Obscurity

Disclaimer: Obviously I am not JK, I don’t own Harry, Ron, Draco or anyone else. I can barely be held responsible for myself. So big scary corporations please take pity on me and don’t sue…

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Hermione made a frustrated sound as she flipped through the pages of Lobensteinski’s Foul Fowl and other Loathsome Beasts, even though she knew darn well the information she needed was not in this book. She had a rather impressive personal library, her parents never having denied her any book she might desire and as you might imagine she had developed quite a collection over the years. However between sharing a room with three other people and the difficulties of hauling books from home and back again, she was forced to leave the majority of her texts at home. She just knew the Humberback Sneak was mentioned in Phoenix’s and other Rare Abstruse Creatures. But that book was snug at home and she was at Hogwarts. The Hogwarts library was extensive, but it was also closed this late at night.

“What’s wrong Hermione?” Asked Harry, without taking his eyes off of the chessboard. It was just the three of them in the common room, everyone else having abandoned the cheery room for their beds long ago.

“Do you recall the average wingspan of the Humberback Sneak?”

He did turn to her then, raising one dark eyebrow. “And you need to know that why?”

“Well I’ve covered other aspects of its appearance in my essay; if I don’t touch on the wingspan my information will be incomplete and sloppy. But the wingspan isn’t in this book and I’m not sure if it was 9’ or 12’.”

“What I mean to say is why are you writing about the Sneak in the first place Hermione? We haven’t even covered it in class.”

“Well Harry we did cover Libercusps and Platernicks, both of which are preferred prey of the Sneak. In fact if it weren’t for the Sneak we would be literally run over by cusps since there aren’t any other predators who really hunt them and they breed so quickly. You can’t really speak intelligently about the Libercusps and not touch on the Sneak…maybe I should read your essay Harry.”

Harry, in a rather dramatic display of irritation banged his head on the table three times before turning around to face her. “Hermione, this is exactly what I’m talking about. It’s three o’clock in the morning! You spent half the night doing your newsletter and now you are staying up late to write about Sneaks when the essay is about Messonicks. How did you get from Messonicks to Cusps?”

She opened her mouth to reply but he barreled right over her. “I know your schoolwork is important to you Hermione but this is ridiculous. You aren’t going to be able to keep your eyes open in the morning, much less learn anything. Go to bed right now!”

She knew that he was just concerned for her. She knew that.

“Hello Pot, I’m Kettle. Why is it different for you and Ron to be up?”

“Because ‘Mione, we taped our eyelids open to stay up with you. Would you please go to bloody bed so I can sleep.” Ron snapped standing up and reaching across the table to close her book. She sputtered indignantly, opened her mouth to tell her friend where he could stick it, when once again Harry interrupted her.

“Could we postpone this argument till in the morning? I don’t have enough energy to keep up with one of your infamous rows.”

Hermione gaped like a fish for a moment before gathering her books together and stomping upstairs to her dorm huffily. They had it coming. In the morning she was going to lay into them about being so overbearing. No one asked them to stay up with her. But after her argument with Draco that afternoon and everything else on her plate she just didn’t have the energy to put them in their place properly. The moment that Harry had said the word ‘bed’ it was like heavy lead weights were dropped on her eyelids and she was suddenly feeling her exhaustion. She’d gotten increasingly less sleep as the days went by. There was just so much to do.

She stripped down to her T-shirt, sliding her bra out from underneath it and crawled between her luxurious sheets as quietly as possible. She didn’t want to wake anyone. It was too dark to see more then the outlines of the hangings around her bed. She stared up at them for a while. Was Draco asleep? What did he wear to bed? She closed her eyes resolutely. Maybe she could find out more about the Sneak in a library book tomorrow. She was obviously slipping. First her S.T.O.P newsletter earlier and now forgetting simple basic facts. It was a miracle she wasn’t flunking! She turned and burrowed into her pillow.

The key was organization, she needed a tighter schedule and she needed to stick to it. Harry was right. She had only planned on working on her newsletter for forty-five minutes and instead had edited for two hours. She was just so inefficient. Her essay was due in three days and was incomplete. She wouldn’t have time to work on it tomorrow because she had other commitments. She had needed to finish it today. She was so behind…This was ridiculous. She was never going to be able to sleep until she finished that essay.

With a sigh she scuttled out of bed, pulled on her Gryffendor sweater and a pair of faded jeans. She tucked her wand in the back pocket of her jeans more out of habit than necessity. The cold metal of her dragon pendant against her bare chest offered her literal cold comfort in the dark. She could channel more magic through that small piece than she could ever accomplish with her wand. Raw unfocused magic, hard to control magic, but powerful magic that could knock an enemy on their ass.

It was the gift of safety and Hermione cherished it above all of her other possessions.

She left her feet bare and silent and her book-bag behind. The air was chilly in the unlit corridors and the creaks and groans of the castle sounded unfamiliar in the quiet. She made her way down flights of stairs and took a shortcut past the room of requirement, ears open for any hint of Filch or teachers…and still jumped out of her skin when Draco stepped out of the shadows and into her field of vision.

“Well, well, well. What have we here? A little lost Gryffendor.” He leered at her in a way that if she hadn’t known him she might have found alarming. As it was, she had to bite her lip to keep from smiling up at him. “Jumpy little cat aren’t we?”

“Malfoy, its way past curfew! What are you doing out here? You could get caught!” He ignored her words and snaked into her personal space backing her up against the wall.

“Out and about, no one to protect you, at my mercy.” He continued, pressing his body flush up against hers and looming over her in a very impressive way.

“I’ve got you to protect me.” He visibly shuddered at her words before bending slightly to kiss her properly. He tasted mint fresh and clean, he smelled like warm soap. Like he’d just washed. Perhaps he had been using the Prefects bathroom? She twisted her foot around his leg and gathered his body closer, fisting her hands in his midnight black robes and rubbing her body against his creating delicious friction. She wasn’t quite experienced enough to know why but she did know that she loved the feel of his hot hard body sliding up against her soft curves.

He hiked her up a bit, a murmured “Open your legs” whispered in her hair and pushed himself firmly between her thighs. Hermione instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips to keep her balance and found herself in a shockingly intimate position. She let her head fall back against the wall as he placed soft wet urgent kisses on her neck and shoulders. “Want you, want you so bad,” and rotated his hips against her center in a way that was unmistakably sexual and sensual. Hermione had never watched porn or read many smutty books. She had checked out a number of clinical books with facts so that she would be prepared, but the reality of a full size, warm, living, breathing, kissing male was not something that she was prepared for. Despite all her learning she was probably less versed in the reality of making love than her peers would be in her situation. “My Lord you taste so sweet.”

But it was Draco. She wanted him and trusted him completely.

So she made a low sound of desire and surrendered her body up to him willingly without a second thought about it. She’d known for some time now that her first time would be with him and there was no time like the present for that to happen. “I think about it all the time. Your scent and your taste and how it’d feel to be inside you.” He was sucking on her neck, cupping her bum to support her, grinding his pelvis against her relentlessly. She couldn’t help the small sounds of pleasure he wretched from her and didn’t even try. He shifted her weight to one hand and fumbled with the door handle of the room of requirement for a moment before getting it open, stumbling inside and slamming it shut with his foot.

He let her slide to her feet. Reaching hands up to cup her face the way he liked while he kissed her. Fingers sliding into her hair, down her neck, across the curve of her spine to the hem of her loose sweatshirt. He pulled back to look in her eyes as he inched the heavy material up over her stomach. She lifted her arms like a small child and allowed him to pull the sweater over her head in one fluid movement. She couldn’t help the small shiver of delight that coursed through her because of the way his eyes darkened with lust, the low sound of desire he made, the slight tremble to his hands when he skimmed them under her tee and over her bare middle.

Suddenly his focus wavered from her and he did a sort of double take as he noticed the room around them. “What the? What happened to all the DADA stuff?” Hermione stared at him blankly for a minute before pulling herself out of her Draco induced stupor to look around them.

The room had transferred itself into an ornate bedroom, complete with huge mahogany bed. Candles littered every surface creating a soft glow, there was wine chilling in a bucket of ice, there was even a large sunken Jacuzzi. “What do you mean, DADA stuff?” She asked stupidly, absorbed by the detail the room provided, right down to the deep plush carpeting and seascape paintings.

“This is where Potter used to have those anti-Umbridge meetings.” He said absently, leaving her side to examine the wine. “1956! I wonder who sleeps here?”

“No one, this is the room of requirement. The room will change to accommodate whatever the person in need requires. We found out about it from Dobby.”

“Hogwarts thinks that we require a lush Sultans exotic playroom?” he asked, a rare note of incredulity in his voice, turning to face her, arms out sarcastically.

“No.” She replied. Suddenly shy and embarrassed. But she gathered her Gryffendor courage around her like a cloak and continued to look him in the eye, even though she knew a blush stained her cheeks. “The room doesn’t work that way. It provides what we want. So one or both of us must have felt we needed this.” She had to look away at the end because his eyes had turned speculative and sly, a small grin gracing his full lower lip. He looked…predatory.

“I do think you need the candles, and the wine, and the atmosphere. I want to make it perfect for you.” He said softly, suddenly much nearer to her, she hadn’t even heard him move but when she looked up he was only a hairsbreadth away from her. “And I want you to tell me what you want.”

“I want you to kiss me.” She whispered softly and he bent slowly, brushing an almost gentlemanly, closed mouth kiss over her lips. It would have been gentlemanly if it wasn’t for the look in his eyes.

“I want you to touch me too.” She murmured against his lips, stepping into his space, pushing her body up against his lithe form.

That was all that it took to send him spiraling into passion, taking her with him. Warm wet kisses, hands sliding possessively over her bum, her belly, and her hips. A low growl deep in his throat when he noticed her bra-lessness, her tee shirt discarded hastily afterward. He was an overwhelming windstorm of taste and touch and sensation. He helped her shrug his robes off and left them where they lay, an inky pile on the carpet, before lifting her up to wrap her legs around his hips again, while he stumbled to the bed in between desperate kisses that left her breathless and weak kneed.

He tipped her onto the mattress to sprawl half-naked in front of him and stood looking at her for a long moment. His hair was mussed. Lips swollen from her kisses. Pale skin flushed over tight lean muscles. He was wearing those short wizards pants, but they did little to nothing to disguise the substantial bulge proclaiming his desire for her. He was a beautiful man. All sculpted edges and lean muscle…light eyes, light skin, light hair. In the dimness of the room he almost seemed to glow. She felt a sure certain calm that if she was to ask him to stop, tell him she wasn’t ready, that he would understand. It was this certainty that let her know that she was completely ready. She sat up and grabbed his hand, tugging him down for a kiss.

He crawled onto the bed, laying her down and sliding down beside her. Despite her certainty, she did feel slightly nervous and he seemed to sense it. He trailed one and down her face, her arm, over her waist and to her hip. “Kiss me now?” She asked and he brushed his lips over hers gently before easing his body closer to kiss her more deeply.

That kiss seemed to last forever. And she never wanted it to end.

When he finally pulled back to look at her they were both breathless and wide eyed. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, I won’t lie. But if you want me to stop you should probably tell me now.” She shook her head and he leaned down to kiss her neck, hands running up to palm her bare breasts. Soft sucking kisses that sent spasms of pleasure rocketing through her body down to her chest where his fingers were working sensual magic on her nipples.

He let her touch him. His skin was smooth and velvety under her hands. Hard, like silk over steel. Each touch left him shuddering and clutching her closely and she reveled in the power that she had over him. He tasted slightly salty and Hermione found that it was very pleasurable to kiss his neck, not only the oral pleasure for her but because of his groans and growls and nips. His hair was soft as silk under her fingers and absurdly she found herself remembering how she would have sacrificed small animals to arcane Gods when she was young to have hair like that. But despite his obvious desire to take it slow and her personal need to over analyze every little detail of every little thing, she found herself getting swept up in the moment, overwhelmed by new sensation.

Draco was the only person that had seen Hermione undressed since she had begun to bathe herself. He was certainly the only person that had ever touched her so intimately. Yet she felt no shyness when he kissed her breasts, sliding his warm wet tongue out to flick over her nipples following up with his cool breath blown over her wet skin. Instead she arched into his touch and clutched him closer. His silky hair brushed over her overheated skin, creating a delicate counterpart to his soft sucking kisses that was making her body squirm with anticipation of his next touch. The sight of his blond head bent over her bare body, the way his eyes looked into her soul. It was quite possibly the most erotic thing she had ever seen.

He made her feel beautiful.

“I hate these pants” he panted as he attacked the button fly with a little bit too much familiarity for muggle wear. Sliding them down over her hips and she arched up on the bed to help him and then shimmied them off with her feet. No one could ever claim she wasn’t willing. He dipped his hand down to run over the soaking wet crotch of her panties and she turned her head self-consciously. “Oh my God Hermione you are killing me.” He growled, his already gravely voice dipping to an even lower pitch, almost a grown before sitting up to work off her plain white knickers. If she had known what activity her evening would include she would have transfigured them to something small and sexy.

She hadn’t been embarrassed before but he tossed her whites behind him and sat kneeling just drinking in the sight of her nakedness and she had to fight herself not to squirm under his scrutiny. “You’re beautiful, have I told you that?”

Another time she might have protested, she knew she wasn’t beautiful, but the look in his eyes left her speechless and she just shook her head. He ran his hands up her trembling thighs. “You are beautiful, and intelligent, and sweet, and I can’t believe you let me touch you.”

“I haven’t done this before.” She whispered. She was certain that he knew that but she didn’t want there to be any surprises. He nodded and ran his hands up and down her legs. Nervous and impatient she sat up and kissed him to distract herself from the reality that she had no idea what she was doing and fell into the now familiar dance of lips and tongues and touches. Apparently every caress felt electric when one was naked. And he was touching her everywhere. Making her pant and writhe and gasp in a purely indecent way. He pulled her to her knees and nudged them apart but she could think about that when his tongue was in her mouth and his hand on her bum. So she was unaccountably shocked into a very loud sound when he touched her most intimate of places with his warm fingers.

She ought to be ashamed of herself but he knew exactly how to touch her, running his strong long fingers over her hard little clit with far more expertise than she possessed. It felt too good to be embarrassed, so good that she trembled and clutched at him to stay upright. He laid her down, following after her, kissing her breasts, touching her relentlessly, coaxing her legs farther apart. He slid a finger inside her and her entire body jerked with the shock, his name falling from her lips. She twisted her hips to get better purchase on the bed and fumbled for the tie to his pants.

He sat up to help her and she caught her breath when he pushed his pants down over his slim hips. There was absolutely no way that was going to fit inside her slim body and she said so, much to her chagrin. There was a purely Slytherin gleam to his eyes when he lay back down over her body. “I’ll make you feel good, I promise.” He ran his hand down her hips, over her thigh. :”Open your legs sweetheart,” apparently she had closed her legs self consciously. She took a deep shuddering breath and parted her thighs; he ran his hand back up the inside and touched her again, softly.

Hesitatingly she reached down and wrapped her fist around the hard length of his…um…penis. Thank goodness she didn’t have to say that out loud. She would die of embarrassment. He shuddered and kissed her, moaning into her mouth and rocking his hips against her body. He was thick and long and the skin on … it… was surprising soft. When she slid her fist up the skin gave a bit and slid with her, so she slid back down. “Hermione! For the love of God, stop, please.” She dropped her hand immediately, embarrassed. “Lord Woman, I’m not going to last as it is.”

Last?

“You’re first time will be over in ten seconds and I’ll forever be known as one minute Malfoy.” Dawning comprehension brought a fresh wave of chagrin but also a powerful womanly feeling that her touch was affecting him as much as his affected her. He coaxed her legs further apart and kissed her as he settled between them. “Relax and it won’t hurt much.” He whispered rubbing his…penis…against her…and then snuggling it against her lengthwise. But he didn’t take her immediately, instead rocking his hips against her, kissing her long and slow and wet, his hard length rubbing against her bare parts. She parted her legs further to accommodate him and allow him to rub harder.

He kissed her shoulder and she began to rock her hips with him, getting lost in the sensation, feeling an orgasm begin to build from just this slow friction. He bit down on her neck and she gasped with the light pain and he slid inside her with one powerful thrust at the same time. She felt her hymen give with a sort of quick pressure and then it was over and he was making slow shallow thrusts, working his way deeper into her body. He held her close and rocked relentlessly, murmuring against her neck. “Hot, wet, tight, Lord.” She couldn’t make out more than every third or fourth word. She shuddered in gentle release when he seated himself completely and she felt his thighs connect with hers.

His slow steady strokes on her oversensitive flesh created rippling jolts of pleasure that made her shudder. She gripped his shoulders sliding her hands over his firm muscles, needing to hold onto something as the sensations between her legs made her squirm. The slippery friction was building an almost unbearable pressure. She honestly hadn’t believed it would feel like this the first time.

It wasn’t long before she had turned back into that wild wanton woman that had only ever existed for him. She didn’t care how loud the sounds she was making were. She didn’t care if he thought her too brazen when she gripped his shoulders and rocked up to meet him, begging him not to stop in-between breathless cries that couldn’t be stopped even if she had bothered to try.

She fell over the edge of passion with a powerful shudder that rocked her soul. The pleasure built and stretched and finally broke over her entire body, and when she finally came back to herself she was tangled up with him in a sweaty, breathy mess. Her legs wide open, his shuddering form cradled between them. They were both breathing hard and he was clutching her just a little too tight. Oh Lord, there were going to be bruises where she had gripped his shoulders.

They lay there together, in the aftermath for a while. Just when he was becoming heavy he rolled to the side but he didn’t let her go, he pulled her with him. She felt like she ought to jump up, wash or dress or something…but her eyes were heavy and she felt so safe and warm…

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Hermione woke with a start, a sense of unease bringing her to consciousness. Something wasn’t right. Memory crashed over her like waves of shock and she grinned goofily for a moment. Malfoy was sprawled beside her, in all his naked glory, his head pillowed on her tummy, his arm thrown carelessly over her thighs.

She allowed herself the luxury of running her hand through his silky locks. She was his…lover…surely that gave her hair stroking privileges. She should ask him if he knew the wingspan of the Sneak. She still needed to get that essay done, and there was no telling what time it was. No amount of charming could get her muggle watch to work properly. He grandfather had given it to her and there was no way that she was going to replace it. So the hands spun uselessly and every time she went home she had to buy a new battery.

Did this little episode make them a couple? Surely sex where the man professed how much he cared and called her perfect repeatedly constituted some sort of relationship. She didn’t think that she could bear it if he pulled his cold ignoring her act that he had done after every other major milestone in their weird relationship over the years. Sex was huge, at least for her. She hoped he agreed with her. After all there were risks involved…

Her stomach dropped out and her heart stopped beating. She hadn’t cast a contraceptive charm. And she wasn’t on the pill.

Oh God.

How could she be so stupid?

What if she was…was…she couldn’t even say it in her own mind.

She wiggled out from under him, trying to jar him as little as possible. Jeans, shirt, where were her panties. Oh well, it didn’t matter. She shimmied into her clothes in a cloud of panic. She needed to get to the library right now and figure out how soon one could check for pregnancy with a spell.

How could she be so stupid? She couldn’t believe herself.

She hadn’t realized that Malfoy was awake until he sat up and grabbed her hand, yanking her back on the bed. “Where are you off to in such a hurry?”

“I have to go to the libr…” he cut her off, coming to his knees and kissing her on the lips. She was almost distracted, kissing him back helplessly but then she remembered why she was leaving and was almost sick. She pulled back from his insistent kisses sharply. She couldn’t believe she had been so short sighted. This could be a disaster. He was relentless pulling her back up against him and kissing her neck, running his hands possessively down her back. “Malfoy, Draco, Wait! What if I’m pregnant?”

He pulled back and looked at her strangely. “Infedel Contraceptus. I’m flying in neutral.” He leaned in and kissed her neck. “Until I cast the counter charm.”

Hermione heaved a sigh of relief and asked him in a small trembling voice. The relief flooding her system making her body weak and shaky. “You’re absolutely certain?”

“What? You don’t want to have my baby?” He asked, completely deadpan. She met his eyes and almost screamed in frustration. He had on his poker face and if her life depended on it she couldn’t have read him. She hated that carefully blank look.

“Not nine months from now!” She snapped. He leaned in and kissed her, a twinkle of amusement entering his eyes. “This isn’t funny Draco.”

“How about in a year?” Hermione tried to school her breathing and her wildly beating heart. They had never once discussed a relationship. Never in all their conversations and confrontations and heated encounters. Draco had never once brought up a future. Even now, in bed with him, she really had never had any indication if she would ever touch him again.

“I’m going to go to medical school.” He laughed his soft husky chuckle that she loved so much and pulled her shirt over her head in one fluid motion. Rolling smoothly over her and pressing her into the pillows so he could kiss her neck again.

“How many years will you be in medical school?” He was nibbling his way down her collarbone and relentlessly attacking the buttons on her jeans. His breath was hot on her neck and his lips seemed to be everywhere, she was having a lot of trouble focusing on the conversation.

“It depends on the school, and what you want to do.” He pulled back from her, looking at her seriously like he sometimes did.

“What is it you want to do Hermione?” Like he honestly wanted to know. Sometimes she just didn’t know with him.

“A healer.” She answered solemnly. “For diseases of the mind.” He cracked a small sideways grin, eyes glinting mischievously in the firelight.

“Is that so you can deal with me?” She grinned back at him reaching up to push a stray lock of hair behind his ear.

“I don’t think any amount of medical school could prepare me to deal with you on your best day.” She frowned and looked down. She hated discussing her goals, opening herself up for criticism. Every time she talked about what she wanted to do, and it had changed many times, the boys and the Order always told her why it wasn’t enough. Why she needed to use her brilliance for more. “Everyone wants me to be an Auror.”

“But that’s not what you want?” He asked shifting his body so that he lay beside her and toying absently with her skin. She was distracted for a moment by his sweeping hand across her stomach.

“I want to do something worthy. I want to help people. I’m thinking about medical school because maybe I could help people who’ve been traumatized by the war. People like the Longbottoms.”

“So you’re just thinking about Medical? What else are you thinking about? I think it would be worthy to just be my sex kitten.”

“MALFOY! How would that help anyone?” She frowned. “There is also S.P.E.W and S.T.O.P…”

“You spread yourself too thin; you need to devote some time to relaxation.”

“I know, there is just so much to do.”

He ran one hand over her hips and to the buttons on her jeans. He sat up on one elbow and slipped one button out of the hole, and then the next, with a single minded, slow determination that made her want to squirm in anticipation. “Can you find the time to stay with me tonight?”

“I don’t know Malfoy, the boys will worry about me…”

His face darkened in dislike, as was so often the case when she brought up the boys. “They get you every night. I’m only asking for a few hours Granger.” He came to his knees suddenly, wrestling her jeans down her hips. She refused to help, staring up mutinously.

“Can’t you make some effort to get along with them for my sake?”

“Where have you been all year? I haven’t cursed Potter once, despite his obvious need to be taken down a peg or six.”

“Malfoy!” She was ready to argue more, but he was a man on a mission and his hands sliding up her bare thighs had all thoughts of conversation flying out the window. This discussion was far from over; he would have to come to some sort of happy medium with her best friends. But right now, he was placing soft wet kisses on her bare tummy and really it wasn’t like this couldn’t wait…and she was willing to bet he knew the wingspan of the Humberback Sneak.

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Well, here it is folks. I’m hoping that the incredible length will make up for the extremely long gap in updates. There just wasn’t a good place to stop. This is not beta’d and it is long. So please forgive me any mistakes you find. I read through hastily and am off to finish my fic for the Celebrate the Season Exchange. Let me know if it sucks, if I should go back to the drawing board, whatever. I want your honest opinion.

The reviews I have gotten have been so awesome, and believe it or not often inspired me to write. I get so girly and excited every time I see a new review. I wish I was ambitious enough to respond to them all, but that might take me all night. Dramione fans are just the best reviewers.

Since I won’t most likely be updating before Christmas, happy holidays everyone and God bless you all. Hope you have a lovely time with all of your families. Oh and an extra thanks to everyone who pimped my stories. You guys rock.

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