THE PHOENIX

Chapter Seventeen


Draco had come out first and sat to talk with Glen while they waited. “So, what professors did Alex talk with?” he asked.

“McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick, and of course Dumbledore,” Glen replied while he checked his camera equipment.

“Snape? What did he say?”

“That she was an exceptional student, even though she was a pain in the ass,” Glen said smiling.

“I didn’t think he cared a great deal for Hermione. He should maybe tell her that,” Draco said, inwardly happy that his godfather approved of her.

Hermione then came in and Draco drank in the sight before him. She wore sheer close fitting pants with slits up the outside seam at the bottom. Underneath them, she wore thong bikini bottoms that seemed to match the two pieces of material that covered her breasts. On her feet she wore clear slip on heels, her toes peeking out.

“You look great Hermione,” Glen said as he walked towards her. “We’ll get you by yourself here first. Maybe a shot with each bike.”

Hermione went through the paces. She had leaned her hip on the bike with her hands at her sides, looking away then into the camera. Other shots, she was kneeling, straddling or just standing in front of them, tugging the pants low on her hip showing the bikini bottoms more.

Glen called an end to that outfit and went to Draco. “I would like to ask Harry if he would be in a shot or two. Would you two mind?”

Draco looked to Hermione who said that it was fine with her. He agreed, although inwardly he didn’t really want Harry to be there, or see her barely dressed. Glen smiled then rushed out.

Hermione still in her outfit came over to Draco who didn’t look happy. “It’s just a couple of pictures Draco. You are the one I want now. Harry is a friend now, nothing more,” she said.

“I know,” he replied pulling her to sit on his lap. “I still don’t like it though.”

Hermione smiled and put her arms around his neck. “Hmmm....a jealous Draco,” she said. His answer was to bring his hand to the back of her neck to pull her face closer, to touch his lips to hers.

That’s how Glen and Harry found them, Draco holding onto Hermione as they were kissing. “You guys really should get a room,” laughed Harry, getting a glare from Draco and a smirk from Hermione.

Hermione hopped off Draco’s very warm lap, “I’ll go change,” she said kissing him quickly and then rushed off to the other room to change.


Hermione slipped on the pair of low rider leather pants that showed the sides of her thong panties, and smiled to herself when she then put on the last article of clothing, her Gryffindor school scarf.

When she came back out she saw Harry and Draco, both shirtless. It was quite the sight. Harry was leaning on one of the bikes, while Draco had his hands in his jeans pockets. They both had looked up when they heard her open the door. Harry was grinning at her, while Draco gazed at her intently, his eyes taking in the bare skin between the scarf.

“Looks good Hermione,” Glen said as he guided her to Harry and Draco. “The first shot I want Harry holding onto her. Draco I want you to try to pull her towards you.”

Hermione saw the glare Draco had on his face and kissed him lightly on the mouth, then looked into his eyes, “only you Draco,” she said quietly and was glad to see his eyes soften as he touched the side of her face.

She went to Harry then faced him, “ready?” Harry nodded then looked to Draco with mischief in his eyes.

Harry pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her bare back. He leaned his head down to kiss the side of her neck. “So, is your Draco a jealous guy ‘Mione?” Harry asked quietly.

She leaned her head to the side and brought her hand to Harry’s neck. “Extremely,” she whispered.

Harry then pulled her tighter to him, his hand going up and down her back while the other one went to her bottom. Draco glared at the two. “Potter!” He warned as he stepped forward.

Harry looked over Hermione’s shoulder. “I forgot how good she feels,” he said smirking.

Hermione leaned over to bite Harry’s shoulder. “Harry, stop it,” she said trying to hide back a grin.

She turned around, her back against Harry’s chest. His arms came around her waist and across her chest. He kissed the side of her neck then her cheek. “Mmmm...tastes good too,” Harry smirked as he looked to Draco.

Draco had just about enough, he walked closer and grabbed her hand to pull her to him. Harry tried to grab her back but only managed to grasp a piece of the scarf. He brought it to his nose to smell her as her hand came to rest on his chest while her other was on Draco’s shoulder. Harry tugged on the scarf until he had all in his hands, then put it around his neck and stepped back. He then went to stand beside Glen as he switched cameras.

Glen had been busy clicking away at his cameras, moving around them as they played out the scene. He was relieved when Draco didn’t go after Harry, as it looked like he wanted to kill him. Harry didn’t help it any by egging him on either. But....it was going to look great on film.

Draco put his arms around Hermione bringing her closer to him. They both moaned at the contact of skin on skin, her bared breasts crushed against his chest. His arm came up to the back of her neck as he crushed his mouth to hers, as if he was reclaiming her. His tongue slid along her lips as it delved into her mouth to swirl against hers.

His fingers tangled into her hair as he gave a gentle tug to tilt her head back, his mouth going to her neck. He kissed, nibbled, and licked his way up until he reached her chin.

Her hands were around his back, bringing him close as she ran her fingernails down his back, leaving red marks in their wake. Draco had groaned into her neck at the pain/pleasure she put on his back.

His hands went down her back to cup her bottom, pressing her onto his erection. His mouth found hers again as she lifted her legs to wrap around his waist. Her arms around his neck, her fingers threading through his hair.

Glen had just finished his fourth roll of film when he stopped. “Okay....Hermione. I need you to face me....Draco, I want your arms around her, across her chest.”

Hermione was let down on the floor with Draco still holding her close. She gave him a quick kiss, then turned around. He made sure his arms covered her as she leaned her back against his chest. She looked around the room. “Where’d Harry go?” she asked.

“He left about the time you were scratching Draco’s back,” Glen said grinning. “This next shot I want to be similar to the muggle magazine except I want a few with Hermione looking directly into the camera.

Hermione snuggled into Draco’s warmth as his arms tightened around her. Her arms came up to hold onto his as she smiled into the camera. Draco kept the one arm across her breasts while brushing the hair away from her neck with the other, where he pressed his lips against the smooth skin.

She bent her head back to lean on his shoulder as he licked up and down her neck. Her arm came up to the back of his neck, closing her eyes at the feel of his mouth on her heated skin. His one hand went to her stomach, the other shifted so his hand rested right over her breast. She bit her bottom lip as she pushed back against his hand. “Do you have any idea what you do to me Hermione?” he whispered huskily into her ear before tugging the lobe into his mouth.

Her hand went to his hip while his went to the snap of her leather pants. His hand slipped inside, the tips of his fingers just touching her pubic hair when Glen called a halt. “Okay...guys...you looked great. Just a couple more of just you again Hermione,” he instructed.

Hermione pulled away from Draco, feeling the loss of his warmth. She covered her chest as she stood there waiting for instruction. She had talked to Glen about this last shot and couldn’t wait to see Draco’s reaction to it.

“You still okay with this Hermione?” Glen asked.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

She waited until Glen had his back turned then finished unzipping her pants to wiggle out of them. Her hands were at her panties when Draco came to her. “Hermione? What are you doing?” He asked confused as to why she was stripping down to nothing.

“It’s okay Draco. Trust me,” she said reassuringly as she gave him a nudge back.

He watched as she slid her panties down her legs. His mouth watered as he watched her walk to the pool to slip into the water, her back to them. “How long is this going to take?” he asked Glen as he stepped back, eyes never leaving Hermione.

Glen turned to Hermione, then looked knowingly to Draco. “Not too much longer now,” he said as he stepped closer to the pool. “I need you to first be partially dry then wet....and for you to be raised enough for your tattoo to be visible.”

Hermione nodded then stood up enough for her lower waist and up to be visible as she wrapped her arms across her chest. She looked back to see Draco, his eyes smoky with want for her. She licked her lips, smiling at his discomfort as he shifted from foot to foot.

She slipped into the water up to her shoulders then stood up again. “You know this water feels really good Draco...you’ll have to try it,” she said suggestively as she looked to him again.

He swallowed, “oh, I will,” he replied huskily.

She laughed to herself as she waded to the waterfall. She tilted her head back against the water as it drenched her hair, molding it to her head and down her back. She turned to face them as she stepped more into the fall of water, her arms crossed over her chest still. She slowly moved her arms up to slide through the sides of her hair, her bared breasts raising from her upraised arms.

“Okay, that’s a wrap,” Glen said as he lowered his camera.

Hermione lowered herself into the water and swam to the edge of the pool. She leaned her arms on the side, looking at a very happy photographer and a very horny looking boyfriend.

“I’ll have these pictures done in a couple of days for you to pick from Hermione,” Glen said smiling as he packed the rest of the equipment away. “In the meantime.....thanks again. And I’ll see myself out,” he said smirking as he looked to Draco.

Draco walked him out, then put a locking and silencing charm on the door. He stalked closer to the pool. “That last shot is not to be in the magazine,” he stated.

Hermione smiled impishly, “you coming in?”

He didn’t wait for a second invitation as he kicked off his shoes then slid his pants down with his boxers. She looked up and down his body and stopped at his erection and licked her lips. “Come here,” she said huskily as she backed up a bit in the water.

He came closer and sat at the edge of the pool, just about to slip in when she waded over to slip between his legs. Her hands gliding up his thighs until she wrapped her fingers around his cock. He groaned as her hand moved up and down on him and her tongue flicked against his ringed nipple. He leaned back on his hands as her mouth moved down his stomach, her tongue swirling over his heated skin. Her head went lower as she continued to pump his hardened cock, her thumb grazing the leaking head. She licked his balls with broad strokes before sucking them into her mouth one at a time, her tongue driving him to the brink of release.

“Gods.....Hermione,” he groaned as his hips bucked up into her hand. She moved up to flick her tongue against the head of his cock as he tensed. Her lips wrapped around the head as he came in her mouth, her hand squeezing him until he was spent. She swallowed every drop then kissed the tip before pulling back.

He slipped into the water and pulled her to him, hugging her close to his heaving chest. His hand came up to cup the side of her face as his thumb brushed against her bottom lip. He leaned in to kiss her mouth in a soft caress with his lips as his hand moved up her side. His one hand cupped her breast, tweaking the nipple between his fingertips while the other one slid down to slide between her legs.

His fingers slid between her folds, just barely entering before coming back out to slide up to her clit. He circled it with his fingertips as he watched her face. Her eyes were closed, her hands gripping his arms as he teased her clit unmercifully. His fingers moved lower again to plunge two fingers deep inside of her as his thumb pressed against her clit.

She started moving her hips forward as she groaned out his name. When she felt him remove his fingers from inside of her, she opened her eyes. “My turn,” he said thickly.

He gripped her hips and picked her up to sit at the edge of the pool. “You know how long I’ve wanted to taste you Hermione?” he said, licking his lips as he spread her legs more with his hands.

He started licking and nibbling his way up the inside of her leg from her knees. He finished the one leg, then moved to the next, just coming short to his goal. He placed his fingers on her mound, spreading her before him, her clit and lips glistening with her essence. He leaned in to brush his tongue along the length of her, from her entrance up to her clit in broad strokes. He went slowly, savoring her taste as he lapped up her juices. His tongue darted inside of her as his nose rubbed against her clit.

Hermione writhed beneath his mouth, moaning his name over and over again. His hands went to her hips to hold her still as he continued to lick her. She grasped his hands, needing to hang onto something as she tried to hold back her climax. His tongue circled around her clit, teasing the sensitized nub, not quite giving it full contact. He slipped two fingers inside of her going in and out as he finally wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking it into his mouth while his tongue flicked insistently against it.

“Draco,” she groaned raggedly as her climax shuddered through her lower body, clutching his fingers that were still inside of her. He removed his wet fingers and gave her clit a couple more swipes with his tongue before she pulled on his hair. “Stop,” she said breathlessly.

She scooted back as she pulled on his hand. “I want you inside of me,” she said her breathing still heavy from her orgasm.

He climbed out of the pool to lay between her spread legs. He leaned down to take one of her nipples into his mouth as he positioned himself at her slick opening. He moaned against her breast, the vibration going through the nipple as he sheathed himself inside of her still throbbing opening. He leaned up on his knees, bringing her legs up to his upper arms. He looked down to watch his erection glide inside of her inch by inch.

He watched as her hand skimmed down her stomach to come between her legs. Her fingers slid against her clit as her other hand was tugging on one of her nipples.

“Oh...god...Hermione...don’t stop,” he groaned as he started to move faster inside of her.

“Deeper,” she groaned. He started to pound into her hard and fast. “That....feels....so good,” she cried out as her fingers moved faster against her clit.

Their moans filled the room as they both cried out through their shattering climax. Draco let her legs down as he lay on top of her, kissing the side of her neck, feeling the fast beat against his lips. He kissed up her neck to her chin, nibbling it until he moved up to her mouth.

She put her arms around his back, her legs rubbing against his. “You know, one of these times we should really try this on a bed,” she smirked against his mouth.

He kissed her, letting his lips linger on hers and smiled. “Now that would be an idea,” he said and slowly raised himself to slip out of her.

They both went back into the pool to cool off and relax. “You know, we probably missed dinner by now,” Hermione said sighing tiredly.

“We’ll get something later, maybe eat it in front of the fire in our room,” Draco said as he pulled her to him.

“Hmmm....that sounds nice,” she said putting her arms around his neck. “Then maybe to bed.....after all, I did win that wager right?”

He grinned then brought his hand up to the side of her face. His eyes darkened as he brushed his thumb across her bottom lip. He looked into her eyes, “I love you Hermione,” he said seriously.

She kissed the pad of his thumb as she looked into his eyes, “I love you too,” she said softly.

His arms went around her back as he hugged her close. “God, I’ve been wanting to say that for awhile now,” he said kissing her shoulder.

“Why didn’t you?”

“I guess, I really didn’t realize it until a couple of days ago,” he said grinning as she pulled back from him.

“So where does this take us now?” she asked.

“Don’t know Hermione. I say we take it as it comes. I know I like being with you, talking with you, holding you....tasting you,” he said lastly smirking.

“Yeah, that’s definitely a perk to this isn’t it?” she said smiling. She stepped back and tugged on his hand. “Let’s go find something to eat,” she said, then saw him licking his lips as he looked at her body while she was climbing out of the pool. She laughed, “For food Draco.....god, get your head out of the gutter,” she laughed.

“Can’t help it,” he smirked. “You have a way of doing that to me.”

She laughed as she threw a towel at his chest. They both dried off and dressed then went down to the kitchens to talk to Dobby the house elf. He enthusiastically volunteered to prepare and bring something up himself for the couple.


They made their way to their room, Draco practically dragging her by the hand. By the time they made it to their dorm, an hour had passed. They had been stopped by people who wanted Hermione’s autograph or prefects who needed to ask them something. They did what they could then rushed to their portrait out of breath.

“So, how does it feel to be famous ‘Mione?” he said laughing as they entered their common room.

“I don’t feel any different,” she said shrugging her shoulders. “I’m afraid after this magazine comes out though, it will be worse.”

“Well....I’ll be there for you,” he said as he gave her a quick kiss on the mouth.

“I’m going to go change before we sit down to eat,” Hermione said.

“Need any help?” he asked hopefully.

She grinned, “no, I think I can handle it.”

When she came out in baggy shorts and tank top, it was to see Draco in sweats and tank top also. She smiled as she sat across from him on the floor, the table between them.

“You know, you still look sexy as hell in that get up,” he said looking at her braless tank top to her bare legs.

“You too,” she said smiling as she looked him up and down, then proceeded to eat her meal.

They both ate in relative silence then relaxed on the couch. Hermione had put in her ‘Evanescence’ CD and sat back against the couch. Draco lay his head on her legs as she sifted her fingers through his hair.

He closed his eyes, “mmm...that feels good,” he said quietly.

“Draco?” she started as she looked down to his face, “why me?”

“Who’s to say,” he said shrugging his one shoulder. “I never really did hate you, you know. My father ingrained his ideals into my head to act a certain way, to live up to his expectations. When Potter managed to help put him away to Azkaban, it was like a lead weight being lifted off my shoulders. Then there was you,” he said looking up at her.

“What about me?”

“My father always said that muggle borns were not fit to breath the same air than us. Then you showed up, even though you are muggle born, you are one of the smartest and talented witches I know,” he said smiling. “But then you aren’t completely muggle born are you?”

“You’re talking about my grandmother right?” she asked. He nodded his head. “She was the best. She showed me a whole new world with books and the wizarding world.”

“Were you surprised to get your Hogwarts letter?” He asked.

“Yes, I was. My grandmother never mentioned Hogwarts. When she found out I was accepted though she bought me ‘Hogwarts: A History’. I read that so many times before school actually started, I had it memorized,” she said laughing at the memory of her eagerness as a kid.

“I’d love to meet her sometime,” he said.

“Someday, maybe,” she said shrugging her one shoulder. “How about your grandparents?”

“My father’s parents were quite similar to him. They weren’t Death Eaters but they believed in the whole philosophy of purebloods being better that muggle borns. I hated visiting them.”

“What about your mother’s parents?”

“They were great. I didn’t get a chance to visit them that often as father didn’t allow it. Mother had to be very sneaky for me to see them.”

“Are they still alive?”

“No,” Draco said sadly. “They were killed by Death Eaters. My mother never forgave father for that.”

She leaned down and kissed his mouth then shifted down so her legs were laid out on the couch. Draco lay on his side, his head on her stomach.

“So....has Snape always been snarky?” she asked to lighten the mood.

Draco laughed, “Severus is actually a whole different person away from Hogwarts. I spent a lot of my summers with him. That’s where I learned to ride a bike and was able to relax from the pressures at home,” he said then looked up at her. “We’ve even ‘slummed' and gone to some muggle movies together,” he said smirking.

“Must have been pure torture for you,” she said laughing.

“He was the best thing my father ever gave me...a godfather who loved me for the real me,” he said sighing.

“I’m glad. It’s nice to have people close to you, to know that they’ll like you no matter what you do,” she said stroking the back of his hair.

“Like Weasel and Potter are to you?” he asked.

“That’s Ron and Harry.....and yes, like them. They’re my best friends.”

“Not that I’m curious, but what happened between you and Harry? You two were inseparable the last couple of years,” he asked holding his breath waiting for her answer.

She sighed, “I love Harry....I still do," she softly said, looking down to see him looking up at her. “But, not that way anymore. He’s always been there for me over the years and it just kind of happened, our friendship formed into something stronger. I think near the end we were kind of taking each other for granted. The morning before school was to start we talked about it....thought it would be better to go our separates ways,” she said.

“Are you sorry you did?”

“No way. Our friendship is still good and I got to know you.”

“You know, I really wanted to deck Potter earlier,” he said grinning up at her.

She laughed, “you never had to worry about anything. He was doing it on purpose to get a rise out of you.”

“Well....it worked.”

“Besides, his kisses don’t make me want to jump him, as yours......do,” she said leaning down to kiss the top of his head.


The two talked until late in the morning, getting to know each other better. They ended up falling asleep, still laid out on the couch, Hermione’s fingers in his hair and his hand around her waist as he nuzzled her stomach.


Thanks to Lessa for beta-ing