All About You

Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be, you know the drill…



I was a nervous wreck throughout most of the beginning of the week. The only time I felt at peace was when I was alone with Draco, which happened to be every night since the night in the library. Although we hadn’t planned it this way, we would end up taking turns sneaking into the other’s bedroom at night, seeking solace in the other’s bed and arms. It seemed that both Harry and Ron were characteristically naïve that I was not myself, and both boys went about their daily lives as always.

On Wednesday morning, I woke up in Draco’s bed to find him leaning over me, peering down at me with a concerned expression. After brushing the hair out of my eyes, he kissed my forehead, and then cupped my chin in his hand.

“Babe, I think you need to tell them today,” he said. “You’ve been moaning and crying out in your sleep all week, and I’m fairly certain has to do with the undue stress you’re causing yourself.”

“I can’t help it. I keep having nightmares about them going all barmy on me, and telling me that I’m traitor!” I sniffled. Sitting up in the bed, I buried my face in my hands for a second, and then looked over at my lover’s face.

“Please don’t think that I’m having doubts or rethinking my love for you,” I told Draco. If anything, I felt that I was falling more and more in love with him by the day. By the hour, by the minute, even. “It’s just that I want to do this right. I want, no I need them to accept you and I’m afraid that if I don’t tell them in the right way or at the right time that they’ll get all hysterical about it.” I scrunched up my face and thought for a moment. “Why are you making me tell my people first, anyhow? And how can you be so calm?” Draco looked at me fondly and patted my cheek before speaking.

“Because you are the one making yourself sick with worry over what those two dolts are going to say about our relationship! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I-don’t-care-what-anyone-thinks! I don’t care what my father thinks, I don’t care what my so-called “friends” think, and I don’t care what any of the Slytherins think. All I care about right now is that you tell those two gits about us so that I don’t have to see that sad and frightened look in your eyes ever again!”

I just looked at him, surprised by his feelings on the matter. I shook my head after a moment, realizing he was right.

“Draco, I love you so much. And I’ll tell them soon. I will. I promise.”

His reply was to put his hand on the nape of my neck and draw me in for a long, passionate kiss. Our kisses got a little out of hand, and led to other things. Before I knew it, I was flat on my back, with him above me, gazing into my eyes as he continued to kiss me deeply. He kept his mercurial eyes on mine as he kissed his way lower, down my neck, across my chest, and down to my tummy. He kissed my navel and the area around it and then my hips, my inner thighs and then, “Oh Gods, baby!” I gasped, as I felt his tongue plunge into my hot, wet center.

“I want to show you how much I love you,” he mumbled into my now swollen lower lips, and then I felt his hot velvet tongue circle my clit.

“I love you, Draco. I always will,” I gasped out as my head lolled back and my eyes closed.

“Keep you eyes on me, baby,” he ordered me. “I want you to watch me love you with my mouth.” I propped myself up on my elbows and stared at my lover in awe.

“Oh Hermione, I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned. “The way you taste, the way you smell. I could spend the whole day down here, with my head between your legs.” As if I wasn’t close to coming already, and between his lustful words and those gorgeous eyes of his darkened with lust, I lost it right there. I cried out as my earth-shattering climax hit me and Draco grabbed my hips, holding me tighter as he lapped up the juices of my orgasm.

After the last of my tremors subsided, he slithered his way up my body and met my lips with his. I could taste myself on him and found myself even more aroused than before. With his lips and tongue still locked on my, he slowly slid his hot, hard cock into me and we moan in unison as we became one. Once he was in as deeply as possible, he kept still, planting kisses all over my face and throat while caressing my face and hair with his hands, and gazing down at me with what could only be described as pure, utter love. I loved him desperately. We both gasped as he slowly started to move himself in and out of me.

“Ohhhhh…..” he breathed. “We fit together so perfectly. How could I have ever made in through my life without you, without this? I’ve never felt anything so real before.” Draco’s words, like poetry to me, brought tears to my eyes. The heat, the passion, the love of the moment was so incredible, that I sobbed as my orgasm hit me. With one more thrust, he was joining me in my bliss and I felt his hot seed emptying into me. He stayed inside me for a moment, kissing my lips gently until our hearts began to beat normally again. Staring up into his eyes, I knew he was it for me. I felt so much love right then and I knew that there were no words for me to express to him how deeply I loved him. I needed to find a way to show him how special and important he was to me. I knew what I needed to do. I needed to talk to Ron and Harry.

We got dressed slowly and took the time to kiss and caress each other, to whisper sweet things to each other as we prepared for the day ahead. Normally I’d be excited at the prospect of another day of school and learning new things or testing my knowledge. This particular day, however, I felt slightly distracted, a little nervous and extremely determine. Once Draco and I were finally dressed in our school uniforms and robes, I kissed him goodbye and headed to the Great Hall where I knew Ron and Harry were. Those two would never be late for a meal.


As I walked along the school corridors, I pondered how I’d tell them and what I thought they’d say. If Ron and Harry were truly my friends they would support any decision I made. However, I knew them very well, and I knew that when it came to what they considered to be protecting me, the two of them were extremely narrow-minded and emotional. ‘If they didn’t accept it’, I thought, ‘then they aren’t really my friends.’

When I finally made it to the Great Hall, I plunked myself down in between Harry and Ron and began piling food on my plate. I hadn’t realized it before, but after my morning activities, I was absolutely starving! For a couple of minutes I was distracted from the source of my worry as I ate ravenously, until I noticed Ron and Harry gaping at me and remembered my mission for that morning. I put down the piece of toast I had been chewing on and took a huge gulp of pumpkin juice. The words that Harry spoke next caused me to choke on my juice.

“Are you ever going to tell us, Hermione?” he asked, fixing me with a Look.

“Tell you what?” I sputtered. I hadn’t thought Harry would be intuitive to notice that I had acting differently. Apparently, I was wrong.

“Are you going to tell us whatever it is that’s making you act all barmy?”

I took a couple of deep breaths while looking down at my breakfast plate, then looked up at Harry and Ron.

“You’re right I do have something that I need to talk to you about. But I don’t think that this is the proper place to do so,” I told them.

“Why don’t we go for a walk by the lake, then?” Ron suggested, although it took me a moment to decipher what he was saying, since his mouth was full when he spoke. Harry nodded in agreement with the idea to go out by the lake.

“Fine,” I said, glancing over at the Slytherin table, hoping to draw some courage from just a glance at the man who had taken my heart so completely. As the three of us passed the Slytherin table on our way out the Great Hall, I glanced over and saw him watching me with an intense look and a proud half-smile. I very subtly, pursed my lips in an air kiss and he winked at me then.

Harry, Ron and I, the Golden Trip as we are known around school, wandered out to our favorite spot, under a large tree right by the shore of the lake. We all took seats on the ground and leaned our backs against the tree. No one spoke for a minute as we all sat and watched the Giant Squid in the lake, all three of us lost in our own thoughts, Harry and Ron worried about what I was about to tell them, me worried about them going ballistic on Draco when I told them. I took a deep breath and prepared to seal my fate.

“Harry, Ron,” I began slowly, “I’ve something important to tell you, but before I do, I need you both to try to keep an open mind and hear me out before reacting.” Harry swallowed and nodded nervously, Ron’s face was already turning red as he started panicking. Ron is a reactor, not a thinker and I strongly hoped that he could keep himself under control.

“I’ve been seeing someone,” I said, my eyes filling with tears at the mere thought of my two “brothers” refusing to accept the love of my life. “Actually it’s more than that. I’m in love with him, and he is in love with me.”

“Who is he?” Ron asked me through clenched teeth. Harry was looking a little pale and I knew that they were both smart enough to have an idea of what I was going to say next.

“I’m in love with Draco,’ I said with a sad smile, as tears poured down my cheeks.

“Fucking hell, Hermione!” Ron shouted, jumping to his feet, his face almost the same color as his hair and his fists clenched. I turned desperately to Harry, hoping that he was taking the news better than Ron. I was confused by his reaction. He didn’t look surprised or even angry really; he seemed more thoughtful than anything. He wouldn’t look at me, though.

“So how does it feel to be a whore to that slimy, ferret?” Ron asked me matter-of-factly. “Because I hope you know that’s all you are to him. All you ever will be.” Harry got to his feet then and put his hand on Ron’s shoulder.

“Look Ron, that really wasn’t necessary,” he said, before turning to me. “Hermione, before I walk away from you today, I want to tell you something. I want you to know that you mean a lot to me, and I know that you are usually a very intelligent and sensible person. I’m not sure what you think is going to happen or where you think this…relationship is going to go, but please don’t forget that I’m your friend, I care about you, and I’ll be there to pick up the pieces when he hurts you.”

It took me a minute to register everything that Harry had just said to me and then ooh, was I pissed. Before I could retort back to him, however, he had pulled a furious, pacing Ron away by the arm and he was dragging him into the castle.

I sat there for a minute, pondering how I was feeling about the events that had just taken place. I was irritated, pissed, actually, that those two could just write my intelligence and common sense off like that. The most dominant feeling I had just then, however, was a deep longing to see Draco. I felt grounded, safe and completed in his arms, and that was what I needed just then. I pushed up from the ground, brushed off my arse, and headed off to History of Magic class, where I knew I would see him.


Draco had not yet arrived to the classroom, and I sat in a table near the back of the room waiting for him. I was barely listening to Professor Binns as he began class for the day, as I was starting to worry about what was taking Draco so long. It was not unlike him to be the last student into the classroom, sauntering in, giving the class a chance to admire him, but Draco would never be late for a class. A couple of minutes later, I was fidgeting in my seat, unable to take my eyes off the doorway to the classroom. I began to feel a little dizzy and my heart was positively pounding. I knew that something was wrong, and I needed to get to him. I raised my hand then, interrupting the professor’s lecture.

“I’m sorry, Professor, but I’m feeling very ill. I think I need to get to the infirmary right quickly.” I must have looked pretty bad because everyone was staring at me strangely and Professor Binns told me to get going.

With a sense of foreboding, I gathered my belongings and made my way out of the classroom. Once I had turned the corner, I broke into a run, feeling pulled in a certain direction. It wasn’t long before I was confronted with the source of my anxiety. I saw a flash of black, copper and silvery blond, and dropped my belongings on the floor, pulling my wand as quickly as possible.

Ron had Draco pinned to the floor by his throat, while kneeling on his stomach, rendering him unable to do anything to defend himself. Harry was simply standing over them, holding his wand on the two of them.

“Harry,” I pleaded, as I rushed over to get to them, “do something!”

Hearing my voice, Ron was distracted momentarily, as he jerked his head in my direction, giving Draco a chance to struggle against Ron and get one good punch in. When Harry heard the sound of Draco’s fist landing on Ron’s jaw, he jumped in to, and then it was two to one. I felt my blood boil.

“GET THE FUCK OFF OF HIM!” I bellowed. They ignored me of course, so I did the only thing I could.

“PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!” Amazingly, the spell managed to hit both Harry and Ron. I rushed over to them and rolled the two of them off of Draco with superhuman strength. I kneeled next to my love and brushed the hair out of his so I could inspect the damage to his beautiful face. He had two black eyes forming, a bloody nose and a split and bleeding lip.

“Oh baby, are you okay?” I cried. “I’m so sorry this happened to you! Please speak to me!” He just looked up at me for a minute before speaking.

“You didn’t need to go and petrify them,” he said. “I could have handled them. Weasley jumped me from behind and I…”he trailed of and closed his eyes. And then I became livid.

“Finite incantatum!” I cried. I needed them unable to move, but able to hear and understand what I was going to say. Once they came to, I said another incantation.
“Stupefy!” This way they could not move to hurt Draco, but had no choice but to hear me out.

“How could you do this?” I seethed, my voice shaking with fury. “What are you, savages? Why would you want to hurt someone because I told you that I loved him? Do you see me going around assaulting your girlfriends? And yes, I know that it’s Draco Malfoy, but guess what? You don’t know him. I do! He makes me feel loved and beautiful and safe. He makes me feel euphoric. I love his so much that I could actually FEEL it when you were hurting him. And I knew, I knew that it was you two doing it to him. I’m not your property; I’m supposed to be your friend. And I’m sorry if it bothers you so much that someone might actually think of me as a woman, love me as a woman. And right now, I have no trust, no respect for either of you, whatsoever. And it’s probably going to take a long time to get that back.”

By this time, Draco had pulled himself to his feet behind me, and seeing me in my distress and fury, was staggering to get to me. I saw him struggling so I went to him instead. I lead him over to the wall.

“Baby, lean against this wall for a minute, okay?” I commanded gently. He hesitated for a second, and then nodded in understanding. Standing in front of him, I turned to Ron and Harry again, and ended the spell that I had put them under. Ron jumped up as soon as he was able to.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Hermione? How could you stupefy and petrify us in order to come to the rescue of that ferret?” Behind me, I heard Draco sigh in annoyance. Harry got to his feet too, but said nothing. Then Ron continued his rant.

“What the fuck are you playing at Malfoy?” he spat. “Enjoying a good fuck while you can? Going to throw her out like such rubbish when the next conquest comes along? I know how you work Malfoy, and I know what you are doing with Hermione. Why else would you be fucking one of the “Mudbloods” that you despise so much?” I heard Draco growl then and knew this wasn’t going to end well if I didn’t interrupt him before he spoke.

“You didn’t listen to a single word I said, did you Ron?” I asked angrily, getting in his face.

“Oh go be Malfoy’s whore, then,” he spat back at me. “See if I care.” Then he shoved me away from him, actually shoved me! I almost fell onto my arse, and willed myself not to since I could already Draco see him pushing off the wall, heading towards Ron with a dangerous look in his eyes.

Harry was my saving grace then, for he got to Ron first and began pulling him away by his sleeve. I grabbed Draco’s arm and turned him to face me. I gently put my hands on his face and looked up into his eyes. Where there had been dark fury a second ago, there was now a softening, tenderness, and I felt him relax slightly.

“I’m fine, Draco,” I said, as I leaned up to kiss his jaw softly. “Let’s go get you fixed up.” I put one arm around his waist, and he put his arm around my shoulders as we headed in the direction of my dormitory which was closer than his.

When we reached my room, I made him lay on my bed so that I could check him for more injuries. I could tell by the way he was breathing that he had a broken rib, probably from Ron kneeling on his chest and stomach. I gently removed his robes, jumper and shirt and my suspicions regarding the broken rib were confirmed when I saw the black bruising on his chest. He also had some bruising on his stomach.

“God damn it!” I sobbed. “This is all my fault!”

“Baby,” Draco cooed gently, “How is this your fault? As I recall, you weren’t the one holding me down and punching me.” He managed a small, wry smile.

“Draco Malfoy, don’t you make jokes right now!” I wailed.

“Hermione, don’t you understand that this…what they did, doesn’t mean anything? I don’t care about physical pain. I’ve been dealing with it from my father my whole life. The only way they could truly hurt me is to hurt you, or take you away from me.”

He pulled me from my position sitting next to him on the bed, down to lay next to him. Very carefully, I buried my face in his neck, and he buried his in my hair. Oh, the scent of him is intoxicating. It makes me feel so many different things; it always has, even in our days of “hating” each other.

“I knew you were hurt when I got to History of Magic class,” I told him quietly. “I felt it so clearly, I thought I was going to be physically ill.” A tear dripped down face onto his throat.

“But I’m fine now, love,” he soothed, and I could hear a small smile in his voice. It hurt me, almost killed me to think of all the things his father had put him through, hurt to know that my words of love were probably the first that he had ever received in his lifetime. My heart ached for him and I felt so tender, needed him inside of me, needed to be one with him. I was feeling extremely grateful that neither of us had another class until Potions, after lunch. That gave us about three hours to worship each other’s bodies. First, however, I needed to heal his injuries.

I gently removed myself from his warm arms and sat up, leaning over him. I placed my wand on his body and said the healing incantation. I started at his stomach, healing the bruises there, I healed his ribs, I healed the bruises on his face, his bloody lips and nose. And I kissed each spot tenderly before and after healing it. He watched me work the entire time, quietly, trustingly, watched me love every part of him. Once I had healed all of his injuries, he reached me, but I evaded his reach.

“Baby it’s my turn to show you how much I love you,” I whispered to him. I pulled my jumper over my head and slowly unbuttoned my shirt, keeping my eyes on his the whole time. Once I had my shirt off, I slid my skirt down my legs and removed my shoes and socks, until I stood there in only my bra and underpants. I walked over to the bed, unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down his legs and placing them on the floor. I stood over him and reached behind me to unclasp my bra, and then slid the straps slowly down my arms. Slipping out of my panties, I crawled onto the bed, straddling his hips, and pulled off his underpants. I smiled when I saw his large erection, knowing that he had appreciated my efforts.

I crawled forward to kiss his chest, then his stomach, and worked my way down to my goal. Looking into his eyes, I licked the tip of his erection, swirling my tongue around it, then wrapped my lips around it and took as much of him as I could into my mouth. His moans and whispers of my name were all the gratification I needed then. I loved him with my mouth until I knew he was getting close to exploding, then I moved up to straddle his lap, as he moved up into a sitting position, using the headboard of the bed to support his back.

Sitting up, face to face, I slid his length into me and we both sighed in unison. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my hands on his shoulders for leverage. He placed his hands on my hips so he could assist me in my movements. We slowly rocked our bodies together, sighing and whispering to each other. We reached completion at the same time, while crying out each other’s names. When we came down from our high, we stayed in the same position, with Draco holding me against his chest. I don’t know how long we stayed like that, just holding each other and listening to each other breathe. Draco was the first to speak.

“Do you have any regrets about us?” he asked me. “Are you sorry that you love me?” My eyes stung with tears and I realized yet again that being loved was a foreign thing to him. He had been raised to believe that love was about control and power, burdensome unless you were the one running the show.

“Draco, I know this is hard for you to understand, it’s even hard for me to understand sometimes, but I know that I will love you all of my life. I could never regret you, or be sorry that I have been given the opportunity to love and be loved by you.” He smiled at me and I think he believed me, as much as was possible.


“What does your future include?” he asked me.

“You.” I told him. He kissed me softly.

“Me too,” he said. “You are my future.”





A.N: This isn’t the end, there is more to come. Please hit that review button!