Misplaced Trust

hey everyone sorry for taking so long with this chapter... i havent had the time to edit our 12th chapter but now its here and ready to be read and reviewed!

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A/N

Anon - thanks for your idea for a beta i probably will give this to my beta when we finish it then i will update it with all the chapters

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Pansy shudders at the pulsing then slowly stands on her shaky legs. She holds onto him still as her legs probably wouldnt hold her up. Ron smooths his clothing, tucking himself in before moving on to Pansy. He blithely fixes her shirt and bra, dusting off her shoulders. Pansy slowly looks up at him as she wonders if she was just a willing fuck or if he truely liked her.

"Ron... is this... just a one time... thing?" Ron shrugs.

"Depends on whether or not you fuck your boyfriends. You're mine now." Pansy looks up and smiles softly.

"Would it be too soon for me to say i love you?" Pansy asked playing with the hair on the back of his neck.

He raises an eyebrow.

"Not if you do." He thinks for a moment, and decides not to return the declaration right now.

He can't say he loves someone if he's not being honest with them. He knows he can't tell Pansy what he's been doing, but he vows to himself to find a way to save her from these people... Pansy was very hurt that he didnt say it back as it planted a seed in her head. Why wasnt he telling her it back? Was he ashamed of being with her?

"Well um we should get back inside." Her voice a forced happy.

Ron grabbed her arm and pulled her to his chest, hugging her.

"Look, obviously I care, okay? I just....have some things to work out before I can say something like that. Understand?" Pansy gasps and looks at him as she slightly looks away.

"Oh... ok." Pansy rests her head on his chest.

He nods, kissing Pansy's temple. He turns her toward the Pitch, coming out from under the stands into a glowing twilight, his hand resting possessivly on her lower back. Pansy follows him to the pitch.

"What now? Do you want to...I don't know...go inside or something?"

"Well we could go inside. If you want we could move into the same room?" Ron nods, quickly doing a mental inventory of his room and deciding there's nothing dangerous or revealing in it.

"You can move into mine. I'll have to clean it first, but it's pretty big and has a good view of the front lawn." And everyone who visits, he added mentally.

Pansy bites her lip. She liked her back yard facing room. She got a great sunset in it. Also it had been her room since she first came to visit her psudo aunty Bella.

"Um... alright i guess thats fine." Ron catches her uncertain tone.

"If you don't want to..."

"No no its alright... i mean if you want to stay in your room its fine." She said keeping her eyes away from his.

Ron sighed silently, wondering if it counted as a betrayal if he made his job just a tiny bit harder by moving...

"Where's your room?" Pansy looks up at him.

"It's right up there." Points up to a window with deep purple hangings around it.

Ron looks up at it and nods, deciding that watching the backdoor might be just as productive if the house had any secret visitors.

"Alright. I'll move in with you." Pansy looked up at him then smiled brightly.

"Really? Are you sure that is fine?" Ron grinned mischeviously.

"I don't think I'll be getting laid if you're not kept happy." Pansy gasps then slaps his arm.

"Thats mean. Maybe you wont get laid now." Ron's grin turned predatorial.

"Is that a challenge?" Pansy smirks and stands at the door way.

"Yes it is what are you going to do about it?" Ron grabs her around the waist and throws her over his shoulder, slapping her ass playfully as he opens the door and strolls toward their room.

"I guess I'll have to get laid then.Off we go." Pansy gasps and lightly beats on his back.

"Put me down you brute!" Ron laughs and makes his way easily toward their room, meeting no one on the way.

He pauses in the hallway, unsure exactly which door is hers. Pansy points to a door at the end of the hall.

"That is my room." He swats her ass lightly, grinning.

"I knew that." He takes her into her room, noting the decor with approval, then tosses her onto the bed, watching her bounce.

Pansy gasps as she sits up her black short hair slightly mussed.

"Why are you manhandling me?" Ron's smile is admiring and daring all in one.

"Because you're hotter when you look like you just rolled out of my bed." Pansy blushes smiling softly.

"God... your just..." She bites her lip.

"Just?" He asks as he pulls off his shirt, showing the benefits of living with a pair of very active brothers.

His abs are hard and sprinkled with freckles. there is a faint trail of dark reddish hair from his belly button down into the pants that are stretched tight across his narrow hips. His shoulders are well-developed and wide, along with his fairly muscular arms. Pansy nearly cums in her panties at the meer sight of her now boyfriend. A blush moves itself over her cheeks. He walks up to her, taking her chin in his fingers and tilting her head to meet his eyes.

"Just what?" His smile says he already knows, but he wants to hear it from her.

"Just so hot!" Pansy says as she grabs the back of his head pulling him onto the bed pinning him under her.

Ron allows this, shimmying against her. He takes her hands and holds them over her head, pinning her down with his hips as he kisses her. Pansy groans kissing him deeply. Ron transfers both of her hands into one of his and uses the other to run behind her thigh, pulling her leg up around him as he presses against her. Pansy gasps and moans bucking into his hand.

"God!" Ron laughs quietly, wondering to himself if Harry could reduce *his* woman to outbursts like this.

He quickly unzips himself. wriggling out of his pants before pulling the material of her shorts away and teasing her heat with the tip of his shaft. Pansy moans louder spreading her legs as she wraps her legs around him.

"Damn it Ron! Take me now!" Ron bites Pansy's jawline playfully.

"What do you say?" Pansy gasps as she bites his neck slightly.

"Take me..."

"I'll take that as a 'please.'" He says and thrusts forward, Panys's wetness making the entrance smooth.

Once fully sheathed in her, he tightens his muscles, making his length pulse and move within her. Pansy cries out loud at his enterence then at the pluse.

"Holy....god!" Pansy tightens her hold on his waist as she pulls on her arms.

Ron pulls almost completely back out before slamming in, his hips moving in a circular motion, causing him to stroke over her g-spot with every thrust. Pansy shrieks as she yanks her hands down as she digs her nails into his shoulders. God he was so good! Sex with Ron made her feel things that no other guy had done. Ron allowed her to pull free, bracing his hands on either side of her and hooking one knee over his elbow. He changed his angle, now sweeping over her clit when he pressed close and biting mercilessly at her shoulder. Pansy screams loud and climaxs faster than she should have as she digs her nails into his back almost to the point of bleeding.

Ron groans, both at the feel of her inner muscles squeezing him and at the sharp pleasure-pain of her nails in his back. He rides her hard, trying for a mini-orgasm for her before he allows himself to come. Pansy moans softly at the riding. God he was amazing He takes one of Pansy's nipples in his fingers, twisting it lightly and pinching, not hard enough to hurt. Pansy cries out and instantly climaxs again but not as hard. Ron grins to himself before he finally lets go, his body quivering, taught and flexed as he pulses within her, filling her instantly. Pansy gasps and shudders slightly. Ron releases Pansy's knee and rolls slightly to the side, pulling her against him and nibbling on her shoulder. Pansy sighs and snuggles into him licking his neck.

"Amazing..." He palms one of her buttcheeks, using it to press her closer in an almost-hug.

"You too." Pansy smiles and laces her legs with his.

Slowly she falls asleep from the activities they just did. Ron pets Pansy's hips and thighs for a long time before he, too, falls asleep.

Downstairs Hermione was in the LeStrange library were she was in heaven with a bunch of books lined around her. She had been reading several books on dark arts. Draco watched her from his place in the upper part of the library. He'd been reading when she came in and hadn't revealed his presence in favor of just watching her for a while. Hermione takes her wand and uses the trick Luna taught her and pulled her hair into a bun on the back of her head. She sighs softly and turns a few pages.

Draco leans over the railing of the loft area, his eyes taking in every nuance of Hermione's movement and grace. His position presses his wand against his chest pocket and it begins to slip out... Hermione sighs softly as she stretches throwing her chest out slightly. Draco swallows and leans over farther for a better look. His wand slips from his pocket, clattering down onto the side-table beside Hermione. Draco freezes, unable to even breathe as he waits for her reaction. Hermione jumps at the clatter as she looks at it and picks it up. She looked up seeing Draco and glares.

"Malfoy what are you doing up there?" Draco's mouth goes dry.

"I..." He shakes his head, his haughty mask coming back in the face of his nervousness.

"I was reading, Granger. Is that not what libraries are for?" Hermione glares.

"There is no book in your hand." Draco rolls his eyes.

"I put it down to come see who'd entered." Hermione stands up and glares up at him.

"Ive been here for almost 2 hours!"

"Your point? I had merely wondered if you were still in here. I had intended to practice a few of the more advanced spells and would rather not risk making Harry unhappy by injuring his friend." Draco grinned inwardly, congratulating himself on being so clever.

Let her find fault with that! Hermione starts to giggle.

"You injure me? Ha thats a laugh. Who was the one crying for his daddy when a certain 'Mudblood' broke their nose?"

"I have delicate bones!" Draco retorted, his cheeks beginning to go pink.

"Besides, what kind of barbarian resorts to physical violence?!" Hermione growls and grabs a book and chucks it at his blonde head.

Never before had someone pissed her off so much.

"Why dont you come down here and say that to my face you low life ferret!" Draco easily dodges the book, not a hair out of place as he smirks, though inwardly he's hurt at her insults.

"Why Miss Granger! Throwing books? What's come over you?" Hermione glares as she turns and runs up the stairs taking them two at a time.

She quickly walks over to him. Draco lifts his chin, his eyes somehow not managing to be as cold as they used to be. He looks like the picture of arrogance otherwise.

"Yes?" Hermione growls and slams her fist into his cheek as she subconsiously hits him so he wouldnt fall over the railing.

Pain explodes across Draco's face and his eyes widen as he howls.

"What the fuck, Granger!" He lifts a hand to his lips, already tasting blood from where his teeth hit his cheek.

He stumbles over to a chair, holding his face and groaning. Hermione wasnt finished yet. She moves fast pushing him onto the table and punches him where ever she could land a blow. Her rage over 6 years of his bigatry now hitting a breaking point. Draco lifts his hands, trying to cath Hermione's fists as his howls die out into angry growls. Finally, he manages to trap her wrists. He stands quickly, crowding her backward and glaring angrily.

"Damn it, Hermione, stop!" Hermione cries out squirming.

"Let go of me!" she cries out as she fights harder.

Draco has no choice but to press her into a chair, straddlig her hips with his knees as he tries to control her wild flailing.

"No! Stop this immediately." Hermione growls as she continues to fight.

"Why! Why now do you decide to try and be nice but even when your nice you are a god damn bastard?!"

"How the hell can you expect me to be nice when I can't even THINK straight around you!" He yells without thought.

"Oh ya your just brewing up new insults to throw at me! The whole Mudblood thing does get stale!" Hermione growls as she continues to fight.

Draco stops abruptly when he realizes what he's said.

"You haven't read my letter yet, have you?" Hermione glares at him.

"Of course i havent! I said i would read it when i trust you and so far i cant trust you as far as i could throw you!" Draco sighs and releases Hermione's hands.

"Then we really have nothing to discuss, do we?" He stands and turns to leave, hoping she won't attack someone who's back is turned.

"What is so damn important in that letter that turns you into a damn whimp?!" Hermione yells as her anger was still there on the surface.

Draco doesn't answer, instead moving toward the door, his head low. Hermione runs down the stairs and grabs his wrist spinning him.

"Tell me what is in that god damn letter!" Draco snarls at her.

"Read it and find out!" He jerks his wrist free, feeling the swelling in his jaw and knowing he must look awful.

Hermione glares as she reaches into her back pocket and opens it up. It had been months since she had recieved it. She reads it.


Hermione.


You have no reason to believe anything I say in this letter, but I hope this will not stop you from at least considering it. It has been a long time since my father's ideals ceased to be my own. I love him, but I must make my own decisions. We have an unhappy history, you and I, but I would not have it that way. For longer than I will say, my orignial disdain has been replaced with something much softer, and much more painful. I have watched you as you move through the halls of Hogwarts, allowing Weasley and Potter to touch you while you gave me no such privelage. Not that I deserved it, but oh how I wanted to touch your skin with my own, even if it was only to hold your hand. I have loved you from a distance made not only of miles, but of your own feelings of hatred. I will ask you, and pray you take this chance, to set aside your emotions and see me in a new light, as I see you.


Eternally yours,


Draco Malfoy


Hermione's jaw drops as she rereads it not believing it. He is in love with her? But... why didnt he... Suddenly she felt very very guilty about kicking the shit out of him.

"M...Malfoy..." Draco has not been looking at Hermione, his face a blank mask.

His hands, though, are shaking.

"Yes?" He responds quietly, still not looking at her.

Hermione slowly sets the letter down as she pulls out her wand.

"Come here let... let me heal your face." she gulps as she moves in front of him as she starts to gently heal his broken face.

Draco goes to her, but watches her wand warily, still a bit cautious where this little hellcat is concerned. Hermione gently finishes healing his face as she lowers her wand.

"Why didnt you tell me before? Why didnt you come out and tell me?" Draco's mask doesn't waver, but his eyes are soft.

"I could not. What would you have done had I come to you and told you those things?" Hermione looks away as she gently cups his cheek.

"I dont know but... i wouldnt have... pumled you like that if i did know." Hermione chuckles slightly to lighten the mood.

Draco says nothing, watching Hermione's face for emotion. Hermione bites her lip as she lets her hand drop.

"I guess your feelings have either been destroyed by what just happened or you dont feel that way for me any more." Draco turns away and speaks almost in a whisper.

"Nothing has changed."

"Then why do you still act so cold to me!" Hermione couldnt understand why he was so quiet about this.

"I-" He pauses, turning to face her, his eyes cast low.

"It is how I learned to behave when...unsure of myself." Hermione glares then slaps him.

Not as hard as the other times just hard enough to get him angry. She knew the only way for him to show any emotion was to make him angry. For a moment, Draco's eyes seem to burn into Hermione's before he seems to realize something. His entire demeanor changes, his shoulders drooping.

"Is that your answer then?" Hermione looks at him.

"No it's not." Hermione shoves him against the book case and captures his lips in a kiss that made her knees slightly weak.

Draco ralaxes instantly, his hands coming up to cup her face as he releases her lips, only to come back again and again in a series of tiny, sweet kisses. Hermione groans slightly as she gently broke the kiss. She was getting slightly scared for the fact the only other guy she felt weak in the knees for had been Victor and that hasnt ended well. Draco pulls back, caressing Hermione's cheeks and watching her eyes, his own filled with an emotion too strong to identify.

"Are you certain this is what you want?" Hermione breathes deeply as she gulps thickly.

"Im... im just scared... for once in my life... my knowledge doesnt help my fears." Draco touches her forehead with his own, breathing against her lips.

"I feel the same." He flexes his fingers, soothing her hairline.

Hermione looks into his eyes for once finding them to be rather warm.

"Give me some time... ive never... i mean ive only.... kissed one guy." Draco nods readily.

"I will not push you. Anything we do or do not do will be your choice and at your comfort level. I love you Hermione." He sighs, a slight smile on his lips. "I've waited so long to say that."

Hermione giggles slightly.

"Ive always wanted someone to tell me that. I just never thought it would come from you. No offence."

"None taken." He runs his fingers through her hair, it's thickness wrapping over his hand.

Hermione sighs softly.

"Now i think i need to either sit down or lay down. My knees are feeling weak." Her hands grip his shirt sleeves.

Immediately, Draco bends and hooks an arm under her knees, lifting her to his chest and moving her to a lounge sofa further in the room. He lays her gently down, petting her head again. Hermione squeaks as she wraps her legs around his neck.

"Oh! Um thanks." Hermione said as she sees a book on the table behind it. "Would you like to sit with me and read?"

Draco nods quietly and sits down beside Hermione, content to watch her. Hermione begins to read as her head lays against his shoulder and her hand rests on his hand. She was happy and content to read the book while just with him. It was a book on old magic. Draco drops soft touches on Hermione's hands, her arm, and the back of her neck, loving the feel of her under his fingers. Hermione shivers slightly as she catches his hand on the back of her neck.

"Please dont do that." Draco withdraws his hand immediately, blushing slightly.

He lays his cheek against the top of her head and kisses her hair, his arm going over her shoulder. Hermione decides that letting him at least kiss her hair his fine. She continues to read. After several moments, the hand on her shoulder begins to pet her as Draco moves closer and nuzzles against her ear. Hermione shivers and moves her head away.

"That tickles." she said rubbing her ear.

"Sorry" Draco mumbles.

He is still for a moment before he lowers his arm to her waist, dropping his chin to kiss her shoulder. Hermione gulps then sits foreward away from him.

"Stop that ok?" Draco blinks, his blush deepening.

"I-...of course....but why?" Hermione looks at him.

"I told you that i am not ready."

"I wasn't trying to be...inappropriate, Hermione." Draco replied seriously.

He wanted nothing more than to touch her, to feel her skin, warm and soft, under his fingers. He wanted to be as close to her as possible.

"Your touches say other wise." Hermione looks at him with serious eyes.

"I just want to be near you." He said, his tone as close to pleading that he was likely to get. "I am not going to push you into anything, Hermione."

Hermione looks at him uncertainly then lays back against his chest. Draco sighs and is careful when he repositions himself, dropping an arm over her shoulder, but keeping his hand on her arm. He lays his head against hers again, but decides that perhaps declaring his love for her has been enough for today. Hermione finishes reading as she sighs softly.

"Im sleepy."

"Oh, would you like me to escort you to your room?" Draco asks gallantly, at least he thinks so.

Hermione looks up at him and smiles.

"That would be nice. Though i dont know how long i can stay awake." Draco's smile springs to life on seeing hers and he stands, offering his hand.

"Whatever time you should wish to grant me I will cherish." Hermione takes his hand.

As they walk toward their rooms she leans rather heavily against him. They were closer to Draco's room than Hermione's room. Draco clears his throat and slows a bit.

"Would you like to, ah, perhaps take your sleep in my own room? I assure you you would be perfectly welcome there." He holds his breath, hoping Hermione doesn't take his offer wrong.

Slowly Hermione nods her head much too tired to care at this point. Draco smiles softly and leads Hermione to his room, opening the door for her and pulling it shut once she entered.


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