'Bout Time!

“Granger? What are-you’re not head girl. Are you?” He sounded discussed at the idea.
“Well, as a matter of fact, I am.” Hermione paused to look Draco over. Trying to give a little attitude back she said, “It’s not like I’m thrilled with this situation ether. We will just have to go our own ways. I’ll stay on my side, and you stay on yours. Deal?”

“Sounds good to me.” There was a short pause. “Hey Granger? How about just between the two of us, we call a truce? No fighting, name calling, or insults. Just civilized company.”

Hermione blinked and looked around the room. Draco was the first to speak. “What? What is it?”

Hermione let a small laugh. “I’m sorry; I was looking for the cameras, because I’m obviously being Punked.”

“What? I don’t-“

“Oh come on! Are you kidding me? What have you done with Draco Malfoy? The old Draco would rather hex me than look at me. What are you up to?”

“Easy! Calm down Granger. I know it may sound strange, but I’m telling the truth. Look, I know I’ve been a total ass over the past seven years, but believe it or not, I’ve changed.”

Draco took the time to explain everything that had happened over the summer. Everything from his father’s escape from Azkaban, to his encounters with Voldemort. Hermione listened, not knowing what to say, or how to feel after hearing his story.

“I want you to understand, after all that time with the Dark Lord, I’ve realized, I don’t agree with his methods. What he did to people….to muggle-borns.”

Draco stopped and looked into Hermione’s brown eyes, trying to read her thoughts. Hermione suddenly felt a shiver go down her spine as she looked into his penetrating eyes. She glanced over to the window to see that the sun had set. How long had they been here talking?

Before anyone could react the two of them had leaned into a deep kiss. Draco’s hands reaching up quickly to stroke her face, while Hermione slowly reached up, longing to touch his blond hair. Her fingers were inches from touching Draco when she realized who it was she was about to touch. Quickly she broke the kiss and stood.

“I’m s-sorry. I just remembered something I need to do…tonight. Goodbye.” Hermione knew she had to leave the room before things got out of hand. She ran from the room, leaving Draco clinching his fists.

Great, Draco thought to himself. That went perfect. Well, one thing’s for sure, it’s going to be an interesting term.

Once in the hall, she ran all the way to the Gryffindor tower, stopping for no one. Once there, Hermione took a deep breath to help her head to stop spinning. She felt like she had just walked out of the ocean after a long swim. Hermione paced the floor thinking.

“How could I be so stupid? It was Draco Malfoy, of all people!”

“What about Malfoy?”

Quickly Hermione turned to see Ron standing with a worried look. Hermione’s heart dropped. She knew she had to think of something quick.

“Ron! You scared me.”

Ron walked up to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Hermione, did he do something? I swear if he did anything, I will-“

“No Ron. I’m fine. Dr-Malfoy just-he…” There was a pause while she thought of a lie to tell her friend. “He said something about Harry, and I hexed him. Now I’m worried that he’ll say something to get me into trouble. That’s all.” Hermione waited to see if he believed her.

“You’re sure there’s nothing else?” Ron had been around Hermione for almost seven years now; he could tell when she was lying. The one problem was he didn’t know what she was lying about.

“Yes Ron. I’m sure. Come on, let’s go get Harry and see Hagrid. We haven’t seen him all summer.”

After their visit, Hermione slowly walked back toward the Head common room. Not knowing what to say to Malfoy when she saw him. Upon entering the room, she noticed that it was empty. Quickly she ran to her room, locking the door behind her.

“I can’t keep doing this! I can’t not talk to Malfoy, but I can’t have these feelings. So he has changed, I get that. Harry and Ron would never speak to me again if I told them we were friends. What would they do if I told them we kissed?” What would they think? The more Hermione thought about it, the more she thought about Draco and the kiss.

That night Ron had one of his usual dreams about Hermione and him. The only difference was that this dream felt so powerful and real. He was in a room alone with her, candles every where. A table set for two and a bed with black sheets on it. The two were on the bed, Ron trailing kisses down her neck. Hastily they were removing each others clothes.

Suddenly, Ron woke with a start. Finding himself falling off the foot of his four-poster bed, bringing the drawn curtains with him. Quickly Ron jumped up; untangling himself, looking up into the worried eyes of his other room mates. Harry was standing beside of him, while the others sat on their beds rubbing their eyes sheepishly.

Without thinking in a dazed voice Ron said, “I was about to make her a woman…” Realizing what he just said, he blushed his usual shade of red and clasped his hand over his mouth.

Harry turned to the others, “Sorry, go back to sleep. Just had a bad dream guys.” Trying to help his friend save face.

Ron leapt back into his bed, not bothering to repair the hangings.

Hermione laid awake, thinking about her most recent dream. She had awoke suddenly, but she remembered every detail. Her body still shook with excitement.

“I want you to make me a woman, and I need to make you a man!” Those had been the words she had said to Ron in the dream. But Hermione felt depressed now. When they finally moved closer together, she woke up. Her dreams of wild nights with Ron were becoming more frequent. This was worrisome, but at the same time, enticing.

The next morning Hermione checked outside for Draco before walking out of her room. Once the cost was clear, she walked out quickly grabbing her bag. As she picked up her school bag, from behind her Draco cleared his throat.

Quickly Hermione turned to see Draco; it looked almost like he had been hiding in a corner. A corner, she noticed, that she wouldn’t have seen him from in her room.

Draco enjoyed the look of surprise on her face. She looked like a kid who just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar. God, why did she have to be so fucking sexy? He knew all to well the many reasons he couldn’t be with her. Reason number one, Potter and Weasley would kill him. Reason number two, his father would come out of hiding to kill him. Reason number three, Potter and Weasley.

“Um. Draco. Good morning. I was just off to my first class.”

“Don’t you mean the library? Or are you off to find Potter and Weasley?” Draco asked, toying with her.

“What? No, I have a class.” Hermione said taking a step toward the door.

“Yeah, but not for another two hours.”

Taken aback, Hermione tried to speak. “How would you know when I do and don’t have classes?!”

“I saw your schedule lying out, so I peeked. We have almost every class together.” By this time he had a smug grin set on his face, knowing how it would affect Hermione. “Look…Hermione-“

“Don’t.” Her voice was forceful now, no hint of playing.

“Don’t what?” Draco asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Call me that. Call me Granger, Mudblood, or any other foul name you can think of.” Now it was Draco’s turn to be surprised. He had no idea that saying her name would upset her so.

Taking a step closer to her Draco whispered softly, “I just want to talk to you, about where we stand. Can we be friends, or-“ Now Draco was a foot away from her. “Hermione, I-“ Draco leaned in to press his lips firmly onto Hermione’s.

No one was prepared for her response. She pushed her weight into the kiss, placing her hand behind his head. Using her lips and tongue, she forced his mouth open so she could breathe in his musky scent. She moaned as her inner core tingled with pleasure. Feeling the deepness of her moan, Draco’s entire body shook. Draco felt her face, running his hands over her features. In his mind trying to remember each curve and line for the next time. Would there be a next time? Yes he promised himself. He was going to make sure of that.

I have to have more, Hermione thought. She knew if anyone found out there would be Hell to pay, but she didn’t care. This moment was all worth it.

Slowly Draco slid his tongue into Hermione’s mouth. Willingly she took it, entwining it with her own. Hermione embarrassed the taste of Draco, realizing that her deepest dreams of him did him no justice. As Hermione sucked on his decadent tongue, she moved one hand up to run her fingers through his blond hair. Draco let out a loud moan of his own when her hands made contact.

“Oh God ‘Mione-“ He was cut short by their need for contact.

Two hours and twenty minutes later, Hermione was running to History of Magic. She had never been late to class before. Sure she had missed a couple of classes, but for good reason. Being petrified and looking like a cat. On her way down the hall she tried to fix her more-than-usual messy hair, while praying that her face wasn’t as red as it had been.

After an hour, the two decided to eat a spot of breakfast, luckily they had a kitchen in their rooms. After they finished their toast and jam, they went back for a bit more snogging.

During class Hermione was subjected to glairs from her two friends. They were unable to talk to her, to find out the reason for her absence from class. Professor Bins rattled on as normal, talking about a troll and goblin war. All in all, the class was normal, except Hermione. Usually the only one taking notes, she was staring blankly at the other side of the room.

Why did it have to be Draco? Why? Why couldn’t it be Ron, the one guy I really have feelings for! It was worth it though. Mmm. The taste of his mouth…the feel of my fingers in his hair.

Hermione shook her head violently. I have to stop thinking so much about this. Maybe Ron will pluck up the courage and do something…And maybe Harry will stop seeing thestrals.

As soon as the class finished, Hermione was the first to leave the room. She still didn’t know what excuse to tell them. The only thing she was sure of was that she only had a few seconds before they caught up with her. Suddenly, a hand shot out grabbing her upper arm. The hand, she soon found out, belonged to Draco, pinned her against the small nook in the corner. Their lips met, wildly trying to keep contact.

“Boy, she was in a hurry.” Said Ron.

Harry nodded, “She’s hiding something. Did you see where she went?”

The two boys looked around the corridor, trying to find their friend. The only person they saw lingering was Draco Malfoy. When they noticed him, they also noticed the girl who had her arms wrapped around his neck. Although they couldn’t see who the girl was, she was new. Obviously his flavor for this week was brunet.

“Get a room Malfoy!” Ron yelled. As he watched him, his stomach turned. The two soon left, Harry rolling his eyes. When the two lovers were alone, Hermione pulled away from Draco grinning.

“Thank you for rescuing me.”

“No problem. As much as I would like it, you can’t ignore those two forever.”

“I know. I just didn’t know what to say. I-“ Hermione was cut short by the tingling in her body. Draco had started making a trail of kisses down her neck, slowly making his way up to her ear, then back to her lips. Draco’s hands were slowly moving from her hips, down to the back of her thyes. As they continued to kiss, their breaths quickened, making both of them burn with desire. As Draco pushed against Hermione, she could feel his rising member.

Draco quickly grabbed the back of her thyes, pushing her even harder into the wall. Her legs now wrapped around Draco, her skirt now pushed up, she moaned as his weight pressed into her knickers.

While holding Hermione up, Draco fumbled to undo his paints. Hermione glanced down to see Draco’s tumescent erection. Draco smiled as he noticed where she was looking. He reached his hand over and slid her knickers to the side.

Hermione let out a loud moan and whispered, not knowing if he could hear. “Oh…Mmmm. Oh Ron-” As soon as Hermione let that one name slip from her lips, she knew Draco had heard her.

“What?!” Draco slowly let go of her legs, fastening his paints back. Not looking away from Hermione.

“Draco, I-I I’m sorry! It slipped out! I didn’t mean it! Please!” She looked into his eyes, begging him not to be too angry.

“Hermione! You didn’t mean it? You-I-” Never had she seen him at a loss for words like this. “I know you did. I’ve seen the way you look at him. I have, and I was stupid enough to think that you might feel the same way about me. I’ve seen how he looks at you, I shouldn’t have bothered.” There was a long pause as Hermione stared at him in horror, tears threatening to pour out of her eyes. “He doesn’t realize, how lucky he is to be with you. He really doesn’t deserve you.”

With that, Draco shook his head and turned, storming off leaving her alone in the darkened hallway.

“Ohshit!Ohshit!Ohshit!” Hermione repeated, shaking her head. “What am I going to do?” She prayed that Draco wouldn’t say or do anything. The more she thought about it, she knew he wouldn’t risk ruining his reputation. Draco wouldn’t be caught dead with a Mudblood, especially this particular one. Then again, this new and improved Draco didn’t seem to care as much. This new Draco was the one Hermione found herself thinking about all the time. She knew one thing was clear. She would never get that hurt look on his face out of her mind.

a/n-PLEASE tell me what you think! This is going to be it, unless you tell me!FYI, the Ron/Hermione stuff is coming up!