Year Seven:Blindsided

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any of these characters or places; they belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. It’s her world; I just play in it.


Chapter 13- Satin Sheets and Carnal Treats


Draco and Hermione had been paired for just over a month and a half without any problems whatsoever. This would have been quite a feat in an ordinary relationship, and when one considered this unlikely couple, it was nothing short of amazing. This was not lost on either party, irony in its most pure form. The pair of them seemed to find that it was surprisingly easy to deceive the world. Easy and romantic, at least it was to Hermione’s mind.


She felt as a muggle celebrity with a penchant for privacy must feel; her position as Head-girl made her almost like a movie star in the world of Hogwarts. The reason that she’d made this comparison was that everyone at the school knew her, both by name and in the flesh and some factions of the student body had taken to keeping a very close account of her every action.


The intrigue of the situation was only compounded by the fact that she was now involved with the male who held the office that was the mirror of hers, the Head-boy. She was sure that Draco was not possessed of such thoughts and feelings. Hermione decided to chalk it up to being a Muggleborn girl.


Having spent the first ten years of her life as a ‘normal’ muggle child, she had acquired a rather shameful, yet utterly feminine, taste for gossip about any famous figure she could find. And the part of her that would always be a muggle still dreamt of being a famous actress. Standing, wearing an elegant dress and a gorgeous man on her arm, on the red carpet, the envy of all those who could see her.


Hermione shook her head to keep from blowing a heavy sigh, ‘Well,’ she thought, ‘one out of three isn’t too bad. Especially when he is this good-looking.’ She smiled at Draco who was hard at work on an essay for Professor McGonagall, his brow wrinkled ever so slightly with concentration. She thought that it was well worth the trade, Draco for fame. Besides, she doubted if Meg Ryan had a magical bone in her body. Magic was too much a part of her after years of study to abandon now on a silly whim.


Hermione kissed Draco on the head after she’d begun to gather her books and other homework materials. “I have a surprise for you when you finish up with your work, darling.”


“All right, but if you keep bending over in front of me I’ll never manage to keep my mind on the task in front of me long enough to finish. Now, kiss me.” Draco stood up and genially extended his hand to Hermione. His eyes were burning with a smoldering passion she’d not seen up until this point, but this passion would become familiar to her before too much more time had passed.


Finally the tension of the moment had built up to the perfect level, the two of them leaned in simultaneously and shared a kiss that equaled the torrent of passion in Draco’s eyes. Showing an amazing amount of restraint, he broke from her arms and went back to his homework, but not before fixing her with a stare that said, very clearly, that he also had something special in mind for her this evening.


“I’ll be in my room when you’ve finished.” Hermione licked her lips before sucking on the tip of her finger in a way that caused Draco to regret that he chosen to wear restrictive undergarments that day.


So happy was Hermione that she practically floated across the common room and through the door to her private bedchamber. She hummed to herself and began to dance around the chamber with her blue dress robes as a partner. Then, realizing that this might appear childish to Draco’s eye, she hung her robes neatly in the wardrobe, which she kept open-so as not to attract and boggarts.


Hermione then began a more characteristic, and thus practical approach, to her preparations for the evening that she planned for Draco and herself. The once sleeping form of the ginger cat, Crookshanks, opened a sharp yellow eye and stared at his Mistress both in askance and slight discontent. She extended a hand to lovingly scratch the massive feline in his favorite spot, just below the chin.


He purred more loudly than usual in response to such intense scratching. While continuing to scratch the enormous lump of purring ginger fur, who had taken up residence atop her fireside armchair, she pointed her wand at the empty grate of the fireplace. Without a word, flames crackled cheerfully to life. Another wave of her wand set romantic music playing softly in the background.


Hermione stood up slowly, and despite the indignant look she received from Crookshanks, she bent to kiss him between his velvety ears. “You silly beast,” she said shaking her head. After selecting a book from one of the several shelves that encompassed her extensive personal library, she flopped down onto her bed to read until Draco was free. An indeterminate amount of time later, Draco came sauntering into her bedchamber and let out a partially stifled laugh.


Hermione hadn’t heard him enter, so she hadn’t seen any reason to look up at his laugh. She was still the type to get completely engrossed in whatever she happened to be reading at the time. This only enhanced Draco’s amusement, as it was what brought him to laugh. He was no fool, however, he knew that had he tried to sneak up on her that instinct would win out and she’d have him flat on his back by now. Though not in the way he wanted to be.


He felt a firm nudging at his knees and when he looked down his gaze fell upon a small tiger, which seemed to be imploring him for some sort of attention. Draco bent down and lifted the cat into his arms gently, where he began a rather thorough session of scratching.


It was the thunderous purring of her ginger cat that brought Hermione out of her trance. Seeing Crookshanks so pleased with the wizard holding him cast any lingering doubts that Hermione may have had out the window. The cat had proven, time and again to be an astonishingly good judge of character, he’d never been wrong. This was not something that any honest human could claim. She loved the seldom seen softer side of Draco. She would tell him tonight, there could be no more delay.


Draco moved next to Hermione and took the book from her hands and placed it on the nightstand, careful not to damage the delicate pages. He grinned at her licentiously. She knew that something was about to happen between them, something that she felt confident that neither of them would forget.


She straightened her back as he leaned in to kiss her, so that she would be as close to him as possible. He slowly transferred his weight down on top of her, with practiced ease. She was glad that neither of them were virgins. Sexual encounters which involved one or more virgins, were at best awkward and at worst terrible.


Draco took a deep breath as he savagely bit Hermione’s neck. That intoxicating scent that hung in the air around her filled him with a lust so powerful that it must be sated with all haste. Her touch electrified him. But, he knew that he must wait, if only a little bit longer. He wanted to be sure that she enjoyed herself. Or rather, more accurately, that she enjoyed him.


Hermione moaned and squirmed beneath Draco, enjoying every thrust and bite and kiss. When it seemed that he was relenting a slight amount, she slipped her hands up her robes. She ran her fingers, first over the rippling and tight mass of muscles that were his abs and chest. Then she wrapped her arms around her him and ran her nails down his back, not hard quite hard enough to break the skin. Evidently this was exactly what he wanted.


As Hermione pulled his robes over his head he slithered down her torso and paused a moment between her legs. Draco growled something gutturally; she couldn’t understand a word of what he’d said. He continued to snake his way down her body until he reached her shins, where her robe ended.


The next thing that Hermione knew Draco was running his hands up her legs and his head was between her legs once more. This time only a thin layer of red satin separated him from the treasure trove that was his goal. His head moved slowly back down the outside of her left leg; his tongue trailing along her skin gave her a delightful chill, which stiffened her nipples. She shuddered as his tongue began a similar route up the inside of her right thigh.


Draco was at home in the dark underneath her robes. He once again reached the panties that barred his way to getting inside her. He growled once more and pulled the satin aside so that her could taste her. For a glorious moment he licked her, his erection was so hard that it began to hurt; he rubbed against the bed to alleviate some of the tension in his loins.


Hermione rolled him over, so that she was on top of him. He pulled her robe off as she began to grind her hips, rubbing herself over him. Draco was nearly drooling to see Hermione in a set of satin and lace under garments. The bra she wore was see-through in all of the right places. He could clearly see the effect that he had on her, as her nipples were tiny rigid bumps on her ample breasts.


She gasped as he sat up and placed both of his hands on her breasts and buried his face in them. Somehow he had unclasped her bra without her knowledge and he pulled it off of her arms almost as surreptitiously. He lingered on her exposed chest for a few moments before abruptly pinning her to the bed by her shoulders.


She licked her lips in anticipation. What was he going to do next? She felt the moisture soaking through her panties and wished that he’d pull them off and give her the fucking of a lifetime. At this notion she decided to take a more proactive approach to getting what she wanted. She stuck her thumbs into the side of his underwear and pushed them as far down as she could in the position he had her pinned.


Draco was astonished that she had chosen to make such a bold move and he finished the job she could not. He was equally as surprised when she threw him down onto the bed a second time and placed his erect phallus into her mouth. She began moving her lips up and down on him and now it was his turn to squirm with pleasure. Her tongue ran delicately along his manhood (After he was once again able to think clearly, he wondered what he’d thought was good sex before Hermione. She was, by far and away, the best piece of ass he’d ever scored.).


He pulled her head up to meet his and kissed her, she melted into his arms and he once again assumed control. He slid her panties off of her perfect legs and started on a much more aggressive session of licking her between the legs. After a few moments of pure ecstasy she rubbed his face and bade him to enter her.


Slithering, with all the fluidity of a serpent, he moved quickly up onto her torso, the tip of his penis begging for entry into her. She spread her legs and felt him push into her, her lips quivered. She arched her back, so that he could push more deeply into her. As time elapsed, the motion of her hips grew steadily faster and her moans became louder with every successive thrust from the hips of her lover.


She grabbed him by his naked ass and pulled him as deep as possible and she screamed as she climaxed. He was struck at how amazing it felt when she finished, the way her muscles clamped onto his manhood. His own imminent explosion brought the blond wizard to a state of near paralysis as he finished. He collapsed beside her, panting and wearing the silliest grin he’d ever sported in his life.


Once Draco had regained his breath he snuggled up as close as he could get to Hermione. She rolled onto her side, laying her head on his chest and listened to his heart beating. This was the most comfortable, the most at home, that Hermione had ever felt in the entirety of her existence. She wished with all her heart for this moment to last forever. Alas, she had promised herself that this was the night that she would tell him how she felt. As she raised her head to call his name, she prayed that this would not spoil the moment.


“Draco?”


“Yes, darling?”


“I-I l…”


“I know,” he said as he paused for a moment that seemed too long for Hermione.


‘No!’ she thought, ‘I’ve gone and made a fool of myself.’


“I love you, too.” Though his voice was quiet it floated to Hermione’s ears with extreme feeling and genuine affection.


“You scared me. I thought that you didn’t love me, that I was some kind of…”


“Silly girl? Well, you are a silly girl,” he said as he gave her a reassuring little squeeze, “but I wanted to be the first to say it.”


Joyful tears sprang from Hermione’s eyes, “And I’m the silly one?” He laughed and kissed the tears gently from her cheeks.


“Correction, you are my silly little girl.”


Draco got up and turned down the bed. Hermione was more than pleased that he’d decided to spend the rest of the night with her. She slept soundly and dreamt of her beloved. He held her all night. Draco was on the verge of tears himself, he had never felt this way before, it was overwhelming.


Watching her sleep brought him a level of peace he’d not thought possible. So, this was love. Draco let silent tears slip down his cheeks as he held her to him and smelled her hair.