Shifting the Balance

Chapter 13


~ Whispers and feathery touches ~


Hermione never felt so uncomfortable in her life!

The moment she set foot in the common room her nerves started to flutter.

It was seven and he wasn’t here yet.


Hermione sat her bag onto the couch, looked at it and then round the room.

She got up and walked over to the large study desk and flushed at the memory of what happened the last time she sat at this particular desk. Her hand touched the surface.


She pushed one of the heavy chairs back and sat down and began to stare at the portrait hole and began to drum her fingers on the wooden surface. Quickly she clasped her hands together.

“Don’t be stupid!” She muttered to herself.

She got up and went up to the couch again and grabbed a scroll and a quill from her bag.

Hermione sat down again and began to scribble her ideas onto the paper.


Tables in every corner of the Great Hall, large white cushions, with a golden accents, floating around them in mid air.

Fairy lights above the tables, creating a soft glow over the tables. Tables covered with elegant silvery tablecloths. The cloths could be accented with frosty stars. On the tables white ornaments that glittered golden sparks.

A large Christmas tree in the middle of the Great Hall. The treetop would be covered in snow. White Magical candles in the large tree.

Malfoy watched her as he came through the portrait hole. She didn’t notice him.

She was to busy taking notes on something.


Last night he dreamt about her. And about that bastard as well. They were in the library. She was reading and he came up to her. They started talking and then Lenn walked around the table to where she sat. He took a hold of her and pulled her out of her chair. She started struggling, pushing him off. But he was to strong for her. He crushed his lips down on hers. Her face was a mask of agony. Then she looked over at the bookcase where he was standing. Their eyes met. She looked at him while Lenn moved his hands over her body. He pushed her against a large bookcase. He squeezed her nipples through her blouse. It hurt her. And all the while she kept staring at him. His throat felt dry and he tried to move, but couldn’t. She kept looking at him, staring blankly into his eyes. Malfoy yelled at her, “Why are you looking at me like that!” , but no sound left his mouth as he opened it. Lenn grabbed her skirt and pulled it up, showing her white panties. Malfoy watched in horror as her mound was covered by a large hand. Tears were streaming down her face. She looked at him again, waiting. Her eyes were accusingly. Then Lenn moved the white fabric and began to stroke her. She broke her gaze and stared up at the ceiling. Small sounds were made in the back of her throat. Her hips began to buck. She emitted at harsh groan and that’s was when he left. Moved back and practically run from the library. Her panting followed him.


He woke feeling miserable that morning.


He moved towards her slowly and approached her from the side and she hadn’t notice him yet.

He stopped and hunched over her form.

“Starting without me I see.” He whispered in her ear.


Hermione flinched and snapped her neck in his direction.

“Malfoy! I didn’t hear you!” She searched his face. “Merlin, you scared me.”


He chuckled and gave her a smirk.

He leaned onto the table and looked at the piece of parchment.

And noticed her hand was trembling. He looked at her. She was doing her best not to look at him.


“Well I think we should describe our ideas on paper. And then map out everything. “ Hesitantly she looked at him. When he met her gaze she quickly looked back at the table.

This was interesting.


Malfoy sat himself across from her and glanced at the piece of parchment in front of her.

Her eyes shifted from the paper to his face. And then quickly down again.

He smirked. Hermione quirked an eyebrow.


“Do you want to give it a go?” She asked.

Malfoy raised his brow and grinned at her. “Give what a go, Granger?” His voice sounded amused.

Hermione turned scarlet. And began fidgeting with her sleeve.


“I…I mean, the preparations! For the Ball!” She quickly stuttered.

“Sure you do, Granger!” Malfoy said smoothly. He grinned at her wolfishly.


Her eyes were sparkling. “You know what I mean, Malfoy!” Her voice sounded annoyed.


“Well lets get on with it then. What have you done so far?” He shook his hair out of his eyes.


“I haven’t done that much really. Just a few ideas.”


Malfoy moved one arm up and leaned his head on it.


She glanced at him. His hair fell over his brow. The sunlight streaming through the window made it glow. She scowled on the inside. A stab of jealousy run through her while she stared at the soft locks grazing his forehead. ‘Stop looking at his stupid hair! It probably feels like ferret hair anyway!’ She took a deep breath and began speaking again.


“I have a really good picture in my head as to what it should look like.”

He was looking at her.


“I’ve started with the seating arrangements.” She continued.

“I think white should be the main colour. “ She raised her eyes and quickly started to speak again.

Malfoy looked at her intently, never looking away.


“Because, you know winter and snow and all that.”

Malfoy lifted his head and put both elbows on the desk. He folded his hands and rested his chin on top
.
Hermione looked warily at him.

He inched a little closer and she blinked.

“And uh....I. I think silver and..” She began squirming in her seat. She was the least bit comfortable.

“And gold will really..”

She paused again and gave him a confused look.

Why in the hell is he staring at me like that? I wish he wouldn’t. Nervously she licked her lips.

Oh, how he love to see her squirm like that! Malfoy watched the movement of her lips.

He definitely was ready to make her more uncomfortable.


“Could you not do that?” She suddenly stated.

“Do what, Granger?”


She took a deep breath and gave him a look that said ‘ you know damn-well what I’m talking about’.

He looked innocently up at her.


“I think we really should concentrate on this Malfoy!” She narrowed her eyes.

Suddenly he got up and moved round the table in her direction. She gasped.

He took a chair and planted it next to hers. His leg touched hers as he sat down. He didn’t remove it, to her chagrin. She moved a little in her seat.


Malfoy leaned in over the table in her direction. His hand moved to the parchment and he pulled it towards him. “Alright, let’s see.” He turned his body to her as he seemed to read what she had written.

Meanwhile Hermione could feel his body heat, which wasn’t a good thing. He was to close again!

She could just make out his scent. She inhaled deeply and a wave of sandalwood and fabric softener hit her. ‘He does smells nice.’ She stared at him while he had his eyes locked on the parchment.

His mouth was parted and his eyes cast downwards. If he didn’t scowl so much he actually looks quite decent. If you’d go for that pale, sharp , arrogant ‘I’m a God-everyone-worship-me‘ kind of look.

The heat from his leg seeped into hers and it was difficult to concentrate like this!

“What..” Her voice wavered and she cleared her throat.

“What do you think?”


“I think.” His head turned towards her, his eyes glittered mischievously.

“It’s to damn hot in here.” He pulled his sweater over his head.

Hermione her eyes widened. What the hell is he DOING?

Malfoy leaned his head back on his hand and turned towards Hermione again.

Her eyes took in his black t-shirt. She never seen him wear anything that casual.

He always was seen in his back expensive robe or his school uniform. She looked up at his face and he was looking at her again! His clear grey eyes sparkled and a warmth spread over her whole body.

She felt her cheeks flush and looked down at the table.

His other hand moved over the table towards her. She watched the movement and when he touched her hand she pulled back a little. Determined he took her hand in his and grazed phantom patterns on the back of her hand. It gave her Goosebumps all over. He took her hand in his and brought it to his face. Just before his lips touched the inside of her wrist she heard herself speak softly.


“What are you..”

“Hush, Granger. No talking.”


He opened his lips and put them on her wrist. The warmth of his mouth on her sensitive skin made her head spin. He gave her wrist open mouthed kisses and it made her tingle.

Suddenly she remembered her own promise never to get in these kind of situations with Malfoy again. So much for that promise. His tongue licked her and then she felt his teeth softly bite down.

A soft sigh escaped her lips. His gaze shifted to her face and he grinned. Suddenly he grabbed for her and dragged her onto his lap. Hermione put both hands on his chest to steady herself.


She tried to move off his lap, but he held her very tight. She looked at him and he held her gaze. He was not planning on letting her go. She pushed against his chest, but he would take her arms more forceful, preventing from moving. His eyes bored into her own and then he pulled her closer. One hand moved to her face and took hold of her chin. His face was level with hers now and his lips moved forward. She heard him whisper “let it happen” and then his lips were on hers.

Slowly he moved his lips. The kiss was tender and it surprised her.

His hand rested on her hip while he used his other hand to hold her face in place. He licked her lips and slowly she opened up. Hermione had a nagging feeling she shouldn’t be doing this, but as his tongue found hers, all thought escaped her mind. A warm feeling in her lower body began to build.

Her arms rested softly on his chest, no longer straining to push him away.


His grip on her tightened and his other hand moved to her face as well. Both hands cupped her face while he began to ravish her mouth. He tilted her head to get better access.

His lips covered hers completely and it felt like he wanted to devour her. A feeling of utter need made Hermione grab his shirt and push her mouth harder against his. Malfoy made a sound in the back of his throat. A pleasurable feeling shot through her core.


Her hands were fisted in his shirt, but moved to his face. Malfoy pulled her hips closer and she moved forward, one leg one either side. Their body’s were touching and Hermione marvelled at the heat Malfoy radiated. Her hands touched his hair and she run her fingers through his blonde locks. Malfoy closed his arms around her small waist. As Hermione shifted her weight a bit Malfoy uttered a grunt. Then she felt the swell of his erection against her core. Hermione felt hot all over and her head was spinning faster and faster. She could feel her panties turning damp. She moved her hips again and a moan escaped his lips.

Abruptly Malfoy pulled her up by her sweater and dragged her towards the rug in front of the fire.

He pushed her down and attacked her mouth again. Malfoy knelt between her legs. Hermione pulled a leg up and rubbed it experimentally between his legs. Malfoy groaned and Hermione felt the heat sore through her nether region. God his voice alone made her wet. She knew she wanted to hear him moan again. Her hand moved between his legs and she felt for his erection. When her hand rubbed his member Malfoy moved back up and looked at her. He looked dazed and surprised.


Hermione pushed Malfoy to the side and moved her body next to his. Malfoy lifted his head.

“What..?” Hermione pulled her knee up and over his hardened member and he groaned loudly.

He lay his head back down and closed his eyes.


Hermione looked at his pants and the swell of his dick. She moved a hand over it and saw it twitch. Looking back over at his face she saw he had his eyes shut and his brows were furrowed in pleasure.

She rubbed again and his mouth opened is a silent groan. Through his trousers she took hold of him. It felt firm, even through his pants. She needed more. This wasn’t enough.

She pulled at his button and his hand shot out to her hand. Hermione looked up and his eyes were open and looking at her. “God…wait..”

He pulled up and grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in with hungry lips. He pushed her down to devour her mouth once more. Then he broke away and opened his pants. Hermione pushed him down again and looked at his opened pants. Her hand felt inside. She glanced at him when she felt his erection.

He looked at her and she looked back with big innocent eyes. He could feel her warm hand on his throbbing erection. He closed his eyes from her intense amber orbs.


“God…you don’t even know what you do to me, do you?”


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A.N.: Is this a hot chapter or what?? Wondering what happens next? Wait for my update!! Shouldn't take that long...