Trial by Fire

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“Anyone want to tell me what the bloody hell is going on here?” Draco asked.

“You see Draco it’s really a funny story,” Harry chuckled dropping Hermione onto the couch.

“I fail to see the humor.”

“So, long story short,” Ron replied, “Hermione came to our common room this morning livid. I mean the kind of mad where her hair stands on end. Anyway, she was ranting on about waking up in the wrong bed, not just the wrong side. So, all the girls come running over to see what Hermione is going to say about the Slytherin sex god himself. I mean you don’t often bed the likes of Gryffindors. From there on it looks like they had themselves one hell of a party. I think Lavender is still holding my sister’s head over the toilet.”

“She is shit faced and all yours Draco,” Harry said making his way to the exit. “Oh, and she has been signing, off key I might add.” Both boys ran from the room.

Draco, realizing defeat, picked Hermione up and cradled her to his chest. Hermione opened her eyes and sighed, “I had hoped you would be here.”

“Granger, I live here, where else would I be?”

“You don’t call me Granger. Not since we fell madly in love. Where are you taking me, you still love me don’t you?” Hermione slurred.

“I’m…” Draco looked down at the woman he loved and even in that moment he would have given her anything she asked for. “No, baby I still love you, I’m taking you to your room so you can sleep off this incredible display of stupidity.”

“It wasn’t stupid it was called for.” Hermione counter.

“And why my pet was it called for?

“First it was in celebration, then it was in self pity, by the time we stopped it was for courage.”

“What were you celebrating?”

“That we had sex.”

“Why self-pity?”

“Because we didn’t really have sex, much to my dismay.”

“Why for courage?”

“Because the girls thought the emotional rollercoaster I had been on needed a break. We drowned it out with alcohol. Do you have any idea what is in a Poison Apple?”

“Come on baby; let’s get you ready for bed.” Draco placed Hermione on her bed with her feet hanging over. He sat himself on the floor and began pulling off her shoes. She intern took off her shirt and threw it in the general direction of the hamper and fell back onto the bed.

Draco could see right up her skirt, a view mind you, he was pretty fond of. Hermione continued babbling on about what had transpired in the common room; Draco didn’t hear a word of it. When blood began to flow to the rest of his extremities he finished taking off her shoes.

He ran has palms up her knee socks, caressing her calves along the way. Leaning into her body he placed kisses lightly along her legs until his lips met the wool of her skirt. When his lips touched bare skin she arced to him.

“I love when you do that. I wish you would do so many other things to me.”

“Really? Like what other things?” Draco asked as he kissed his way up her body.

“Well, honestly,” se mumbled, “I had no idea until I talked with the rest of the girls. I know I have always wanted you to touch me. Even when we never spoke my body pulled to you. I always just said it was hormones. I think I am rapidly approaching the point when it hurts if you don’t touch me.”

“Welcome to my life.” Draco mocked her with an easy smile. He was laying on her nibbling on her neck.

“Make me yours,” Hermione mumbled.

Draco stopped dead in his tracks. “Baby, you can’t mean that. Not now, you aren’t really thinking.”

“I think I know what I’m thinking better then you.” Hermione tried as best she could to keep Draco nestle between her legs, but her effort was in vain. Draco extracted himself from her limbs and stared down at her. He spoke his next words very carefully.

“Hermione you know I love you. You will always be mine, no matter what,” Draco leaned down his face millimeters from hers, “Have no doubt about it, when I make love to you, you will not only remember it, but you will be sober too.” He kissed her then, like a dying man and his last wish. When they surfaced he spoke once more. “I will leave you to finish getting ready for bed, I’ll see you in the morning my love.” Draco then walked the most painful twenty feet of his life.


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Hermione awoke in the exact same position; in the exact same outfit Draco had left her in. The only difference was that her head was on two different sides of the room. There was a soft knock on her door. Draco cracked open the door and peaked in, deciding it was safe he let himself into the room and handed her a small vial. Recognizing it as a hangover potion she quickly drank it.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime, you were really funny last night, this was the least I could do.”

“About last night, I know that I put you in a difficult spot. Throwing myself at men is not one of my favorite past times trust me…”

“Hermione do you think you have to defend your honor to me? I know you better then you think. And soon I will know you inside and out.” Draco said with a gleam in his eye. “You make a person work for you. Not the way other girls make you work for sex, you make people work for the pleasure of you loyalty.”

“You make me sound like a dog. But I understand what you mean I just wanted to clear up a few things from last night. I do… Idowanttohavesexwithyou.” Hermione finished blushing horribly.

“What? I don’t think any of those were really even words.”

“I said I do want to have sex with you. I don’t know if it is love or not but I know I have an unyielding need to feel you next to me, touching me.”

“I don’t want to have sex with you Hermione, I want to make love with you, and I want to make you mine. Mind, heart, body and soul, not just carnal needs.” Draco kissed her before heading to his own room. He paused at the door, “you should really get up and shower, we have breakfast in an hour.”

“Oh, shit!” Hermione screamed before jumping out of bed and running to the shower.


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Later that night when classes had ended for the day and students were hunched over their desks finishing endless scrolls, the Heads were scribbling on parchments of their own.

“A Mid Winter’s Night Dream, slightly stolen from Shakespeare.”

“I like it,” Draco replied. “We could do the invitations in blue and silver with stars in the house colors.”

“That’s a really nice idea Draco. But honestly, I think I have had enough of this winter ball planning for the evening. We have weeks more to think about it and hammer out all the details. We don’t have weeks to finish our homework though.”

They finished up their respective homework assignments before heading off to bed. This time however, Hermione was awoken with Draco crawling under her bedcovers and snuggling tightly against her.