Musical Moments

OUR LIPS ARE SEALED

Lyrics : Wild Orchid
Characters : JK Rowling
Disclaimer : My dog likes this song…oh, I own nothing.

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We've got a secret, but our lips are sealed
We've got a secret, but our lips are sealed

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((Don’t skip…don’t skip…don’t skip.)) Hermione’s mind raged at her as she made her way to Platform 9 ¾…calmly…sedately. It was perfectly acceptable for her to be in a good mood, but skipping would be a dead giveaway that something truly amazing had happened to her over the Christmas break. Never one to talk much about her personal life, Hermione really didn’t wish to enter a conversation where she would be forced to lie.

((There’s always the truth.)) The Gryffindor bookworm grimaced. ((Oh, hi, Harry and Ron! How was your break? Do any thing exciting? Oh, me? Well, as a matter of fact, I did do something a little out of the ordinary. I shagged our Hogwarts’ enemy, Draco Malfoy…more than once, I might add. In fact, let’s just say the Slytherin Sex God gave me a whole new appreciation of how to ring in the New Year properly.))

Hermione imagined the looks on her friends’ faces if she actually said that to them followed with a wink, wink, nudge, nudge and stifled a giggle at the ludicrous notion by clamping her hands over her mouth.

“What’s so amusing, Granger?” Draco lazily pushed himself off of the bricked column he was leaning up against, while waiting to board the train. He really wasn’t in much of a rush to coop himself up for the ride back to school. He was somewhat dismayed to find that his time with Hermione had done little to soothe the burning need within him. It still raged and while it was tempered with the knowledge that he could have her again, the young man found his thoughts annoying filled with daydreams of her upon his return home. Thank Merlin for small miracles…his parents hadn’t paid much attention to him.

Hermione’s brown eyes narrowed in suspicion and her lips tightened.

“Oh, come on…you can tell me.” Draco cajoled her smoothly. Anyone standing nearby would have assumed that he was attempting to get a raise out of the Gryffindor.

“If you must know…you.” Hermione replied smartly.

“Me?” Blue eyes widened in innocent disbelief. “What ever could I have done that would amuse you?”

“Try being born for starters.” Ronald Weasley piped in, walking quickly up to his fellow Gryffindor.

“We were having a private conversation, Weasel.” Draco sneered.

“Then you shouldn’t be having it in a public place.” Harry fired Draco’s line from the Hogwart’s library back at him.

“Shame you can’t come up with your own material, Potter.” Draco’s voice mocked. “Tell me, how does it feel always having to copy Granger’s homework or steal my lines? Even your fame comes from someone else.”

“Come on, let’s go.” Hermione grabbed the arms of her two Gryffindor friends. “Leave Malfoy to entertain himself. At least he knows one person who’ll laugh at his jokes…him.”

Snorting in amusement, the two boys followed Hermione on to the train. Draco smirked as he watched them. Their little secret, indeed.

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Can you hear them they talk about us
Tellin' lies, well that's no surprise
Can you see them, see right through them
They have no shield, no secrets to reveal

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Hermione unrolled the parchment that she found in her bookbag as she settled into her Potions station. Recognizing Draco’s handwriting, she blushed as she read the two simple words of “Thank you.” The Gryffindor felt as if she should be the one thanking him. Finally, she understood what Lavender and Ginny and Parvarti and all the other girls were talking about. Hermione knew that she should be experiencing some regrets…for giving herself to Draco…for lying to her friends…for waiting for so long to do this – she chuckled softly to herself at that one – but no matter how hard she tried, regret was the one emotion she just couldn’t dredge up from within herself.

“Move over, Granger.” Draco said coolly as he approached from behind.

Hermione crumpled up the note and murmured, “There’s plenty of room behind me for you to squeeze on by. What’s the matter?”

“I ate too much over Christmas…excellent cookies, for example.”

“Gain some weight?” Hermione feigned interest. “Poor boy.”

“Hey, I asked you nicely.”

“You didn’t say please.”

“I’d never say please to you, Granger.” Draco’s voice turned cold.

Both refrained from smiling at each other. Oh, if only Hermione could remind him of how many times he had said ‘please’ to her during that night together…along with a few other words requesting her to do some intimate actions. Of course, Hermione was also guilty of nearly begging Draco on numerous occasions that night for equally sensual experiences.

“Take your seats.” Snape’s voice uttered as he entered the Potions lab. “While I realize that you have returned from break and are undoubtedly full of energy from sweets that will poison both your teeth and your minds, do not expect that I will be lenient with you on this first day of class.”

Ron rolled his eyes. As if they thought leniency was a trait of Snape’s.

“Today you will create a Draught of Numbness. I warn you that if this not made exactly as I have instructed, it will most likely explode.” Snape intoned.

“No pressure, Longbottom.” Draco cracked. His fellow Slytherins laughed with him.

“As well,” Snape continued as the laughter died down, “Take care to not inhale the fumes…they can be just as potent as the draught itself.”

“Except for Longbottom’s.” Draco continued.

Hermione could have sworn the Potions Master’s eyes were sparkling in sheer delight at Draco’s taunts.

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It doesn't matter what they say
In the jealous games people play - hey-hey-hey
Our lips are sealed

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“Pssst…Hermione.” Ron called over from his station with Pansy.

Hermione looked up without actually responding.

“What’s up with you and Malfoy?”

Hermione blinked. Oh, Merlin, were they that obvious? She thought that they had taken such care to hide what had transpired between them.

“What’s up, Mister Weasley, is that the potion of Mister Malfoy and Miss Granger is nearly complete while yours and Miss Parkinson’s appears to barely be bubbling, let alone the right colour.” Snape interrupted. “Did either of you actually make the conscious decision to read the instructions I provided?”

Pansy screwed up her face and scowled at the blackboard. She read the list slowly, her mouth forming the words as her eyes skimmed over them.

“Apparently not.” Snape rolled his eyes. “Ten points from Gryffindor.”

“But she..she…” Ron glared.

“You did not read the instructions, Mister Weasley. Miss Parkinson just did.”

Snape stalked back up to the front of the room.

“He’s such a git.” Hermione muttered under her breath.

“You thought that about me.” Draco whispered back as he added a drop of fairy essence.

“I still do.” Hermione taunted quietly.

Draco snorted.

“You’ll pay for that.” He promised.

“Oooh…I’m quivering.” The Gryffindor rolled her eyes as she stirred their bubbling brew.

“You will be.” Draco licked his lips suggestively.

Hermione blushed.

Snape watched the quiet conversation between his two best students. It concerned him. Normally, their shared words were quite loud and heated. This seemed more private, but just as heated…only in a different way. Both of his eyebrows raised in surprise. No…no way…inter-house unity was one thing, but surely neither would…well…with each other…that is to say…ugh. The tall man’s shoulders slumped.

Ron looked over at Hermione and Draco and frowned.

“How come I can’t get a partner to work with that knows what she’s doing?” He lamented quietly.

“Likewise.” Pansy shot back at him.

“Look at them.” Ron insisted, his tone glum. “They work together…like they can read each other’s thoughts or something.”

“Sickening.” Pansy agreed.

“But they’re going to get the top mark. Hermione and Malfoy. Not fair that such an ill-match pair should do so well. I mean, we’re doing what we’re supposed to be doing…not working together. We’re doing what we do naturally.”

Pansy nodded and then started to cough as their potion began to spew off purple and green smoke. Ron assisted her in fanning the fumes. For once, they actually worked together and the odd couple of Hermione and Draco was forgotten.

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There's a weapon that we must use
In our defense, silence
When you look at them, look right through them
That's when they disappear, that's when we'll be feared

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“How can you work with him, Hermione?” Ron asked as the three friends sat in the Gryffindor common room.

“Hmm?” Hermione questioned without looking up from her arithmancy essay that she was writing for extra credit. It wasn’t like she needed the higher grade, but every little bit helped in her opinion.

“Ferret face. How can you work with him in Potions?”

“He actually knows what he’s doing.” Hermione replied. ((Merlin, if only I could tell them how well he knows what he’s doing.))

“But if you worked with Harry or me, we could learn and then we’d know what we were doing.”

“Oh, please, Ron. Both of you would just sit there and let me do all the work and every time that I would attempt to explain what we were doing, you’d just tell me to be quiet and make the potion.”

Both boys looked away guiltily.

Harry was the first to look back.

“Okay, you’re right. But do you have to work so well with Malfoy?”

Hermione was silent, gnawing on her lower lip.

Back in the Slytherin common room, Pansy sulked in Draco’s lap.

“I’m surprised at you, Draco.” She pouted.

“What ever for, Parkinson?” The blond young man drawled out.

“You’d think that after spending time in such close proximity to the mudblood, you’d want to purge yourself of such dirtiness.”

Draco stiffened.

“And you think that you’ll…sacrifice…yourself on my behalf?” Draco’s pale eyes hid his disgust.

“Well, we Slytherins need to stick together.”

“I don’t need your willingness, Parkinson. In fact, when it comes to dirtiness, no one can hold a candle to you.”

Pansy smiled brightly for a moment, but as the insult sunk in she glared at Draco. Huffing in anger, she hopped off his lap and stalked over to the fireplace to pay attention to some other males.

Pulling himself out of the shadowy corners, Blaise approached from behind Draco and leaned over the back of the couch.

“Saying no to Pansy is one thing, my friend. An insult like that can mean but one thing.”

Draco turned to see the questioning look on Blaise’s face.

“Indeed.” Standing, Draco faced his friend. “It means that I’ve had enough of her manipulative ways.”

“We’re Slytherin…manipulative is what we do.” Blaise shrugged. “We haven’t really had a chance to talk since you arrived back here. Do anything exciting over your break?”

It was Draco’s turn to shrug before turning away and making his way up to his room.

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It doesn't matter what they say
In the jealous games people play - hey-hey-hey
Our lips are sealed
Pay no mind to what they say
'Cause it doesn't matter anyways - hey-hey-hey
Our lips are sealed

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“So glad you could make it, Granger.” Draco stood up from the small sofa he was lounging on in the Room of Requirement.

“I had to take several detours.” Hermione’s breath came in short and shallow puffs. “Peeves is on a mission tonight, apparently…to make my life unbearable.”

Draco frowned.

“We can’t have that. After all, that’s my job.”

Hermione chuckled softly.

“Any one suspect anything in your group?” She asked.

“I don’t think so. Zabini’s a little more astute than most of my housemates, so he’s the one I’m keeping an eye on. You?”

“Ron and Harry are too busy lamenting the fact that they aren’t paired up with me in Potions.”

“I doubt that.” Draco smirked.

“Oh? Why?”

“Because I doubt that they know what ‘lamenting’ means. A three-syllable word…a little out of their league isn’t it.”

“Can’t you find something else to do with that mouth other than insult my friends?” Hermione questioned dryly.

“Oh…one or two things…” Draco stepped closer and pulled Hermione into his embrace.

“Only one or two?” Hermione’s voice turned coy. “I’m so glad to know that I’m much more creative than you.”

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We've got a secret, but our lips are sealed
Hush my darling, don't you cry
Silent angels - forget their lies

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Hermione ran a finger down Draco’s bare chest as she straddled his slender hips on the bed he had asked the room to provide. They both knew that they weren’t the first to come to this room for this secret nocturnal reason, but there was pleasure in knowing that the room never looked the same. Each couple had their own unique room conjured up for them. A calming blend of green linen and reddish mahogany blended to pay homage to the colours of both their houses.

“So how long are we supposed to keep this up?” She asked.

Draco rolled his hips up into her as a response. Hermione wiggled in pleasure while playfully slapping one of his shoulders.

“That’s not what I meant!” She glared down at her lover.

“The secret, you mean?” Draco frowned, puzzled.

“No…this…” Hermione’s hands gestured outwards. “Us.”

“You’re practically riding me and you want to discuss the dynamics of our relationship?” Pale eyes were shocked.

“Is there a better time?” Hermione quizzed Draco.

“Yes.” Scowling, Draco placed his hands on Hermione’s waist and rolled them over. In a smooth move, he thrust into her. “Later.”

Hermione shut her eyes to enjoy the sensation of Draco moving inside of her. Instinctively, she slowly dragged her legs up along his, bringing them to rest up against the Slytherin’s rolling hips. Yes, later would be good enough.

Hermione gasped as Draco rubbed up against her sensitivity, causing her nerves to pulse erratically. Her legs tightened against him urging him on.

“You like that, do you?” He growled softly.

Dark eyes opened and glinted playfully. Hermione leaned up and nipped Draco’s ear before uttering a simple, “Yes.”

He chuckled softly and shifted Hermione’s legs so that he was using them for added leverage. His thrusts became more powerful and Hermione’s gasps quickly evolved into moans. Her hands, previously resting on Draco’s shoulders, moved down to the sheets of the bed so that she could grab a handful of the linen, now warmed by their body heat.

“Still want to talk about us later?” Draco’s voice rumbled through Hermione.

Biting her lower lip, Hermione slowly nodded.

“What’s there to talk about? We fit together so well, Princess.” To emphasize his point, Draco leaned down and kissed Hermione as he buried himself inside of her. Hermione’s eyelashes fluttered wildly as she tried to regain some control over self. But that was the crux of the whole situation. She didn’t have control when Draco was inside of her and, if she was to be honest with herself, Hermione wasn’t sure if she wanted control. That was partly why she had agreed to this whole arrangement. To explore those feelings she had never experienced before.

And…

Sweet…

Merlin…

That...

Was…

New…

Hermione’s eyes popped open, her mouth forming an “O”. Draco smiled gently, rotating his hips as he remained embedded within Hermione. His mouth took a pebbled nipple so that his teeth could gently graze the sensitive bud just as her lower counterpart was continually enduring an onslaught of teasing rubs.

Draco started to nuzzle the underside of her breasts, choosing to focus on one so that he could place his teeth on a bit of tender flesh and start to suck hard. Claiming Hermione as his own, Draco’s jaw worked in tight circles, as his hips rotated faster, the two parts of his body mirroring each other. Placing a hand firmly on one of Hermione’s restless hips, Draco held the Gryffindor down on the bed, rendering her immoveable. All Hermione could do was lie there and let the feelings permeate her very being.

Suddenly, Hermione arched up, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her inner walls gripped Draco pulling him, surprisingly, further into her. Her passionate release triggered Draco’s own and he exhaled as he felt his essence fill Hermione.

For a moment, Draco lay there, panting and willing his heart to slow down. Despite the waves of euphoria still lapping at him, Draco felt content. He realized that he always felt content after being with Hermione, even during their required public disagreements. He felt whole…and that scared him.

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Can you hear them they talk about us
Tellin' lies, well that's no surprise
Can you see them, see right through them
They have no shield, no secrets to reveal

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“Where have you been?” Blaise leaned up against one of the posters at the end of Draco’s bed back in the Slytherin dorm.

“Out and about.” Came the vague response.

“You’re different.” Zabini remarked, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Draco shrugged, not looking up from the book he was reading.

“You’re not going on and on about Granger, I’ve noticed.” The darker Slytherin tried to keep his tone neutral. “Something you want to talk about?”

“Not particularly.”

“Why the change, Malfoy? Before Christmas you couldn’t stop talking about her and getting her in your bed. You haven’t said a word since returning.”

“I changed my mind.” Draco lied. “I’m entitled to that, right?”

“Of course, but…”

“No but’s, Zabini. Now if you don’t mind, I’m getting to a really good part in this book.” Draco dismissed his friend.

Pursing his lips in frustration, Blaise walked back down to the Slytherin common room, puzzled and confused. Draco Malfoy was fickle, there was no one who could dispute that. But when he was as…obsessed…as he was on Granger prior to the break, such a turnabout was rather unexpected.

Over in the Gryffindor common room, Hermione snuck in hoping that everyone had already gone to bed like the good students that they were.

“Late night, eh, Hermione?” A voice called out from the couch.

Gasping in fright, Hermione eyed the silhouetted figure and immediately recognized the outline.

“Hi, Neville.”

“Out past curfew.” He remarked casually.

“Yes, well, I was…”

“…in the library, no doubt. You probably know all the secret hiding spots in that place. Bet Pince never knew you were there after she closed the place up.”

Hermione nodded dumbly.

“Yes…library…hiding.”

“You okay, Hermione?” Neville asked, peering at her carefully. “You look flushed.”

“Just anxious. Trying to avoid Peeves and I thought I heard Snape in the corridor.”

“Ah.” It was Neville’s turn to nod. “Well, good night.”

“Night.” Hermione watched as the shy young man made his way up to the boy’s dorm before carrying herself off to her own bed.