Blind Date Surprises

A/N: Oh my goodness. I apologize for the delay on this one. Life is hectic, as always and this chapter refused to get started in my head, but once it did get started...oh my...it developed a mind of its own. I had no intentions of a lemon here, but in manifested itself in here. oops. SO beware, smut at the end. thanks to all my loyal readers and reviewers. I do this for ya\'ll!









Ch.13 Peacemaking



Draco walked sullenly down the road. Kicking any pebble that had the nerve to be in his way. Hermione had not been at her flat and he had no idea where she could be. He thought of all the places they went together, but none seemed to him as a place she would hide.



She was probably at Potter’s. Here, Draco scuffed, saint Potter to the rescue. He was beginning to get angry that she would just run away from him. He scolded himself inwardly.



Of course she would go to her friends. He would run after her, too, if he only knew where Potter lived.



“Oh blast it all to hell” he shouted as he foolishly decided to apparate to an unknown place. He didn’t even know if one could apparate using a person’s name instead of address.



He opened his eyes, checked himself over to be sure of nonsplinching and looked around. It was a small cottage. He hadn’t the slightest idea where he had dropped himself.



“Bloody brilliant, Draco.” He groaned to himself. He was about to try to apparate back to Hermione’s flat when someone shouted his name.



“Malfoy?” Draco turned around with his wand drawn and started when he saw Harry’s face in a small window facing him.



Draco sighed a huge breath of relief. He was astonished it worked, as was Harry when Draco told him how he found the cottage.



He followed Harry into the living room where he saw Ron sitting in front of a wizard chessboard, the game appeared to be mid-match. Draco had obviously interrupted.



“Is Hermione here?” he asked the dark haired boy, desperation evident in his voice. Harry let his shoulders drop in sympathy and pointed to a door off the hall. “Good luck mate.”



Draco knocked on the door and Hermione answered immediately, having heard him in the cottage. She glared at him. “What do YOU want, Malfoy?”



The use of his surname stung Draco more than he would ever admit. He straightened his posture and looked her in the eye kindly. “I came to see if you were ok.” He reached out to caress one of her arms before she jerked away angrily.



“OK? How in the hell would I be ok? You just sat there and let them drill into me and humiliate me. Why did you do that? Do you agree with them” she yelled as she poked his chest with her finger.



Draco rubbed the offended spot. “They were testing you Hermione. Gods only know why, and I am sorry they were awful to you.”



She began to punch him with every word she said. “So that makes it alright for them to take me back to that room and insult me…us?!?!?! How could you not have my back?” she was beyond control at this point.



Harry and Ron, who had never seen her so wicked, quietly pretended to not exist and were engrossed in their, now nonexistent, chess game.



Draco’s chest heaved with impatience. He didn’t know how to tactfully put this next bit, so decided blunt honesty would be best. “Hermione, if I had stood up for you, your stubborn independent self would have been even more pissed off than you are now.”



Harry and Ron winced and Draco immediately regretted his tone and word choices. Hermione’s eyes seemed to catch fire with immense fury. A loud SMACK resounded across the room as angry feminine hand met wronged male cheek.



The door slammed as she retreated, once again, to the bathroom. Harry and Ron, who had given up the imitation of game play, sat watching with slight amusement, but still worried for their friend.



“Whatcha think, mate, two slaps before day’s end?” Ron leaned over and asked Harry. Scratching the stubble on his chin, Harry replied, “Three slaps.”



Draco looked over with irritation, “Oh do shut up morons.” Which set the pair into laughter.



Draco sat down with his back against the door, trying to express to the love of his life how very sorry he was. He knew it wouldn’t help to tell of his little departing speech, so instead tried to draw on her powerful sermon.



“Hermione, I know you are angry. But you did an amazing thing tonight.” He began slowly. “You put the Malfoys in their place…all of them. Do you know how many witches and wizards would kill for the guts to do that?” He had his head resting in his hands, exhausted of this argument.



“If I had broken in or stood up for you while you were there to defend yourself, it would have been a grave injustice. For now they know how willful and strong you are and that you do now need someone to fight your battles for you. They saw one of the main things that made me fall in love with you.” He could hear nothing from within, but seriously hoped he was making some ground with her.



Hermione listened with her cheek pressed against the door. As angry as she was, she knew that Draco had a point. She would have hated him to treat her like a delicate flower that needs protecting.



Ugh, she despised how easily he could win her back over. She held her control for awhile and waited, wanting to see if he would have anything further to say to try and coax her into opening the door.



After what seemed forever, the only noise she heard was Harry and Ron telling her they’d be right outside if she needed them and the front door opening and closing.



Figuring he had given up and gone home, she opened the door. Much to her surprise, Draco rolled backwards with an ‘oomph’ and landed with his head on her shoes.



Tucking a stray curl behind her ear, she kneeled down beside his head and kissed his head. “Draco, that can never happen again. I adore you, but I can not be near your parents another instance, ok?”



He smiled softly at her and agreed that she would never have to interact with them again, unless she chose to. She helped him up and they embraced.



Draco lifted Hermione’s chin and kissed her tenderly. The kiss soon began to heat up. Their hands began to wander and rub.



Hermione broke the kiss and shut the door. Draco grabbed her, none to gently, and pushed her against the door, lavishing kisses on any part of her body that he could reach.



They began to hurriedly rip clothes from one another, neither desiring slow tenderness on this day. Before long they were both in their glory, grinding against one another.



Draco enveloped Hermione’s lips with his own, positioned himself at her entrance, and thrust in roughly, but not hurting her. Despite the awkward position, they both found it to feel amazing.



As their combined thrusts sped up, the door began to rattle with each movement, the couple paid no interest if they could even hear it. They were so entranced with each other’s moans, movements, and erotic caresses.



“Faster, Draco, harder..oh yes, just like that. Mmmm.” She moaned as he obeyed her commands. He grabbed her thigh and lifted her leg around his waist, getting deeper penetration.



His breath became ragged along with hers. They were climbing the mountain together, determined to reach the top as one. Draco began to play with her nipples and she gasped at the sensitive play.



In one swift movement of his thumb, her world exploded in fireworks and she screamed his name, the milking motion of her walls pulling him with her shouting obscenities.



After they had cooled down and put on their repaired clothing, they left the bathroom, only to find Harry and Ron looking like they were going to be sick.



Ron was, naturally, the one to speak first. “For merlin’s sake! Silencing spells, PLEASE!”



Draco and Hermione looked at one another before flushing severely and all four burst out laughing. Draco and Hermione agreeing that makeup sex was well worth the argument.