Dancing With Dragons

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CHAPTER 14: Give it Away and It Wont Come Back



SUNDAY-

She woke from a horrible nightmare screaming. She was panting hard, sweat soaking her shirt, and she thought she heard footsteps coming closer to her bathroom door, but they stopped a few feet short and retreat. She didn’t need him anyway she thought dropping her wand back on to her nightstand.



From the moment she woke up she was anxious and up tight. She felt wrong, just off. The dream’s detailed events faded along with her sleep but the uneasy feeling, nestled in the pit of her stomach, was warning her it would stay all day.



She got dressed and put on her tightest pair of jeans. It felt good to be pulled in as tight as possible when the rest of her felt unraveled. She stared at herself in the mirror, which she had avoided as of late. The experience was unnerving because she didn’t feel like she looked. Though she was thinner, more tired, large bags under her eyes, and frizzy hair the image searing into her mind’s eye was still that of Hermione Granger. But Hermione Granger didn’t want to fuck a Malfoy, hell Hermione Granger never wanted to fuck anyone. Hermione Granger did not put her friends lives at risk for the greater good. She did not over look prejudice and injustice because she had a greater goal in mind.



If Hermione had looked at all like she felt she wouldn’t have been human at all. She would be a denatured protein she decided; unraveled and unhealable. She tired to shake that feeling. She had not lost everything about herself. Anyone would change with circumstances like these. Hell, she had changed over the years, but it had been a natural progression that stemmed from normal, well at least beneficial, experiences in her life. This was neither. She wondered if Harry felt like this or if she was just weak.



She headed down to the common room happy that she had done all her homework yesterday, there would be no way she could concentrate. At the same time she had nothing to do. The fear would eat at her all day.



“Granger…”



“WhaT?”



Malfoy gave her an unforgiving glare, but Hermione noticed that underneath it all there was stillness and cold exterior to Malfoy. Now Malfoy was always hard to read, but Hermione knew that when he went cold and still like that something was up, something that was bothering him. But what it was, was never up to debate. Malfoy gave nothing more away. It could be a homework problem, a girl problem, a family problem, or a social problem.



The level of unconcern radiating off him lead her to believe it was a bigger problem than homework or girls, but for Malfoy that didn’t really even the playing field. He was a man of many lives.



“I was going to invite you to have some breakfast.”



“No thanks.” She responded coolly wishing she had kept the note last night.



“You might want a good breakfast before you go out there.” He warned, but the usual smirk that should have played along his lips was missing.



She grabbed an apple, “Ooooo scary Malfoy. Like I said yesterday I don’t need you to watch my back.”



“Don’t worry Granger the only reason I am going to be watching your back side is to stare at the amazing arse. Lets hope it stays in once piece before I get some.”



She growled, but kept walking towards the door. “Fuck you Malfoy.” Though getting in a duel with Malfoy would feel nice she needed to be injury free for tonight.



As she stepped through the portrait door and a white stack of papers was waiting for her. On the top there was a note that said “Up to no good.” She tapped the paper repeating the words and found Her, Ron, and Harry’s smiling face and their names printed in gold flashy letter, she screamed. As she scooped the paper up to read it she heard Malfoy’s laughter. Shit did he know?



She stormed back into the dorm. “Do you think this is funny?”



“No. I haven’t seen it.”



“Than what was with all the cryptic shit about needing a good breakfast?”



“I’ve got people Granger, we’ve heard the rumors. Can’t seem to get the papers to work for us, but I have reliable sources. There will be an uproar when they find out and the rumor is your pretty little pictures is all over it. Sure you don’t want me to watch your…back?



“Fuck off.” She slammed the porthole shut.



She pulled herself into a dark corner and read….



THE TRIO DOWN TO ONE: WHERE HAVE ALL THE HEROS GONE? (fucking dramatic she hissed in her mind)



Students, teachers, everyone is wondering where the famous Harry Potter and his sidekick Ron Weasley went. It is the question on everybody’s mind these days, as our lives grow harder and more desperate. Where is the savior of our world, the boy who lived? If ever there were a time for his heroism would not be now while we are beaten, injustices at every turn, out families taken or imprisoned?



Theories of his disappearance are as wild and varied as the beauty of Vela. One source calms that Potter had been killed, but for the moral of the county it has been kept a secret. While it seemed a viable theory in the beginning of the year certainly the minister who, though clams other wise, has been taken over by the Dark Forces would have certainly jumped at the chance to revel in this misfortune? Why leave even leave a sliver of hope? It could be that even the ministry doesn’t know of his death, or they are awaiting a better time when it would destroy us instead of handicap us. And there is the evidence that not a soul has heard directly from Potter himself, or at least that anyone of us know of.



There is the other theory that Potter has left us all to fend for ourselves. Could it be that the boy who once always seemed at the center of it all would run out on us? Surely no, but than why hasn’t he come forward. If it were indeed cowardice that led to his flight it would explain why we haven’t heard from him. Harry Potter, though controversially, has always been a symbol of hope, but not even his best friend Hermione Granger has heard from the boy? Is she lying or have he and Ron left her behind? This leads to an even bigger mystery, why would the trio leave with out their third? (Hermione felt tears of anger and hurt well up).



Of course there are always a banned of loyal supporter who speak for Harry and Ron. They curse our questions and claim that he is out there right now fighting for us. I would and truly believe this to be the case, but the question still remains where have all out heroes gone?







She was shaking with anger. Was she not a good enough hero for them right now? Wasn’t she working with DA and McGonagall to keep them a save as possible? How could they doubt Harry and Ron when they had proven themselves time and time again? How could someone who was suppose to be on their side risk her like this? While it was seemed doubtful, from what Malfoy had said, that any teacher would be able to get any further than the front page it was all they needed to suspect her!



She tore the paper and burned it. When she was sure ever piece was burned, destined to rot in hell forever, she ran.



If it had been possible to kick the portrait of the Gryffindor Tower open she would have done so, but instead she slammed it open with all her strength. She could feel her power and anger roll around her, entering the room before she did.



Every person in the common room, which was pretty much every Gryffindor because no one liked to leave the dorms these days, was staring at her. Many of them had a paper in their hands. She grabbed one from a third year.



She climbed on the long center table and towered over everyone. She saw the few smiles fade. They must have realized she wasn’t happy like they had suspected. She noticed Neville, Dean, and Ginny starting towards her, but she stopped them in their tracks with a look.



She held up the paper, “I BET you all think this is really bloody clever. To have my face headlining this unsanctioned, illegal PAPER!” She was screaming. “While I am no stranger to fighting back I am sick and tired of hearing about HARRY AND RON! How dare any of you question their loyalty! Harry, no we all have, sacrificed and given every ounce of what we have to do the best by you all. While Ron and me had a choice to walk a way Harry was never given that opportunity. AND even if he were given an out now he wouldn’t take it. I don’t care if you get it and I don’t care if the lot of you agree with it, but I’ll be damned if I let another one of you trash his name. You don’t want to fight along side of him, hmmmmm? Well there is the door. Head down to the dungeons and see how long you last.”



“Who said we wanted Potter as out leader.” Some one shouted all eyes and ears for her. There were even a few nods and mummers of agreement. She was absolutely going to lose it.



“Who said you didn’t? You all cheered him along when he was looking good, when he was doing something for you. Now when he needs your support the most you’ll loose faith in him. It’s been five months and you’ve given up on him? What do you want him to do storm in here and save the day? No matter if he is the boy who survived, one against them all would fail.”



“It’s only right to question. To wonder where he is?”



She calmed a bit. “I am not saying that, but don’t question his loyalty. If I know nothing else I know he wouldn’t leave us, and if he’s not here its for a good reason.”



“Why can’t we know? We are suffering just as much.” she highly doubted that “Why don’t you know?”



“I don’t know. I don’t have answers to your questions, but I know in my heart he is out there right now fighting for us! I don’t wont to see another article like this. And I know at least one of you in here had something to do with this so you tell your writers if I see my name in bold print on the front cover again, without my permission, I’ll personally hunt them down. They’ll wish Snape got to them first.”



“How can you say that when you’ve done nothing but preach fighting against those who prosecute us?” A tall fifth year yelled.



“I am not saying we can’t fight, but you shouldn’t risk others without asking. At least you could have put my picture in the center. Someone could just look over your shoulder and read it! I think the paper is a great idea. You don’t have to believe in the boy who lived, or the boy who is the savior of our world, but you should believe in Harry Potter the boy.” She stepped down quite done with the whole thing.



People started to swarm her, but Ginny and the gang got to her first and pulled her out of the common room. Outside the safety of those walls no one seemed to want to follow her. No one spoke until they reached the prefect’s bathroom. They had started using it sometimes, because apparently all the Slytherin prefects got even nicer commendations.



Dean started in on her first, “well that was bloody brilliant performance.”



“Shove off, you could have warned me my sparking bloody face was going to be all over the cover. How can you even stand to read that shit!”



“It’s only natural to question.”



She spun on Neville. “Not you too?”



“It’s not that,” Ginny started, “we know that Harry it out there, but they’re all scared and they don’t know.”



“Bloody stupid to say that shit Hermione. Now people will think defiantly know. Did you ever think that their questioning might help Harry?”



She hadn’t, but it didn’t matter at the moment. “I didn’t give anything away. I can’t take it that they have all lost faith in him so soon. It is so demoralizing. We need them to believe if were to keep everyone on the right path, keep them hopeful.”



“Agreed,” said Ginny, “but that’s not what matters right now. Listen, me and Luna got the password. We’re going to wait to hear it again to night before you all come, but if all the scouting has taught us anything it’s that Snape only changes it once a week. Thinks he is so un-bloody touchable. And this fighting is not what we need.”



“Thats true Ginny, but what we don’t need more is them to come looking for me. When they figure it all out they’ll come looking for me first.” She started on Dean. “Ever think that on the eve of retrieving the sword having me as an enemy number one might not be helpful to Harry?”



“I didn’t know they were going to put your face all over the cover. At the time having it come out the same day it was a great idea.”



“It still is,” Neville jumped in. “I might be a minor set back if they come looking for Hermione, but it could really benefit us too.” Everyone was listening. “Listen Dean you need to gather as many of those papers as you can. Hermione we’re are going to take them with us. If for some reason Snape catch us we’ll say we were going to plaster them all over the walls. Bug the hell out of him that he couldn’t figure out how to make it work.”



“I don’t want to get them in trouble,” Hermione stated, though really thinking it was a rather clever idea.



“The paper is hidden, but it’s not really meant to be a secret. They want the Death Eater scum to know we’re all are talking about them. Regardless if they get past the age line or wand expulsion they wont know who wrote it. Untraceable it is.” Dean said.



“Plus, if they think that Hermione is up to this paper and they only question her about that it will keep them off the scent of the sword,” Neville stated.



“Bloody brilliant,” stated Hermione, very impressed. Neville beamed.



“Yes, well in the mean time Mione I think you should go hide out until seven. Find some place that you think will hide you but don’t tell any of us in case they catch on soon and come looking for you. We need everyone around for tonight,” Ginny said going into mother mode.



“Who’s going to watch the halls than?”



“I’ll get Luna to do it. She’s been really bored staring at the same door every night. I think I’ll survive one day without her.” She smiled and they all laughed knowing that as great as Luna was she could be handful.



“Hey where is Seamus,” asked Hermione, just realizing he wasn’t there. The group suddenly looked sheepish. “Is he okay?” She started to feel panic.



“Ya Hermione don’t worry he is really… fine.” Neville looked between a grin and frown. “Dean?”



Dean looked ruffled. “He had been sneaking off. Been trying to catch what he’s up to…to say the least he wasn’t pleased that I was following.”



“And…” She was getting a bad feeling in her stomach, but she tried to stop herself from thinking the worst.



“It’s not what your thinking. He has a girlfriend, but he wont tell us who.”



“You don’t know than.” But things started to click.



“No, but I believe him when he say that’s all, but it seems weird that he wont tell me.” Dean looked pretty bothered by this.



Hermione just could not believe that what she was thinking was true. “Well maybe he is embarrassed, or better yet maybe he doesn’t want to put her in danger. If we get caught or if they suspect any foul play it will be bad news for us, and anyone associated to us. They already hate us and the fact that they haven’t found a reason to really nail us to the wall is really bothering them. A lot of people have been keeping their relationships hidden.” This seemed to pacify Dean and the group. She really hoped that what she was thinking was wrong, because it opened a really bad world of possibilities. But until she knew for sure she wasn’t going to say anything. Plus, if was true than her and Seamus had a lot more in common than either of them knew; sleeping with the enemy.



“Maybe he is a puff.” They all laughed.



“Not that it would matter.” Ginny laughed obviously eyeing Neville.



“Very funny.”



“I don’t know Nev,” Hermione got in on the teasing, “I thought I saw you eyeing Seamus’ arse the other night.”



“Bloody…”



“Ah-ha,” Dean cried, “you’re the mystery person.” Neville was brightening.



“Jealous Dean!” He restored.



“As if Neville...if I wanted you I could have you.” The group laughed until they had tears in their eyes. They sat for a while discussing who would they would have a gay kiss with. When finally the boys couldn’t take it anymore they departed. Hermione hurried to the owlery. Sunday was when the owl post closed, so only emergency letters would be sent. Therefore, Sunday letters were sent right to headmaster’s office so no one would be at the owlery checking letters.



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Malfoy flashed the letter in front of Kamilla’s face. “Where have you been?”



“Sorry I vas late Draco.” She looked flushed and awful like she was trying desperately to not look disheveled. He knew that look well.



“Did you really just have sex?”



She tried to look offended but when it wasn’t workin. “I am nervous. You know how sex makes me feel better. Plus, if this all goes to plan I won’t see…I mean have sex for a vhile.”



“What is it about him?”



“I don’t know vhat you talking about.” Malfoy realized he wasn’t going to get anymore out of her. If only she knew they had more in common than she thought; sleeping with the enemy. He was positive that if Kamilla wouldn’t share the name the boy was someone active on the Light Side, but who that was, was beyond him. Maybe a Ravenclaw, Kamilla always had the hots for smart boys. He patted himself mentally on his back for being one of those boys. Malfoy couldn’t ignore that Kamilla was one of the best fucks he ever had.



On top of his stress, to make this all go right, he couldn’t stop thinking of Granger. That little wench had been so deceptive last night. It almost made him want to smile, because it was so Slytherin, but he didn’t like being duped. Did he have her pinned wrong the whole time? Was she really using him to get closer to the Dark Side, to their secrets? Though he couldn’t really make himself believe that, it bothered him she’d done something so untrustworthy.



And how could she act like he had done nothing for her. How dare she deny his protection, there was none better. But at the same time he knew Granger was independent and never had asked for his help. He knew how she felt. If she had to ask for help how could she protect others? Plus he could always watch that sweet ass without her knowing.



They went over the plan for the hundredth time. “Just stay here. When they come looking for you I want to be here so there is no way they can leave me out.”



“I know!”



He ignored her rudeness; Kamilla was cool under pressure when she needed to be. It was one of the reasons he respected her so deeply. “Okay, I am going to owlery. No guessing how long it will take, but no one should be there.”



“I trust you Draco.” And he did something very uncharacteristic of himself, he hugged her for a brief moment. Not even long enough to get one back. He would never tell a soul but he feared for her desperately.



He left without saying a word. He couldn’t tell her it would turn out right. He may be many things, but to those he car…loved, he didn’t make promises he couldn’t keep. Whatever happened to night it was most likely not going to be alright.



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Hermione stood where the private birds were kept. She had been trying to keep herself busy by looking at all the pedigree owls. However, she decided she liked the “common” owls better. There was something wild and beautiful about them.



As she got to the end of the row she saw a snowy while owl and she thought instinctively of Harry, but she realized that was stupid. She knew Hegwid was dead and that made her suddenly so sad. She stared out at the open view and tears threaten to spill. ‘So silly,’ she thought, ‘that the death of an owl would bother her so.’ The winded whipped at her hair and she decided she wanted to feel more.



She crawled up the small latter that took a person to the thatch roof. It was used to get up there to clean the roof from bird poo, but she didn’t really care about that. The roof was completely flat, and Hermione sat on the edge of the hole cut in roof, that she had claimed through, letting her legs dangled. Before she sat she cleared half the roof’s shit. She knew that the Carrows favorite labor intensive punishment was to make the students clean the owlery by hand. Well she just helped the next unfortunate soul who got the punishment.



She started out at the castle. The owlery was a bit of a distance off because it could have quite a smell, but up on the roof it was okay. Really, it might not be a most comfortable place to hide but it was the most serine. The view from there was intense and she took it all in for a moment. It made her feel so suddenly small. She was one small person in a large world.



She closed her eyes to that thought and tired to imagine that things were as they had always been. She could see Ron’s smile, and catch him starting at her when he thought she wasn’t look. It made her smile. She saw Harry walking through the portrait crimson head to toe. Chow had kissed him and it had been salty. Than she was being saved from but that troll, they were her heroes. She heard Harry cursing that Ron had beaten him at wizard chess again. And she would sigh and say, ‘He always beats you Harry, don’t know why you act so childish?’ Ron would beam like a child and she knew he was secretly happy that he was better at, at least one thing, than Harry.



Her parents floated through her mind. She normally banned them from her thoughts, but this time it made her smile. She pulled her legs up and cupped her chin in her knees, hugging herself, eyes stilled closed. She felt tears of joy and anguish flow.



‘Oh Hermione dear when are you going to bring that Ron boy home?’ Her mom would prod gently, and Hermione would always protest there was simply nothing to bring home. Hermione’s father always frowned in a protective dislike of the name Ron.



‘Still it would be nice to met you friends Ron and Harry. We do hate that we miss so much dear.’ But her mother’s smile was so gentle.



And she heard the voice of Mrs. Wesley. ‘Oh dear, I don’t see you all for a few months and you are all too thin.’ She would never tell but Mrs. Wesley always made her feel good when she said that.



“I am interrupting a moment,” A cool mocking voice cooed. Her wand shot instinctively at the voice as her eyes opened. Her aim was true and she had captured herself a Malfoy.



Her wand was at his neck, and half of Malfoy’s body was sticking out of the opening. He pulled both his hands up to show he was not a danger, and some how balancing perfectly on the latter with just his feet. Graceful jerk.



She let her wand go trying nonchalantly to wipe her tears away. “Following me?” she said coldly. Half of it was because he was the person she least wanted to see right now. He was the biggest reason her life was so different. The idea that war would be a part of her life had been a certainty since the end of their fourth year, but that fact that she wanted this boy in front of her had been a surprise. The other half was because he had caught her in such a weak moment.



“I was about to ask the same thing.”



“You are incorrigible. I was here first. Plus, how did you know I was up here?”



“I saw a pair of feet raise up. I figured it was a couple and I was hoping to catch them mid…action.” He pulled himself up and sat on the edge across from her like she had invited him to stay. She let her legs drop, feeling like a scared little girl in that particular position, but now she her knees were brushing Malfoy.



“You didn’t strike me as a voewer Malfoy. More like some who would want to show off.”



“Well you just learned something.”



“Fascinating.” She tried to sound bored, but it did surprise her. And she couldn’t help but ask, “than what was up with the whole Pansy incident?”



“Incident?” He laughed as at some inside joke. “Okay, I guess because it was you I didn’t mind showing off, but when it comes to sex I don’t like to be watched. I'd rather have people watch me while I am doing more important things.”



“Sex isn’t important to you?” She raised her eyebrows. “You seem to spent a lot of time on something so insignificant. Prancing around making a little name for your self as Hogwarts biggest slut.”



He rolled his eyes. “I don’t prance, and I didn’t say it was insignificant I just said it is not the most important thing going on in my life. If it was so important to me I would not have a lot of it with a lot of people, would I?” She hadn’t thought about it that way. “And a little secret, I didn’t try to push that whole sex god thing, it just happened.”



“Oh so that was just a natural progression in the life of Malfoy?” He shrugged, smirk working its un-charm. “ You are so full of yourself.” She got up torn between annoyance and interest.



She started to pace. She still had hours and bantering with Malfoy would waste time, but she really didn’t think it would keep her mind away from her issues today. “What are you doing here?” She finally asked.



“Getting some fresh air. Could ask you the same.”



“Getting some fresh air,” she replied in a cheeky, bitter tone.



“Really? Because there is fresh air much closer to the castle.”



“Coming from the boy who just said he was getting fresh air.”



“Yes well I have no need to hide out so I can get fresh air where ever I want.”



“Really? You pick the least comfortable and opulent place to find it. You’re a pretty boy Malfoy, I would think spending more time than need here would be lowering yourself to the common.”



“This conversation about fresh air is thick and tedious. Did anyone ever tell you social skills are lacking Granger?”



“Once again coming from someone who is either torturing other people or having a go in the sack. That must take a lot of conversational skills.”



“It does. Having a good vocabulary is of the up most importance when putting others in their proper place, and as for a go in the sack conversational skills come prior to the act.”



“Don’t tell me thee Draco Malfoy has to talk his way into a girl’s pants.”



“Hardly, but I pride myself on being a good lover. How could I keep up my Sex God persona if I just grunted like a Neanderthal, fucked, and left? Not very suave.”



“I thought you didn’t work for the whole persona?”



“I didn’t work to get it, but now that I have it, it does afford me a good deal of perks. Why let it go to shambles?”



“If by perks you mean a lot of hormonal girls jumping at you like ravenous blast ended screwts.” Malfoy laughed.



“Those girls were fun at first,” Malfoy stood up and started to walk to her, “but I find I like more of challenge these days.”



“Maybe it’s your mind telling you, you should take sex more seriously.”



“I take sex very seriously.”



“Well more important than.”



“Maybe, funny how every time we talk you bring the conversation back to my bed.”



She couldn’t help but laugh at his egotism. “And you think I have no conversational skills. I know what your favorite topic is.”



He was getting closer to her. “And that is?”



“Your self of course.”



“Well, actually I am interested in what makes you tick Granger.” She looked at him in surprise, which only intensified when he gently pushed a lose curl from her face. The wind had clamed, but not before it had done a number on her hair. “I don’t completely get you.”



“Same goes here.”



“About me or yourself Granger?”



“Both,” she whispered. Why did she always want to be so truthful when he was around?



“What were you thinking about when I saw you? You looked so sorrowful and joyful?” He seemed genuinely confused by this.



She couldn't help but smile sadly up at him. To day she felt his storm gray eyes would fit better on her then her blazing blue ones. “My parents. I was thinking about how much I love them, and how much I…”



“What?” He prodded her when she didn’t finish.



“Miss them.” He was part, or at least he was once a part, of the reason why she wasn’t sure if she would ever see her parents again.



“Gone?” But he didn’t have to ask, Malfoy had seen that in her head.



“You saw it Malfoy. There gone, for now.”



“That was brave of you.”



“Don’t talk about things you know nothing about.” She really wanted him to go now. Wanting to talk to him was always a bad idea.



“Seems to me most people would be to emotional and selfish to do the right thing. It would have killed most people.” He didn’t seem intent in shutting up or moving away from her.



“Yes, I guess at the end of it all I am practical. Practical Hermione my father use to tell me. Doesn’t feel so great to always be practical does it Malfoy?”



“I wouldn’t know Granger, I’ve always been that why. But emotions are for weaker people than me. Being practical is what gets things done.” He stepped into her. “Though I guess this,” and he grabbed her around the waist, “isn’t very practical.”



“Funny, I never feel more practical then when I am around you,” she blurted. All the times she thought she had one upped Malfoy or caught him off guard was nothing compared to his reaction now, but he always found a way to out do her.



“Funny, I never feel more impractical than when I am around you.” His face was getting closer to her, and she was suddenly hit with the intimacy of it all.



“Balance,” she whispered before his lips over took her.



It was heart slowing, mind erasing, like her life had never made sense before kiss. Everything about it was perfect. It wasn’t to deep, or forced. Actually it was the softest most passionate kiss that had passed between them. They both had the same idea that this could be the last time they kissed each other, or anyone else for that matter, if everything went wrong, but neither knew the other felt that way.



They kissed like this for sometime. It was soft and tender. There was no other way to explain it, but the tenderness gave way to harder deeper passion. Malfoy slide his hands up her back and her fits tightened in his hair. It was getting harder to think as they battled for dominance. Finally she had to pull back gasping for breath but she didn’t let go of him.



They stood like that for a moment and started into to each other’s eyes, neither of them wanted to speak knowing it would only destroy it, this moment. Malfoy pulled her hands down gently from his hair with a half smile half smirk. Than his fingers came to her coat zipper and pulled it off slowly letting it fall behind her. She shivered as the wind whipped. It was truly a bitter January day.



“Don’t worry Granger I wont let you get cold.” If she hadn’t been so entranced, so needy, so wanting to do anything that stopped her nerves she would have noticed how Malfoy had this uncanny ability to fill the statement with such concern and yet sensuality.



She just shook her head slightly in agreement. The smile that was all Malfoy and all male took over, spreading to his eyes. Though she had never been like this with another boy she had seen that look in Ron and Tom’s eyes before. The look that said she wanted them and they knew. It was breath taking on Malfoy, because for the first time it was unequivocally true. The others times the boy had fooled themselves, taking her curiosity and caring for animalistic lust. There was no doubt in her mind and none in Malfoy’s eyes that this time it was for real.



He took his wand and did a quick circular motion and the wind suddenly didn’t touch her skin. But that seemed insignificant to watching him. “I told you I wouldn’t let you be cold.”



“Oh.” She cursed herself for the ridiculous statement.



“You were thinking of something a little different.” She tired to catch her breath. Why did everything he say touch her down to her core?



“Maybe,” she whispered, but it echoed in the bubble he created. He slowly took off his own tailored black robe coat. He was wearing a tight green shirt underneath and she couldn’t help but smile because she was wearing a gold long sleeve shirt. I guess they were both feeling their house spirit. But instead of being trite it was ironically sensual.



He came to her again and all he said was, “I want you. Just you.” It was all she needed to hear to be completely undone. His kissed along her neck and she groaned. He bit and she gasped. Then he took his hands and slid them under her shirt. She shivered. He creased the skin of her stomach for a moment while they kissed, but when it started to become more intense he pulled back and worked her shirt off. He let it drop behind her like he had the coat. She shivered again.



“Can’t be the cold Granger,” he whispered into the side of neck. All she could do was shake her head.



She started at Malfoy’s shirt but she was so nervous for some reason that Malfoy had to finish. It was so unlike her. She knew she had only been fooling around with Malfoy for a few months, but normally she felt so comfortable with her sexuality around him. Normally she felt at home while kissing him. But she knew it wasn’t really him or discomfort that was making her so nervous.



He spun her around slowly and undid her bra. As he let it fall slowly down her body she was so ready to feel his hands against her breast she arched. He smiled into her back but left her disappointed. He held her hips and kissed along her slop of her back. Her head was swimming, but nothing made much sense. She felt flushed; heart racing as she hummed her pleasure. While he continued to place kisses along her back he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. It made her feel more nervous because she wasn’t being held in tight anymore, but it added to the excitement.



He maneuvered them down to her ankles and she stepped out of them kicking them softly away from her. He placed a few more kisses on the back of her neck and than pulled back from her. The lack of contact let her mind think more clearly. She turned standing in nothing more than her panties. “Can anyone see us?”



He laughed. “You might lose your intelligence just because a handsome boy is touching you, but I put up a confusion shield around us too.”



“So you never gotten lost in a hot boy’s touch Malfoy?”



“Cheeky.” He placed his wand on her mouth and she felt a sharp but pleasurable shock go through her body. “I want to make you wet Granger without every touching you. I want to make you want me so bad that when I slide into you’ll be wet and ready.”



She wanted to ask how but his words were all ready making her hot and ready. He pulled his wand done her throat and she felt the trail it left like a physical being. She would have thought the end of a wand would have been rough, but some how Malfoy’s wand felt soft and hot, almost like his hands would. He slid his wand down her throat and between her breasts. She could not help but moan and arch her back again. He circled her nipples without every touching them. She felt them grow hard and achy.



When he felt he had teased her breast enough he knelt down gliding the wand with him. He made soft circles around her bellybutton. This all made her want his touch more. How did he know this would drive her so crazy? “Have you done this before,” she managed to chock out as he slid his wand down her side to the line of her panties.



“Why, would you be jealous?” he asked but he didn’t stop teasing her.



“Ohhhhh, ummm yes I think I would be a bittt,” he slid the wand along the line of her panties that lay between her pussy and thigh. “But I know you’re not a virgin Malfoy.”



“True Granger but you are.” Something about the way he said it mixed with him sliding the wand between her legs, putting pressure on her sensitive numb, that made her catch her breath and legs weak. He pulled the wand back and she groaned with disappointment. He maneuvered forward still on his knees and blew along her groin. She felt herself grow so wet that her panties were soaked with it too. “By the way,” he whispered a fraction of an inch from her pussy so that she could feel his hot breath, “I’ve never done this before.”



He was such a sly bastard always getting exactly what he wanted from her before he revealed the truth. But she knew there was something about that, which turned her on. Hermione had never and never would be the kind of girl that laid down and died. She would never be the little housewife in heels, dress, and make-up head to toe. With five children, no say, and no university degree. She knew there was nothing wrong with family and children, but it would have to be on her own terms. She would always be a leader, smart and driven. She would always be directing others. So letting Malfoy take the reins, sexually speaking only of course, every once in a while made her beyond horny. Letting go was her aphrodisiac.



Malfoy pulled himself back up to his feet. He put his mouth right at her ear but never touched her skin with his lips. She wanted him so bad and she wasn’t sure what stopped her from just reaching out and touching him. But then she realized it was the control. She didn’t want to ruin the dominance and control by touching him, at least not yet. Plus, there was something more sensual and intimate about this than all the most sexual touches in the world.



“Something I’ve noticed about you Granger is that words alone simply turn you on. You know what I think…”



“No.” And she rarely did with Malfoy. She liked that he kept her on her toes.



“I thinks its because you are so intelligent. You need more than most girls, something that stimulates the mind as well as the body. I like that about you.” She shivered.



“I don’t even need to touch you to make your pussy wet. Because you understand the meaning behind words. They touch you like a picture or physical contact would. I see the way your body reacts to my voice. The way your cheeks flushed when I said you name that day in the Library.” She sighed, Malfoy voice was like the mermaids song floating in the wind. Like unwritten poetry.



“Your voice,” she managed.



“Yes my voice affects you Granger. No one as ever felt that way about my words. They have truer meaning when I speak to you than anyone else. Why is that?”



“I don’t know.” She wanted him and she couldn’t deny that in this moment she wanted in him ever way she could want a man. It scared her more than his kisses or the gentle crease of his wand.



“Hermione.” She hissed in a breath. “I am going to lay you down and take you in every way possible. For one moment in time I will have all of you. Do you want to hear how?”



“YES.” And she really did. She wanted him to tell her how, like she was reading it from pages in book.



“I am going to crease every part of your body with my hands. Feel every warm smooth part of you until you beg me. Make your body scream out into the wind. I am going to make you so wet that when I take you, you will not need my hands to ready you. I will feel you tight around me as you pant your pleasures as I fuck you as deeply as I can. I want to feel you cum while I am inside you.” She was panting harder as each word took flight and landed into her ear. Malfoy did not brake his word.



He creased every part of her until her moans became rhythmic music. He bit and licked at her hard aching nipples almost to the point of pain. But never once did he enter her with his finger as he had done before. Never once did he rub her clit and bring the wave of warmth she so desired. He was making it clear that those times had been a prelude to this very moment. That it was Malfoy and not his hands that made her hot, wet, and panting.



“Are you wet yet Granger?”



“Maybe you should touch me and find out.”



He kissed her deeply one last time before he pulled her legs apart. “I can see from your panties just how wet you are.” He slid the last of her cover from her body. She felt the cool air brush against her, bring intense shivers up her spin. He pulled her legs farther a part and leaned over her. “Are you ready?”



She didn’t hesitate like she always assumed she would. “Yes, yes please I want you.”



“No interruptions this time. I will have you.” She pushed her hips up and met with her erected cock. They both moaned at the contact.



“Please.”



He entered the tip of himself and she could feel, like last time, how he stretched her. She wanted him, but the feel of him ready to enter her made her nervous. She felt her body tense as Malfoy inched his way into her. She hissed out in pain.



He kissed along her neck and the feeling of his lips, of the pain, and of the way he was stretching her was too intense. She had never in her life felt like this before. “Relax.”



The heavy, musky serenity and benevelous in his voice allowed her to calm her body, but not her mind. Inch by inch he slowly entered her. She moaned with pleasure, but tears could not help but escape her eyes. There was so much pain exploding with in her.



Malfoy kissed the tears from her eyes as they fell, which only made them come faster and harder. But they were not for the pain, but joyous ones from his gentle kindness. He pulled out just leaving just the tip of himself in her, and she writhed from the emptiness. He started slowly entering her again and although there was intense pain the friction started to feel good.



He did this several times until her hisses started to become pants. She arched her back, but was to scared to move her hips, fearing the pain it would instill if she let him into to her too deep too fast, though she desperately wanted to. Malfoy seemed to notice this hesitation and two things happened at once; Malfoy bit down hard on the skin of her shoulder and plunged himself into her in one fast motion. She screamed out loud pushing her hips in an automatic reaction to the pain. She gasped again as she felt how deep he was inside of her. She felt the pain radiate through out her body, but there was something sensual in it all.



He didn’t wait for her to even gather her wits before he pulled out and plunged deep inside of her again. This time there was pleasure and her yells were mingled with groans.



“Oh, ohhhh.”



He looked her in the eye as he pulled out and started a faster but shallower motion. “Are you okay?” Tear sparking, her lips curved in a smile.



“Yes, please don’t stop.”





“Don’t worry Granger, I wasn’t going to.” He started to kiss her as he kept the shallow, fast rhythm. The pain started to yield to the pleasure and she started to buck her hips wanting him deeper inside her again. But he didn’t seemed inclined to give into her demands. The shallow motions leaving her wanting more.



“Please,” she begged.



“Please what.” He was starting to pant harder and more irregular too.



“Please Malfoy deeper. I want you deeper.”



“mmmmm, I want you to say my name.”



“Malfoy,” she groaned her command. He pulled out making slow and even more shallow plunges inside her. She moaned her annoyance.



“That is my family name. Say my real name.” She just moaned trying to push her hips up in pursuit of feeling him, but he made it impossible. He pulled himself up, still in side her, and grabbed a hold of her hips.



“Say it Hermione!” He pushed into her hard and deep at the same moment his name reached her lips and she screamed it,



“DRACO!” Pain from her fading virginity still came in brief waves, but there were no words that could explain the feeling of him deep inside her. The pleasure it brought as he kept pulling almost all the way out and than filled her again over and over was mind blowing. The feeling was different and more intimate than that of his hands and mouth.



“Draco, Draco, Draco.” She kept panting as she felt that hot, untouchable warmth burn through her. He was grabbing her hip making her body meet his thrusts. His name did not even make sense anymore as a name. It was like DRACO was her only expression to him of how incredible she felt.



“Your so tight…” He voice harsh. She felt his thrust start to become irregular and she knew, without knowing, that Malfoy was going to cum. The pleasure was over whelming but it didn’t seem to peek and than she felt Malfoy’s body release inside her. He kissed her harshly as he came inside her. He thrust inside her a few more time, this time it was very rough and painful before her pulled out. He lay on her for a moment both panting. She could still feel the humming of her body. She felt like she should be disappointed that she hadn’t cum, but she didn’t. It had felt more than good to have Malfoy deep inside. Filling her.



Suddenly Malfoy was pulling himself up. She thought he was going to run but instead he pointed his wand at her and she felt a tingle in her pussy and she groaned. She realized, feeling that she wasn’t wet anymore, that Malfoy had cleaned her up. She felt like she should be embarrassed but there was something sweet, and respectful about the act. She went to close her legs, but Malfoy slide in between them again.



Malfoy smirked, “That wasn’t suppose to feel good.” Then he was kissed her again. This time it was a slow lazy cat like kiss. Even though her body was sore and tired her unrelased pleasure still wanted Malfoy. She let her hands roam just taking time to really explore him. For a while they just laid pressed into each other kissing and it slowly made her wet again.



Malfoy pulled his mouth away from her and started to pull up. Hemione slide her hands down Malfoy’s stomach and took him into her hands. He wasn’t very hard and she sighed at the softness of his cock. Suddenly he hissed grabbing her wrist and pushing it over her head.



“Ready again so soon,” ‘dame that voice,’ she thought, “virgins never cum.” He finished. Like that explained something. He started kissing his way down her body.



“What,” her voice came out shaky and lazy. There was still a passion in his kissing, in their bodies, but this time it was a slow exploring kind. Not the rushed, hard exploring. Both were great Hermione thought. He pulled back from licking and bitting down the slide of her stomach.



“Virgins,” he growled, “they never cum. Trust me I wish it weren’t true I wanted to feel you cum around me…Hermione.”



She moaned, she wanted to lose herself to hearing him say her name, but at the same time there was something sexual about hearing him talk about her virginity. She was fucked up. “I thought you didn't do virgins?” He bit into her neck hard, she gasped because it actually really hurt.



“I normally don’t, put I have fucked a virgin before Granger,” more kissing and roaming hands before he continued, “I think I might change my mind. Fucking that wet tight virgin pussy of yours was amazing.” Before she could be mad or turned on he slipped a finger into her newly wet folds. He didn't wait, he just started circling her clit hard. “Didn't think I would leave before I saw that sexy body of yours writhe under my control.” He mixed his on slot between hard fast movements and slow, light with his thumb.



“Ohhh God.” Her voice shaky. “OOOO.” The pleasure was boiling over. It was so intense it was almost painful as it radiated from her core to every cell in her body. Her mind had ceased to exist as a functioning organ of organization and reason and had turned into one large nerve ending humming her pleasure. It was like the mind knew no thoughts, no emotion, and no words that could explain the pleasure and so it tired not to. Instead it gave over to the feeling.



She groaned, and he echoed the noise as her nails scratching along Malfoy’s back, though she was only vaguely aware of the fact. Her vocalization was like her body’s way of expelling the over whelming pleasure. He watched, like he always did. She let her eyes move with his, and she saw how he watched his own dip fingers into her wetness coming back with her slick juices, and bringing it to her clit. Than Malfoy’s fingers were entering roughly into her. He slammed into her with his fingers a few times before the teasing of her swollen clit started again.



Giving the desire a visual was all her body needed to throw her over the edge. She saw nothing for what feel like eternity wrapped in a nano second. Her body exploded outwards with warmth, but it was more like her body was finally excepting it; the pleasurable warmth was making a home inside her. She felt like she could not really exist because she couldn't feel any part of her body; just the warmth. And yet it was like she was more in tune with herself that she had ever been. Her pussy tightened bringing the last wave of excruciating pleasure and she yelled out his name one last time as her whole body arched and writhed.





He lay down next to her and she enjoyed the warmth his flushed body gave her. She let her body float back into its self slowly, realizing this must be the after glow. She allowed herself to enjoy the moment letting the silence stretch out between them. After what felt like hours, but was probably minutes, as Hermione had no sense of time, Malfoy turned to her.





“Don’t cry.” She almost laughed realizing she was still letting small tears drift down like rain paths along her cheeks. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”





“No, oh Merlin no. I mean I guess I am just… it did hurt but it, you, it was amazing. I’ve never felt that way.” They stared at each other, but as the moment ended, Hermione felt awkwardness start to swell up in the unspoken words. Or maybe it was the words they had spoken just minutes before that lead to the uneasy feeling. How could two people, who did not even like each other at times, have created that perfect moment in time?



“I, well we…” Hermione started



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OH just you all wait. Hope that wasn't a let down for the first time... I dont do men so I am not really sure how that all goes, but I know from my friends the first time is never mindblow in the orgasm department.....