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Monday, December 1st, 1997
Hogwarts !
Head Boy Common Room !
When she received her Head Girl letter and badge, Hermione had been overjoyed. She hadn't known at the time who she would be sharing the Head Boy common room with, but she had been overcome with pride, which she and her parents had celebrated with a trip to a restaurant and then to the theater to see a famous play. But Hermione's heart had done a triple backflip when she discovered the identity of her roommate for the year. She didn't hate him ; on the contrary, she'd been madly in love with him since their fifth year.
Despite the rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor, he had never been condescending to her. The older they grew, the more they matured, and a sincere friendship had developed between them. Except that feelings couldn't be controlled, and Hermione had gradually fallen in love with Draco Malfoy. Their houses were rival, but her two best friends couldn't stand him. Hermione didn't know why, but she refused to use the rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin as an excuse for such behavior. Ever since she'd started sharing the Head Boy's common room with Draco, she'd constantly heard harsh barbs from her friends about Draco — not from all the Gryffindors, but Harry and Ron didn't like the situation.
Except Hermione didn't give a damn, and she'd made it clear she'd never end her friendship with Draco just because his two friends didn't like him. The war against the Dark Lord had long since ended, and Draco had nothing to do with the members of his family who'd gone wrong.
"I'll never become like them. I can't erase my family's misdeeds against your friend's, but I can be the opposite of what's expected of me."
He'd said this to Hermione in their fifth year, one Sunday when everyone was doing their own thing, and the two had met near the Black Lake. That's when Hermione had fallen in love with him, but she'd never told him.
That first Monday in December, after a normal day of classes, Hermione had stayed in her common room to study, and two hours before going down to dinner, she'd taken a long shower to try to loosen up her muscles. She was eighteen now, and her feelings for Draco were truly very strong, as was her attraction to him. Although she had no experience in this area, she knew her body needed to be touched, but not in a platonic way. With her hair in a bun and a towel wrapped around her naked body, Hermione was so lost in thought that she didn't hear the gargoyle guarding the entrance swing open, or even the footsteps in the living room, let alone the bathroom door opening.
"Oh, fuck, sorry !"
Startling, she tightened her towel with one hand and turned her back on Draco, who had turned around himself.
"I'm so sorry." he apologized.
"No, I am, I shouldn't have been hanging around in the bathroom like that." said Hermione.
Uncontrollably, Hermione turned to him. He was wearing his Quidditch outfit. Another thing that made him look incredibly sexy in her eyes.
"How was practice ?" she asked.
"Good, and I need a shower." he replied.
He glanced sideways at her, and his eyes couldn't help but drool over her divine legs.
"Well, uh, I'm going to go get dressed and let you shower." she said, turning her back on him.
"Yeah, right !"
After closing her bedroom door to the bathroom, Hermione leaned back against it, her legs wobbly. She didn't know how long she stood there until there was a knock behind her. She should get dressed first, but she opened it without even thinking. How long had she been standing against that door ? At least long enough for Draco to take a shower. A towel around his waist, his hair damp from the shower. Damn, it was the first time she'd seen him shirtless in three months of living together, and by Merlin, he was so sexy ! She felt a tingle in her lower abdomen.
"Hermione, I, I can't hold back anymore, I..."
"Then stop."
Stepping forward, he cupped Hermione's face and kissed her. She placed her hands on his bare, muscular chest.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." he said against her mouth. "It's such torture, living in the same common room, knowing you're sleeping in the room next to mine."
"If you only want me for my body, then my answer is no, I don't care if it means I have to suffer." she said back.
"I want you, Hermione Granger. All of you."
He was looking at her in a way that took her breath away.
"I'm crazy about you, my beautiful lioness."
"Kiss me !"
He took her mouth hostage again, letting go of her face to slide his hands under her buttocks, lifting her up and leading her to the large bed in the middle of the room.
"Um, you're not going to make love to me now, are you ?" she asked, breathless.
"Oh no, my beautiful nerd." She giggled. "I only just confessed my feelings to you, so we'll wait a bit until you're ready to make love. I just hope you'll let me touch you, taste your skin and..."
"Stop, it's torture for me too, living with you when I've loved you for two years." she confessed.
"Why didn't you ever tell me ?" She shrugged. "Oh, Granger, being just your friend was hard, because all I wanted to do was kiss you."
She shivered, and not just because of what he'd just declared.
"Damn, we're going to freeze standing here." he pointed out. "I'll let you get dressed, and I'll do the same, and you can meet me in the living room, okay ?"
Ten minutes later, dressed in their uniforms, they found themselves in the living room. Draco pulled her to him as soon as she was within arm's reach.
"Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it." he said. "I know things are tense with your friends and..."
"I don't owe them anything."
She pulled away and paced, not to get away from the handsome Slytherin, but more to think.
"I don't recognize them anymore." she said, facing him. "I don't mean Neville and all the others, but Harry, Ron, Ginny. Since you and I started living together, they've become mean, it's not like them."
"You know I don't want to come between your friendship, but I don't want to give up on you either. I love you, and I fully intend to be out in the open."
"You... you love me ?" Hermione choked.
"I know I was a real little shit when we first met, but I've changed because I refuse to be like my family." said Draco. "And I can't help it if your friends can't see past my last name and..."
Hermione had let him rant and rave before leaning forward and cutting him off with a kiss. Her hands on the hems of his robe, she whispered :
"Say it again !"
He slipped his hands around her waist and brought their bodies together.
"I love you !"
"I love you too !"
"Will you sleep with me starting tonight ?" he asked.
"Yes, I'll crawl into your bed whenever you want."
"Um, Granger, don't say things like that to me when we have to go to the banquet." he growled, pulling her closer to him.
Her eyes widened as she felt something very recognizable against her stomach.
Evening banquet !
They had arrived together but not too close together. Draco didn't want to force her hand, so they had entered the Great Hall like two friends, before separating to go to their respective tables. Hermione sat down so she could see the Slytherin table, and Draco did the same. A small smile was exchanged between the two as Professor Dumbledore gave his little pre-meal speech and conjured up the delicious dishes with a clap of his hands.
"Hey, Hermione !" Neville said, sitting across from her, once the meal had begun and the hubbub of conversation was in the air. "Would you mind helping me with Snape's homework ? I'm having trouble starting it."
"The one for Friday ?" the girl asked. Her young friend nodded. "Yeah, we'll meet in the library tomorrow after class, if you like."
"Thanks !"
"How's living with the other idiot ?" asked Ron.
Here we are ! He asked her every day, several times a day.
"Say other stuff, Ronald !" said Hermione. "And it's going very well, as I say every day. And stop calling him the other idiot."
"Why are you defending him ?" asked Ginny, Ron's sister and Harry's girlfriend.
"Because he's my friend." she replied. "No, not another word if you can't say anything nice about Draco. I don't even want to discuss it anymore."
She focused on her plate, and as she looked up at the Slytherin table, she caught Draco's eyes, worried despite his smile following the conversation he seemed to be having with his friends.
Neither of them were allowed to go around the school after curfew, so they could enjoy their common room as they pleased. They each made a trip to the bathroom and found themselves in front of the fireplace in the living room. Draco was in sweatpants and shirtless, and Hermione was in pajamas consisting of shorts and a silver blouse. When the young man pulled her onto him so she was straddling him, he noticed that the pajamas were made of silk.
"You seemed upset during dinner." he said.
So she told him.
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault." she reassured him. "They've become stupid and petty, which is not at all in the Gryffindor DNA, but I can't help it." She hooked her hands behind his neck. "And I don't want to talk about them, I want to talk about you and me."
"Do you want to talk or…" He slipped a hand into the loose hem of her pajama shorts. "We could do something more pleasant."
"Hmm, I'd like that." she said, licking her lips. "I want to feel your hands, and your mouth on me."
"Give me yours, first !"
It was clearly an order, and one that went straight through Hermione. She obeyed and kissed him, except Draco took the lead without delay. Breaking the kiss, he placed his fingers on the buttons of her silk blouse, waiting for Hermione's approval to remove it. She gave it to him with a nod. Delicately, he slowly unbuttoned the garment, and his cock hardened when he saw she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Hermione, do you want me dead ?" he breathed.
She removed her blouse herself, revealing her bare chest.
"I don't want any barriers between us." she told him. "My body needs your touch, without restriction."
"You..." He cleared his throat, forcing himself to look up from her perfect breasts to his own eyes. "Are you giving me free rein ?"
"I want to learn from you." she said, nodding. "I know you're experienced, and I don't blame you. You didn't know if I shared your feelings or not. And I don't blame you."
She placed her index finger over his mouth to silence him.
"But from now on, it's just me, okay ?"
He nodded, opening his lips to lick her fingertip, which he curled around his tongue before nibbling on it. An intense heat seized the young girl, who felt her body vibrate from top to bottom. Draco laid them down on the sofa, and his penis brushed against Hermione's through their clothes, eliciting a moan from the young witch.
"I want to make you squeal." he said, his voice husky. "Are you wet ?"
"I... I don't know."
"Can I ?"
She nodded, but Draco decided to torture her a little with a lingering kiss that made her head spin. Leaving her breathless, he moved his mouth to her neck, nibbling at it. Hermione let out a small noise that made him smile. Oh, he was going to love showing her the extent of possibilities through these sensual games he yearned to share with her. Moving down to her chest, he left a trail of kisses between her breasts, savoring the softness of her skin. Skin he had dreamed of touching and kissing. A chest, the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. Draco hadn't had that many lovers, having tried with Pansy Parkinson before breaking up when they realized they preferred to remain friends. Draco had flitted around, and sure, he wasn't as innocent as Hermione was, but he'd only ever loved one, and she was panting beneath his body.
"I want you so much." he said against her skin. "I want to melt inside you."
He took away her need to speak by sucking one of her erect tips between her lips. A gasp of astonishment escaped her throat.
"Again ?" Draco asked.
No answer. Draco looked up at her; she had closed her eyes.
"Hermione ?"
"Yes, yes, again." she replied without opening them.
He sucked on the other pink tip and nibbled at it. Hermione's moans grew louder, less discreet. Her body was boiling.
"Have you ever touched yourself, my sweet lioness ?" Draco asked, taking her mouth again for a lingering kiss.
He played skillfully with his tongue, knowing exactly what he was doing.
"So ?" She shook her head. "Can I ?"
She nodded vigorously, her eyes half-closed and clouded with desire. Oh yes, Draco could touch her any way he wanted. He cupped her throat in his hand, not applying any pressure, but it had the effect of making Hermione's eyes open fully, giving him his full attention.
"Do you belong to me ?"
He needed her to say yes. He'd wanted her so badly for years, and after what they were doing on that sofa, safe in their common room, he knew he wouldn't let her go. It would break his heart if she ever decided to leave him.
"I belong to you !" she whispered.
Energized by this response, Draco gave her another kiss while sliding his hand over her chest, kneading a breast in his palm, then lowering it to her silk shorts. He groaned against her mouth at the lack of panties. Either she never wore them at night, or she'd done it on purpose to drive him crazy. Either way, he was going to make her think twice about provoking him like this. Without question, he slid his middle finger between her wet folds, earning a moan from her, and he himself let out a hoarse, almost animal-like sound at the dampness of her innermost being.
"You're so wet, baby !" he said, stroking her clit. "Have you never done this ? Have you never pleasured yourself ?"
She shook her head, never having dared to indulge in this solitary practice. He was stroking what she assumed was her clitoris. So that was what it felt like ? Was it always this intense? Was it the same when you touched yourself ? Her body trembled, begging for more. Whispering Draco's name, moaning her pleasure, the pleasure he gave her, which ripped through her body like an earthquake, drew a cry from her that she had never uttered before.
A cry of release that echoed in Draco's ears like a sweet melody. Making her come was a delight to behold, and seeing her arch her back in orgasm almost made him come himself. He was hard as a rock, needing release himself, but another need overwhelmed him when he removed his hand from Hermione's shorts. He waited until she opened her eyes, misty and feverish, before bringing his index finger drenched in her creamy honey to his mouth. He sucked it between his lips, never taking his eyes off her sweetheart.
"Hmm..." he said, sucking every drop off his finger. "Delicious ! I can't wait to drink directly from the source."
"You..." She swallowed. "You mean..."
"I mean, tomorrow I'm going to lay you on my bed, or on the table." he began to list. "I'm going to pull up your skirt, pull down your panties, or leave them on and spread them aside to give me enough room to bury my face between your soft thighs and lick you like a cat licking its bowl of milk."
She clung to his shoulders, having felt a small shock between her thighs.
"I'd do it now, but you just had your first orgasm, you need to recover from it." he said.
He got up from the couch and carried her in his arms bridal style. The sight of her in his arms in a white dress conjured up images, each more erotic than the last. In the bathroom, he helped her freshen up and put her shorts back on.
"You uh..." She cleared her throat and, blushing, said : "You're still hard."
"Fuck, and I just got harder hearing you say those words." he growled. "Get out of this bathroom while I take care of my little problem."
"I might as well help you."
She put her words into action and slipped her hand into Draco's sweatpants and cupped his long, hard cock in her delicate hand. Draco groaned, throwing his head back at the sensation. He wasn't going to last long, already on the verge of implosion, but what really made him burst was Hermione's tongue on his nipple. He gripped the sink behind her with both hands as his seed spurted into Hermione's hand.
"Tomorrow..." he breathed, managing to speak after what he'd just experienced. "I'm going to make you regret playing with me."
She nibbled at his chin and whispered,
"I can't wait !"
Tuesday, December 2nd, 1997!
I can't wait... Those two little words had been going around in Draco's head all night, and all day. He'd woken up in his bed, a topless Hermione in his arms. He'd caressed her to wake her up, and she'd reciprocated. The day had started off very well, and he wasn't offended when, after class, she left him to go to the library to help his friend Neville with his Potions homework, which they were all due in three days. A homework he'd just finished, along with others. He too was getting ahead since he had his own common room ; he was less distracted by his friends. He could study in peace. An hour before dinner, he was putting his things away when Hermione came home. He let her put hers down and go to the bathroom before pulling her against him for a long kiss.
"I missed you !"
"You too." she simpered against his lips. "Last night you promised me something."
Oh yes, he remembered that very well ! He relieved his companion of her wizarding robes, then lifted her up and placed her on the table, stripped of everything.
"Lie down !"
He waited for her to obey, then, inserting himself between her legs, which were raised on the edge of the table, he quickly undid the snap fasteners of her white blouse. Her black lace bra made his mouth water.
"If we go too fast, all you have to do is..."
"Shut up and do what you want to do to me !"
She was confident, he could clearly see it in her eyes, so he pulled up a chair so he could sit at the head of the table, between her delicious thighs. Pushing aside the skirt she was wearing — which every girl in this school was required to wear — Draco salivated. Hermione wasn't wearing panties.
"I hope for your sake you took them off five minutes ago and haven't spent all day like this !" he warned her.
"Option one." she said in a whisper.
Perfect ! Reassured, Draco spread the fold of her labia with his fingers and blew on her clitoris, then, without warning, gave her a well-placed lick. The first gasps were heard, so Draco took advantage of them to continue his sweet torture without stopping. He would only stop once she had cried out her pleasure. He nibbled at her, licking her clitoris as he had promised the day before: like a cat lapping a saucer of milk, sucking on her pleasure button from time to time. Hermione was drenched in no time and her moans filled their common room.
Hermione wanted to grab onto something, but the table wasn't wide enough for her to dig her fingers into, so she let her instincts take over and dug her fingers into her lover's blond hair. He groaned but didn't stop, even inserting a finger inside her as he sucked on her clitoris. Hermione was hit by a thunderous orgasm, which she verbalized with a loud scream.
"Well, that was... incredible." she said a few minutes later, sitting on the edge of the table.
She was just recovering from her orgasm.
"When I do that kind of thing to you after I make love to you, you'll barely have time to recover before I'll be buried inside you." Draco told her, having gotten up and standing between her legs.
"I really want to skip dinner and have you take me to bed." Hermione admitted, cupping his chin with her fingers. "But that would be a bit premature, wouldn't it ?"
"You only have to say the word, my sweet lioness."
"I know." she breathed against his mouth.
Which she captured with a lingering kiss.
Friday, December 12th, 1997 !
Hermione was on cloud nine. A week and a half had passed since they'd confessed their feelings for each other, and Draco still couldn't get enough of her, which delighted her. After two explosive days of experiencing the joys of foreplay, she'd spent the next few days in a bad mood due to her monthly red period. Getting your period when you were finally with the guy of your dreams, well, that really sucked, Hermione had said after three days. Draco had smiled and hugged her. He'd surprised her when, lying in bed, she'd had a bad cramp during the first few days, and he'd started massaging her stomach, where the cramps were most painful. It had felt so good, so good that she eventually fell asleep, but the next morning she had thanked him with a kiss so passionate that Draco still thought about it, even more a week later.
They had been so busy with classes, homework, and for Draco, Quidditch practice for their next game against Ravenclaw before the holidays, that they had barely had time to cuddle. The weekend was here, and they all had a trip to Hogsmeade the next day.
"Do you want to go on separate ways ?" Draco asked, as they were getting ready for the night after a large meal. "I suppose your friends don't know about us."
"Luna and Neville do, but they haven't told the others."
She explained that the couple had walked in on them kissing in an empty corridor a few days earlier.
"They weren't that surprised." said Hermione. "Neville's a lot smarter than some people think."
"And he doesn't care that you're dating the enemy ?" asked Draco.
"You're not the enemy, and it's not our fault that Harry and Ron have gone stupid."
She came out of the bathroom in her nightie, immediately catching Draco's eye.
"Neville doesn't care that I'm dating you." she said, stepping closer to him.
"What's that flimsy little thing ?" he asked, pulling her closer by the hips.
"It's called a nightie." She pushed him over so he could sit on the edge of the bed. "Do you like it ?" He nodded. "Perfect, I'll go buy some more during the holidays. Any color preference ?"
"No, as long as it's as sexy as what you're wearing right now." He slid his hands up her slightly exposed thighs. "Will you lie down for me, beautiful ?"
"No!"
Surprised by her answer, he raised his head, frowning.
"It's my turn to make you feel good," she told him.
"But you've made me feel good several times already, with your pretty hands," he reminded her.
"I know." She leaned down and kissed him. "But I'm not going to use my hands this time."
He choked on his own saliva, swallowing at the determined look in his sweet Hermione's eyes.
"You let me do this, okay ?" she said, removing his shirt.
She loved seeing him naked. They may not have slept together yet, but every sensual cuddle session was followed by a shared shower. So she knew his body very well, and wasn't afraid to bring her hand — and tonight her mouth — close to his penis. Breaking the kiss, she kissed him back in the same way he kissed her skin. His jaw, his neck, the hollow of his throat, his wonderfully toned chest, hid nipples, which she licked and nibbled. This action drew a low growl from him, but Draco didn't stop her.
"Move up a little further on the bed !"
He obeyed, and Hermione straddled his legs, just below his knees for better access. She took the time to run her tongue over Draco's abs, tracing each furrow with her tongue. Everything was perfectly thought out, and Hermione had known for several days now that she wanted to do what she was doing. She wanted no restrictions with her boyfriend ; she wanted to give herself to him without restraint, and that would soon be the case. But for now, it was up to her to please him by using her mouth. She wasn't afraid of this practice, since she was about to do it to the man she loved madly. She took off the sweatpants he had put on after his shower and bit her tongue at the sight of his erect penis.
"Don't force yourself..."
He hissed through his teeth as she wrapped her hand around his cock.
"I'm not forcing myself to do anything." she reassured him. "With you, I'm ready for anything !"
To prove it to him, she picked the white pearl that had just appeared on the head of his penis with the tip of her tongue.
"It's so sexy." said Draco.
Half-sitting on his elbows, he didn't want to miss a single thing that was about to happen. She caressed him in her palm, with a slow and assured movement, without taking her eyes off him. Then, she lowered them and kissed the tip of his penis. She repeated the gesture before actually sucking him. She felt nothing but intense pleasure course through her body, and her decision was made. She continued sucking him, each time taking him further and further into her mouth. Then, when she felt a drop of seminal fluid on her tongue, she stopped but moved her kisses up Draco's body until she could whisper in his ear :
"First shelf of my bathroom cabinet, left stall ! You have exactly one minute."
"Wh... what ?"
"You'll understand." she told him.
Struggling to recover from the little treat he'd just received — though he hadn't come because she'd stopped before he'd had the chance — he got out of bed and went to get what she'd asked for. Top shelf of the mahogany wardrobe with the Gryffindor lion on it ; left-hand cabin. Okay, so he might have been born into the wizarding world, but he recognized condoms right away. The question would be why she'd had them in her wardrobe at school, but for now, he'd gotten the message perfectly. Grabbing the box, he went back into his room, and his cock hardened again. Hermione was naked, at the end of the bed.
"Will you... will you explain ?" he asked, approaching her.
"I thought the message would be clear." she said, standing up.
She slid her hands down his body, from his stomach to his chest.
"Make love to me, Draco ! Unless, of course, you don't want to."
"Of course I do." he said. "But baby..."
"No, no buts, please !" she interrupted. "I love you and I want you, so take me !"
She was determined, sure of herself ; Draco could see that, and it made him react immediately. With his free hand, he lifted her, and when she wrapped herself around him, he climbed back onto the bed.
"My love !" he breathed against her mouth.
He trailed feverish kisses down her body, down to her womanhood, letting passion take over his movements. He teased her until she climaxed, then stood up and tore open the condom wrapper, rolling it down his penis. Hermione was barely recovering from her orgasm when he lay on top of her and entered her with one long thrust.
The pain was inevitable. Hermione dug her nails into Draco's shoulders, but he didn't care. He moved inside her, gently but not too slowly. He kept pace with their shared passion, with a blazing desire. Draco was ready to stop at the slightest word Hermione spoke, but she said nothing but his name, which she whispered here and there while clinging to him. She even closed her legs around him like a second skin, her hands tucked under his shoulders. Draco moved his mouth to the crook of her neck, moving inside her until his back arched as he released himself into the condom.
They were both breathless, unable to utter a single word.
Saturday, December 13th, 1997 !
He had been watching her sleep for about ten minutes, unable to tear his eyes away from her peaceful face. What happened last night would stay with him for the rest of his life. Their lives. It was a no-brainer ; he fully intended to spend his life with this incredible girl.
"You're staring at me."
Properly propping his head in one hand, he gave a small smile.
"Maybe."
Hermione opened her eyes and smiled back.
"Hello !"
"Hello ! How are you feeling ?"
She knew what he was talking about.
"I'm fine."
"Aren't you in pain ?" he asked.
"Help me up, and I'll tell you."
She pushed herself up into a sitting position, and aside from a slight twinge between her thighs, she was fine, which she told him. She managed to get to the bathroom and do what she had to do without a problem. Draco had been gentle despite the first penetration, but Hermione had trusted him with every fiber of her being ; it had removed all the stress from her body.
"I'm starving." she said, dressed for the day.
Jeans, a T-shirt, and a sweater, plus a pair of boots for walking in the snow. She put on a warm jacket and her scarf. Draco was also dressed warmly.
"Are you having breakfast at my table this morning ?" he offered. "We'll go to Hogsmeade right after. Unless, of course, you don't want your friends knowing about us."
"I'm sure half the school already suspects something, and I don't have to answer to anyone." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I expect Pansy and Blaise know."
"Let's just say they know how I feel about you, but none of the Slytherins will be surprised either. Although you might make some people jealous."
"I could defend myself." said Hermione.
"I don't doubt it."
They exchanged a long, sweet kiss before leaving their common room hand in hand, ready to spend the day in Hogsmeade.
Ron and Harry weren't sitting at the Gryffindor table when she and Draco entered the Great Hall. They were probably still asleep, like the two slackers they were. The four large tables weren't full, as most students preferred to sleep in on Saturday mornings, but Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson, Draco's two best friends, were side by side eating and chatting actively, until the young brunette saw them arrive. She noticed their knotted fingers.
"How long has this been going on ?" she asked them.
"Almost two weeks." Hermione replied.
Smiling, Pansy turned to her boyfriend.
"You owe me a box of chocolates."
"You bet on us ?" Draco said, amused.
"You've been acting weird for the past few days, and Hermione's been looking a bit too far out of it." Pansy said. "It sounded like me after my first date with Blaise, I knew right away, but my boyfriend didn't believe me. He was sure Draco would have told us if you were together."
"Why didn't you tell us ?" Blaise asked his friend.
"We wanted to stay in our own little world for a while." said Draco. "Is that forbidden ?"
"No, it's cool." The two boys bumped their fists together. "I'm happy for you, it's about time."
"Thanks !" said Hermione.
They ate lunch, chatting about this and that, and when their stomachs were full, they left the main Slytherin table while others sat down. As they left the Great Hall, they ran into Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Lavender. The first three looked stunned as they watched Draco and Hermione huddle together as if they were in another world.
"What's going on here ?" asked Harry.
"Why does that idiot have his arm around your shoulder like that ?" asked Ron.
"I don't see how that has anything to do with you." said Draco.
"We didn't talk to you !" snapped the redhead. "And get away from her !"
"Oh, why don't you keep your voice down ?" interjected Blaise.
"Why don't everyone calm down ?" suggested Lavender, turning to her boyfriend. "They're obviously together. No, you shut up and leave them alone. I'm sick of your petty talk about Draco. I'm going to have breakfast."
She nodded to Hermione, who nodded back.
"Hermione, you're not serious ?" said Ginny. "You're not really dating him, are you ?"
"I don't have to answer to you." said Hermione.
"We're your friends." said Harry.
"Except I don't recognize you anymore." said Hermione. "You've become... petty, and that's unworthy of Gryffindor."
With that, she followed Draco a little further as he extended his hand. He had moved away to give her space, but she joined him, and together, accompanied by Pansy and Blaise, they left the castle grounds for Hogsmeade, just like some of the students and teachers.
The deep snow on the ground made their footsteps crunch, and the cold winter air felt good to Hermione. She huddled against Draco as she walked, lifting her head so that the snowflakes fell on her face.
"You know you're cute ?"
Turning her head toward Draco, she smiled at him, and he took her mouth.
"Are you okay ?"
"Yes, it felt good to tell them what I thought of their behavior." she said. "I'm not going to stop being happy just because my Gryffindor friends don't like you. I know you're worth, and that's enough for me."
"Especially since those three idiots are the only ones who hate Draco." Blaise chimed in.
"Hey, guys, why don't you go ahead and let us talk ?" Pansy suggested.
She stepped away from Blaise and slipped an arm through Hermione's, dismissing the two boys with a wave of her hand.
"Well, I guess we don't really have a choice." said Draco.
Once the boys were far enough away for the young female Slytherin's liking, she resumed a more leisurely pace.
"Tell me !"
"Tell you what ?" said Hermione.
"You're different, I noticed it the moment you sat down at our table." said Pansy. "You made a tiny wince of discomfort when you did."
Pansy gave her a sideways glance that said it all.
"You're more observant than I thought." smiled Hermione.
"Yes, it's a gift !" boasted Pansy. "Come on, tell me! How was it ?"
"Um, it feels weird bringing it up knowing that you and him were, uh, intimate." Hermione grimaced.
"Yes, but it's been over a year, and Draco and I were a huge mistake." Pansy said. "Unfortunately, you can't undo the past, and I'm rooting for you."
"You're sweet !" Hermione sighed. "That was really great. Can we just stop talking about it ? This is really awkward."
"Okay." Pansy snorted. "But if you need to talk about anything, I'm here."
"Noted !"
The conversation changed and they finally caught up with the boys, each finding their sweetheart.
"What were you talking about ?" asked Blaise.
"Makeup and shoes for the ball !" replied Pansy.
On the eve of the holidays, a ball would be held at the castle to celebrate Christmas. This announcement had been made a few days earlier during the evening banquet.
"How awful !" grimaced Blaise.
"Are you planning on wearing red ?" asked Pansy of Hermione.
"Um, let's just say you'll find out." replied the young Gryffindor. "I've already sent a letter to my mother telling her what I want."
"I can't wait to see you in your ball gown." whispered Draco in her ear.
"So, are we staying all day or just the morning ?" asked Blaise. "I still have homework to do."
"We just have to do what we have to do, and we'll be back at the castle before lunchtime." said Draco.
"You owe me some chocolates." Pansy reminded her boyfriend.
"Off to Honeydukes' shop !"
A few hours later !
During lunchtime after their return from Hogsmeade, Hermione royally ignored Harry and company and shared her lunch with Neville, Seamus, Dean, and Luna, who was a Ravenclaw but liked to eat lunch with her red and gold friends, especially her boyfriend Neville.
"Their attitude is getting annoying." Seamus sighed.
"Who are you talking about ?" Hermione asked. "Harry and Ron ?"
"Yeah !"
"Don't bother !"
Hermione finished her meal and left her friends to return to her common room. She had barely passed the gargoyle when arms encircled her and lips pressed against her neck.
"I knew you'd follow me." Hermione said. "But if you've joined me to play with my body, you'll have to wait."
"Um, you're no fun." he mumbled. "Tell me how to convince you ?"
"I just want to rest a little, and make sure all my homework is done." she said.
"You know how much your intellectual side turns me on ?"
He kissed her neck, sucking on her pulse as he did so.
"Draco."
"Hmm ?" She turned to him and kissed him. "I prefer that."
He led her to the sofa and sat her straddling his lap.
"Draco..."
"Homework is due Monday, and we don't have anything else due until Friday, so just relax and kiss me !"
"Is that an order, handsome ?"
She bit her lip. A gesture Draco never took his eyes off. His hands caressed Hermione's legs and buttocks through her jeans.
"Absolutely !" he said. "Give me your mouth, sweetheart !"
Her lust took over, and she pressed her mouth against Draco's. Parts of their clothes tumbled across the room.
"Stop me..." Draco whispered, his face buried in the hollow of her breasts. "Or I'll won't stop and abuse you."
"Don't stop." she moaned, throwing her head back.
It seemed she couldn't resist him. Yes, she could, but she didn't want to.
"Tell me you love me, and take me to the bedroom !"
Draco stood up, holding her firmly in his arms, and carried her into the bedroom. Yes, he was completely and irrevocably in love with her. And he told her so.
"You're the love of my life !" he declared.
He placed her on the edge of the bed and cupped her face in his hands.
"I love you, and I want to spend my life with you."
"Your parents will never let you marry a Muggle."
"My parents, they don't control me. They've known that since the day I showed them my contempt for their past." said Draco. "I refuse to be like them, and they know it. I chose you, Hermione, I love you with every fiber of my being, and I have no intention of giving up."
"I won't either !"
The rest of their clothes disappeared. The couple slipped under the sheets, and Draco made love to Hermione with the utmost gentleness. They remained in bed, cuddled together. Hermione rested her head on Draco's chest.
"I don't feel like moving anymore." he said.
"We'll have to go to dinner." said Hermione.
"Yeah !"
She sat up so she could look at him better.
"You said I was the love of your life."
"It's true, and I mean it." said Draco. "I can't get enough of you."
"I can't get enough of you either." she said, before smirking. "You were extremely gentle, for someone who wanted to abuse my body."
"I didn't mean to hurt you ; it was only your second time."
"But I wasn't in pain, quite the opposite." She placed a kiss on his chest. "I actually enjoyed it immensely ; you heard me moan your name and you heard me come."
Oh, yes, and he had loved every second of it.
"Don't mess with me !" he growled.
"That's exactly..." A kiss on his chin. "...what I intend..." Another on his chest. "...to do." She punctuated with a flick of her tongue over his nipple.
Draco grew hard as a rock and switched their positions.
"You're playing with fire, beautiful lioness." he warned her.
"Burn me !"
She couldn't say where this recklessness, this retort, this desire to play came from, but she didn't care. Draco's gaze was burning with desire, no doubt matching hers.
"You know, I have a huge fantasy about you." he told her, sliding a finger down her body.
"Which one ?"
"You, on me !"
She bit her lip and arched her back as he stroked her clitoris.
"I dream of you riding me." He inserted one finger inside her. "Taking me at your pace." He leaned down and sucked on her nipple. "I have so many positions I want to take you in." He sucked on the other, then lowered his mouth to her body. "Would you let me ?"
"Yes !" she breathed.
Hermione arched her back more and more as he played with her womanhood. Now between her thighs, he replaced his finger with his tongue until he had the taste of her in his mouth, then he turned her onto her stomach. He put on another condom and lifted Hermione's hips, who was already sitting up on her own. Seeing her on all fours on the bed made him feverish.
"Do you trust me ?"
Without trying to lie back on her back, Hermione simply turned her head toward him and nodded. Yes, she trusted him, blindly. He entered her, his hands on her hips. He moved inside her, caressing her back with one hand and moving up to the nape of her neck. He brushed aside the hair that blocked his access to her skin, and then molded their bodies together, his thrusts continuing.
"Do you want to come, my beautiful lioness ?" he whispered in her ear. "You're almost there, I can feel it."
"Yes... Draco, please..."
"I love hearing you beg me." He nibbled at her earlobe. "I'm the man of your dreams, Hermione Granger !"
The words wanted to escape her mouth, but he was thrusting into her with such vigor, and his hand had crept down to her sex to stroke her clitoris, that she forgot how to speak. She simply nodded.
"Come, baby !"
He pinched her clitoris, which elicited a scream from Hermione that echoed throughout the room. Draco didn't stop thrusting into her, not having come yet, but he soon did, and he spilled himself into the condom before collapsing next to Hermione. He was on his back, she was sprawled on her stomach. They looked at each other, breathless, their bodies dripping with sweat, and they burst out laughing.
Tuesday, December 16th, 1997 !
The weekend had been delightful. They had only left their common room for meals, preferring to stay in the privacy of their rooms, cuddling, each one more delicious than the last. Hermione had, of course, wanted to make sure their homework was done.
"The sooner we make sure it's done, the sooner you can drive me crazy !" she had said to Draco.
It hadn't taken the young man long to make a decision. He had even decided to get ahead with the Transfiguration homework that was due on the last day before the holidays. The day of the ball. They would only have classes in the morning that day, including Professor McGonagall's, so that the seventh-years could hand in that infamous homework.
The night before, when she returned from dinner, Hermione had found on her bed a large bag containing her ball gown, and parcels containing other small items she would need for the ball. She'd taken advantage of Draco being in the bathroom to hang up her gorgeous dress in the closet, quickly hiding it before he could see it. He'd tried, but Hermione had threatened to deprive him of sex if he tried to see the said dress before the night of the ball. Thinking back on the face he'd made, Hermione giggled while she was in the school library. She was bringing back borrowed books and putting them away herself.
"What are you laughing at ?"
Emerging from her reverie, Hermione turned to Ginny.
"None of your business." she replied. "What do you want from me ?"
"I'm not allowed to come and talk to my friend ?" said Ginny. "You'd never have spoken to me like that before."
"Don't be mistaken, it's just that I used to care what you and everyone else thought." said Hermione, picking up the last book and heading to the appropriate shelf. "Now I couldn't care less. I live for myself, not for anyone else."
"See, that's why we're worried." said Ginny, following her. "Draco's influence makes you different from the Hermione we knew."
"Draco has no influence over me." »
Well, yes, a little, but it was mainly through letting go and the love games that he had an influence on her, but Hermione preferred to keep this information to herself. She put the book away and turned to her so-called friend.
"What do you and the others expect from me ?" asked Hermione.
By others, she meant Harry and Ron, of course. The other Gryffindors, like the rest of the school, didn't care that the nerd school was dating a Slytherin, and more specifically, that she was dating Draco Malfoy.
"We just want you to put yourself in our shoes and realize that you're changing with him, and that's not right." said Ginny. "You shouldn't be with him. You'll lose your friends."
"If I understand correctly, you're asking me to choose between you and the man I love !"
"Draco doesn't know what love is !" replied Ginny, trying to keep her tone calm.
After all, they were in a library.
"You see, Ginny, real friends would never ask me such a thing." said Hermione. "I choose to be happy, and since you, Harry, and Ron couldn't figure it out, then we have nothing left to talk about."
"You choose that creep over your friends ?" Ginny said indignantly.
"If you were my friends, you'd never ask me to !"
Without another word, she left the library and went back up to her common room. Draco had one last Quidditch practice before his match the next day. She couldn't ask him to make her forget her fight with Ginny, so she slipped into a hot, foamy bath. The tub was large enough for two people. Hermione would give anything for Draco to be there, to take her in his arms and tell her everything would be okay, but she was alone in that large tub. She rested her head against the rim, sculpted perfectly for her, and closed her eyes. The scent of lavender had a soothing effect, and she fell asleep, not hearing the sound the gargoyle made as it let Draco, exhausted from practice, pass by.
The young man longed for a nice, hot shower and to be back in the arms of his sweet lioness. He took off his protective gear, took off his shoes and clothes, and entered the bathroom in his boxer shorts. He was surprised when he saw Hermione in the bathtub. He approached and realized she was asleep. He slipped a finger into the water, and it was lukewarm.
"Hermione !"
He sat on the edge of the tub and stroked her cheek, rousing her from her slumber.
"It's not like you to fall asleep in the bath. Are you okay ?"
"Not really." She shivered. "Will you join me ?"
"I'd rather take a shower." he said.
She shrugged, drained the water from the tub, and stood up. Despite the suds covering her body, Draco found her more than desirable. He removed his boxers, and they both hugged each other under the shower once it was at the right temperature. They kissed under the hot water, and Hermione took special care to soap Draco's body.
"Did you enjoy torturing me like this ?" he asked hoarsely, pressing himself against her back.
They were both wearing towels, and Draco had spent the last ten minutes watching Hermione dry her hair.
"I'm just returning the favor." she smiled at him.
"You're smiling again, that's good." He kissed her temple. "Want to tell me what's making you sad ?"
So she told him about her heated argument with Ginny in the library.
"I'm surprised Mrs. Pince didn't kick us out." said Hermione.
"They have some nerve, asking you to choose between them and me." said Draco. "Are you okay ?"
"Yeah, I have to face the fact that my best friends aren't the ones I used to know anymore." she sighed, before turning around in his arms. "But I wouldn't give up happiness just because they don't like you. Besides, their reason is stupid."
"Yeah, well, enough about them." He untied her towel, revealing her beautiful, goddess-like body. "Oops !"
"You're anything but sorry."
"Why would I be ?" He knelt down. "But if you don't want me to take care of you, then..."
"Hurry up, we can't be late for the banquet."
With a predatory grin, he swung a leg over his shoulder and drank from her delicious nectar.
Friday, December 19th, 1997 !
Slytherin had won their game against Ravenclaw two days earlier, and Hermione had congratulated him once in the privacy of their common room, with a little treat that quickly turned into an intense sex session on the sofa, the table, and finally, in the young wizard's bed. In the living room, waiting for Hermione who was finishing getting ready, Draco let his gaze wander over the famous sofa. His little intellectual was getting more and more relaxed, and she had satisfied Draco's fantasy by straddling him on that very sofa. A throat clearing brought him out of his reverie.
With his mouth wide open, he examined the dark green dress Hermione had donned. A floor-length mermaid gown of chiffon and lightly sequined lace. Hermione struck a peculiar pose to show off the slit in the dress on her left leg.
"You look stunning." he said, approaching. "Absolutely magnificent !"
And her hair… Hermione had a braid on her right side.
"How am I supposed to last a whole evening ?"
She giggled and stole a kiss from him.
"You seemed lost in thought." she told him.
"Yes, I was thinking about us, on that sofa the day before yesterday."
"We can do it again tonight, if you like."
"Don't tempt me when we have a ball waiting for us."
But he gave her a feverish kiss, one that would surely leave them on edge throughout the evening.
So, arm in arm, they entered the Great Hall, transformed for the occasion into a ballroom. A true fairytale setting in the middle of winter. The tables had been moved to the sides, and only a few minutes after their arrival, Professor Dumbledore wished them a good evening, clapped his hands, and the tables were filled with food. Music began to play, and the first couples formed in the middle of the room.
"May I have this dance, my dear ?"
"Yes, with pleasure !"
Draco led Hermione into the middle of the crowd, and they swayed against each other in a slow waltz. It was no longer a secret that Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were dating, and aside from three Gryffindor members, no one cared.
"I knew you were talented at everything you did, but I'm surprised by your dancing skills." she told him.
"I'm full of surprises."
After a few dances, they headed to one of the banquet tables and ran into Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Lavender. While the latter, looking lovely in a gold dress, complimented Hermione on her own dress, the others didn't appreciate the color.
"You've clearly chosen your side !" said Harry.
"It's just a dress, who cares about the color." Hermione retorted. "You're just trying to make me feel guilty, and bad news for you, I'm not."
"Hermione..."
"Okay, that's enough !" Lavender chimed in. "You three are being ridiculous. Leave Hermione and Draco alone. You're annoying me !"
And she walked off, Ron close behind, trying to calm her down.
"Come on, let's go to another table." said Draco.
"Good idea !" Hermione agreed.
"Wait, Hermione..."
"No, you leave me alone." the young woman snapped. "I can't be friends with people who don't trust me. Do you really think I could have fallen for him if he was truly evil ? He's the complete opposite of what you think, but you can't see beyond your prejudices. We have nothing left to say to each other."
She spent the rest of the evening dancing with Draco, laughing out loud with Pansy and Blaise. She even kissed Draco in the middle of a dance, not caring who might look at them. No one but Draco really mattered. Shortly before midnight, they returned to their common room. A sprig of mistletoe materialized just above their heads, at the entrance to the living room. They kissed gently.
"You stood up for me !" Draco said, his throat tight.
"Of course I did." Hermione cupped his face. "You're a good person, Draco Malfoy, and I love you."
"I love you too !"
The kiss that followed was more passionate, and Draco pushed her back toward the table.
"I want you." he said. "But I'm going to try to be sweet and romantic and…"
Hermione nibbled at his mouth, leaving him speechless, as she relieved him of his tuxedo jacket. She unbuttoned his white shirt and untied the bow tie around his neck.
"You, in that suit, do you know how I felt all evening ?" she said, switching their positions.
He was now pressed against the table, and Hermione was unbuttoning his trousers.
"Save your romantic side for Valentine's Day." she said, releasing what she wanted. "We won't be seeing each other for several days, so I want it to be memorable so it's all we can think about until we meet again."
They had planned to meet again on December 25th, so they could spend time with their families separately before meeting up at each other's houses. Hermione knelt down, took him in her hand, and then in her mouth. Draco let out a loud fuck, gripping the edge of the table. He was unable to look away, memorizing the image of Hermione swallowing his cock into her mouth.
"That's enough !"
He pulled her up by the arm, gave her a searing kiss, and turned her to face the table. He unzipped the back of the dress and lowered the garment over her body. He picked up the dress and kissed the curve of Hermione's buttocks before standing up.
"Don't move !"
He went into the bedroom and came back without the robe and completely naked, a condom in one hand and a large towel in the other. He spread the towel on the table to prevent Hermione from hurting herself, then bent her over. The young girl didn't resist and clung to the table while Draco removed her black satin panties. He stayed on his knees behind her, kneading her buttocks and running his tongue over her, tasting her flavor. She was soaked and ready for him, so he didn't waste a moment. Standing up, he slipped on the condom and penetrated Hermione with a long thrust. One hand on her hip, the other wrapped around her braided hair. Only the sound of their lovemaking and the crackling of the fireplace surrounded them, Hermione screamed her pleasure, even going so far as to ask Draco for more. He pulled out, turned her over so he could kiss her, lifted her up, and gently pressed her against the wall near the green and silver bedroom. He thrust into her again, and Hermione clung to him as if her life depended on it. Their mouths met, only to be separated by lack of air, and Hermione was then struck by a powerful orgasm.
Legs wobbly, Draco slid to the floor, holding Hermione in his arms, still buried inside her. Breathless, they looked into each other's eyes before bursting into laughter.
An hour passed. They were lying in Draco's bed, naked, cuddled up to each other.
"I'll miss you." said Hermione.
"We'll only be apart for four days." said Draco. "I'll write to you and tell you how much I miss you."
"And I'll write back." she said. "Where will we meet on the twenty-fifth ? You don't know where I live, and vice versa."
"We'll just have to meet in Diagon Alley, and we'll see then." he suggested. She nodded. "I'll take the opportunity to talk quietly with my parents."
"Do you think they'll like me ?" asked Hermione. "I'm a Muggle."
"I'll make sure they accept you, because you're the woman of my dreams !"
"And you're the man of my dreams !"
It was the first time she'd said it out loud, and she meant it.
"I hope so !" he said, smiling. "We should get some sleep."
...
Epilogue !
Tuesday, December 25th, 2007 !
Hermione had kept very little contact with Harry and company after graduation. They hadn't changed their minds about her relationship with Draco, and despite their parents' and families' disapproval of their behavior, they wouldn't budge. So Hermione had ended their friendship and forged a new one.
She and Pansy had become inseparable, which didn't displease their boyfriends, even going so far as to be each other's bridesmaids.
During Christmas 1997, Hermione met Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, who welcomed her into their family with open arms.
"We've done things we're not proud of today, but times have changed." Mrs. Malfoy had said.
Mr. Malfoy had simply nodded, and had some reservations about his only son's romance with a Muggle, but when he had seen them together, as the couple walked in the garden of the family manor, he had seen and especially heard his son laughing out loud with this young girl, so he had understood that yes, Draco had chosen a Muggle as his companion, but she had the merit of making him happy, and above all, she loved him unconditionally despite his ancestry. He had not opposed their union when, two years after their studies, Draco announced to his parents that he intended to propose to Hermione. Lucius had surprised everyone by suggesting that the ceremony take place in the garden of the manor.
"I wish nothing but your happiness, my son !" he had said.
Yes, life was more than good for Hermione Granger, or rather for Hermione Jean Malfoy. She had taken her husband's last name — of course — after their union. A husband who had not broken his promise to always take care of her in their wedding vows. Upon their return from their honeymoon, they had moved into a house in Godric's Hollow, where they had lived for eight years now.
On that Christmas morning, it was 7:00 a.m. when Draco decided to wake his wife in the most delicious way possible, before penetrating her and making love to her. He swallowed her moans with kisses to silence the sounds. He absolutely didn't want to wake their children by traumatizing them.
"What about a third ?" he suggested, a few minutes after coming inside her.
He was still lying between her thighs, buried inside her.
"Don't you think we have enough work with two children ?" Hermione asked, amused.
"Michael is seven and Lucia is four, they're grown up and would love a little brother or sister." said Draco.
"You're not the one who's going to look like a balloon for nine months."
"You'll look amazing." he told her. "Like the first two times."
"Yeah, I'll think about it."
She pushed him away and got out of bed, pulling the sheet with her. When they emerged from their room twenty minutes later, dressed in silk pajamas — red for Hermione, green for Draco — they were mobbed by two blond children, aged seven and four, who shouted,
"IT'S PRESENT TIME !"
Draco burst out laughing, picking his daughter up.
"You're only allowed to open one before breakfast." said Hermione.
The two children each picked a present. Lucia jumped with joy at a stuffed lion, and Michael received a book, which he opened immediately upon settling down on the sofa. Hermione was very proud of having passed on her love of books to her children. Michael loved to read, and Lucia was slowly learning, and adored it when her brother told her stories. The book he'd received was age-appropriate for Lucia, so he began reading aloud when his little sister came to snuggle up to him.
Leaving her children on the sofa, Hermione grabbed a small package from under the tree and led Draco into the kitchen, while Crookshanks, Hermione's old cat, curled up at the foot of the sofa to watch over the children.
"Here !" said Hermione, handing the green package to Draco.
"What is it ?" he asked.
"Open it, and you'll see !"
She set to work preparing breakfast, biting her lip to keep from smiling when she heard the paper tear.
"Are you kidding me ?"
She put down the packet of flour she was about to open and turned to her husband. He knew perfectly well what he was holding, having seen it twice when Hermione told him about her first two pregnancies.
"Are you pregnant ?"
"I'm one month !" she said. "I didn't tell you before because I wanted to... um."
Draco had closed the distance between them to kiss her.
"Surprise !"
"I love you so much, Hermione."
"I love you too, and I love our family just the way it is, but I'm warning you, this is the last time I get pregnant. Three children will be plenty enough." she told him flatly.
"Okay, Mrs. Malfoy !" he laughed.
"Merry Christmas, handsome !"
"Merry Christmas, my beautiful lioness !"
THE END !