Experience

TITLE: Experience 2
RATING: R
PAIRING: DM/HG, HP/HG
SUMMARY: Love triangle between Harry/Draco/ Hermione. Virginal Hermione
decides to let Malfoy seduce her.
DISCLAIMER: Only the plot is mine. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Draco and the rest all
belong to JKR. *sniffle*
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:

Chichi– I’ll try not to! Thanks for adding me to the favorites list!
Liz Valentine– Thanks! And hey. . .wait to you see what I do with Harrylso.lso. . .this is
going to be a Draco/Hermione happy ending. As well as a Harry/Hermione happy
ending. . .just watch how I do that.
Maya – Thank you so much! Keep reading.
Kitten– There are some quality HP/HG stories out there. Personally, I was a SS/HG
shipper for a while. I’ve jumped ship though!
Jaziadaxx– to to hear it! Keep reading. And pacing is everything in a story!
Anya– I know what you mean about Draco. The guy’s got charisma, you know? LOL
And I’m glad you think they’re in character. Its hard to do!
SophiaN – Innovative? Really! That’s hard to do in this popular of a genre. But thank
you! I’m really happy to hear you say that. No one wants to read the same kind of
story over and over again.
Kasumi– Thank you! And no, Draco won’t just be a ‘him’bo. . .or a foil for Harry. He’s
going to be really important to Hermione. And Harry’s going to have a run for his
money.
Wickedwitch– I just love your nic! And thank you! I’m glad you like it so far.
Irina– I know it’s a bit of a cliche. Hopefull’ll ’ll be able to pull of my twists and turns
to keep it interesting! And I’m glad you like jealous Ginny. Sometimes she can be such
a pushover. I wanted to give her an edge! :) Thanks for reading.
Schulyer– Thank you so much! I really enjoyed your review. Constructive praise and
criticism is so rare. It makes me want to write! LOL. I’m glad you like Harry and
Hermione together. I have a soft spot for those two. My secret passion is Malfoy
though. Growl! I’m glad I’m keeping them IC.
deedee– Thanks! Here’s more.
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Hermione was poised to enter the Great Hall. She just couldn’t make her feet
work. She knew that she would have to go in there and face Harry after she’d said
those outrageous things the night before and she wasn’t looking forward to it. Harry
had muttered something about taking a shower and stumbled out of her room after her
double entendre. She also knew Draco Malfoy would be sitting at the Slytherin table
looking smug, superior, and, let’s face it. . .sexy. Thank Merlin he wasn’t a mind
reader. Wait a minute. . .he wasn’t a mind reader, right? Deciding she was going to
drive herself crazy if she stayed in the corridor any longer she forced her feet to move
forward
Inside, she found Harry, Parvati, Ginny, and Ron seated together. They were
eating and joking, enjoying being all together again. She sat down next to Ginny,
looking a le ple pale. She made herself peek across the table at Harry only to find him
watching her with a knowing smile. “Good morning, Hermione.”
“Good morning,” she managed. She leaned forward and whispered. “About
last night–“
”What *about* last night?” Ginny asked, drawing her attention away from Ron
and looking back and forth between them. She didn’t like the ‘I’ve got a secret-ness’
about them. “What happened?”
“Ah, Hermione has a crush on someone.” Harry said as evasively as possible.
“She was just asking me for some advice.”
“A crush on who?” Ginny asked suspiciously.
Hermione tried not to laugh. “A guy at this school.”
“Oh, well that’s. . .that’s. . .” Ginny threw her arms around Hermione. “Terrific!
Good luck!”
Hermione shrugged out of her arms. “Well, we’ll see.”
“Who’ve you got a crush on?” Ron questioned, his protective instincts rising to
the fore. “Do we know him?”
“Most definitely,” Harry quirked an eyebrow at Hermione. “We know him
very well.” He was enjoying needling her about this.
“Well, what’s the big secret?” Ron asked.
Hermione hesitated. “It’s. . .well. . .I–“
”Leave her alone, Ron,” Parvati said, placing a hand on his arm. “She probably
wants to see if he likes her first before a rumor gets started. The Gryffindor rumor mill
is legendary. “
”That’s right!” Hermione said gratefully. “Thanks, Parvati.”
“You told Harry!” Ron said, indignantly. “I can keep a secret. You could
have come to me for advice.”
“Oh, Ron,” Hermione sighed. “I didn’t mean to. . .look, it would be weird
telling you because we went out.” This part was the truth at least.
“I guess so.” Ron nodded. He did feel a bit possessive of her. The only guy he
didn’t mind sharing Hermione with was Harry.
“You know, Hermione, if I were you, I’d go over and say ‘hi’ to him,” Harry
challenged. He wanted her to get this out of her system. Malfoy, true to form, would
be an ass about it and Harry’d at least get to punch his lights out. Frankly, he’d never
heard a more harebrained scheme. He chalked it up to Malfoy’s dubious charms. The
way the girls in the school reacted, you’d swear he was part Veela.
“This isn’t the time or the place, Harry.” She insisas sas she grabbed up a scone.
Now that her stomach wasn’t doing flip flops she could eat again. But she couldn’t
resist a glance at Slytherin table. Seated about fifteen feet from her sat Draco Malfoy.
Woah! He was watching her. As he noticed her interest, Draco brought his fingers to
his mouth and licked them, lapping up a bit of jam that had escaped his toast.
Hermione’s knee connected with the underside of the table as she hastily
struggled to her feet and beat a quick retreat. The sound of Malfoy’s laughter followed
her out of the room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
“How much does a freelance wizard make?” Harry pondered as he looked at his
questionnaire.
“Good or evil?” Ron asked.
“Good,” Harry said definitively.
Ron grinned. “Not that much. If you were evil, you could. . .I dunno rob people.
Oh! Or break into Gringotts.” All the 7th years were participating in a preliminary
career survey. Hogwarts always tried to place its graduates in the Wizarding
community.
“Shh!!” Hermione scowled at them. “You should be taking this seriously. We’re
supposed to be answering these honestly. You should be reflecting on yourself and
your goals before you answer.” She had managed to recover from the debacle of this
morning. Thankfully, they hadn’t had any classes with Slytherin yet.
“This coming from the girl who knew what she wanted to do in preschool!” Ron
shook his head.
“As a matter of fact, Ronald Weasely, I wanted to be a dentist in preschool. I
used to practice on our cat, Snuffles.”
Harry smiled at the image of Hermione in one of her parent’s white voluminous
lab coats fixing the family cat’s teeth. “Was he a good patient?”
She laughed. “He was horrid! Snuffles used to howl and moan. I was only
trying to clean his teeth.”
“If you tried that with Crookshanks, he’d take your arm off,” Ron commented.
“You know, this test is supposed to help us find out what we’re good at it but the
questions are so. . .bizarre. Here, listen to this one.” Harry cleared his throat and read
in an authoritative, ‘teacherish’ voice. “I sometimes like to brew potions.” He frowned.
“Well, that all depends. Is Snape standing behind me while I do it? Because, then. . .no,
I don’t like to. And what kind of potion is it? If its Polyjuice pn, cn, count me out. “
“You might be over thinking these, Harry,” Hermione replied, trying to stifle a
snicker. “And I answered that one in the affirmative.”
“Of course you did, Miss Perfect Potions Prefect,” Ron teased.
Her silver prefect badge was newly shined and put in a conspicuous plon ton the
collar of her robe. “You two could have been prefects if only you’d applied
yourselves.”
“We were too busy with Quidditch practice,” Harry answered. “This year we’re
going to clean Slytherin’s clock.”
Ron and Harry high-fived each other and Hermione rolled her eyes.
“Hey, Hermione, you want to come watch us tonight?” Ron asked.
Every year opposing Houses held informal scrimmage games to get back into
prac. “. “Sure, is it down at the Pitch?”
“Yep,” Harry answered. “You know, Malfoy will be there.”
“You know what that means!” Ron crowed.
“Harry! I can’t believe you told–“
Harry cut her off. “No penalties for unnecessary roughness.”
“Oh,” Hermione looked down at her hands. Harry gave her a look for doubting
his discretion.
“What were you g to to say, Hermione?”
“Nothing, Ron. I just. . .what do you mean by ‘unnecessary roughness’ ?”
“Usually, you lose points for bumping a person or. . . you know, being a bit
rough with the bludger.” the redhead answered.
“You mean, you’re going to beat him up?” She asked incredulously.
“You make us sound like we’re going to sucker punch him or something.” Harry
said defensively.
“Really, Hermione!” Ron admonished. “We may have dressed up as Crabbe and
G one one night but we sure as hell don’t act like ‘em.”
“We’re just going to play for keeps,” Harry said with conviction, ostensibly
talking about the game.
But his eyes were fixated on Hermione.
*~*~*~*~*~*
The players were flying by at a breakneck speed. The bludgers were
particularly nasty because they hadn’t been used all year and they were going after the
players with a single-mindedness that kept everyone on their toes. The snitch, ever and
an elusive ball, was busy flittering around so fast it was a blur.
Hermione was seated in one of Gryffindor’s bleachers. Parvati and Ginny were
seated in the front row visiting with the other player’s girlfriends and boyfriends. It
was unseasonably ward Hed Hermione shrugged off her robes and fanned herself with
the notes she’d been idly looking over. She looked through her magical binoculars and
found Ron beating a bludger off of a team mate. She smiled as she saw him smack it
thirty yards down the field. He was quite good at this game. She sought out Harry
next. He was hovering at the opposite end of the field, watching for the snitch. He was
also fanning himself. She told herself she would look for Mal--
“Never fancied you for a Peeping Thomas, Granger.”
Hermione bit her lips. No, it couldn’t be. . .? She lowered her binoculars. It
was. “Malfoy.”
“I’m glad you remembered my name,” he said sardonically. Draco was floating
directly beside her. She gasped as she saw what he *wasn’t* wearing. He’d stripped off
his cape and shirt completely, leaving him in the tight khaki breeches favored by
Quidditch players. His chest was well-defined and creamy white. The muscles stood
out in high relief. His skin was luminous; dozens of sweat droplets clung to him. She
thought he resembled one of those perfect marble sculptures she was always tempted to
touch in museums. There was a line of silvery white hair that began at his navel and
traveled lower to disappear beneath his belt buckle.
“I’m not a Peeping Thomasina. I was merely watching the game. What are you
doing here anyway?”
He went for the obvious. “Playing Quidditch.”
She glowered at him but became fascinated by the silver chain around his neck.
On the end of it was a serpent pendant. It was cobra with ruby eyes, poised to strike.
Draco quirked an eyebrow at her. “See anything you like, Granger?”
She swallowed thickly. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
“How far would you go?”
She squeezed her eyes shut and blurted out. “All tay?”ay?”
“Are you asking or telling me, Granger? Because I definitely ‘go all the way.’ ”
Malfoy was playing havoc with her central nervous system. He looked like a
Greek god, a Greek god astride a large phallic shaped object. She had to admire the
absurdity of it. Quite literally he was sex on a stick. . .and by the look of things it was a
*big* stick.
“Well?” His eyes were icy hot and demanding. “Cat got your tongue?”
Just then, the golden snitch flew over their heads and to the back of the
stadium.
Malfoy trained his eyesthe the little ball. He spared Hermione a glance before
heading off. “We’ll finish this later.”
Harry was right behind him. He flew over Hermione’s head at so fast a speed it
shook the bleachers. “Be careful!” She called. She wasn’t quite sure who it was meant
for.
Malfoy almost had the ball in his graspn Han Harry bumped into him, sending
him careening to the left. Draco struck back and this time Potter flew off course. Just as
Malfoy was about to seize the ball once more, Harry came up from behind and scooped
it up. Draco let out a stream of curses. Gryffindor won the match.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Later on that evening, Hermione was resting on her bed. She’d had a roller
coaster of a day with Malfoy and Harry had given her emotions quite a workout. Harry
was always aggressive when it came to Quidditch but he’d seemed extra belligerent
today. And Malfoy had stepped up his flirting -- or sexual harassment of her. It really
depended on how you looked at it. She sighed as she rolled over and willed herself to
sleep. She’d think about these things tomorrow.
Hermione’s door flew open and shuffling was heard a the end of her bed. She
seized her wand from her bedside table and shouted. “Revealez!” Just as Harry and
Ron threw off the invisibility cloak. They stood there staring at her with dopy grins and
a quart of pumpkin juice. She squared her jaw. “You’re lucky. I was just about to
magic you into oblivion. What is it with you two and that damned cloak?”
“Aw, come on, Hermione,” Ron pleaded. “We’re here to celebrate!”
“Yes! To our complete and total victory over Slytherin!” Harry picked up the
jug and attempted to toast with it.
“You’re breaking curfew, you know,” she informed them archly, trying not to
give in.
“We used the cloak because we didn’t want to get caught,” Ron explained.
“You’re not going to turn us in are you, Miss Prefect?” Harry got on his knees
before her to ‘plead’ for mercy. “Please?”
Ron caught on to the game. He, too, bent down. “Please?! We brought you some
pumpkin juice. . .and. . .” He reached into his cloak and pullut aut a bag of chocolate
frogs. “Chocolate!”
“Just shut the door before someone sees you,” she gave in, a smile tugging at
her mouth. “By the way, where are your ‘better halves’?” Harry pulled three cups from
his cloak and began pouring juice.
Ron stood up. “We thought we deserved some Trio Time.” It was their code
for spending time with just each other.
“Oh. . .” Hermione pulled him into a hug, her eyes tearing up a bit. “Thanks, I
needed that. You have no idea how much I missed you this summer.”
“Hey!” Harry interjected. “It was my idea. Where’s my hug?”
Hermione reluctantly released her red haired best friend. “Wait your turn!”
she admonished Harry.
“Yeah, some of us are more important,” Ron teased. “And I bet you missed
me just as much as I missed you, Hermione!” Ron kissed her cheek. “And if you don’t
mind, I’m going to use your washroom.” As a prefect, she had a half a bath attached to
her room. Ron let out a low whistle as he entered the other room. “Scented candles
and everything.”
Hermione approached Harry. “Thank you, too.” He eagerly pulled her into
his arms. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it but this was different from any other
hug he’d ever given her. He held her closer, pressing their bodies together more
intimately. And his hands were on her lower back. . .he normally placed them in the
middle. She pulled back to look up questioningly into his eyes but Harry moved his
face closer to hers as if she had unknowingly given him an invitation. Heost ost looked
like he was going to kiss her mouth. She presented him with her cheek instead. Harry
blushed a brilliant red as he released her.
“What are you doing in there?” Hermione called to Ron as she backed away
from Harry. She was more confused than ever.
Ron came out with two lighted candles. “These smell nice. Parvati has a trunk
load of them too.” He looked to Harry who was watching Hermione with the oddest
expression. “Does Ginny have any?”
“Ginny?” Harry repeated dumbly.
“Your girlfriend?” Ron reminded. “My sister?”
Harry stared at him blankly.
Ron tried again. “Chamber of secrets? Big snake?”
“Oh! Right. Girlfriend. Um, er, pumpkin juice. Anyone else thirsty?” He
retrieved their glasses and pulled up a chair at the small table Hermione had in her
room. She used the space to mediate student conflicts.
Hermione nodded as she took the seat opposite Harry. “I could go for some.”
She drained her glass as if it were a shot of alcohol.
“What’s wrong with you two?” Ron asked suspiciously. “Were you talking
about me?” He absently filled their glasses.
Hermione laughed, trying to lighten the mood. “No, Paranoid Pete, we
weren’t.”
“Yeah, we were talking about something else. Um, Hermione, I-I’m really
sorry,” Harry beseeched.
She laid her hand on his. “It’s all right. I forgive you,” she blew out a breath.
“So, what did you guys want to do?”
“We wanted to start the new school year out right! With a toast, of course.”
Ron enthused. He picked up his glass. “To our final year!”
“To us!” Harry said, raising his.
Hermione put her glass in the air. “To getting what we want!”