What I\'ve Always Known

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Take to the Sky


“All students in sixth year are required to participate in flying lessons this week from 1:00-3:00PM for the remainder of this school week and next school week. Brooms will be provided for those who have none and Madam Hooch will, of course, be coaching you. Are there any questions?” Professor McGonagall addressed their class one Thursday afternoon. Dean Thomas raised his hand. “Yes Thomas?”

“Lessons for what Professor?” He asked and the class snickered.

“Flying lessons Thomas, as I repeated several dozens of times. So kind of you to decide to finally listen.” Professor McGonagall’s nostrils were flared, clearly communicating she was annoyed. Dean blushed and elbowed Seamus Finnigan in the ribs for laughing at him.

Hermione shared a grin with Harry, and then went back to the book in her lap. Under one of her spells, the book simply resembled a copy of her Ancient Runes textbook. To her however, it was very different. This book, among the other books she had signed out of the library last week, was proving extremely helpful. Although she had had to make several excuses not to have sex with Draco, she told herself the look on his face the next time she did go back to his rooms with him, would be worth it.

She tuned out Professor McGonagall again, far too intrigued on a chapter about erogenous zones to even worry about flying in front of her entire year.


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One hour after lunch, Hermione found herself sandwiched between Ron and Harry, broomstick in hand, watching the doors of the school for Madam Hooch. She could barely breathe for the butterflies in her stomach. She had never let anyone see her fly, as she was so horrible, staying on the broom was truly an incredible accomplishment. To make matters worse, she had to fly in front of Draco, the only person she really cared about impressing.

All too soon, the open doors opened, and two figures emerged. One of them Hermione recognized as their own Madam Hooch, however the other figure was swathed in dark robes and it was impossible to make out their features. But there was something hauntingly familiar about that round shouldered posture…

Madam Hooch gave a sharp blast on the silver whistle around her neck to silence the talking, and in the foreground of the other figure.

“I’m afraid I overlooked two crucial appointments this week, and I will not be able to instruct you in your first two lessons. Instead I have found a very experienced Quidditch player to get you started.” She gestured to the figure behind her, and they stepped forward, long fingers reaching up to their hood.

“I daresay a fair few of you are familiar with Viktor Krum?” Madam Hooch directed at the students, who gasped as the hood came off the figures head.

Hermione grinned as she recognized the sharp, strong features of her very first boyfriend. Harry elbowed Hermione as Viktor caught sight of her.

“Hermione!” He exclaimed, apparently having figured out the correct pronunciation of her name over their time apart.

“Viktor!” Hermione squealed, before rushing over into his waiting arms. They shared a lingering hug, before they broke apart and merely smiled at each other. Behind her, Draco made his way over to Harry, grinding his teeth.

“What is hedoing back here?” He hissed through his teeth. Harry merely raised an eyebrow and replied.

“Teaching us. Should be fun, shouldn’t it?”

“Have you quite forgotten that he used to date Hermione?” Demanded a very tense Draco. Harry adopted a look of mock surprise.

“Oh, I quite had. How about that, the Prince of Slytherin being instructed by the Princess of Gryffindors old flame; a world-wide famous Quidditch player, whose titles include-“

“Thank you Potter; that will do.” Draco’s eye twitched as Harry shook with laughter. Hermione floated back over to where Harry and Draco stood as Viktor had everyone form six lines. She ended up between Harry and Draco, a grin plastered on her face.

“Oh my! That was a pleasant surprise wasn’t it?” She asked them.

Harry nodded.

Draco grunted.

Harry started laughing again as he cast an amused eye over Draco rigid shoulders. Viktor had everyone mount their brooms, and then started down every row, correcting people’s grips as needed. When he reached their row, Harry collapsed into a new fit of giggles as he greeted Viktor enthusiastically. Viktor smiled as he reached Hermione.

“Your right hand should be leaning inwards.” He suggested.

“Like this?”

“No more…here I’ll show you.”

Viktor moved behind Hermione, one arm around her waist, as the other corrected her grip. Hermione noticed he was a lot closer then necessary, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Draco’s silver stare burning a hole in the side of Viktor’s head.

“Thank you.” She said and Viktor released her to look at Draco’s grip. Hermione was quite confident Draco would not need to be corrected, so Hermione took advantage of the silence during Viktor’s inspection.

“Viktor, may I introduce Draco Malfoy, my boyfriend.” She laid a hand on Draco’s shoulder. Draco’s head snapped in her direction, his expression surprised. Hermione smiled up at him and he grinned down at her before extending his hand for Viktor to shake.

Viktor smiled and shook Draco’s hand enthusiastically.

“I think you have been playing Quidditch a long time?” He nodded at Draco’s grip.

“Yes, on the Slytherin house team.” Draco said modestly, leaving out the fact that he was the captain, and well respected by all other teams’ captains. By the time he graduated, Hermione imagined professional Quidditch teams would be drooling at the prospect of having him joining their league. She didn’t doubt even the England’s team themselves would be clamoring for his attention.

“He’s captain this year.” Hermione said fondly. Viktor chatted with Draco for another minute or two, before moving off to the row behind theirs.

“You didn’t need to do that you know.” Draco whispered to her softly.

“What?” Hermione looked up at him. “Be proud?”

Draco smiled back and dipped his head to kiss her.

“Down in front!” Seamus cried from right behind them, making both Hermione and Draco laugh before their kiss was broken. Hermione twisted around and stuck her tongue out at him. Seamus laughed and rolled his eyes at Harry, who rolled his own back.

The rest of the two hour lesson passed much the same way, and soon Viktor was dismissing them for their final lesson before dinner.

“Hermione I am about to satisfy a very primitive urge.” Draco said to her as they all made their way inside for Potions. Hermione looked up at him as Draco pulled them to a stop, about twenty feet away from where Viktor was being begged for autographs by several sixth years.

“A primitive ur-“Draco laid a finger gently over her mouth. Without waiting for a reaction, Draco took her mouth in a very fiery, very passionate kiss for the middle of the school yard. Hermione squealed slightly out of surprise, but Draco splayed his hand on her upper back and held her effortlessly against his body. Hermione blushed and thought about struggling, but she knew it was no good. So she simply opened her mouth to him and he stroked his tongue along hers. Hermione could feel the eyes staring, but as Draco continued plundering her mouth, she started to just give herself up to the moment. Slowly and deliberately, she ran her hands up his forearms and biceps, stopping to squeeze slightly. If he was going to bask in his testosterone, why not help him do the thing right? After a couple more seconds, Draco released Hermione and took her hand to lead her into the school towards the dungeons, satisfied smirk in place as Viktor’s gaze followed them inside.


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Hermione passed Potions by reading another chapter of her ‘Ancient Runes’ textbook under the desk, finally finishing the entire volume just before the end of the lesson. As she was stowing the book away in her bag, Draco came up behind her and ran his hands down her arms.

“Can I expect the pleasure of your company tonight?” He asked, already looking as if he expected another no, as had been all week. Hermione grinned and pulled the book back out of her bag. She tapped it once with her wand and the charm came off, showing the title ‘Wizarding Kama Sutra”. Draco made a squeaking noise and Hermione shoved the book quickly into his bag.

“Interesting really.” She said casually, as though she had shown him nothing more exciting than a book on the lifestyle of Flobberworms. “I daresay I learned a great deal. See you tonight Draco.” She kissed him on the cheek, as his mouth still gaping open, staring at the spot the book had been. Hermione giggled and left the dungeon for dinner, making sure her hips swayed just how she knew he liked it.

Dinner had never seemed longer to Hermione as she ate her fill of shepherds pie and pudding, chatting to Harry about that afternoons flying lesson. She could barely keep her gaze off Draco the whole time, wishing night would just hurry up and fall.

Up in the common room she bullied her brain into focusing on her homework, and she had soon ploughed her way through enough to satisfy her for one night. Shouting excuses over her shoulder, she ran up to her dorm, slamming and locking the door behind her.

She dropped to all fours and scrambled around under her bed for a shoebox. Soon her fingers wrapped around the edge and she pulled it out. Taking the lid off, she grinned as her eyes fell on the lacy red and black lingerie she had purchased on a whim a month ago in Hogsmeade, at the time not sure if she would even ever wear it. She stood up and pulled all of her clothing off, placing her robe to the side for later. Carefully, she used a charm to curl her hair into tight ringlets and applied bright red lipstick.

With a sense of pride that was not alien to the Slytherin house, Hermione pulled on the blood red and black corset, and lacy black panties. Carefully she clasped a black leather choker around her neck, bringing one end of a fine chain to a loop in the front of the choker and the other end to the loop on the matching bracelet on her wrist. As a final touch, she pulled on fishnet stalkings, with lacy black garters. Pulling her robe back on, she carefully did up the clasp so her outfit underneath was completely concealed.

Now came the hardest part. Hermione went to the blank wall, and leaned her back against it as she had seen Draco do. Focusing on blonde hair and silver eyes, she parted her lips.

“Draco…”She half sighed, and almost fell backwards as the wall opened to her. With all the stealth of a suit of armor, she moved through the tunnel and through countless corridors, anticipation building fiery-sweet in her lower belly. Her desire was causing her actions to be sloppy and rushed. She was only fifty feet from Mallogoff’s portrait, when footsteps approached from that direction, and the round-shouldered figure of Viktor stooped into view.

“Hermione? What are you doing down here?” He asked when he reached her. “You look cold; I better take you back to Gryffindor Tower.” He took Hermione’s hand and tried to turn her around.

“No, Viktor, thank you but I’m a prefect and I was just patrolling the halls.” She lied, wanting more than anything to just run to Draco’s room. Suddenly, her arm brushed against the clasp of her robes, and she felt it slide alarmingly.

Before she could free her other hand from Viktor’s’, her robes clasp had fallen open, revealing everything from the choker, to the fishnet stockings and garters. Viktor turned around before Hermione could turn away. His eyes traveled the length of her body, his expression aghast…and hungry.

“Hermione…is this for me?” Viktor choked. Hermione opened her mouth to reply as a dangerous gleam appeared in Viktor’s eyes.