Help Me Draco

He skipped classes for the rest of the day, claimed to his head of house that he wasn’t feeling well. Professor Snape took in his red eyes and puffy nose, then allowed Draco to stay in his dorm. The depression that set in was something Draco had forced himself to analyze. He had to talk to Hermione. Not knowing what he was facing when it came to Krum was a torture he found abhorrent.



He was supposed to be in control and he wasn’t. He was supposed to be calm and collected in any situation and he wasn’t. The worst part was that Hermione saw his lack of control.



Pansy came to see him after lunch, and brought Ron along with her. “I heard her arguing with Krum just before lunch.” Ron said, and Draco felt his spirits rise.



“What about?” He asked sitting up.



Pansy smiled at her friends reaction. Ron spoke with equal enthusiasm. “He wanted to take her on a picnic before he left but she said she was going to try and find out about you. He said if you were going to leave without saying anything to her then she shouldn’t bother with you.”



“That bastard!” Draco shouted, rising and pacing his room.



“That’s how upset Hermione was. She told him she thought you two had something and she was going to find out how you were.” Ron told him. Draco froze and looked at him.



“She said that?” He asked.



“Yes. She looked around but when she couldn’t find you, she went to lunch with Ginny and Harry and ignored him.” Ron said.



“She asked me this morning if I knew what was wrong with you?” Pansy said.



“What did you tell her?” Draco asked.



“That you told Professor Snape you weren’t feeling well and he let you stay in bed.” She told him. “She asked if you were alright, but the only thing I could tell her was that it must not have been that bad since you weren’t sent to the hospital wing.”



Draco began pacing again, then smiled to himself. She told of Krum, and she was concerned about him. “Will you do something for me?” They both nodded. “Tell her ‘tonight’.



“Tonight?” Ron asked.



Draco nodded. “She’ll know.”



They took their leave and Draco ate from a tray Professor Snape had sent up for him. He needed to speak candidly to Hermione. It was obvious now that they needed to discuss more then just sex.







He brought about the room as always and waited for her. The room that appeared was a simple common room. The need to talk was evident and when Hermione arrived she ran forward and hugged him.



“Are you alright?” She asked.



“Yes, I just wanted some time alone to think.” He explained.



“What?” She took a step back. “You mean there was nothing wrong with you?”



“Hermione, please sit.” He gestured to the couch.



“You scared me with that look this morning. I thought there was something wrong and now you tell me there wasn’t.” She cried out.



“You mean the look you saw when you finally noticed me?’ He shot back.



“What do you mean?” She asked.



“Do you know who long I was sitting there waiting for you to notice me and you didn’t. You didn’t see me come in, you didn’t look for me like you always do. You were too busy with Krum.” Draco started pacing, not wanting to look at her. “You ignored me.”



“I didn’t ignore you.” She countered.



“It felt like it. Sitting there waiting and waiting, wondering when you were going to look up at me like and he had you riveted with whatever it was he was saying.” Draco was letting his emotions rule him. “I wasn’t a thought in your head at all.”



“I wasn’t ignoring you.” She said approaching him.



“Maybe not, but seeing you giving him all your attention and not sparing me a glance…….” He stopped.



“Draco, I wasn’t trying to hurt you.” She said.



“Well you did.” He faced her and the hurt on his face was plain to her. He dropped on the arm of the chair and she moved to stand between his legs, taking his jaw in her hands.



“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” She whispered.



Draco lifted his hands to her waist. “I know you didn’t. I think I was just scared. No, I know I was.”



“Scared of what?” She asked shocked.



Draco met her eyes and failed to hold back a tear. It rolled down his cheek and she brushed it away with her thumb, her heart pouring out to him. “That you would leave me for him.” It killed Draco inside to admit something like this to her, but he couldn’t stop himself.



“Draco, I could never leave you.” He watched her own eyes fill up. “I love you.”



Draco felt like someone had kicked him in the back of the head. “What did you say?” He asked, with wide eyes.



“I love you. I could never leave……..” He silenced her with hard kiss. Lifting her from the ground she wrapped her legs around his waist. Draco walked over to the couch and without pulling from her lips eased himself on her body. She was soft and welcoming and she loved him.



“Tell me again.” He said, moving to her neck while he worked her shirt open, targeting her bra next.



“I love you.” She said without waiting. She arched her back so Draco could pull off her shirt and bra, leaving her bare breasts free for him to nuzzling and suck.



Draco was a man possessed. He tasted and fondled her breasts, ripping off his own shirt when she began pulling on it. He tossed her about as he pulled off her pants and knickers. Lifting one ankle high on the back of the couch and the other down on the floor, he buried his face in her pussy and devoured her lips.



Hermione let out shrieks of pleasure as Draco’s head rolled about between her legs. She heard the slurps and the moans as he ate her out. Her body was on fire and she felt closer to him now more then ever. He needed her, she knew he did.



She reached down and ran her hands through his hair, feeling the movements of his head. She arched her hips into his mouth, feeling every flick of his tongue. “Draco, help me.”



He rose up and kissed her, sharing her ambrosia. “What do you need?” He asked. “I’ll give you anything you need.”



“Fuck me.” She growled into his mouth. “I need you inside me.”



Draco pulled off his jeans and shorts in mere moments, the grunts made in the process betraying his own need. He was over her and inside her in seconds. Hermione cried out, wrapping her arms and legs around his body as he moved.



“I love you.” He whispered in her ear as he fucked her. “I love you.”



“I love you too.” She said, and began moving with him. Their undulating bodies built up a sweat as they rocked against each other. Limbs entwined, chest to chest, they felt their heartbeats combine together. The kissed with a heat only found in animals, and they let out primal urges and desires.



Draco drove his body deeper and deeper inside her, thrusting hard, egged on by her cries. She clawed at his back and shouted out her lust. “More, Draco, give me everything!”



Draco thrust both his cock and his tongue into her body, giving her everything he had of himself. “I love you Hermione.” He cried out. “I LOVE YOU!!!” He arched into her and buried his face in her neck, emptying himself into her.



She was crying out on her own, letting her tears fall down her face. He loved her. He loved her.







Draco brushed the hair from her brow and off her temple, looking down at her. “You are at your most beautiful right now.” He told her.



“When is that?” She asked with a smile.



“When you have had a hard orgasm and are recuperating. Traces of pleasure still affecting you.” He kissed her nose with a barely-there touch.



“And you still inside me?” She ventured, giving his hips a squeeze.



“That’s nice as well.” His thumbs rubbed her temples, as he stared at her.



“Draco, what do we do after school?” She asked, running her fingertips up and down his back.



“We can deal with things as they come. There isn’t a need to rush or plan right now.” He said against her lips.



“I shouldn’t have tried to let Viktor talk me into anything.” She said. “I should have just told him that I had said no last time.”



“What did he want?” Draco asked, curious.



“At breakfast, he wanted to take me to his family’s vacation home in Tuscany, later he wanted to take me on a picnic. He tries to sweet talk me into things but since he isn’t rude I end up listening to it.” She said.



“Well, now you don’t have to worry about him.” Draco said. “He’s leaving.”



“I know, but that’s not why I don’t have to worry anymore.” She said.



“Go on.” He said returning her smile.



“I don’t have to worry because I know you love me.” She pulled him in for a kiss. He gave in whole heartedly.



They helped each other dress, after Draco had given them each a cleansing spell. Hand in hand they left the room and Draco walked her back to Gryffindor tower. He gave her a lingering kiss, then a cough brought their attention back to reality.



“Sorry, your blocking the entrance.” They each smiled to Neville Longbottom and moved out of the way. “By the way, here’s the rest of your polyjuice potion.” He tossed the bottle to Draco, gave Hermione a wink and went into the portrait.



Hermione fixed her deer-in-the-headlight look on Draco. “I thought you were being driven mental enough with not knowing, so I told him to find a way to tell you and nobody else. I guess this was the chance he was waiting for.” His smile was so cute but for once Hermione wasn’t looking at his smile. His laugh echoed in her ears as she just stared at him.



“Neville?” She said after several minutes.



“He’s safe, and can keep a secret.” Draco told her. Draco caught her dead faint just in time.



The End