Trials of Affliction and Light Sleeping

Chapter 15

After Hermione and Draco had
disentangled themselves from each other, they each had gone in search for their
discarded clothes.  Even though Hermione
couldn’t stop herself from grinning like a Cheshire cat, she noted that she
felt something missing.  At first she
thought that it might be that she felt a bit mournful about her lost virginity
(it’s hard not to get attached to it after almost 18 years) but she didn’t
think that was it.  When she looked over
to Draco and when she saw him tucking his shirt back into his pants, she
realised what it was.

“Wait” Hermione said, catching Draco’s attention.  “It’s just... 
can I just see you for a moment?”   

Draco looked at her in question, not initially understanding what she
meant, but when she walked up to him and started undoing the buttons of his
shirt, he understood. 

She wanted to see him naked. 

Draco let her undress him, letting his shirt slide off his shoulders and
fall to the floor.  She pulled his pants
and boxers down and threw them where his shoes and socks lay.  Now naked before her, Draco let her
unashamedly devour his body with her eyes. 

Hermione let her eyes rake over Draco’s form as she tentatively paced
around him.  She had seen him before
solely clad in boxers, but then she had been reluctant to look at him. 

Now she could. 

And she did. 

Eagerly.

She had never really understood the obsession most girls had for a guy’s
butt, but now she sure did.  They were
just two little buns, begging to be squeezed. 
A grin crossed her face when she recalled that she had done that very
thing only a few minutes ago.  Ignoring
the impulse to do it again, she started taking her own shirt off while still
standing behind Draco.  She wanted him to
see her naked too, finding it unnatural to having lost her virginity to someone
who hadn’t even seen her without any clothes on.  Hermione felt a bit nervous about this,
realising that the people who had seen her naked after she had hit puberty could
be counted on two hands and had all been female.    

Draco heard the shifting of fabric and clothing falling to the
floor.  He had been able to feel
Hermione’s gazes as if she had been placing kisses instead of just looks, and
it had been driving him insane.  He had
just gotten a mind-blowing orgasm, yet he already felt his blood redirecting
itself to his groin again.  Next thing,
he felt Hermione snaking her arms around his waist and hugging him close,
letting him feel her nakedness.  Draco
could feel her hair tickling his neck and her breasts and nipples pressing
against his back.  

“Oh Gods...” he groaned.  He
turned around and caught Hermione in a bruising kiss.  She eagerly responded and hugged herself
close to his front.  The skin-to-skin
contact felt amazingly erotic.  She was
surprised to feel Draco’s hardness pressing against her stomach.  How could he possibly be hard again so soon
afterwards?

“Hermione, you’re gorgeous,” Draco said huskily after releasing her
lips, letting his eyes rake over her soft curves. 

Hermione blushed at his praise.

“I know,” she smirked in a failed attempt to cover up the fact that she
felt flattered.  “So are you by the way.”

“I know” Draco simply said.

They both smirked at each other. 
Then Hermione softly caressed Draco’s upper arms and leaned in to kiss
his collarbone, something she had wanted to do for what seemed like ages.  Draco groaned at the tender caress and in
reflex he arced his hips against hers.

“Do you think we can-?” Hermione impishly
asked, but was brusquely interrupted when with a start the train suddenly went
underway again and the lights went back on.

“I think we’ll have to postpone it to another time” Draco smirked, if
somewhat ruefully.  He would have liked
to have another go at it as well.

Damn stupid train and its damn stupid timing!

They let go of each other and this time they really went to get
dressed.  Hermione first did a little
cleaning charm on herself, because after standing up for a while she could feel
the mixture of their juices starting to drip down her legs.  She didn’t suppose her parents would enjoy
picking their daughter up from school while said daughter looked like she had
just been well and thoroughly shagged.  Which she still did actually, even after having performed the
cleaning spell.  Faint marks of
bruising were starting to appear on her breasts and inner thighs, and love
bites were randomly scattered across her body. 

In situations like this, those concealing uniforms were a plus.

When they both were dressed, Hermione lifted the Locking- and
Distraction spells she had placed on their compartment so they could
depart. 

“You go first” Draco said, holding the door open for her after having
made sure no one was in the hallway. 
They didn’t need to exchange words to make it clear that they weren’t
ready to just ‘come out’ like that.  The
people who they wanted to inform about their involvement would get to hear of
it... in due time.

Hermione walked through the doorway and turned left to go in search for
her friends, until suddenly Draco’s arm snuck around her waist, twisted her
around and his lips enveloped her into another needy kiss.  He sensuously nibbled on her bottom lip and
caressed her cheek with his hand.  It was
then that Hermione suddenly realised that, until tomorrow, this was
goodbye.  She let herself be swept away
by his hungry kisses, drifting away to a place where only him
and her existed; a fictional place where they could touch and kiss and
no one would care.

“See you tomorrow” he whispered against her lips, releasing her from his
grip.   He cast her a
playful wink and turned the other way.

“Yeah, see ya’h” Hermione said hoarsely. 
She realised that, together with her suddenly rampaging hormones, this
boy was going to be the death of her. 

She turned around and went in search for her friends.

 

*

“So?  How was it?”  Ginny asked eagerly as she pulled Hermione
aside.

“Ginny!”  Hermione scolded
embarrassedly.  Curse the fates that the
first person she had to run into had to be Ginny!  The train had been closer to Kings Cross that
Hermione had initially assumed, so when she had met up with Ginny the train was
already busy with boarding the station. 
While everyone was pushing and shoving with their trunks to get off the
train to great their parents, Ginny had pulled Hermione aside to have a private
chat with her.  While Hermione had been
searching for excuses to go join the crowds again, Ginny had powerfully clasped
her hand around her wrist and had forced her into a private compartment to linger
until everyone else had disembarked the train. 
Regular people would get supernatural strength when one of their loved
ones was in danger, Ginny on the other hand got supernatural strength
when someone didn’t want to gossip with her. 

“Ow, come on!”  Ginny nagged.  “I live for this sort of stuff!  It makes up for my own lack of a
sex-life.  Come on tell me!”

“No!” 

“This just isn’t fair!”  Ginny
said.  “You get to spend your summer
shagging a bloke who’s so handsome he even makes a hot-blooded lesbian like me
take a moment to ogle.  The least you can
do is tell me about it.  When I
get home, all I have is chocolates and Cindy.”

Hermione was about to protest again, but frowned instead when her
friend’s last words had sunk in.

“Cindy?  Who’s Cindy?”  Hermione asked.

Ginny dropped her head a bit and gave her a sheepish grin.

“My showerhead” Ginny answered impishly.

Hermione kept frowning.

“Your sh-?” 
Hermione started, but then understood what Ginny meant and started
howling with laughter, Ginny sniggering along with her.

“So...” Ginny said after they had somewhat stopped laughing and went
back to the topic at hand.  “Is he as
good with his other body parts as he is with his hands?

“Ginny!”  Hermione squeaked, slapping her friend on the
wrist. 

Ginny stuck her bottom lip out in
a pout and Hermione sighed in defeat, knowing that she wasn’t going to call it
quits any time soon.

“It was fantastic okay,” Hermione
admitted with a blush. 

“Ooooh!” 
Ginny exclaimed, visibly restraining herself from giddily bouncing up
and down.  “Does he have the raw,
passionate side under that icy exterior I think he has?  Did he tare any buttons in his eager to claim
you?”

Hermione’s eyes widened at hearing her friend’s words, but her gaze
glazed over a bit at getting a mixture of flashbacks at seeing the icy
Slytherin... not so icy.

“Hermione!”  Ginny
scolded, urging Hermione to snap out of her daydream.

Hermione started sniggering.

“What?”  Ginny asked curiously,
wanting to know what Hermione was laughing about.  “What? 
What?  What?”

“No, he didn’t tare any buttons” Hermione sniggered.  “But I think I tore some of his.”

Ginny gasped in awe.

“You go girl!”  Ginny
praised.  “I always knew you had it in
you.”

“Had what in her?”

Ginny and Hermione turned their heads to the side to see Harry opening
the door to their compartment to see if they were ready to go.

“Assertiveness” Ginny answered dryly. 
“Hermione has just given Malfoy such a mouthful that he probably blacked
out and saw stars.  Really, this girl is
not afraid to go down and dirty when it comes to dealing with Malfoy and his
filthy, filthy tongue.” 

Hermione kicked Ginny against her shin while trying to look natural.

Is she insane?  

Hermione innocently smiled at Harry as she walked past him and went to
fetch her trunk.  It didn’t seem as if
Harry had realised the double meanings in Ginny’s explanation.  Hermione didn’t want Harry to find out just
now what exactly Draco’s ‘filthy, filthy tongue’ had done to her.  Harry was her best friend and she had to
spring this upon him gently.  He wasn’t
going to take it very well when learning that his best friend had shagged Draco
Malfoy, son of a Death Eater and nephew to the woman who killed the only person
he had ever truly regarded as family.

Meanwhile Luna, who had already disembarked the train by now, was
dreamily staring at Hermione as she touched ground with platform 9 3/4.  Or through Hermione, it was hard to
tell with her.  Harry had been going out
with Luna ever since the senior dance and they really seemed to have hit it
off. 

It made sense though. 

When Harry had first met Cho Chang, the butterflies in his stomach had
started fluttering like crazy and his hormones had gone berserk.  And Hermione still vividly remembered how that
had turned out.  

However, when Harry had first met Luna, he had been rude to her, had
ignored her, and hadn’t paid her much thought at all.

Same as what happened between Draco and Hermione and she also very well
knew how that had turned out. 
Hermione couldn’t help but let her eyes sweep over the crowds, searching
for a certain blond Slytherin.

“What?”  Hermione asked
self-consciously, suddenly noticing that Harry was staring at her.

“Nothing” Harry said, realising that he had been staring.  “You look a bit odd that’s all.”

“Odd?”  Hermione asked.

“Nothing bad or anything” Harry assured her, letting his emerald-green
eyes rake over her face again. 
“Actually... you look rather nice. 
Kind of glowy.”

Hermione was about to say something dismissingly, like blaming it on the
heat or something, but got interrupted by Luna.

“Well, that’s not surprising,” Luna said offhandedly. “It’s commonly
known that girls look pretty and glowy just after having received an orgasm.”

The four of them stood in silence.

Hermione’s eyes were widened in shock. 

Luna knew?

How did she...?

Oh god, Harry knew!

“An o-?” he started saying in a baffled tone of voice.

“Guys do to, by the way” Luna interrupted.  “Look at Malfoy over there.  He looks kind of glowy too.”

Everyone’s eyes suddenly snapped towards Draco, who seemed to be saying
his goodbyes to some of his Slytherin companions.  Hermione swallowed a lump in her throat when
she noticed that he indeed looked kind of glowy.  She just wanted to reach over and strangle
Ginny and her big fat mouth!  Why did she
go and tell Luna?  If Hermione had the
strength to pass out at this moment, she surely would.  If it had been up to her, she would have told
Harry and Ron about her involvement with Malfoy by Owl-post... when it was
their wedding day or something.

Fantastic, now she was thinking about weddings.  How much more girly could she possibly get?

Hermione looked up at Harry and gave him a sheepish look.

She hoped this would be quick and relatively painless, like ripping off
a Band-Aid.

Harry frowned, obviously missing the point his girlfriend was trying to
make.  Hermione thought she could
actually see the information seep into Harry’s scalp when he realised that she
didn’t seem to make any move in denying the insinuations.  His penny was dropping...

...Dropping...

...Dropping...

*KLING*

“M-Malfoy?”  Harry
stuttered.  “O-orgasm?”

Hermione nodded while finding the floor very fascinating all of the
sudden.

“Really Harry, you’re the last person who should be shocked about this”
Luna said dryly. “If anyone knows about the sexual magnetism of Draco Malfoy,
it’s you.”

“But-“ Harry started in a high-pitched voice.

“I really do think you make a nice couple,” Luna continued, turning her
dreamy gaze back to Hermione and ignoring Harry’s shock.  “It’s always nice to see two attractive and
passionate people blending that passion together.”

“You had sex?” Harry yelled in disbelief.

“Yeah” Hermione said apologetically, feeling somewhat relieved that the
crowd had made enough noise to swallow Harry’s loud affirmation.  She realised that it would have been quite a
shock for Harry, having the information slapped in his face like this.  In his eyes, she had just gone from ‘Asexual
friend’ to ‘Person who just shagged Draco Malfoy in train compartment’.  She could quite relate to that, having felt
the same after she had walked in on him and Draco snogging in the
Transfiguration’s class.

“You shagged Malfoy?” 
Harry yelled.  “Hermione, it’s Malfoy!  MALFOY!”

“What about me?”  Draco asked
dryly as he walked up beside Hermione, snaked his arm around her waist and
hugged her close to him.  A few seconds
ago, when his eyes had spotted Hermione, it had been clear to hers and her
friends’ body language that something was amiss.  When Draco heard his name pop up in the
conversation it had been his cue to step in and receive his part of the
shouting and accusations. 

“That’s it!”  Harry yelled
crossly, turning his attention towards Draco. 
“First me and then Hermione.  Who’s next? Ron?”

“Now there’s a thought I would like to have done without,” Draco said
sourly. 

“Like I care what you think” Harry spat.  “Hermione, what were you thinking?”

“Harry, leave her alone” Ginny pitched in. “It’s her choice to
make.”

“Yeah, a bad choice” Harry said, looking at Draco furiously.

“Harry, don’t say anything that you’d regret after your emotions have
cooled down,” Ginny warned.  “She’s your
friend and you’re supposed to act as such. Malfoy might be a snotty brat-”

 

“Thank you” Draco said sarcastically.

“-but if Hermione can live with that, good for her” Ginny finished.

“I don’t care” Harry yelled. 
“Hermione, don’t you realise...? I mean... IT’S MALFOY!”

“I know” Hermione said compassionately. 
“I know it must be really hard for you to understand-“

“Damn right it is!”  Harry
interrupted crossly.  “Couldn’t you
just have picked *anyone* else?  I
mean...  It’s Malfoy!” 

“I do think we’ve already established my name, Potter” Draco said dryly.

“Just think about the beautiful kids they’d make” Luna said cheerfully.

“But-“ Harry started protesting, looking
incredulously at the whole lot of them.

“Come on” Luna said dismissingly, grabbing Harry’s arm and pulling him
away to obviously deal with him in private. 
“Stop ruining their post-coital buzz!”

Hermione heard Harry ‘butting’ as his girlfriend dragged him away to be
swallowed up into the crowd. 

“That went well,” Draco said sarcastically.

“I think it did” Ginny retorted. 
“In comparison to what Ron’s going to react like, this was pleasant
conversation.”

“Oh Gods, I hope Weaselby isn’t coming by for a ‘chat’” Draco
groaned.  “Me
and my precious ‘post-coital buzz’ really doesn’t want to deal with him right
now.”

Hermione sighed, thinking about how Harry must be feeling right
now.  She really had wanted to break it
to him more gently.  It was only a matter
of time before Ron would be finished with his Prefect’s duties and run into
Harry, who would pass on the ‘awful’ news. 
And even though Hermione was grateful for Draco having buffered part of
Harry’s arguments, she didn’t think he had made Harry feel any better.

“You know Draco,” Hermione said with a sigh,  “I might have taken a fancy to you and
all, but you’re still a snotty pest.”

“Perhaps” Draco said unaffectedly. 
“But tomorrow you’re going on a date with the snotty pest.  So who’s the worst off?”

“Err... me?”

“Exactly” Draco said as he sweetly kissed her on the lips.  He affectionately squeezed Hermione’s hand in
a gesture of announcing his departure and took off to fetch his luggage.  Draco’s mother had probably been waiting for
over an hour for the train to arrive, so it wasn’t a good idea to keep her
waiting any longer.  He gave one last
look over his shoulder, gave Hermione his handsomest of smiles and set out for
home.

Hermione sighed.  Things like that
made her know that awful situations as she just had had with Harry were worth
it. 

“Look at my feet!”  Ginny said,
snapping her head down.

“What?”  Hermione asked, somewhat
flabbergasted looking down at Ginny’s feet.

“Do you see a puddle?”  Ginny
asked.  “Because I think I just melted
into a one.” 

Hermione averted her gaze from the floor and rolled her eyes.

“You’re gay!” she reminded her friend.

“Yes, well, blame your boyfriend
for his effeminate prettiness!”  Ginny
retorted.

“He is not effeminate!” Hermione said, but then remembered that
today she had accused him of that very same thing.  “And he is not my ‘boyfriend’.”

Ginny gave her an incredulous look.

“Did you sleep with him?” she asked.

“Yes” Hermione answered.

“Are you going on a date with him?”

“Yes”

“Did he just defend you against Harry like a knight in shining armour.”

“I- yes.”

“I don’t know how to break it to you, but you’ve got yourself a
boyfriend” Ginny said knowingly.

Hermione blinked.

“O my God, I’ve got a boyfriend,” she shrieked, clasping her
hands in front of her mouth in shock.  “When
did that happen?” 

Ginny laughed at her friend’s sudden slow-wittedness.

“I think somewhere in-between orgasms” Ginny smirked as she grabbed her
trunk and set off to great her family, with Hermione on her tail.

Hermione chewed her bottom lip as she mentally took a step back from the
whole situation between her and Draco. 
If someone would have told her a year ago that she’d end up sleeping
with Draco Malfoy, not only wouldn’t she have believed that person; she would
have punched him or her in the face.  She
thought back on that pale little 11-year-old boy she had known in her first
year, strutting around with an arrogance that went far beyond his years.  She and Draco had never even exchanged words
until their second year, yet she had already been acquainted with the likes of
him.  Not that she had missed much, since
the first sentence he had uttered to her had had the word ‘Mudblood’ in
it.  Little did Hermione know that six
years later she’d be standing on Platform 9 ¾ holding hands with that same
snotty pest.

“Are you thinking about Malfoy’s talented hands again?” Ginny asked
wickedly as she noticed Hermione daydreaming again.

Hermione playfully elbowed Ginny in-between the ribs and dashed off
towards the exit.

She really didn’t need to be reminded of Draco’s hands when she’d have
to wait 24 hours before they would touch her again.  It would be a whole day before they would be
sensuously running through her hair, teasingly caressing her inner thighs, playfully
squeezing her bum, touching her lips right before he’d claim them with his
own...

Yes, the boy really was going to be the death of her.

Hermione made a mental note to immediately take a cold shower when she
got home.

Spontaneous combustion really wouldn’t be a very graceful way to go.

 

*********

End of
chapter 15

 

Disclaimer: The joke about the showerhead is
a wink to ‘Malcolm in the Middle’.