Repercussions

“Now we just need to think about this logically. I’m sure there is another way to go about fixing your little umm… thingy,” she said without looking at him, her face only inches from the page she was scanning frantically.

“Thingy Granger? And you’re the top of our class? People who use words like ‘thingy’ and don’t even bother to figure out the counter curse for dangerous spells they cast on innocent men like myself should not be top of the class!” Draco shouted at her through thin lips. He was leaning against the table standing opposite the seated girl, towering over her as she continued on her fruitless search.

Hermione looked up from the book only for long enough to roll her eyes at him, before moving on to the next page. She was not going to give in. It just didn’t make sense that a magical curse wouldn’t have a magical solution. Or rather, Hermione just didn’t want it to make sense. Truth be told it made perfect sense, even the title was dripping with sexual innuendo: “Begging for Mercy by Bedtime.” Why couldn’t she have seen that before? She couldn’t believe how stupid she had been. She had overlooked every single detail that hinted to the nature of the book, and only saw what she wanted to see; the perfect revenge. Now it seemed as if her revenge was avenging itself before she had even gotten to thoroughly bask in the glow of victory. She just couldn’t catch a break with the slimy, arrogant, yet undeniably sexy, Slytherin. ’Bastard!’

Draco was starting to get extremely frustrated that Hermione was unwilling to give up, when he knew she wouldn’t find a different solution. He had heard about that very book from Blaise on numerous occasions. Draco, while admiring his friend’s sense of adventure, had never been interested in trying out some of the kinky spells. He didn’t need a book to enhance his or his partners’ sexual experience. As far as he was concerned, no book could improve perfection. And right now, he was quite thankful for his beliefs as a particularly painful throb in his erection caused him to hunch over even more. His arms buckled at the pain, and his face was now only inches from the top of Hermione’s brunette hair. His senses were starting to take over as he inhaled a deep breath of the light lavender scent radiating from her.

He watched her flip over the very last page of the book, her eyes wide and defeated, while her lips were parted but still. The words for how she was feeling had gotten lost before they could escape. The end of the book signified a complete dead end in the road she was longing to take. She couldn’t bear to turn around and face the only other option. Unfortunately, she didn’t have all the time in the world to contemplate, and she could already sense her victim growing impatient.

“Granger…” he spoke in a deep husky voice, dripping with lust and necessity. “I need…. Please.” He didn’t exactly know how to verbalize how badly he needed her at that moment. His brain was starting to lose control as his manhood took over; heated emotion coursing through every ounce of his being.

She looked up at him while he spoke as a lead ball bounced freely around the pit of her stomach. She could see the need in his eyes, which weren’t their usual cold silver, but warm dark grey pools. She wanted to reach out to him. Hold him; anything to get him to stop looking at her like that. She wasn’t used to this side of Draco Malfoy. He always seemed in control, always had the right comeback, and could take even the most mundane words and make them reek of sarcasm.

Now he seemed vulnerable, as if the painful erection was taking over all his sense. He wasn’t hiding behind the veil of being a pureblood wizard prat. He was letting his emotions take over, and trying to tell her what he wanted and needed, despite how she figured he must feel about being touched by a muggleborn. ‘Touched? I can’t possibly touch him! This is insane… there’s got to be a reasonable way to fix this… There just has to be…’ Hermione held on to her last hope, wringing her hands in her hair and shaking her head, as if trying to empty her brain and send all thought out her ears. She was brought back to her senses suddenly as the deep voice above her repeated his plea.

“You have to… I can’t take anymore of this. It’s… It’s taking over…”

Hermione slowly lifted her head, as if expecting to see a twelve-foot mountain troll menacing over her. What she did see was almost more frightening. She saw Draco Malfoy looking at her as if she was the most beautiful woman on Earth. She didn’t see the thick walls used to keep out the world, and for the first time she felt like she was really seeing him. Seeing the real Malfoy under the sarcasm and the pureblood upbringing, and she liked what she saw. She liked it so much she felt her body shifting in her seat, her neck stretching and straining for his parted lips. And he was doing the same. With more self-control than he thought he could ever possess under the current circumstances, he was slowly inching towards her.

Their soft lips brushed up against one another for a brief moment before Hermione abruptly pulled away, staring at Draco like he was Lord Voldemort in a frilly pink dress. Her breathing was heavy and her body rigid and frozen in shock. The worst part was that she had thoroughly enjoyed the intimate touch that sent a shock of electricity through her from their point of contact. The present situation mingled with the fact that she had just spent over an hour immersed in a book entirely dedicated to sexual curses and practically pornographic illustrations was sending her hormones into overdrive. She needed composed and logical Hermione to surface immediately! Where was she when crazy, hormonal, lust driven Hermione was threatening to take over? She took a deep breath and tried to collect herself as best she could.

“In my room I have my Defense Against the Dark Arts books from every year. I’m sure they have something that could umm… help us.” She slowly stood from her seat and fumbled with pushing the chair in. Before Malfoy could stop her she was halfway up the spiral stairs, leaving him staring helplessly in her wake, trying to ignore the stabbing pains emitting from his groin.

***

Hermione flew into her room and slammed the door shut behind her, enraged with herself for getting so caught up in Malfoy’s presence. She was not supposed to just give up on her search for a magical treatment, and give in to his needs so easily. She just couldn’t do that. He was the enemy. But as much as she hated to admit it, he had become less and less of the enemy ever since their first day back in school.

It was with a softened expression that she picked up her fourth year DADA book. She plopped down on her bed and looked at the unopened cover, running her fingers along the smooth feel of the elevated writing. There was no reason to open the book and scan through the words beyond. She had read it more times than she could count, and knew that there was nothing in it that could get her out of her predicament. Malfoy had won again. “Stupid prat! Stupid useless book! ERR!!” she yelled, throwing the heavy book clear across the room until it bounced off the wall and landed splayed open with a thud.

“Watch it, Granger…” came a husky voice from the threshold to the bathroom. Hermione jumped in her skin, trying not to let the vast range of emotions she had experienced in hardly 24 hours get the best of her. It was no use. She couldn’t contain herself as all her feelings started bubbling to the surface like an exhaustedly shaken bottle of soda.

“This CAN’T be happening! It isn’t fair! Everything always turns out right for you! You get drunk and I end up puking. I spend endless hours in the library and give up any chance at a social life and you do nothing and still get the same grades! You make me look like an idiot bimbo at the Halloween party that I planned and make me scared for your life while you get to laugh at me with your friends! You spent the past six years calling me a mudblood and treating me lower than dirt! Now the one time I finally think I can get one up on you, it completely blows up in my face! I can’t take it anymore!” She screamed at him without any inhibitions. She expected him to shout right back at her. Instead he looked saddened by her words, as though her bluntly screaming her true feelings had actually affected him.

“Look, Hermione….” He started towards her but froze at the words he didn’t mean to say. He had said her name, and there was no taking it back with memory charms. He had said her real name, like she was an equal, a friend, or a lover. It came out so easily it scared him out of his mind. It was that simple gesture that really turned the tables and allowed Hermione to give in to their needs.

They both knew what inevitably had to be done. There was no use in using sarcasm to hide their feelings like Draco so longed to do. It wouldn’t help the situation, and for once he decided to just go with it and not hold back. He was going to let her know what he wanted and how bad he wanted it. If anything unwelcome happened afterwards, he could just use the curse as an excuse for his uncharacteristic behavior.

“We both know we want this. There’s no use in fighting… I know you don’t want to kill me. Just give in and make this easier for both of us,” he said in his sexy lust-filled voice. He moved towards the bed and stood in front of her, reaching his hand out to lift her chin and make her meet his gaze. Brown depths met deep grey-blue pools, and Draco could see her finally give in as her pupils widened in acceptance.

“This isn’t easy though… It’s complicated. SO complicated! I mean I’ve never even… I don’t even know how!”

“It might be more familiar than you realize…” he said softly, his erection gently brushing against her knee and making his body shudder at the sensation. He could see the confusion in her eyes at his words, and instead of answering her unasked question he swooped down for a kiss. A real kiss this time, full of passion and need. They fell back upon the soft comforter as their tongues intertwined, heatedly searching every crevice of their wanting mouths. She felt his tongue fight hers for control, and gasped into him when she felt his hard length grinding into her leg.

At last Draco felt pleasure instead of pain as he rubbed himself against her long leg. It was hot, fresh, and long overdue. He needed to touch every part of her body. He broke their contact briefly to scatter random kisses along her collarbone. She tasted so good and felt so warm and soft as he nuzzled his nose into her neck, taking in as much of her sweet scent as he could with each deep breath.

It seemed as if he wasn’t the only one being overrun by need. Hermione’s hands were frantically pawing at his shirt. She didn’t know what she was doing, only that it needed to be done. She needed to see his sculpted abs again. The loose school robes were only getting in her way and it took all her self-control not to just tear them to pieces. She didn’t even notice that he was reciprocating the gesture, and almost had her button down shirt completely undone.

Only when she felt his arms snake around her back and unclasp her bra did she realize how far they had gotten in such a short amount of time. The cool air hit her nipples and they instantly hardened. Draco took one last look into her dark eyes before swiftly lowering himself to her breasts. Pulling the hard bud into his hot mouth and flicking his tongue over it, he heard her moan her approval. He explored her opposite breast with his hand, all the while moving his body up and down and rubbing against her with the pace of their ragged breathing.

If it was possible, his erection was becoming more pronounced and hard behind his straining pants. He lifted himself off of her to undo the buckle, but her hands caught his in the process and took over. She clumsily tugged at it and lowered the zipper, releasing his manhood at last. He breathed a long sigh of relief as his penis sprung free, right through the hole in his silky boxer shorts.

Hermione gasped when she was abruptly greeted by his long, hard length. She couldn’t believe how big he was, not that she had much to compare him to. She suddenly had the urge to touch it, to hold him firmly in her hands. Where this urge came from, she did not know. All she knew was that it felt too good to stop. Reason and composure had never brought her such pleasure, so she completely abandoned them for the moment and followed the tingling feeling deep inside her instead.

“Can I?” she asked him timidly, panting heavily underneath him.

“Oh Gods yes….” He moaned out, dipping down for another bruising kiss. He could hardly hold himself up when he felt her small hand enclose itself around his shaft. Their tongues intertwined once more as her fingers worked their magic on his manhood. She held her hand still, taking in how soft the skin felt. Her fingers didn’t even reach all the way around, even when she tightened her grasp. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was supposed to do, so she slowly grazed her digits along his length. She explored every line, vein, and lightly circled the head with her thumb. She could feel it pulsing underneath her hand at each gentle touch. She decided to make her ministrations on his most intimate place harder and gauge his reaction. Grasping her hand firmly around him, she started to pump slowly up and down.

“Oh God, Granger… That feels… amazing,” he panted into her ear, thrusting himself into her hand in pace with her slow pumping. He increased his thrusts out of necessity, sweat starting to bead on his forehead as he felt his orgasm finally approaching. She held on tightly, expertly moving her hand along his rock hard cock, rolling the smooth skin just to touch the head before bringing it swiftly back down.

As their pace quickened, the heat growing between them was overwhelming. There was no more kissing or speaking, only the sound of uneven breath. Their eyes were gently closed, feeling every touch and sensation coursing through their bodies. Her mind empty of all reason, she thought only of the man above her. To end his pain with the pleasure she was giving him. Although technically she was in control, she felt completely lost in emotions and feelings.

His arms were quaking beneath him, hardly keeping him above his half naked beauty. He was amazed he had lasted so long after almost a twelve-hour erection. Now his pain was about to end as his balls tightened in anticipation of his fast approaching orgasm. He thanked Merlin for the rapidity of Hermione’s motions, and let out one last strangled grunt as he spilled his seed into his discarded school robe. He thought she would release him as soon as he started to cum, but was pleasantly surprised when she continued to pump him until every last drop of semen had left his throbbing member.

He felt himself already growing soft in her grasp.

The curse was over. However, he couldn’t bring himself to move off of her and lose the warmth that their bodies created. He looked up at her and their eyes met, an innocent smirk playing her lips. She moved her hand away from his manhood to wrap her arms around him and pull him into a soft kiss. He pressed into her, thanking her without words with a gentle kiss to her forehead. He then picked up his soiled robes and threw them to the floor and rolled off of her.

She groaned at the loss of heat and scooted up the bed so she could pull the blankets over herself. For some unknown reason, Malfoy was doing the same and crawling under the covers beside her. What did he think he was doing? He had his own bed, why was he getting comfortable in hers? He didn’t need to be there anymore, she had ended the curse before any permanent damage had occurred. She was about to ask him politely to return to his own quarters when she noticed his eyes were already closed. He subconsciously nestled his head into her pillow and wrapped a protective arm around her waist.

Instead of fighting she just sighed in defeat. They had the whole weekend to think about what had just occurred. There was no need to over analyze it just yet and cause the inevitable argument when they returned to their usual guarded selves. She yawned and closed her eyes, letting sleep overtake her as she snuggled soundly with the enemy.

***

The sun was streaming through the window, but Hermione was in no hurry to awaken and face the being whose arm was wrapped possessively around her. She had hoped to open her eyes to an empty bed, devoid of any shirtless, perfectly chiseled Head Boys. She had no such luck. He was still sleeping peacefully, his chest softly rising and falling with each shallow breath. And once again she found herself drawn to him as her lips lightly brushed his briefly, then pulled away to look down at his resting form.

“Go a little lower and you’ll really wake a guy up the right way,” he mumbled sleepily, smirking playfully at her. She picked up her pillow and smacked him in the face with it, laughing out loud at her childish antics.

“Oh you’re going to get it Granger…” he growled back at her, grabbing her other pillow and holding it over his shoulder like a baseball bat. She bolted to her knees, meeting his gaze with an equally amused grin.

“I dare you. C’mon, give me your best shot.”

“You asked for it,” he shrugged, before lunging at her and tossing the pillow aside. He held her hands down over her head and tickled her mercilessly. She fought back through her mad fits of giggles, desperately trying to wriggle free. Was she actually having fun? Even more alarming, was he actually having fun as well?

She was finally able to escape when she got one arm out from his clutches and slipped the rest of herself out from under him. She grabbed her pillow again and pushed it into his face, seating herself on his bare stomach while she ground the pillow into his head. His arms were flailing helplessly at his side, but finally caught her and pushed her back onto the bed.

He was about to resume his torturous tickling when he saw her face suddenly pale. He sat back and watched as she rushed to the bathroom, and heard the all too familiar heaving and vomit splattering the porcelain bowl. It brought him back to the present situation and how insane it was that he had slept in her bed, and that they were horsing around like a couple of five-year-old playmates, instead of hateful adversaries.

He found his pants and shirt scattered across the floor, and quickly dressed himself, but left his dirty robes where they were.

After about ten minutes hugging the loo, Hermione reentered her bedroom, looking slightly worse for wear. Draco was just staring at her, not knowing quite what to say. It was her that broke the silence though.

“I went to Madame Pomfrey you know… She gave me a calming draught, but here I am, puking my guts out on a regular basis. She didn’t even do any tests, she just brushed me off like being sick was no big deal. Like I was over-reacting about it… It’s not normal though… something’s wrong.” She spoke in a weak voice, defeated and fed up with her ‘illness.’

“Oh… she didn’t even bother to find out what was wrong?” he asked her with genuine concern. He knew for a fact that the school nurse was obsessed with curing her students. Hermione was probably one of her favorites, being the best friend of the Boy Who Practically Dies on a Regular Basis and all. It didn’t make sense that she didn’t do some kind of test to discover her ailment. Unless… no… She couldn’t possibly know about Hermione’s pregnancy. How could she? That didn’t make sense, but why else wouldn’t she attempt to find out what was causing her vomiting? The only solution he could think of was that she already knew the reason. He was going to have to keep an extra close eye on Poppy Pomfrey from now on…

“No, nothing. Oh well…” she trailed off before some of her senses returned to her. “We should be getting cleaned up and down to breakfast. We missed dinner last night. We don’t want people to suspect anything.”

“Yeah true. I’m sure they won’t suspect that though,” he said smirking at her, as images of the previous night flashed before his eyes. He picked up his robes off the floor and headed towards the bathroom door.

A small voice stopped him before he had completely stepped foot out of her room.

“Wait, Malfoy… Can we please call a truce? I don’t want to think about how far things will go the next time I try to get my revenge on you.”

“Don’t even tell me you didn’t enjoy that. What kind of weirdo doesn’t like a good naked Malfoy in their bed?”

“Fine I won’t tell you.”

“Ouch, now it looks like I have to be the one getting revenge on you for that hurtful comment.” He said, faking like a knife was jabbed into his chest.

“Come on, I know you don’t want to spend another day as a walking Viagra advertisement.”

“I don’t know what that is, but it doesn’t matter. I’ll call a truce to you staying far away from that book.”

“Sorry, it’s an all or nothing truce.”

“Well then I vote nothing. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have revenge to start plotting,” he said, giving her his trademark evil smirk.

“Don’t you dare! I’ll… I’ll-”

“You’ll what? Have sex with me? Suck me dry? Now I’m really scared.”

“You’re gross,” she replied lamely, trying to hide the smile creeping onto her face. He really was a prat. A prat who somehow combined charm in with his prattiness, but a prat none the less.

“Just let me know what you decide.”

“I hate you,” she called out to his retreating form.

“You wish.”

And as he closed the door behind himself, she knew he was right. She did wish she hated him. Her feelings were confusing and conflicting, but she felt everything but hate towards him.

Hermione Jane Granger was falling for Draco Malfoy. Hell had frozen over.






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First off I want to dedicate this chapter to Kay Enn, linmo, and Pickles87 for always leaving me such nice reviews after every chapter. You guys are the best : ) And I hope I was able to be of some help with your cheerleading squad, pickles!

To everyone else, you guys are awesome too! If I have time later I will try to go back and answer everyone’s reviews individually. I have to wake up in less than 4 hours though so I am trying to finish this off as quick as I can. I hope you all enjoyed the little bit of smut and lots of fluff. Your reviews really made me feel better about this story. I was getting really down on it when I posted the last chapter. I was trying to go through and fix everything and add italics and I guess I have just spent too much time with it and I think it is impossible to always like something you spend so much time working on.

Anywhoo, I’m sorry to say this will probably be the last chapter I post before Deathly Hallows comes out, and I spend two days locked in my room crying after reading it lol. I just can’t believe there won’t be any more Harry to look forward to. I guess we have the movies, but they aren’t quite the same, although I thought OotP was AMAZING! By far the best one yet. I saw it twice already lol.

A special thanks to everyone who also reviewed my other story Dr. Doogie Reincarnate. I want to work more on this story before I update it again, but I think I will eventually. I know it was a super random idea, my brain has a mind of its own sometimes, especially when I’m under the influence. Seeing Neil Patrick Harris in Harold and Kumar reminded me of that show though. It used to be one of my favs soooo long ago. I wished they played reruns of it because I can’t remember a single episode. I just know that I had a huge crush on Dr. Doogie lol.

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