herself like a mad woman. He smirked at her. "Going insane already, Granger?" he drawled, leaning against the wall casually.
Her head snapped up to look at him, a scarlet blush painting her cheeks. "Umm, I..." she stuttered, finding her tongue tied.
Draco smirked at her. "Cat got your tongue, Granger?"
His attitude irritated her, so she squared her shoulders with a huff. "Never mind, Malfoy," she said, moving to head back to Gryffindor Tower. She spun around to face him again when he reached out and pulled on her arm.
"Look, what is your problem?" Draco asked, still holding her arm in his hand. "You looked like you were going to spew all through dinner. I've never seen you able to keep your trap shut for that long. What's the deal?"
Hermione bit her lip. This was possibly her only chance to make her proposal to him, though the thought made her head spin. She looked at her surroundings and realized she couldn't possibly tell him what she needed to tell him in the Entrance Hall. She took a deep breath and motioned for Draco to follow her.
Draco rolled his eyes but followed her into the nearest abandoned classroom. He watched her wave her wand, spelling the room with intricate silencing spells. Whatever her deal was, it must have been either highly top-secret or completely embarrassing. He sort of hoped it was the latter. Top secret did him no good, but embarrassing he could work with. At least it would give him a laugh. Since he was basically homeless and penniless, he didn't have much to laugh at these days.
"Okay, Malfoy," Hermione said, pacing the floor in front of him. Her eyes wouldn't make contact with him. "I have a proposal for you. It's completely insane, and totally out of character to ask you this, and, furthermore, I'm considering a trip to the St. Mungo's psych ward just for thinking about it."
Draco stopped her by placing both hands on her shoulders, ignoring the pleasant feeling of her pliant body under his fingers. "Granger, you are rambling. Merlin, what the hell is the proposal?" His curiosity was piqued when he realized that whatever was bothering her had to do with him in particular. She'd never shown him any sign that she wanted anything to do with him, other than perhaps target practice. Certainly, he'd noticed her looking at him a lot lately, but he just assumed she, Scarhead, and the Weasel thought he was dabbling in the Dark Arts again. Of course, in reality, nothing could be further from the truth.
"First, I need a Wand Oath that you will not tell anyone about this. You can say 'yes' or 'no' but you cannot run off and tell your little friends." Hermione had decided to use the Wand Oath minutes after she decided to proposition Draco in the first place. The last thing she needed was his big mouth telling all the Slytherins that she was practically throwing herself at him.
A smirk crossed Draco's features as he considered what she said. This had to be good. "I agree to your terms," he said, pulling out his wand and holding it up to her. She took out her own wand and said the incantation, pressing the tips of their wands together. Now, everything that happened in that room would be totally confidential.
"Now, what the hell is the proposal?" Draco asked, not even trying to mask his curiosity. What could he possibly have that the Gryffindor Princess didn't? She actually enjoyed being a Muggle-born. So, what other than his blood, did he have that she could possibly want?
Hermione's heart raced as she sat down on the desk behind her. This was it. No going back now. She didn't look at him as she began speaking. "I am a virgin," she said, looking at her shoes.
Draco was not surprised, but what the hell did that have to do with anything. "And?" he said, getting impatient with her cryptic nature.
"Oh, God, I can't believe I'm saying this," she moaned before controlling her voice again. She finally looked him in the eyes, summoning all the Gryffindor courage she possessed. "I am a virgin, and I want to lose my virginity. Giving what I've heard about your...skills, I am proposing that we have sex. In exchange I will give you a service. Name what you want and I'll consider whether or not I can fulfill it."
Draco's mouth actually hung open. It was an undignified look that he tried to avoid, but what Hermione said was quite possibly the last thing he'd ever imagined she'd say. He saw her looking up at him, trying desperately to come off as confident, and failing miserably. When he finally picked his jaw up off the floor, he stared at her for several moments without a word.
"Look, Malfoy," Hermione said, hopping off the desk, "just forget it." She moved to walk out of the room but Draco grabbed her by the arm and brought her back.
"I accept," he said, looking her back in the eyes, steel grey meeting honey brown. Her body shuddered involuntarily at the look that she'd never seen from anyone before. It was hard, but not unfriendly. Intense, that was the word for it.
"Wh..What do you want in return?" she asked, trying to keep her voice clear, but it had taken an unusually husky tone.
Draco seemed to realize he was still holding her arm and dropped it, as well as his gaze. "I haven't decided, yet," he said, looking back up at her. "Why don't I tell you after?"
Hermione just nodded, still shocked that he'd accepted so easily and without making fun of her. Why hadn't he made fun of her? However, he did want to wait until after they'd had sex to tell her what he wanted. Her instinct told her to worry about that. Her body and mouth, however, could only respond with a nod because they were both occupied on the fact he was standing so close to her. Damn those hormones.
"When do you want to..." he asked, letting his voice trail off. The idea of fucking Hermione Granger did things to his brain that he couldn't quite explain. He'd always found her attractive. He'd considered it disgusting that he could be turned on by a "Mudblood,' but now that he held no more blood prejudice, all he could think was, 'she's going to let me fuck her'.
"It would be best before Harry and Ron come back," she said, blushing slightly. He smirked at her. He knew enough to know that Pothead and his Weasel would probably have his balls removed if they found out that their virginal princess had jumped into bed with him-even if she was the one to suggest it.
"Meet me at the Room of Requirement tomorrow night at 8:00," Hermione said, her voice sounding unsure again.
"Christmas night?" Draco asked, surprised. He was sure she'd have plans.
"Unless you are busy, then I guess we can..." Hermione started, but she was cut off when he placed a finger over her plump lips to quiet her. He didn't know what had possessed him to do it. It could have been to stop her from babbling again, but part of him knew it was because he wanted to feel the skin of her perfect lips. He was a man, after all.
"Tomorrow night is fine," he said, trying to smile at her. It was a strange expression for him, as his smiles were usually smirks, but it did the trick. She smiled the first smile of the night and nodded her head.
They went their separate ways out the door, Draco toward the Dungeons and Hermione toward Gryffindor Tower. She felt her heart speed up again, as the realization of what had just happened hit her. He'd said yes. In about 24 hours, she'd be losing her virginity to Draco Malfoy. Not only had he said yes, he said it so readily, and without mocking her. Was it possible that the idea of having sex with her was intriguing to him? He had no reason to help her, so one had to assume that the idea was not at all revolting. The thought made her smile.
Draco, on the other hand, felt more relaxed than he had since he fled from Malfoy Manor a week before school started. Hermione Granger, the one person he expected to hate him until the day he died, had come to him on a very personal and private matter. Granted, she didn't trust him enough to not make him take a Wand Oath, but she'd come to him all the same. Perhaps, if she could find something redeemable in him, even if it was just his sex appeal, he could really change things.