Lunar Magick

Chapter 2

She woke the next morning to find that she was sweaty and flushed. She had dreamed of a summer night with Draco and Ginny…again.
Hermione got up, made her bed, and began searching for some sexy makeup to put on. She felt like dressing up more, now that she knew someone was checking her out. With ample gel, her hair was slicked into a ponytail, and her curls were looped into a creative bun. She shaded her earth-coloured eyes, which seemed to have flecks of precious gold, with a smoky maroon colour; her pouty lips glazed with a translucent red, just enough to make them shine. She then got into her school uniform, hiked up her skirt, and went downstairs to breakfast.

A lot of people turned their heads to gawk when she entered the Great Hall, and Hermione went to her usual seat, and saw that Harry and Ron were nowhere to be found. She spotted Draco sitting at his usual table, gave him a look, then dropped her napkin ‘accidentally’ and bent down to pick it up. She sat down, and looked over again to make sure he was gazing in her general direction when she picked it up; he had been, apparently, because he had a huge grin on his face. Fred and George were there, but they avoided looking at her as much as possible, because they didn’t want to make her think they were checking her out or anything. She was Ron’s little friend…too awkward. Harry and Ron never showed up to breakfast. Their absence made Hermione a little suspicious, but she didn’t allow herself to worry about them, because some time apart was needed.
A whole day of classes passed, and still there was no sign of Ron or Harry. Professor Snape walked in front of Hermione, and she felt obliged to ask him something.

“Uh…Professor Snape? You wouldn’t, by any chance, know where Harry and Ron are, would you?” He scrutinized her new hair and makeup briefly and replied,
“No, I’m afraid I don’t. They’re probably off getting into trouble…or maybe they went to the Quidditch match?”
“Okay. Thanks, Professor.” Hermione started off immediately for the Quidditch Stadium. What was so urgent? Perhaps she was beginning to miss her friends.

Along the way, she literally bumped into Draco, who was walking to Charms class.
“Draco! I uh…” she was startled, and tried awkwardly to think of something to say to him.
“I…had…fun the other night—uh last night” She blushed and smiled. Draco looked pleased, almost proud, then said,
“Yeah…I’d like to finish that sometime…how about tonight?” Stumped, Hermione agreed. He then gave her instructions to meet him in the courtyard near Herbology Greenhouse 3, at 10 o’clock.

Hermione finally arrived at the Stadium, and found Ron and Harry just coming out of the change rooms at the end of the match.
“Ron! Harry!” She shouted. Harry looked a little startled, then said, “What is it, Hermi? I hope you’re not still mad at us…we wanted to apologize…” She looked at them both gratefully, then said,
“I only came here because I didn’t know where you were, and thought maybe something bad had happened to you both.” They all smiled at each other. Ron put his arm around Harry and Hermione, and stated their mission,
“Come on you guys, let’s go to the shop and get some Every Flavour Beans and chocolate frogs…this calls for a celebration”. They set off to the store, crammed their baskets full of candy, and went back to the Gryffindor Common Room to stuff their faces and be merry. The trio never outgrew their love for copious amounts of candy, and there was always a cause for chocolate frogs in Ron’s mind.

While they warmed by the fire and discussed their days, Ron started to look guilty.
He told Hermione, “Look. I’m really truly sorry about what I said last night you know. I feel awful. It’s just that I didn’t know what to make of you and Draco. I mean to say, he’s always been such an ass to you…to everyone!”
Hermione looked down in recognition.

“I know, Ron, and I’m glad you care about me enough to consider my ‘well being’. However, Draco and I…basically made amends last night, and we just realized that we were attracted to each other. I don’t know if it’ll last…it might be just a fling.” Harry added his two cents worth after she had finished.
“Well, Hermione, as long as you’re happy, right? And if Draco’s happy, that’ll actually help Ron and I out a little…he might be a bit more…pleasant.” Hermione laughed lightly then told them, “Actually, guys, I’ve made plans with him this evening. It’ll be our first ‘date’.” Harry and Ron looked at each other, as if impressed by her remark.

Harry told Hermi while unpacking his trusty Wizard’s Chessboard, “Feel free to use my invisibility cloak. It’s on my trunk” he added a bit after, “oh and Hermi? Good luck and have fun! Tell us how it went at breakfast.”
“If you’re good” she replied, and smiled wickedly. With that, she ran up to the girls’ dormitories to get changed. A grey wool skirt, knee socks and light blue blouse was the chosen attire for an evening with the Slytherin.

The air was crisp, and Hermione strode fairly quickly, not only because she didn’t want to get caught out of bed after hours, but because she checked her pink-gold pocket watch and it read six minutes to ten. The thought had crossed her mind that it was too cold to wear that outfit, but there was the desire to show off some skin to her new lover. She sneakily strolled to the courtyard Draco had specified, and waited.

Draco Malfoy crept silently through the grass, slicing the dark with his piercing blue eyes. He spotted full and fluffy brown hair from over some mandrake plants near the greenhouse. A sly grin swept over his face, then disappeared. As soon as he reached the trembling cold girl sitting on a rock, he swooped behind her and cleared her bushy locks from her neck and whispered, “Miss me?” She nearly jumped out of her skin. Hermione shivered, and Draco’s strong arms enveloped her in a warm embrace. But she knew it was more than just an innocent hug; he slid his hands down her spine, and groped her butt. He knelt down in front of her, one hand remaining on her hip, creating a warm spot, while his other caressed her beneath the wool skirt. She thought, closing her eyes, He really did mean he wanted to finish where we left off… She sighed and became flushed a little. Her dark orb eyes opened when he took her hand and put it against himself. She smiled when she felt how aroused he was under his black pants. She timidly felt around, exploring his soft, warm body; all the curves of his lean arms, smooth jaw, tough abs. Her innocently gentle touch drove him mad. Draco felt up her legs, feeling the silky knee socks and pushing the skirt up while he did so. Hermione started trembling, partly from her nerves, but mostly because of the chill that wisped through the night air. “Did you want to go into the greenhouse? No one’s in there, and it’ll be warm as hell” he asked in a hoarse whisper. She nodded, and taking his hand, got up and sprinted quietly into the greenhouse.

The heat and humidity assaulted their senses when they entered, but Hermione was relieved she could thaw out. Her eyes could not peel away from the sexy Draco, who took his shirt off the minute they were in the warmth. He was lean, fair, and his silvery blonde hair looked like it was made of silk threads as it fell around his icy eyes. He looked like a portrait, without flaw. Hermione overcame her nervousness and approached Draco swiftly, tracing her hands lightly across his chest. She closed her eyes and the gap between them with a sweet embrace. His sharp, vampire-like bite gripped her bottom lip, enticing her to kiss him deeply. He undid his pants and let them fall to the concrete floor. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and so stood there naked; his arctic eyes now lacked the secrets and lies they usually withheld, and were inviting. Hermione blushed brightly; she never thought she would see Draco nude in reality. He swiftly preyed upon her clothes like a vulture, and removed every last article from her smooth form. Draco was shocked as well, when it occurred to him that Hermione “mudblood” Granger was standing there, fleshy and vulnerable, making him sweat.

“Come here” he commanded. As of a moment ago, she had no problem taking orders from the suave Slytherin; in fact, she rather liked it. She stepped right in front of him, so close, she could feel his breath on her cheek and the aura of heat radiating from his skin. Draco closed the gap between their lower bodies tightly, which made Hermione moan and tremble. She had wanted to touch him and press her body intimately against his for a long time now, and she closed her eyes with pleasure. She heard an intent sigh escape Draco’s lips when they came together fully. His handsome, pale face was tinted with pink just then, and Hermione was still astonished at how gorgeous he was. She opened her mouth to tell him something to that effect, but he pushed and guided her over to an altar that was full of plants at one point. He kissed her hard, until his pushing forced her to lie back on the altar. Draco placed his powerful arms supportively under her back, and stood between her legs. He brushed against her lips for a gentle kiss this time, and he felt her lower lip tremble from her nervous arousal. He found himself flashing her one of his usual proud smirks before he moved in.

To his amazement and pleasure, Hermione was already putting her knees against his sides as he leaned over her. He thought briefly on teasing her about knowing what to do from all of her reading, but decided against it. Knowing what kind of person he usually was, Hermione would likely take him too seriously and bolt for the door. Instead, he gave her a look and grin, and commented, “perfect…” unintentionally using the same tone that Professor Snape had always used when she gave the correct answer in class. This gave her a jolt up the spine, and she couldn’t help but think on it for a second. She turned her head to the side, smiling and blushing. Draco thought that she was choosing just then to be bashful; he had no idea that visions of their sinister potions master were forcing themselves into her mind. Giggling a little, she started grinding herself into him. She faced him again, bright eyes and open mouth waiting for his deep kiss to return. She held his tensed arms, and lightly scratched his neck. She ran thin fingers through the silvery blonde strands almost hanging into her eyes, and suddenly she could have sworn they were long and black. She snapped out of it again, smiling innocently at Draco, who was breathing heavily. She grinded closer and his embrace took her deeply; even closer, though it seemed impossible. Her wavy hair made swooshing noises as it swept the altar. Draco was panting against Hermione’s milky neck, and she looked at him from the corner of her eye.

They were both smirking in pleasure, and Hermione thought his pointed brow was now midnight black. She stopped another giggle somewhere in her throat, so that Draco just thought she was purring; and she was, really. No one had ever pleased her like this before. Hermione was madly in love with Draco, and craving for him to take her deeper. She tried to stop herself from hallucinating again, because she felt she had no reason to. But, every now and then, her fingers were slipping through raven hair, not blonde, and his icy blue eyes turned to an intense black. “uhhh…Draco…” she whined, and pulled him closer yet. Hermione then realized that she was losing her marbles. She had actually wondered if she said his name and not S—

Now Draco could feel the soft flesh of her calves on his back, and he could stand it no longer. His arms made Hermione’s petite waist arch up. He made a little growling noise, and pressed closer than ever before coming to rest on her heaving bosom.
Hermione closed her eyes and rested her legs on Draco. She felt his grinding become more vigorous, and she too, was more than feverish. Her mind was still racing, actually now more than ever, but she was too excited to care where…or who it went to. All she wanted was to feel him closer and harder than before. Then, warm, powerful, hands lifted her waist a little. She found it difficult to resist giving in now. Hermione sighed sharply, and felt Draco relax and put his head down on her breasts. His twilight—blonde!—hair tickled her collarbone and neck.

After a few minutes of gathering some much needed air and rest—and in Hermione’s case, composed and reasonable thoughts—the two young lovers got dressed half-decently. Hermione remembered that Harry had been so kind as to let her borrow his invisibility cloak, so she untucked it from her purse’s safety. Draco and Hermione used the cloak to walk back to Hogwarts briskly, as it seemed even colder now that they had spent so much time in Herbology Greenhouse 3. The warmth of Hogwarts thawed their flushed faces, and before they made their own ways to Slytherin and Gryffindor, they kissed very passionately. Draco was almost about to tell his new girl that this was the point at which most of his relationships had ended, but once more, he had advised himself not to. He would only mean to tell her that it wouldn’t this time, because he felt differently, but before he could squeak the words out, Hermione would probably slap him and run. So, Draco enveloped her in a tight embrace, then stalked off silently. Hermione went to her bed in the Gryffindor house more tired but more pleased than she had ever been. She would wake to find that Harry and Ron had both sneaked into the girls’ dorms to get the goods on her date the very second she came to.

She bolted into a half-assed sitting position and stared at them through blurry eyes. “Ron? Harry? What time is it? How did you get in here?” Hermione questioned dozily. Ron smiled then answered only with, “Whoa whoa. We’re doing the questioning!” About a million thoughts of her passionate night boarding the train and heading for her mouth at once, she just looked at her friends. She tried to spit almost as many words out at once too, then stopped. Harry looked sympathetically at her and, patting her shoulder, told her they’d wait downstairs for her to get ready and go to breakfast. Ron looked disappointed, but followed Harry out the door dutifully.

Hermi tried to jump out of bed, but realized how exhausted her body was still. She then dragged herself successfully out, and into the showers. She left her hair wet, and got into some comfy Muggle clothes to go down to the common room. Harry gave her a hug when she appeared from the staircase, and then Ron tapped the top of her moppy hair and said, “way to go, kiddo! You made it out of bed!” then turned to Harry and said, “that’s a good sign; so how was the date???” Hermione’s cheeks reddened, but she managed to say, unabashedly, “I had…a lot of fun; I think I really like him!” Harry looked her in the eyes and told her honestly, “Ron and I…we sort of…waited up to see when you got back, and you didn’t get here until almost…one o’clock was it?” Even though he said this mockingly, Harry had only waited in the common room that night to see if Hermione was going to be suspiciously late, and in that case, would happily arise to the task of finding Malfoy and giving him hell. Ron, however, dozed off at frequent intervals while waiting. In between his bouts of snoring, he had also been more preoccupied with what the couple would be doing on their date than if Hermione was going to come back unscathed. Hermi looked a little shocked at their waiting for her arrival, then made the most of it by telling them teasingly, “well, unlike some people I know, Draco doesn’t have a short attention span” The two boys looked insulted. They all went to breakfast.