Just Let Go

Damn I’m stressed… all this anxiety is getting to me… got a test tomorrow, head girl duties tonight… when will it break?

Hermione Granger was back for her 7^th year. Hogwarts invited those who did not graduate because of the war to return this year and take their NEWTS and graduate.

I’m a bloody war hero for Merlin’s sake! And I can’t handle homework? Oh gods.

And to top it all off? The Head boy is none other than Draco Malfoy. He seems to have changed for the better, she even thought them to be friends, but who really knows what goes on in his mind? Gods he is nice to look at though… those stormy grey eyes staring straight through me… feeling like he could read me. If only he could truly read me, he’d have bed me long ago.

This was the last thought as she walked into the room, a blush creeping up her face. Then she saw him… the main player in her fantasies. He was lounging on the couch, reading. Hermione froze at the entrance. She watched how his eyes scanned the pages. Studying how his brows furrowed when he was trying to make sense of something. His blonde hair fell over one of his eyes, giving him a come hither look. And he was shirtless. Tight muscles lay under his pale skin. Scars marred his torso. She had never asked him about them, but figured they were from his father or the war.

After perusing his bare chest, she returned to his face, where she found silver orbs watching her. Oh gods… silver? Her breath hitched and she tried to move her legs, but seemed glued to the spot.

There had been some tension between the roommates since beginning of the semester. They were friends at least at this point. She wanted more… but knew he could never give her more than shagging. She was the Gryffindor Virgin Princess, more than just in name. She was holding out.

Harry and Ron didn’t return. She missed Harry, but was more than happy to have a break from Ron. Their break up was hard, but could be seen coming a long way off. .

Those who had come back did not understand what the war was like. But Malfoy did. He may have been on the other side by force, but he had seen the horrors of war. He understood her. She was a dam waiting to break... then again... so was he.

They stared at each other for a moment longer. Lust flooding his eyes, longing filling hers. She felt the blood rushing to her cheeks and finally found her will to move. Her eyes quickly moved to the floor and she made her way to her room. She dropped her books and grabbed her pajamas and changed. Then she picked up the latest essay assignment and headed back out to where the head boy was.

He looked up as she entered the room, but Hermione could not look at him. She could feel the heat coming off of her in waves. Could feel the heat pooling between her legs, and all from a glance.

Gods just take me already. She begged him mentally. She had been debating with herself internally for ages on what she would do if he wanted her. She needed to give in. Even her best mate Ginny said, in quote, “You need to get laid!”

She felt his eyes still trained on her. She was wearing pajama shorts and a white tank top. The tank was just above her navel where she had a piercing. It was her birthday present to herself this year – a little rebellious streak. She just needed some action, something new.

Hermione chanced a peek at Draco from under her lashes. She could see the fire burning in his eyes, and glancing slowly down his body could see other reactions as well. Sweat was glistening on his chest, where she could see his shallow breaths. She couldn’t help but picture herself running her tongue over him and tasting the salt off of his skin. She shivered at the thought, further increasing her own desire.

Prying her eyes away from his chest, she continued looking down his body. She could see his hardness pressing against his silk pajama pants. Here her breath hitched as she almost whimpered.

She worried her bottom lip and finally gazed at his face. He seemed to be doing the same thing she was doing. She watched his eyes flow over her legs, up her slim waist, past her navel piercing where he smirked, then up to her chest where her nipples were taught against her tank top. This time his breath caught. His eyes flew from her chest to her face and looked deeply into her eyes.

Slowly, Draco got up from the sofa and walked over to her, never losing eye contact. He kneeled in front of her. “Why do we do this to ourselves” he whispered as his hand touched her cheek. Instinctively, Hermione leaned into his hand and took a deep breath, breathing as much of Draco Malfoy as she could. His other hand traced her jawline and began moving down… her neck, shoulder, arms, and again to her collarbone. She shivered with pleasure, goose bumps standing on her arms.

Draco stood to leave, but this time she did whimper. He looked at her calculating, unsure of what to do. She could tell his control was nearing its end. She didn’t want to be the one to initiate, it just wasn’t her way. He continued looking at her and then turned to walk away. He froze when he heard her whisper… “Please”.

Draco didn’t know what to do. He knew Hermione was a virgin, but gods, she was testing him tonight. Did she really want this? She has to, doesn’t she? She’s not even wearing a bra! Shite Shite Shite… what to do? Then he heard the smallest whisper... please… she was begging… not helping him to suppress his dominating personality. “Please Draco” she nearly moaned his name.

And the dam broke.