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Lips of an Angel
LIPS OF AN ANGEL
Lyrics : Hinder
Characters : JK Rowling
Disclaimer : I only own these items in my little world of delusion. It’s a wonderful world…no passports required to visit it.
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honey why are you calling me so late
it's kinda hard to talk right now
honey why are you crying is everything okay
i gotta whisper cause i can't be too loud
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“I received your note.” Hermione said softly, as she approached Draco standing between the shelves of books on the history of magic. She loved this section of the library and quite often, in her free time, made her way here if only to touch the books. There was real magic in knowing that the fingers of the most powerful wizards and witches had also once touched many of these artfully bound books.
Draco looked up at her, his pale face peaked only with a hint of colour on the tip of his nose and around his eyes.
“What’s wrong? You look terrible.” Hermione rushed over to Draco, only to find herself held away at arm’s reach. Surprise crossed her face as her fists involuntarily clenched at the subtle rejection.
“I can’t really tell you right now.” Draco whispered, his voice laced with pain.
“But your note said…”
“I know what it said. I wrote it.” Draco snapped at her quietly. “But I didn’t mean for you to seek me out right now.”
“Urgent.” Hermione finished her sentence. “Urgent implies that time is of the essence.”
“Nothing you can do anyway.” The young man muttered.
“Try me.” Hermione challenged.
“Look, my housemates are two rows over on one side and yours aren’t that far away either.” Draco tried to reason with Hermione.
Hermione grabbed a book just in case they needed another excuse like the last time they were caught in between the shelves. Draco shook his head.
“Even Parkinson’s not that dumb, Princess.” His mouth gave a tight smile. “Look, something happened and I just wanted…to talk…you know.”
Hermione watched carefully as Draco looked down at his feet, one booted foot slowly rubbed the carpeting beneath it. If she didn’t know better, Hermione would have sworn that Draco was nervous, as well as upset, but she just didn’t know the cause for either and that bothered her.
“Meet me down by the Quidditch pitch in two hours.” Hermione said.
Draco looked up at her, confusion evident in his yes.
“You can tell me then. No one’s scheduled to practice at that time, right?”
Draco nodded.
Hermione reached out and gently touched Draco’s arm. Her fingers wrapped around the limb and squeezed lightly, as if silently willing him to be strong until then. Draco bit his lip and blinked at her. His free hand reached up and covered Hermione’s own, silently thanking her.
Smiling softly, Hermione left him to stand alone once again. He idly wondered how many other wizards and witches had stood in this very spot…alone.
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well, my girls in the next room
sometimes i wish she was you
i guess we never really moved on
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As Draco approached his housemates seated nearby, Pansy’s rough laughter reached his ears. She really did laugh like a mandrake shrieked, he noticed and wryly imagined Parkinson’s reaction if he were to voice those thoughts out loud. No doubt the insult would reach his father’s ears in record time and the punishment would be two-fold – Pansy’s sulking attitude and his father’s creatively cruel actions.
The Slytherin reclaimed his seat by eyeing Goyle. The chubby boy quickly surrendered it to Malfoy, fearing the wrath of the blonde young man. Draco thought of how much every one compared him to his father and expected him to match the elder Malfoy when it came to viciousness and cruelty. After all, they were supposedly two pumpkins on the same vine, weren’t they?
Pansy leaned over and allowed her leg to brush up against Draco. Suppressing a shudder, Draco found himself wishing that Hermione was in Parkinson’s spot instead. He was allowed to touch that Slytherin creature who called herself a woman but Granger, a real woman and lady, was off-limits in the eyes of his housemates.
((I’m becoming too attached to her. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She was supposed to be a shag, a fun time…instead…she’s become…more.))
Draco noticed Zabini watching him carefully, a small smirk pasted on the Italian’s face. Arching a blond eyebrow as if taunting Blaise to call him out, Draco shifted in his chair. Why would it be so bad to publicly announce their relationship?
((Oh, let’s see…the taunts, the jeers, the sneers, the snide remarks. You made an offer of friendship to Potter once in your first year and were promptly dismissed. Since then you’ve done your best to make his life a living hell. His kind won’t exactly welcome you with open arms.))
Crude laughter brought Draco back to the present and he watched as his housemates charmed some hand-drawn stick figures into doing some pretty lewd acts.
((And let’s focus on our own house, shall we?)) His mind mocked. ((We’ve never beaten Gryffindor at Quidditch since Potter came here. Gryffindor took the house cup away from us. And they’re too disgustingly honest and good-natured. Not exactly qualities we look for in friends now, is it?))
Draco stifled a sigh. When did relationships become so hexingly complicated?
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it's really good to hear your voice saying my name
it sounds so sweet
coming from the lips of an angel
hearing those words it makes me weak
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“I was wondering when you would show up.” Hermione grinned at Draco who approached cautiously.
“Was held back by my housemates. Apparently they’ve determined that making hand-drawn stickers do some muggle dance called the limbo is very entertaining. When I left, they were in the fourth round.”
“Fascinating.” Hermione drawled out.
“That’s what I thought.” Draco ran a hand through his pale strands.
“Come on, I conjured up a little private area under the stands.” Hermione grabbed one of Draco’s hands, leaving him little choice but to follow her. Not that he minded. They hadn’t even had sex and he was feeling content again. He frowned as he tagged along behind Hermione. He shouldn’t have sent that note. He shouldn’t be here talking to her. He should just go and call this whole thing off. The Slytherin felt torn between what he wanted to do and what he should do.
Draco stopped when he realized that Hermione had started pointing out things to him. He looked around and saw that while they were truly under the stands – Hufflepuff if the yellow material was any indication – Hermione had created a sofa with some blankets and a table where two mugs of hot chocolate steamed nicely along with a small plate of biscuits.
“Nice.” Draco admitted.
Smiling her thanks, Hermione tugged Draco over to the couch.
“Sit. Drink. Eat. Talk.” She ordered as she pushed him down onto the plush piece of furniture.
“Are you always this bossy, Granger?” Draco quipped, settling down.
“Only when I know that you’re not going to tell me on your own what has you so upset.” Hermione countered.
“Oh, I see. You think to make me comfortable, ply me with sweets and I’ll just give into your demands?”
“You mean it won’t work?” Hermione batted her eyes coyly.
“I didn’t say that.” Draco smirked and pulled Hermione into his lap. She leaned down and pulled some of the soft blankets around them, keeping them warm.
“Draco…” Hermione started.
“I know.” His arms tightened around Hermione’s waist. “Just give me a moment to enjoy this. Please.”
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and i never wanna say goodbye
but girl you make it hard to be faithful
with the lips of an angel
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“I received an owl from my father.” Draco began. His voice was tight with anger and pain. “Next month, he wants me to attend a meeting.”
“What kind of meeting?” Hermione asked. Draco’s silent response sank in. “Oh.”
“Yeah…oh.” The young Slytherin sighed heavily. “I don’t know what to do. I mean, my father has groomed me for this moment.”
“I’d hardly consider the way he treats you to be considered grooming, Draco.” Hermione bit out.
“I didn’t say he was perfect, Princess. But he is my father and this is what he wants of me.”
“And do you want for yourself?”
“Happiness.” Draco said immediately. Both were shocked at his answer.
Hermione was the first to recover.
“And what will make you happy?”
“I don’t know.”
“If his message about attending the meeting has you so upset, Draco, do you think that you’re happy about it?” She asked softly.
“I suppose not.”
“Are you happy now?” Hermione questioned.
Draco smiled. He had Hermione in his lap, it was sunny outside even if there was late winter snow on the ground, she had conjured up this little nest for them.
“Yes.” He said slowly. “I believe I am.”
“That’s good.” Hermione sighed as she snuggled into Draco’s arms.
“But that doesn’t help my dilemma.” Draco pointed out. “Do I go to the meeting and become what my father wishes of me or do I refuse and throw out all of his hopes for me?”
“What does he hope for you, Draco?” Hermione leaned up and turned to face Draco, her eyes narrow in accusation. “Nothing against your father, but he cares for no one but himself. He wants you to stand beside him as one of Voldemort’s Death Eaters. He wants to cause destruction in the magical world. He wants to kill all of those that aren’t pure in his eyes. He wants to kill me.”
Draco’s eyes widened. Sure, he had tormented Granger in their younger years but he never truly wished to see her dead. Not in his heart. Draco realized in that instant how different from his father he truly was. He could never be what Lucius Malfoy wanted of him. But if he tried…maybe he could get close…close enough for his father to see that Draco was worthy of his love and respect. And if he had that, he could fight for Hermione to be exempt from the Death Eater’s prowls and torments. She would be safe.
“Did I thank you yet for creating this?” Draco smiled and pulled Hermione back into his lap.
The Gryffindor nodded as she settled back into his arms. Draco passed her a cookie and idly stroked her hair as she chewed the snack. Hermione realized that their discussion had many loose ends, but she was willing to give Draco the space he needed to think about his wants and those of his father.
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it's funny that you're calling me tonight
and yes i've dreamt of you too
and does he know you're talking to me
will it start a fight
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“Do Weasel and Potty know you’re here?” Draco asked, finally breaking their comfortable silence.
“That’s a silly question.” Hermione chided gently. “Does your father know that you talk to me?”
Draco chuckled.
“What are we doing?” Hermione softly asked. “I mean, we both admit that this can go no where. We’re beyond opposites in personalities. Our very foundations oppose each other. And yet, I…”
Draco tensed at Hermione’s break.
“You what?” He asked.
“I can’t help myself. I want to spend time with you. You’re intelligent, complex…nothing against Ron and Harry, but they can be rather one-dimensional.”
“I don’t believe this.” Draco kidded. “Hermione Granger is saying that I’m not shallow.”
“I’m not saying that!” Came the protest. “Your shallowness is part of your complexity.”
“Nice save, Princess.” Draco rolled his eyes. “Just admit it, you like me.”
Hermione paused. That was risky…to admit something like that to her enemy.
“Okay, I like you.” She said quickly, waiting for the laughter to start. Her eyes were closed as she expected Slytherins to pop out from behind the wooden beams supporting the stands, taunting and jeering at her.
“I like you, too.” Draco said softly. Hermione opened her eyes just in time to see Draco leaning down to kiss her. It was gentle and filled with a promise. Hermione didn’t know what that promise was but she allowed her heart to reach out and accept what Draco offered. His hands skimmed along under Hermione’s sweater, her skin warming to his touch. Draco nearly lost control when he heard Hermione purr against his mouth. That sound danced around him, spurring him on to more passion.
Opening his legs, Hermione’s slight body fit more intimately against his. He gasped as she rubbed up against his arousal and gently clawed the back of his neck, urging him to deepen his kisses. He was only too happy to oblige.
Happy?
Yes, he was happy with Hermione under his hands and her tongue in his mouth. Yes, life didn’t get much better than that.
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no i don't think she has a clue
well my girls in the next room
sometimes i wish she was you
i guess we never really moved on
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“Who’s that?” Hermione bolted up out of Draco’s arms.
He listened.
“Parkinson.” He muttered.
“I thought there was no practice right now.”
“Of course there isn’t. If there was a Slytherin practice, I would have known.”
“Some one else then?”
“Why would Pansy watch another team practice?” Draco frowned.
“Well, we’re stuck here until they leave.” Hermione pointed out and cast a silencing spell over their little hideout.
“I can think of worse punishments.” He mildly joked as he tried to see through gaps in the fabric of the Hufflepuff colours. “Ironically, it’s Hufflepuff.’
“Still doesn’t answer why she’d be here watching them. Is she going to do something to them?” Hermione’s voice was tinged with concern.
“Not on her own. Parkinson’s strength comes only when she’s surrounded by those she perceives as her peers.”
“Maybe she’s seeing someone on the Hufflepuff team.”
Draco jumped in shock.
“She would never do that! It’s too ludicrous an idea!”
“Just like a Slytherin and a Gryffindor.”
“Yes, exactly like a Slyther…oh.” Draco blushed.
Hermione smirked at him.
Draco frowned suddenly.
“She was in my lap just the other night and now she’s here.”
“She was what?” Hermione’s voice rose.
“In my lap.” Draco remarked absently.
“Indeed.”
Draco winced at the cold tone.
“I all but pushed her off.”
“Uh huh.”
“Seriously, Granger, right now you’re the only one in my lap.”
“Right now.”
“We have a deal.” Draco reminded her. “And while I do like you, I will honour that deal.”
“So if I find someone I really want, you’ll let me go?” Hermione’s eyes were wide in disbelief at his callousness.
Draco nodded.
Well, two could play this game.
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it's really good to hear your voice saying my name
it sounds so sweet
coming from the lips of an angel
hearing those words it makes me weak
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“Remember on the walk into Hogsmeade when I said I wanted you?” Hermione prompted. His eyes told her that he did. “Well, I want you…right now.”
“I’m here.” Draco reminded her.
“I want you, Draco.” Hermione said slowly.
“Oh.” Draco gulped. “But…uh…what about…you know…them?”
He dipped his head towards the direction of the Quidditch pitch.
“I was paying attention in Flitwick’s class and know how to cast a silencing charm that will last, Draco.”
“But…”
“Never thought you’d be afraid of a little possible exhibitionism, Malfoy.” She taunted, leaning down to cup him in her tiny hands.
“Hey!” Draco jumped, startled at Hermione’s forwardness.
“What’s wrong, Draco?”
“Nothing.” His voiced sounded a little higher even to his own ears. “Uhh…what…what are you doing?”
“What does it look like, Draco?” Hermione’s taunting voice continued. Her hands parted his robes undid his belt quickly.
Draco found himself rendered speechless as he felt cool air brush up against his lower abdomen. Glancing down, he saw Hermione watching his erection with a very curious gleam in her eyes and that made him some what nervous. He closed his eyes.
“Uh, look…Princess…I don’t know what you’re thinking…or planning…but…argh!” Silken hair brushed up against him followed immediately by an even silkier mouth on the tip of his erection. “Sweet Merlin.”
Hermione delicately inhaled as she ran her tongue over the swollen tip. Even down “there”, Malfoy smelled good. Humming her pleasure at this discovery, Hermione took more of Draco into her mouth. Draco’s hands found their way down to Hermione and tangled themselves within her riotous waves of brown and burnt gold.
Draco opened his eyes and looked down. He nearly came seeing Hermione’s tongue rhythmically stroking his length. Sweet Circe, but he had never seen such an erotic sight before.
“Like I said,” Hermione whispered, gently nipping his tip. “I want you. I want to taste you.”
Oh my. Draco’s mind shut down with Hermione’s words. So simple. So powerful.
Hermione’s wet mouth closed over him again, taking him deeper into her. She rolled her tongue along him when she had taken as much as she could. With a free hand, she stroked the exposed base of his erection. Working together, her mouth and fingers worked him so sensually, Draco found himself panting Hermione’s name, intermingled with gasps praising Merlin and the restricted section of the library. Where else could she have learned this?
“Instinct…and I heard the Gryffindor girls talking.”
((Oops…asked my question out loud.))
“Gryff…Gryff…oooooh.”
“Talk later, Draco…right now, this is all about me wanting you.”
“Keep that up, Princess, and in a minute I’ll give you all I have.”
Hermione chuckled softly and Draco realized how erotic it felt to have that warm breath surround his member.
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and i never wanna say goodbye
but girl you make it hard to be faithful
with the lips of an angel
“Enough.” Draco whispered, his hands on Hermione’s shoulders asking her stop.
“Am I doing something wrong?” She asked, worried.
“No. You’re doing everything right…too right.”
“And that’s…bad?” Hermione questioned.
“No. I just want…” Draco stopped. What did he want? “I want you, too. But not here with the Hippogriff team practicing above us.”
“Hufflepuff.” Hermione corrected the insult automatically.
“Same thing. I want this to be between us.”
“You don’t want to be caught.” Hermione sat up and scowled at Draco. “You’re embarrassed!”
“No. You deserve more than a quick shag or to give me a blow job…albeit a very good blow job…under the stands like this was just some one time thing.”
Hermione’s raised a dark eyebrow.
“Okay, look, I admit that I originally intended this…us…to be one time, but I think we’ve both established that it’s more than that. And as such, I’m trying to show you the respect that you deserve.” Draco realized how difficult was to sound magnanimous while doing up his pants. “Look, just come back here, into my arms. I need to feel you.”
“I can do that.” Hermione sighed as she leaned back into her favourite Slytherin. “But I still want you.”
“And I you…but you deserve more than here…as nice as you’ve done at creating this little space for us.”
Hermione snuggled into Draco’s embrace, rather touched at his gallant behaviour. Who would ever believe that he was capable of actually respecting a woman? Of course, who would ever believe that they, of all people, would enter into any form of relationship where hatred did not run rampant?
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
it's really good to hear your voice saying my name
it sounds so sweet
coming from the lips of an angel
hearing those words it makes me weak
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“We need to go.” Hermione said sadly. “Curfew is almost here and while we’ve managed to sneak around before, we shouldn’t tempt fate.”
“True.” Draco nodded, nuzzling Hermione’s neck. “I’d rather tempt you.”
Sighing, Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco’s waist and savoured his heat and affection.
“I’ll send a response to my father tonight.” Draco said quietly.
Hermione didn’t ask what the response would be. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to know.
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and i never wanna say goodbye
but girl you make it hard to be faithful
with the lips of an angel
(and i never wanna say goodbye)
but girl you make it so hard to be faithful
with the lips of an angel
honey why are you calling me so late
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Hermione looked around the owlery carefully. The full moon shone down on the resting spot for the creatures of flight, allowing her to see where she was walking, but the corners were draped in dark shadows and any one could be hiding in them.
She hesitated, knowing that to call his name out only to find that someone else was there instead would be fool-hardy and Hermione Granger was anything but that. Instead, she made her way to the centre of the small barn-like structure and stood where a ring of silver light was cast on the floor.
Hearing soft footsteps behind her, Hermione whirled around, wand pointed outwards and a charm balanced on the tip of her lips.
Moonlight reflected off of pale blond hair and a paler face.
“Draco?” She questioned. “So it was…oomph!”
Hermione found herself quickly pulled up against Draco’s body and her mouth devoured by his. His hands pinned her, giving her no room to fight or reciprocate. All she could do was stand and be ravaged by his passion.
Hermione’s wand fell to the floor with a soft clatter.
Lyrics : Hinder
Characters : JK Rowling
Disclaimer : I only own these items in my little world of delusion. It’s a wonderful world…no passports required to visit it.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
honey why are you calling me so late
it's kinda hard to talk right now
honey why are you crying is everything okay
i gotta whisper cause i can't be too loud
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“I received your note.” Hermione said softly, as she approached Draco standing between the shelves of books on the history of magic. She loved this section of the library and quite often, in her free time, made her way here if only to touch the books. There was real magic in knowing that the fingers of the most powerful wizards and witches had also once touched many of these artfully bound books.
Draco looked up at her, his pale face peaked only with a hint of colour on the tip of his nose and around his eyes.
“What’s wrong? You look terrible.” Hermione rushed over to Draco, only to find herself held away at arm’s reach. Surprise crossed her face as her fists involuntarily clenched at the subtle rejection.
“I can’t really tell you right now.” Draco whispered, his voice laced with pain.
“But your note said…”
“I know what it said. I wrote it.” Draco snapped at her quietly. “But I didn’t mean for you to seek me out right now.”
“Urgent.” Hermione finished her sentence. “Urgent implies that time is of the essence.”
“Nothing you can do anyway.” The young man muttered.
“Try me.” Hermione challenged.
“Look, my housemates are two rows over on one side and yours aren’t that far away either.” Draco tried to reason with Hermione.
Hermione grabbed a book just in case they needed another excuse like the last time they were caught in between the shelves. Draco shook his head.
“Even Parkinson’s not that dumb, Princess.” His mouth gave a tight smile. “Look, something happened and I just wanted…to talk…you know.”
Hermione watched carefully as Draco looked down at his feet, one booted foot slowly rubbed the carpeting beneath it. If she didn’t know better, Hermione would have sworn that Draco was nervous, as well as upset, but she just didn’t know the cause for either and that bothered her.
“Meet me down by the Quidditch pitch in two hours.” Hermione said.
Draco looked up at her, confusion evident in his yes.
“You can tell me then. No one’s scheduled to practice at that time, right?”
Draco nodded.
Hermione reached out and gently touched Draco’s arm. Her fingers wrapped around the limb and squeezed lightly, as if silently willing him to be strong until then. Draco bit his lip and blinked at her. His free hand reached up and covered Hermione’s own, silently thanking her.
Smiling softly, Hermione left him to stand alone once again. He idly wondered how many other wizards and witches had stood in this very spot…alone.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
well, my girls in the next room
sometimes i wish she was you
i guess we never really moved on
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
As Draco approached his housemates seated nearby, Pansy’s rough laughter reached his ears. She really did laugh like a mandrake shrieked, he noticed and wryly imagined Parkinson’s reaction if he were to voice those thoughts out loud. No doubt the insult would reach his father’s ears in record time and the punishment would be two-fold – Pansy’s sulking attitude and his father’s creatively cruel actions.
The Slytherin reclaimed his seat by eyeing Goyle. The chubby boy quickly surrendered it to Malfoy, fearing the wrath of the blonde young man. Draco thought of how much every one compared him to his father and expected him to match the elder Malfoy when it came to viciousness and cruelty. After all, they were supposedly two pumpkins on the same vine, weren’t they?
Pansy leaned over and allowed her leg to brush up against Draco. Suppressing a shudder, Draco found himself wishing that Hermione was in Parkinson’s spot instead. He was allowed to touch that Slytherin creature who called herself a woman but Granger, a real woman and lady, was off-limits in the eyes of his housemates.
((I’m becoming too attached to her. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She was supposed to be a shag, a fun time…instead…she’s become…more.))
Draco noticed Zabini watching him carefully, a small smirk pasted on the Italian’s face. Arching a blond eyebrow as if taunting Blaise to call him out, Draco shifted in his chair. Why would it be so bad to publicly announce their relationship?
((Oh, let’s see…the taunts, the jeers, the sneers, the snide remarks. You made an offer of friendship to Potter once in your first year and were promptly dismissed. Since then you’ve done your best to make his life a living hell. His kind won’t exactly welcome you with open arms.))
Crude laughter brought Draco back to the present and he watched as his housemates charmed some hand-drawn stick figures into doing some pretty lewd acts.
((And let’s focus on our own house, shall we?)) His mind mocked. ((We’ve never beaten Gryffindor at Quidditch since Potter came here. Gryffindor took the house cup away from us. And they’re too disgustingly honest and good-natured. Not exactly qualities we look for in friends now, is it?))
Draco stifled a sigh. When did relationships become so hexingly complicated?
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
it's really good to hear your voice saying my name
it sounds so sweet
coming from the lips of an angel
hearing those words it makes me weak
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“I was wondering when you would show up.” Hermione grinned at Draco who approached cautiously.
“Was held back by my housemates. Apparently they’ve determined that making hand-drawn stickers do some muggle dance called the limbo is very entertaining. When I left, they were in the fourth round.”
“Fascinating.” Hermione drawled out.
“That’s what I thought.” Draco ran a hand through his pale strands.
“Come on, I conjured up a little private area under the stands.” Hermione grabbed one of Draco’s hands, leaving him little choice but to follow her. Not that he minded. They hadn’t even had sex and he was feeling content again. He frowned as he tagged along behind Hermione. He shouldn’t have sent that note. He shouldn’t be here talking to her. He should just go and call this whole thing off. The Slytherin felt torn between what he wanted to do and what he should do.
Draco stopped when he realized that Hermione had started pointing out things to him. He looked around and saw that while they were truly under the stands – Hufflepuff if the yellow material was any indication – Hermione had created a sofa with some blankets and a table where two mugs of hot chocolate steamed nicely along with a small plate of biscuits.
“Nice.” Draco admitted.
Smiling her thanks, Hermione tugged Draco over to the couch.
“Sit. Drink. Eat. Talk.” She ordered as she pushed him down onto the plush piece of furniture.
“Are you always this bossy, Granger?” Draco quipped, settling down.
“Only when I know that you’re not going to tell me on your own what has you so upset.” Hermione countered.
“Oh, I see. You think to make me comfortable, ply me with sweets and I’ll just give into your demands?”
“You mean it won’t work?” Hermione batted her eyes coyly.
“I didn’t say that.” Draco smirked and pulled Hermione into his lap. She leaned down and pulled some of the soft blankets around them, keeping them warm.
“Draco…” Hermione started.
“I know.” His arms tightened around Hermione’s waist. “Just give me a moment to enjoy this. Please.”
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
and i never wanna say goodbye
but girl you make it hard to be faithful
with the lips of an angel
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“I received an owl from my father.” Draco began. His voice was tight with anger and pain. “Next month, he wants me to attend a meeting.”
“What kind of meeting?” Hermione asked. Draco’s silent response sank in. “Oh.”
“Yeah…oh.” The young Slytherin sighed heavily. “I don’t know what to do. I mean, my father has groomed me for this moment.”
“I’d hardly consider the way he treats you to be considered grooming, Draco.” Hermione bit out.
“I didn’t say he was perfect, Princess. But he is my father and this is what he wants of me.”
“And do you want for yourself?”
“Happiness.” Draco said immediately. Both were shocked at his answer.
Hermione was the first to recover.
“And what will make you happy?”
“I don’t know.”
“If his message about attending the meeting has you so upset, Draco, do you think that you’re happy about it?” She asked softly.
“I suppose not.”
“Are you happy now?” Hermione questioned.
Draco smiled. He had Hermione in his lap, it was sunny outside even if there was late winter snow on the ground, she had conjured up this little nest for them.
“Yes.” He said slowly. “I believe I am.”
“That’s good.” Hermione sighed as she snuggled into Draco’s arms.
“But that doesn’t help my dilemma.” Draco pointed out. “Do I go to the meeting and become what my father wishes of me or do I refuse and throw out all of his hopes for me?”
“What does he hope for you, Draco?” Hermione leaned up and turned to face Draco, her eyes narrow in accusation. “Nothing against your father, but he cares for no one but himself. He wants you to stand beside him as one of Voldemort’s Death Eaters. He wants to cause destruction in the magical world. He wants to kill all of those that aren’t pure in his eyes. He wants to kill me.”
Draco’s eyes widened. Sure, he had tormented Granger in their younger years but he never truly wished to see her dead. Not in his heart. Draco realized in that instant how different from his father he truly was. He could never be what Lucius Malfoy wanted of him. But if he tried…maybe he could get close…close enough for his father to see that Draco was worthy of his love and respect. And if he had that, he could fight for Hermione to be exempt from the Death Eater’s prowls and torments. She would be safe.
“Did I thank you yet for creating this?” Draco smiled and pulled Hermione back into his lap.
The Gryffindor nodded as she settled back into his arms. Draco passed her a cookie and idly stroked her hair as she chewed the snack. Hermione realized that their discussion had many loose ends, but she was willing to give Draco the space he needed to think about his wants and those of his father.
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it's funny that you're calling me tonight
and yes i've dreamt of you too
and does he know you're talking to me
will it start a fight
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“Do Weasel and Potty know you’re here?” Draco asked, finally breaking their comfortable silence.
“That’s a silly question.” Hermione chided gently. “Does your father know that you talk to me?”
Draco chuckled.
“What are we doing?” Hermione softly asked. “I mean, we both admit that this can go no where. We’re beyond opposites in personalities. Our very foundations oppose each other. And yet, I…”
Draco tensed at Hermione’s break.
“You what?” He asked.
“I can’t help myself. I want to spend time with you. You’re intelligent, complex…nothing against Ron and Harry, but they can be rather one-dimensional.”
“I don’t believe this.” Draco kidded. “Hermione Granger is saying that I’m not shallow.”
“I’m not saying that!” Came the protest. “Your shallowness is part of your complexity.”
“Nice save, Princess.” Draco rolled his eyes. “Just admit it, you like me.”
Hermione paused. That was risky…to admit something like that to her enemy.
“Okay, I like you.” She said quickly, waiting for the laughter to start. Her eyes were closed as she expected Slytherins to pop out from behind the wooden beams supporting the stands, taunting and jeering at her.
“I like you, too.” Draco said softly. Hermione opened her eyes just in time to see Draco leaning down to kiss her. It was gentle and filled with a promise. Hermione didn’t know what that promise was but she allowed her heart to reach out and accept what Draco offered. His hands skimmed along under Hermione’s sweater, her skin warming to his touch. Draco nearly lost control when he heard Hermione purr against his mouth. That sound danced around him, spurring him on to more passion.
Opening his legs, Hermione’s slight body fit more intimately against his. He gasped as she rubbed up against his arousal and gently clawed the back of his neck, urging him to deepen his kisses. He was only too happy to oblige.
Happy?
Yes, he was happy with Hermione under his hands and her tongue in his mouth. Yes, life didn’t get much better than that.
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no i don't think she has a clue
well my girls in the next room
sometimes i wish she was you
i guess we never really moved on
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“Who’s that?” Hermione bolted up out of Draco’s arms.
He listened.
“Parkinson.” He muttered.
“I thought there was no practice right now.”
“Of course there isn’t. If there was a Slytherin practice, I would have known.”
“Some one else then?”
“Why would Pansy watch another team practice?” Draco frowned.
“Well, we’re stuck here until they leave.” Hermione pointed out and cast a silencing spell over their little hideout.
“I can think of worse punishments.” He mildly joked as he tried to see through gaps in the fabric of the Hufflepuff colours. “Ironically, it’s Hufflepuff.’
“Still doesn’t answer why she’d be here watching them. Is she going to do something to them?” Hermione’s voice was tinged with concern.
“Not on her own. Parkinson’s strength comes only when she’s surrounded by those she perceives as her peers.”
“Maybe she’s seeing someone on the Hufflepuff team.”
Draco jumped in shock.
“She would never do that! It’s too ludicrous an idea!”
“Just like a Slytherin and a Gryffindor.”
“Yes, exactly like a Slyther…oh.” Draco blushed.
Hermione smirked at him.
Draco frowned suddenly.
“She was in my lap just the other night and now she’s here.”
“She was what?” Hermione’s voice rose.
“In my lap.” Draco remarked absently.
“Indeed.”
Draco winced at the cold tone.
“I all but pushed her off.”
“Uh huh.”
“Seriously, Granger, right now you’re the only one in my lap.”
“Right now.”
“We have a deal.” Draco reminded her. “And while I do like you, I will honour that deal.”
“So if I find someone I really want, you’ll let me go?” Hermione’s eyes were wide in disbelief at his callousness.
Draco nodded.
Well, two could play this game.
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it's really good to hear your voice saying my name
it sounds so sweet
coming from the lips of an angel
hearing those words it makes me weak
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“Remember on the walk into Hogsmeade when I said I wanted you?” Hermione prompted. His eyes told her that he did. “Well, I want you…right now.”
“I’m here.” Draco reminded her.
“I want you, Draco.” Hermione said slowly.
“Oh.” Draco gulped. “But…uh…what about…you know…them?”
He dipped his head towards the direction of the Quidditch pitch.
“I was paying attention in Flitwick’s class and know how to cast a silencing charm that will last, Draco.”
“But…”
“Never thought you’d be afraid of a little possible exhibitionism, Malfoy.” She taunted, leaning down to cup him in her tiny hands.
“Hey!” Draco jumped, startled at Hermione’s forwardness.
“What’s wrong, Draco?”
“Nothing.” His voiced sounded a little higher even to his own ears. “Uhh…what…what are you doing?”
“What does it look like, Draco?” Hermione’s taunting voice continued. Her hands parted his robes undid his belt quickly.
Draco found himself rendered speechless as he felt cool air brush up against his lower abdomen. Glancing down, he saw Hermione watching his erection with a very curious gleam in her eyes and that made him some what nervous. He closed his eyes.
“Uh, look…Princess…I don’t know what you’re thinking…or planning…but…argh!” Silken hair brushed up against him followed immediately by an even silkier mouth on the tip of his erection. “Sweet Merlin.”
Hermione delicately inhaled as she ran her tongue over the swollen tip. Even down “there”, Malfoy smelled good. Humming her pleasure at this discovery, Hermione took more of Draco into her mouth. Draco’s hands found their way down to Hermione and tangled themselves within her riotous waves of brown and burnt gold.
Draco opened his eyes and looked down. He nearly came seeing Hermione’s tongue rhythmically stroking his length. Sweet Circe, but he had never seen such an erotic sight before.
“Like I said,” Hermione whispered, gently nipping his tip. “I want you. I want to taste you.”
Oh my. Draco’s mind shut down with Hermione’s words. So simple. So powerful.
Hermione’s wet mouth closed over him again, taking him deeper into her. She rolled her tongue along him when she had taken as much as she could. With a free hand, she stroked the exposed base of his erection. Working together, her mouth and fingers worked him so sensually, Draco found himself panting Hermione’s name, intermingled with gasps praising Merlin and the restricted section of the library. Where else could she have learned this?
“Instinct…and I heard the Gryffindor girls talking.”
((Oops…asked my question out loud.))
“Gryff…Gryff…oooooh.”
“Talk later, Draco…right now, this is all about me wanting you.”
“Keep that up, Princess, and in a minute I’ll give you all I have.”
Hermione chuckled softly and Draco realized how erotic it felt to have that warm breath surround his member.
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and i never wanna say goodbye
but girl you make it hard to be faithful
with the lips of an angel
“Enough.” Draco whispered, his hands on Hermione’s shoulders asking her stop.
“Am I doing something wrong?” She asked, worried.
“No. You’re doing everything right…too right.”
“And that’s…bad?” Hermione questioned.
“No. I just want…” Draco stopped. What did he want? “I want you, too. But not here with the Hippogriff team practicing above us.”
“Hufflepuff.” Hermione corrected the insult automatically.
“Same thing. I want this to be between us.”
“You don’t want to be caught.” Hermione sat up and scowled at Draco. “You’re embarrassed!”
“No. You deserve more than a quick shag or to give me a blow job…albeit a very good blow job…under the stands like this was just some one time thing.”
Hermione’s raised a dark eyebrow.
“Okay, look, I admit that I originally intended this…us…to be one time, but I think we’ve both established that it’s more than that. And as such, I’m trying to show you the respect that you deserve.” Draco realized how difficult was to sound magnanimous while doing up his pants. “Look, just come back here, into my arms. I need to feel you.”
“I can do that.” Hermione sighed as she leaned back into her favourite Slytherin. “But I still want you.”
“And I you…but you deserve more than here…as nice as you’ve done at creating this little space for us.”
Hermione snuggled into Draco’s embrace, rather touched at his gallant behaviour. Who would ever believe that he was capable of actually respecting a woman? Of course, who would ever believe that they, of all people, would enter into any form of relationship where hatred did not run rampant?
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it's really good to hear your voice saying my name
it sounds so sweet
coming from the lips of an angel
hearing those words it makes me weak
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“We need to go.” Hermione said sadly. “Curfew is almost here and while we’ve managed to sneak around before, we shouldn’t tempt fate.”
“True.” Draco nodded, nuzzling Hermione’s neck. “I’d rather tempt you.”
Sighing, Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco’s waist and savoured his heat and affection.
“I’ll send a response to my father tonight.” Draco said quietly.
Hermione didn’t ask what the response would be. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to know.
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and i never wanna say goodbye
but girl you make it hard to be faithful
with the lips of an angel
(and i never wanna say goodbye)
but girl you make it so hard to be faithful
with the lips of an angel
honey why are you calling me so late
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Hermione looked around the owlery carefully. The full moon shone down on the resting spot for the creatures of flight, allowing her to see where she was walking, but the corners were draped in dark shadows and any one could be hiding in them.
She hesitated, knowing that to call his name out only to find that someone else was there instead would be fool-hardy and Hermione Granger was anything but that. Instead, she made her way to the centre of the small barn-like structure and stood where a ring of silver light was cast on the floor.
Hearing soft footsteps behind her, Hermione whirled around, wand pointed outwards and a charm balanced on the tip of her lips.
Moonlight reflected off of pale blond hair and a paler face.
“Draco?” She questioned. “So it was…oomph!”
Hermione found herself quickly pulled up against Draco’s body and her mouth devoured by his. His hands pinned her, giving her no room to fight or reciprocate. All she could do was stand and be ravaged by his passion.
Hermione’s wand fell to the floor with a soft clatter.