What I\'ve Always Known

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A/N : Patience my lovelies, actual good, detailed, sex scenes are coming. In hoardes.

Betrayal


Hermione forced herself to climb step after step, swallowing hard against the burning lump in her throat.

‘Don’t lose it,’ she silently warned herself ‘two more minutes. Just hold yourself together that long’

Finally after gaining the peace and privacy of her miraculously empty dorm, Hermione allowed the tears to come. She slid her back down the door as dry sobs racked through her entire body. Hermione felt as though an iron fist had closed on her heart. Ron and Hagrid had turned their backs on her. Her relationship with Draco affected their view of her more than her words or actions did, and this hurt her more than she thought anything could.

“Harry…” The name escaped Hermione’s lips with a slight smile. Without his support, Hermione knew that she probably would have lost the will to get up most mornings.

Without her noticing, Hermione’s thoughts drifted over to Harry and Cho. And suddenly, she was angry. Harry and Cho never had any trouble from Ron or Hagrid or anyone. No one was disapproving. They didn’t have to worry about their best friends turning their backs. The world turned cold in Hermione’s eyes as she finally started to see through her rose colored glasses.

A distant creak of a door reached Hermione’s ears as she continued to sob as though her heart would break. It was a moment before she realized there were footsteps approaching her. Her brain seemed to be submerged in sludge as it tried to keep up with her senses. She had her back against the only door, and yet someone had entered her dorm and was now walking towards where she sat, tear stained and miserable.

Her brain kicked in and she shot to her feet, wiping her face as she went. A movement in the shadows to her left caught her eye, and she turned towards what she thought was merely a niche in the rooms stonewalls. The bare stone expanse turned to out to be some sort of panel, and framed in the opening stood Draco.

“Wha-Draco how did you-?” Hermione blundered, making sure her hair hid her tear stained cheeks.

“Fred and George showed me the tunnel. Might come in handy in the future,” Draco explained with a sly wink. Hermione nodded and managed a small smile before turning to gaze out the window. She couldn’t keep looking at him when tears still threatened to overcome her. “What’s this I hear about you turning yourself into a cat four years back anyway?” Draco asked all of a sudden, and Hermione couldn’t suppress the laughter that bubbled up past her misery.

“Harry, Ron and I were taking a potion, and uh, it went slightly wrong. I had to stay in the hospital wing for almost three weeks. Harry visited me and Ron-“Hermione couldn’t even talk about Ron’s friendship without getting choked up “-brought me my homework.” A sob escaped Hermione and she clamped her fist over her mouth, furious at herself for falling apart. Draco sighed sympathetically and came up behind Hermione. Softly, he cleared her hair off of her neck, and bent so his lips were next to her ear.

“Pott-Harry overheard Hagrid’s conversation with you-“

“Overheard? Eavesdropping I bet-“

“-And he told me everything. Hermione, I want you to understand that nothing, especially only meaningless words, will ever make me run from you. Hagrid doesn’t know what he’s talking about, and I do care for you. So much it…so much it scares me.” Draco gently wiped a tear off of Hermione’s cheek.

“Oh Draco…” Hermione turned her face away and swiped furiously at her cheeks, embarrassed to be crying in front of him.

Draco sensed the moment was beyond words, and simply reached out to take her in his embrace. Hermione turned around and rested her face on his chest, breathing in his comforting scent. And then, Hermione understood he was right. No one could tell her how she was supposed to feel, and especially for who she was supposed to feel. Holding her breath, Hermione listened to Draco’s heartbeat beneath her ear. She breathed deeply, almost melting as his intoxicating scent toyed with her senses.

Hermione sighed contentedly and snaked a hand up Draco’s back to his neck. Applying a little pressure to the nape of his neck, Hermione raised her chin and brought his mouth to hers. She probed his mouth with a possessiveness she did not know had been in her character. Not too long after, Draco pulled his lips from hers with a reluctant groan.

“I have to go to Quidditch practice.” He sighed. Hermione eyed his kiss-swollen lips with an alien sense of pride; she had marked him as her own.

“Like they’ll kill the captain if he’s late” Hermione said.

“I hardly think ‘Sorry I was late, I was busy ravaging my girlfriend’ is a passable excuse.” Draco raised one eyebrow, his lips curving upward slightly.

As response, Hermione gave Draco a hard shove in the shoulder. Draco spilled backwards onto the bed, a grin landing on his face as he raised himself up on his elbows. Taking long, drawn out movements, Hermione undid the silver clasp of her cloak, and let the black material fall away from her body to the floor.

“Minx,” Draco drawled affectionately as Hermione’s hands went to the buttons on her shirt. Hermione let that fall to the floor next, and Draco openly eyed her emerald green bra.

“Always knew you were a Slytherin at heart,” said Draco. Hermione kneeled on the bed at his feet and started moving up his body like a wildcat stalking its prey. She straddled his hips and undid the clasp of his robes before she began undoing his shirt buttons. Draco folded his hands behind his head and watched her with an impressed smirk on his face. With a smirk resembling Draco’s,
Hermione pulled back the sides of Draco’s shirt and lowered her mouth to his collarbone.

“Not that I’m not enjoying myself immensely,” Draco whispered “But…” He flipped Hermione over and pinned her under his large frame, “I think you deserve some payback.”

Hermione gasped as Draco slid one hand along her burning flesh to the clasp at the front of her bra. She waited with bated breath as Draco spent his sweet bloody time sliding the cups apart. She always felt that somehow she wasn’t beautiful enough for him, despite his many objections. He told her often how gorgeous he thought she was, if not at the most appropriate times.

“Oh god…” Draco let out a hungry groan when he had Hermione exposed. Twin globes of peachy flesh greeted his eyes and he lowered his head to praise them with his mouth. Hermione couldn’t suppress a throaty moan as he gently blew across one hardened nipple.

However, Draco seemed intent to prolong her torture and continued to tease her with gusts of his warm breathe along her stomach.

“Damn it Draco…” Hermione gasped.

“Minx,” Draco chuckled again. And then he put her out of her misery. His tongue came out to circle one swollen nipple and Hermione stifled a cry of ecstasy.

“Don’t do that,” Draco breathed. “I want to hear you.” To reinforce his demand, he bit down gently on the peak of her right breast. Pain and pleasure melded into one sensation and Hermione cried out loudly. Draco rewarded her noises by raising one of his hands and gripping her left breast. Hermione moaned his name over and over and Draco switched his mouth over to her left breast, moving his hand to her right.

Hermione slid her hand down between their bodies; wanting to give Draco the same pleasure he was giving her. Slowly she slid the button of his trousers out of place and unzipped his fly. Shifting down slightly, she slid his pants down his hips and he completed the job for her, taking care of his boxers directly after. Draco placed his hands on the sides of her hips, sliding his fingers under the bands of her skirt and underwear.

“Lift your hips for me love,” Draco raised his head to whisper. Hermione obliged and Draco quickly swept them off of her body. Hermione slid her tongue along her bottom lip nervously, and Draco’s eyes followed the unintentionally seductive move. Gathering
her courage, Hermione gave herself up to the moment and wrapped her fingers around Draco’s cock the same moment he slid his
fingers into her. Raising her head off the bed, Hermione crushed her lips hungrily against Draco’s as they both started moving their hands. Panted words of encouragement were shared between passionate kisses.

As she felt herself coming close, Hermione opened her eyes to stare into Draco’s silver pools. She felt Draco’s frame go rigid
above her and he squeezed his eyes shut momentarily. Hermione bit her lip and held back, wanting to come when Draco did.

“Let it go love,” Draco panted and Hermione nodded.


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The perpetrator stared at the wall the blonde boy had disappeared through. This was the final straw. They were at their patience end, and this time, they had a partner.

”No longer am I alone.” Their voice came out as a whisper.

“No longer.” Another voice answered. A smile crept to the culprits face. With someone else to rely on, to unload half the work on, the final plan would come off without a hitch.

‘Phase three’ was the final thought that crossed the figures mind before they made their way down to check on the potion.


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Hermione felt herself crash through a sea of pure passion and elation as she felt Draco release against her leg. They both lay there, panting in the afterglow, shaking and holding each other. Draco eventually raised himself up on his hands and grinned down at her.

“Maybe I should tell you I have Quidditch more often.” He said.

“Don’t think you’ll be so lucky every time, Malfoy” Hermione answered, examining her nails nonchalantly.

“Bite me Granger.” Draco smiled, and leaned down for a deep kiss before standing up. He reached down and pulled his boxers and pants up, and it was the first time Hermione noticed he was wearing his dark green Quidditch robes over top.

“Efficient aren’t we?” Hermione asked, eyeing his broomstick leaning against the wall in the open secret passage way.

“Yes we are.” Draco said.

Draco gave Hermione one final kiss one the lips, before departing back down the tunnel. Hermione pulled her skirt and underwear up with a smile on her face. She had just buttoned up her shirt, when the secret tunnel opened again. Hermione smiled and turned to face the opening.

“Draco, I thought you had Quidditch-Ron?”

Ron was coming towards her, an odd smile on his face.

“Ron? How did you…how did you find the tunnel?” Hermione asked uncertainly. She didn’t like the triumphant look on Ron’s face.

“Knew about it from Fred and George.” Ron answered, his voice expressionless.

“We know this school inside and out, dear Hermione” A friendly voice came from behind Ron, and Hermione felt relief flood through her body. Fred emerged from behind Ron, closely followed George. Identical warm smiles spread across the twins’ faces as they stepped in front of Ron. George stood beside Hermione and threw an arm around her shoulders, grinning as though he had just single handedly won the Quidditch cup.

“Fred, where on earth are Parvarti and Lavender?” Hermione asked.

“Took them out on the town m’dear. Apparently they find Fred here and I quite foxy.” George answered with a wiggle of his eyebrows. Hermione laughed, looking anywhere but at Ron’s stony face.

“Well we mustn’t stay to chat all day,” Fred said with a clap of his hands. “We have people to annoy, things to explode. We just wanted to check dear Draco found his way alright.”

“Yes he found his way fine, but he’s already come and gone.” Hermione said. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a small smile creep onto Ron’s face.

“Oh, the wee one learns quick then! Cheers!” Fred called and George and he departed, closing the passageway door behind them.

Unable to stand still with Ron staring at her, Hermione moved to the window. Ron followed her, and she sensed him settle directly behind her. Closing her eyes briefly, Hermione focused her attention on the view of the sprawling grounds below her window. Her heart soared when a familiar silver glint caught her eye. Draco came strolling into view, his broomstick over his shoulder. He was evidently on his way to the Quidditch Pitch. When he was directly in front of her window, he suddenly turned towards the front doors as another figure came flying out. Hermione watched as Draco turned away in disgust when Pansy caught up with him.

Although she couldn’t hear them, Hermione did her best to guess what was happening by reading Draco’s familiar body language. His shoulders went stiff as Pansy stepped in front of him, forcing him to stop. Hermione’s eyes narrowed as she recognized Pansy’s pitiful flirting tactics. Twirling a strand of hair around one finger, Pansy slowly walked around Draco, taking every inch of his body in. Hermione felt her blood race as she watched Pansy’s hand glide over Draco’s backside. Draco span around, snatching her wrist in his hand.

Hermione watched Draco’s mouth move, wishing she could hear what was being said. Then, to her utter horror, Pansy took a step towards Draco, and kissed him passionately on the lips. Hermione shut her eyes hard, and opened them again, expecting to see Draco pushing Pansy away, furious. Her stomach flipped over horribly, as she took in Draco still standing close to Pansy, eyes closed, kissing her back just as passionately.