Something In The Way She Moves

Chapter 12: Slow Dancing









Studly growled and curled onto a large pillow before the fire in his master’s bedchamber. They were laughing again and the sound disturbed the poor dog as he tried to sleep. Draco was sitting cross legged in the middle of his bed with Hermione’s head resting on his thigh. Both of them were unashamedly nude and Draco was feeding her cold Lo Mein noodles with chopsticks.





“This isn’t very proper.” Hermione laughed as he once again dropped the noodles into her mouth.





“Screw proper, I’m hungry and I am lazy tonight.” He said, taking another large bite for himself.





“You guys played wonderfully.” The band had been on fire for the night’s performance and the pub had been packed. Word was quickly moving through the wizarding community and each week they seemed to draw more and more people.





“I play better when you are there.” He said. “I like showing off for my girl.” He fed her another bite, laughing when he dropped noodles into her hair.





“Hey! I thought Malfoys were supposed to be dignified.” She said when he picked the noodles up and popped them into his mouth.





“There is nothing dignified about me right now. I’m sitting naked in my bed eating cold take away with my muggle-born girlfriend. My parents would be gasping in horror right now.” He said.





His words were like a blow to the solar plexus. The happy spell was broken by his words. She slowly eased from his lap and slid from the bed, snatching up his tee shirt from the floor and pulling it over her head.





“Where are you off to?” He asked, his brow furrowing.





“I’m just going to the kitchen for a drink.” She said, her head tucked low so that her hair covered her face, shielding her from his sight. She moved quickly through the door and it struck Draco that she sounded a bit off. What had happened? What had he said?





He set the carton of noodles aside and got out of the bed. He pulled on his discarded jeans, zipping but not buttoning them. He followed behind her, stopping suddenly when he saw her standing in the living room, her arms wrapped around herself and her forehead pressed against the window. She was crying.





He swallowed hard, her shoulders were shaking and he could hear the soft sniffling. It was like a blade through the heart. He didn’t want to be the cause of her pain.





“Hermione?” He called her name as he walked towards her.







“Just give me a moment.” She said. She stiffened when his hands landed on her shoulders.





“Take all the time you need but I am going to stand right here until you are ready.” He said softly. He waited a few minutes until she stopped sniffling and took a deep breath. “Why are you upset, what did I do?”





“Do you really care for me?” She asked. He was confused as he turned her in his arms to face him.





“How could you doubt it?” He searched her eyes for some hint as to her feelings but all he could see were tears.







“I don’t know, Draco. You are so sweet, so loving and you make me feel so special, but sometimes I think it is all an act.” She said.





“An act? Why on earth would I go to so much trouble if it was all an act?”







“You are just so different from what I recall, than what I expected of you.” She said softly, tears sliding down her cheeks. “You seem to get so much joy from the idea of irking your parents. You live in London because it annoys them. You ride the motorbike because it annoys them. You own the pub and play in the band because it annoys them. You commented on how it would drive them mad that you were socializing with the Weasleys and Harry and you constantly comment on how they would react to us.”





“What are you getting at?” He asked.





“Am I just one more thing in a list of many to annoy your parents with?” Her voice cracked with emotion. He felt her words like a slap in the face. He shook his head slowly from side to side, wishing like hell that he had been more careful with her. Thinking about it now he could understand why she would think that way. He did get a sadistic rush from annoying his parents, but she was never a part of that and he felt like hell knowing he had made her believe for even a moment that she was a tool with which to poke them.





“No.” He said, still shaking his head. “I am fucking this up so badly.”





“What? What are you…messing…up?” She asked. Draco smiled slightly at her cleaner repetition of his words. Her aversion to swearing was one of the quirks he loved about her.





“This, us. I don’t know what I’m doing here, Hermione. I’ve never had a relationship and I don’t know how to be in one. I didn’t realize that you might take my words to heart.” He raked his fingers through his hair in frustration. “Yes, I do a lot of things that drive my parents insane and yes, I enjoy that aspect of them, but it isn’t the only reason I do it. I live in London because I wanted to be on my own, to have my own life outside of my parents watch. I ride the motorbike because I enjoy it, it’s like flying to me. I own the pub and play in the band because it is an outlet for my music and let’s face it, the pub turns a nice little profit for me.”





“And what about the rest?”







“I enjoyed the barbeque with the Weasleys, I especially like Charlie. I enjoy talking with Potter but I will never admit that to anyone else. As for us, yes, my parents are probably going to have a fit which is why we haven’t gotten together with them. I am sure they have heard the rumors though I haven’t seen them in several weeks. I don’t want you upset by them. If I was using you to annoy them I would have dragged you there before now.” He clasped her face in his hands and looked into her eyes. “I really care about you, Hermione. It isn’t an act. I promised I would never lie to you, remember?”





“I remember.” She said softly. She wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his chest. “I guess I just still have a hard time with the fact that you are with me. I have seen the women who come up to you, beautiful women. I don’t get why you want to be with someone as plain as me.”





“I see the real you, and you are anything but plain.” He said, slowly rocking her back and forth as he kissed her brow.





“It feels like we are dancing.” She smiled, hugging him tighter. “Without the music.”





Draco slid his hands down her back and lowered his lips to her ear. Softly, in a rough sounding tenor he began to sing.





“Something in the way she moves...” He rubbed his cheek against hers. “Attracts me like no other lover.”





Hermione gasped and held him tighter as he led her in the soft rocking motion and sang quietly, just a little off pitch, in her ear.



“Something in the way she woos me.” He kissed her temple. “don\'t want to leave her now, You know I believe her now.” She was crying again as she listened to him serenade her while they danced in the middle of his living room. “Somewhere in her smile she knows, That I don\'t need no other lover, Something in her style that shows me. He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. ”Don\'t want to leave her now, You know I believe her now. You\'re asking me will my love grow, I don\'t know, I don\'t know. You stick around now it may show, I don\'t know, I don\'t know. Something in the way she knows And all I have to do is think of her. Something in the things she shows me, Don\'t want to leave her now

You know I believe her now.”





Hermione lifted her face from his chest and she smiled. “That just isn’t right.”





“What’s not right?” he asked, brushing his fingertips over her tear dampened cheeks.





“You are handsome, rich, talented and you can sing. It isn’t fair.” She said. “You have a lovely voice.”





“You are biased.” He laughed. “And I think you may be falling for my charm.” He brushed her lips with his. “Do you really care for me?”





“More than you know.” She whispered, pressing her lips more firmly to his. Draco scooped her into his arms and carried her back towards to the bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind them, locking Studly out. He laid her gently in the center of his bed, sitting her up only long enough to remove his shirt from her before laying her back down. His jeans were shucked quickly and he slid beneath the covers to lie alongside her.





“If you trust me in nothing else, trust me when I say that my feelings are real. Never question that.” He said. He began at her hairline, his fingertips stroking lightly over her brow and down the bridge of her nose. He traced her lips, his fingers followed by his mouth as he kissed her. It was gentle, poignant and rife with emotion as he plied her mouth with his tongue, lips and teeth, pouring what he felt for her, those feelings that were yet unnamed, into the kiss.





He touched every inch of her face before his hand moved lower over the arch of her throat, the smooth slope of her shoulder. He cupped her breast, kneading it gently and worrying the nipple with his thumb as his lips moved along her throat. He sucked at the tight spot where neck and shoulder joined for a moment then moved lower to engulf her nipple with his mouth. Her back arched and she wriggled beneath his tender assault.





His lips were so soft, so light and teasing as he tasted every inch of her skin. He nibbled at her hip bones, her inner thighs, behind her knees, the tips of her toes. There wasn’t a single spot that was left untouched, un-kissed. He urged her thighs apart gently, opening her aroused sex with a light touch before lowering his mouth to her flesh. He placed a soft kiss to her clit then pressed his tongue to the bourgeoning little bud. He licked her slowly, so gently that she was going mad with her need.





She was pleading with him, her hands tugging on his shoulders, desperately trying to pull him closer. He seemed determined not to be rushed and slid two fingers into her. He stroked slowly, his fingers pressed upwards so that the rough pads rubbed against the small grouping of nerves just inside her. He suckled gently on her clit at the same time and she came undone, sobbing her release as her body clutched at his fingers greedily.





He kissed the swollen, plump lips of her sex and crawled over her. He placed light kisses against her stomach, between her breasts and then her lips as he settled between her thighs. He reached between them and used his thumb to press his erection down, sliding the tip over her clit until it settled comfortably into the warm, wet niche of her opening.







The snug heat of her softness gloved him to perfection and it struck him that no other woman had ever felt as good as she did. When he was inside her he felt like he was where he belonged, within her he was home. He locked eyes with her, moving slowly. He would draw all the way back, almost leaving her body completely and then slide all the way back in, holding himself deep inside her for a moment before doing it again. Over and over and over again he repeated the motion until the sensations became too much and he had to close his eyes as he lost himself to her.







She moved beneath him, rolling her hips and kneading the muscles of his back with her fingers. She felt like he was consuming her, becoming a part of her in a way that no other had before. She could feel the tension building in her core, her stomach tight as the crises grew near. She whimpered his name and he closed his eyes tight, his thrusts coming quicker and harder until he thrust deep, so deep it may have been painful had she not been coming fiercely around him as he spilled deep within her womb.







He collapsed over her, moaning softly as he kissed her again and again. He felt sated yet on edge as he realized that for the first time in his life he had made love to a woman. It was powerful and all consuming, overwhelming and he felt an odd urge to weep that he hadn’t ever felt before.







Random thoughts came unbidden as he rolled off of her and held her against him, his conversation with Potter at the forefront of his mind. He could love her everyday for the rest of his life and not get bored with her, not tire of her. As he slipped off to sleep he wondered if it was love.











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At Malfoy Manor…





“Lucius, have you heard from Draco?” Narcissa asked over breakfast.





“No.” Lucius replied from behind his paper. Unlike his wife he didn’t feel the need to speak to his son daily. He was a grown man who didn’t need them coddling him.





“I haven’t seen or spoken to him in a month. He never goes this long without contacting me.” She fussed.







“I am sure he is fine else someone would have contacted us. I sent him an owl yesterday letting him know we had returned from Bali, I am certain he will be by soon.” He said.







“I just worry about him. He is so…stubborn.” She said. “He doesn’t get it from me, that is for certain.”







“Of course not dear, no doubt his stubbornness and sadistic ways are a direct result of his paternal heritage.” Lucius drawled. His son was a near replica of himself. Without the bigotry. He too had gone through his rebellious phase as a lad, though he had done it much younger than Draco. Lucius sowed his wild oats during his days at university, before he settled down to marry Narcissa.





He too had distanced himself from his family, done whatever he could to get a rise out of his father. He had drank, smoked, slept around with who knows how many women, some of them muggles. But he had come around once he had it out of his system, Draco would too.







“Well, if I don’t hear something soon…” Narcissa said something else but Lucius wasn’t listening to her, he was busy reading his paper.



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So you know it’s coming right…..enter the senior Malfoy…..Oh how much I adore Lucius Malfoy…….





Ok….forgive me for not answering reviews, I appreciate each and every one of them, but some devil convinced me it would be a good Idea to go to a rock concert in the middle of the week…..so Im out late….half deaf……knowing I had to get up early with my children and clean my entire house and get ready for a party tomorrow night here in my home……but damn it….IT WAS HEART! Only THE best girl rockers EVER!!!!!!!! And let me tell ya, they are still freaking fantastic!





Wait…I have to acknowledge a few things…….





Utopia ~ HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Ta-Li-La ~ well I have 3 already but I always wanted a big family =)







Smurphy ~ you are thinking in the right direction hehe



The song, Something In The Way She Moves is a Beatles tune by George Harrison. I hear it the way it was sung in Across the Universe when Draco sings it to Hermione.







Something in the way she moves

Attracts me like no other lover

Something in the way she woos me



I don\'t want to leave her now

You know I believe her now



Somewhere in her smile she knows

That I don\'t need no other lover

Something in her style that shows me



Don\'t want to leave her now

You know I believe her now



You\'re asking me will my love grow

I don\'t know, I don\'t know

You stick around now it may show

I don\'t know, I don\'t know



Something in the way she knows

And all I have to do is think of her

Something in the things she shows me



Don\'t want to leave her now

You know I believe her now