Mistaken Identities

“Want to tell me what bug crawled up your butt?” Hermione snapped at him, several hours later.

“I’m fine.” Draco knew that answer was making her batty but he didn’t really know what was wrong or how to say it.

She just growled at him and got up, slamming to door to the bathroom behind her. Within moments the door was yanked back open and she stomped back out.

“Bugger fine. Tell me what is going on in that head of yours or I’ll...” She stopped aocusocused narrowed eyes at him. Draco let out a long suffering sigh.

“I don’t know what to say, ok?”

“Try.” She crossed her arms over her chest and was practically tapping her foot.

“I’m attracted to you right? That much should be obvious. Like right now, part of my brain is focused on how nice your chest looks when you fold your arms like that.”

Draco took some pleasure out of the blush that stained her cheeks. She yanked her hands down and held them by her side and then she blushed ever darker and crossed them across her chest again.

“Yes, and?” She snapped.

“I’m not a nice guy, ‘Mya. And I seem to be when it’s just you and I and that scares me because sooner or later we’re going to go back to the real world and I’m going to be an ass again.” The words coming out of his mouth were all wrong but he couldn’t stop the itchy feeling under his skin.

“Are you saying nothing is going to change?” She frowned as she said it.

“No. Yes. I don’t know.” *Get a grip Malfoy.* He leaned back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Looking at her was too distracting. “I mean, in some ways things will change because I’ll get to actually be me and not a caricature of me. In other ways... I like being a bit of a bastard. I’m cold most of the time. And I have every intention of having power and a great deal of influence in the wizarding world.” There was an unfamiliar ache in his chest and it disconcerted him.

He could almost feel her staring at him and he wondered what she was thinking. He tipped his head up enough so he could glance at her from under his lashes.

“I am still waiting for the point, Malfoy.”

Draco flinched at the way his last name fell from her lips.

“I am not the man you think I am.” He finally uttered.

It took a full thirty seconds before Hermione started to laugh, a full belly laugh that one might even call a guffaw.

“Stop laughing!” He shouted. With horror he found himself almost in tears. *How can anyone ever really accept me for who I am? Especially her.*

The smile on her lips died and she stared at him with a serious face.

“None of us are, Draco, none of us are.”

He sat up sharply and buried his head in hands.

“Don’t you get it? I’m NOT a good person! I thought what we did in the subway was funny and you were on some kind of mission to save a lowly, good for nothing punk... how can I ever be...” He trailed off, unwilling to admit where that thought could lead him.

“Jesus, Draco. When you unload you don’t screw around.” Hermione sighed and sat down next to him. “I know you but not as well as I would like to. The reverse is true, I think. I hope. And who knows what the future holds. We could all be dead tomorrow. For now, I’m willing to be satisfied with you hating Moldy with a passion. We’ll just have to deal with the rest as it comes along.”

“Get that out of a book, Granger?” Draco snapped. Part of him was overjoyed that she was willing to really see him. Part of him was angry that he was so vulnerable, so weak. Malfoys were never weak.

“Fuck you, Draco.” She replied, though with very little rancor.

Tentatively, he reached out one arm and wrapped it around her shoulders. With a sigh, she set her head into the crook of his neck.

“How do you feel about a nap?” He whispered.

Hermione smiled into his shoulder.

“Do you really want to nap?” She whispered back.

“Not in the slightest.”

Hermione didn’t respond... verbally. Instead, she let one hand drift up his thigh. He remained entirely still as her hands stopped short his growing erection. He bit back a sound of frustration as she slid behind him with a rustle, settling her legs around his waist. Her hands slipped under his shirt and she ran her nails over the smooth skin of his chest. Every nail found the dips of his muscles and he kept his face passive though his cock twitched with every pass of her hands.

“You’re such a tease.” He whispered, voice low.

Hermione leaned forward and placed her lips close to his ear. “I know.”

Her lips trailed down his neck and she bit him gently at the base of his neck. She tugged at his shirt and he shrugged out of it. Her mouth trailed down the ridges of his back as her hands lightly stroked his erection. He growled low in his throat and twisted his body around, capturing her in his arms. The rest of his body followed and Draco pinned Hermione’s hands to the bed.

“My turn." He said before he dipped his head and trailed his mouth down her neck.

“Good.” She gasped with a purr.

Somehow, through the haze of his lust, he managed to get her shirt off and with great satisfaction closed his mouth over one erect nipple. She shuddered as he drew his teeth over the soft skin of her breast. He traced a pattern with his mouth and tongue over her taut belly and paused above her hips. She bucked them up towards him in response and he grinned, looking up at her as he tugged her pants free of her body.

Her sex was hot and wet under his mouth and her cry of pleasure raised goose bumps on his skin. He pressed one finger inside her as he sucked sharply on her clitoris. She keened and came, thrashing wildly under his hands and mouth. It was too much for Draco’s overheated body.

He wriggled free of his pants in a moment and eagerly entered her flushed body. He did not bother to restrain his moan of pleasure. Leaning back, he set her legs on his shoulder and began slowly moving in and out of Hermione’s wet passage.

“Merlin, Draco! Go faster!”

“As my lady commands.” He gripped her hips and picked up the pace, knuckles white as he attempted to control himself.

Reaching one hand down, he pressed his palm against her clitoris as he himself deep inside her. Her eyes fluttered closed and he knew she was close.

“Come with me baby. Come with me.” She nodded and he feer ber body clench around him, pulling him over the edge. He shuddered and came, spilling his seed deep inside her.

Separating her legs, he draped his body over hers trying to keep his softening cock in her warmth for as long as possible. Draco worked one hand into her hair and nuzzled his face into her neck. Hermione sighed in contentment, tangled her legs with his, and wrapped her arms around him.