Misplaced Trust

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After Dinner ended Hermione quickly walked back to her room. She pulled out a box that she had recieved from Narcissa. She nearly had heartfailure when she got a package from her boyfriends mother, but it was what was in the box that shocked her more. Inside the box was a soft ice blue night gown. It fell to her thigh showing her long legs with no straps. The top was like a tube top but showed off her large cleavage. It was, what she thought, was soft satin making her feel very sexy. Ginny slipped into Hermione's room and gasped.

"Where did you get something like *that*?" Hermione gasps and blushed red holding it gently.

"I um... bought it."

"Did you sell your *house*? T-that's spidersilk!" Ginny's eyes narrowed as she tried to figure out how her friend could afford such a thing.

Hermione bit her lip as she gently lays it on her bed.

"It was... on sale... besides why are you even talking to me after you almost turned all of the Gryfindoor boys against Harry." Hermione glared at the red head.

Ginny's mouth snaps shut before she opens it again to speak.

"I didn't. I just told Dean. He told everyone else." She crosses her arms and glares right back at Hermione.

Hermione turns to her.

"Just because Harry said he was gay doesnt mean he doesnt care about you. Your like a little sister to him. And right now he needs all the family he can get."

"Why?" Ginny snaps, highly irritated at being the last to know of things in Harry's life.

Hermione looks at her then steps foreward.

"Because he is in pain... if you were a good friend then you would see that." Ginny's eyes narrow further.

"I don't want to be his bloody friend. And I don't believe for a moment that he's actually gay." Her face transforms to one of shock as an unwanted thought occurs to her, threatening to make her sick.

"Y-...*You're* not fucking him, are you?" Hermione's jaw nearly hits the floor.

"You can not be serious... that would be like... screwing Fred or George. Ew no im not. Believe what you want Ginny." Hermione turns and puts the box back under her bed.

But Ginny's mind is set and her astonishment turns quickly to an acid anger. When Hermione turns away from her, she leaps forward and takes her by her bushy mane, yanking her head back.

"You dare..." she hisses against Hermione's cheek.

"You better not fucking touch him." She is shaking in rage and her eyes are dilated with it.

Hermione cries out as she elbows Ginny hard in the ribs.

"What the hell is wrong with you Ginny?!" Hermione scrambles to her feet as she looked at her best friends, now psychotic, sister.

Ginny doesn't even react to the blow, her red-rimmed eyes staring into Hermione's.

"Nothing," she says breathlessly, "compared to what will be wrong with you if you don't leave him alone." She calmly stands straight and leaves, closing the door quietly behind her.

Hermione stands for a few moments as she just stares at the door. Then she rests her hand on the back of her head. Her scaple throbed and she knew she had to tell Ron and Harry about this. She moved fast to her fireplace and flooed to the boys dorm as to not alert Ginny. Harry jumps as the fireplace flares, staring owlishly at Hermione's face. Ron is snoring over his potions text. Hermione steps in holding the back of her head not realizing that some of her hair had come out from the tug. It was slightly bleeding from the pullen hairs.

"Harry... Ron..." Ron mumbles but does not come fully awake until Harry pelts him with an empty ink bottle.

He groans, rubbing the spot on his shoulder where it hit and looks up.

"H'mione? 'S goin' on?"

"Ron your sister has gone off the deep end. She came into my room and i talked to her about telling Dean and she pulled my hair and told me never to touch Harry again. She's psychotic. Harry can you see if it's as bad as it feels?" Hermione continues to hold her head as she bit her lip.

Harry numbly sits up on his bed and motions for Hermione to kneel in front of him. Ron also sits up, but much more quickly.

"She *what?*" Hermione kneels down as she whimpered slightly.

"She assulted me for telling her that i wasnt screwing Harry." Harry, about to pull Hermione's hair carefully to the side, jerks his hands back as if burned.

"Scr- what?" Ron stares at Hermione befor shaking his head. "Barmy. Is it that bad Harry?" Hermione felt tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

She wanted to go see Draco but now she didnt feel so up for it after this. Harry carefully parts Hermione's hair to look at the purpling wound.

"No, I can fix it." He does so, whipping out his wand and casting a quick healing spell over the bruised and torn skin.

Ron scoots closer to them, watching Harry's work and frowning.

"Gin did that? Really?"

"No i decided for jollys i would pull out my own hair. OF COURSE GINNY DID THIS!" Hermione growls at Ron.

Ron recoils.

"I just...she's never been that, er. Violent. Before, you know." He pets the top of Hermione's newly healed head and smiles reassuringly to her.

"I'll talk to her. I'm sure she's just a little jealous." Hermione lifts her head fast and glares at Ron.

"Ron she came into my room and assulted me even though i told her that i wasnt interested in Harry. She threatened me Ron! One of your best friends was assulted by your sister!" Hermione glares at him then walks back to the floo going back to her room.

Ron stares at the fireplace.

"What's her problem." Harry rolls his eyes.

"You need to talk to Ginny. Maybe with some restraints." Ron's face screwed up.

"Ew. Harry. Don't even joke about that." Harry stared at him in confusion for several moments before Ron's meaning clicked in his head.

"Oh, ew. Ron. I meant to keep her from going ballistic on anyone else!"

"Oh." Ron said, blushing.

"Right..." In Hermione's room she walked back to her bed and quickly changed into the nighty.

She was determined to see Draco tonight. She walked into her private bathroom and brushed her hair out then looked at the straighter iron that Molly had suggested she try almost 4 years ago. After nearly an hour of trying she finally got her hair straight but still soft. She grabbed her robe and pulled it on and buttoned it up. By this time it was after curfew. She quickly walked down the stairs and out of the portrait. Draco tapped his fingers impatiently. He glared at the other two Slytherins in the common room, both of whome turned white at his regard and skittered away.

The grim set of his lips curled minutely into a semblance of a smirk at that and he ran a hand over his hair. He wasn't really expecting Hermione, but he was very very hopeful. He'd given her the password just this morning and was pathetically, he thought, wishful by now. Hermione quickly made her way from the tower to the great staircase. She suddenly felt incredibly naughty for sneaking out of her dorm to see her boyfriend. She quickly bounced down the stairs her barefeet cold against the stone floors. Taking the second stairs to the dungons. She walked to the door portrait of the Slytherin dorms.

"Pureblood." she whispered as the portrait opened.

Draco jumped at the sound of the portrait opening, Salazar Slytherin complaining about

"Bloody randy teenagers never have the respect to leave a sleeping elder alone." He grinned, knowing all of the Slytherins were tucked safe in their beds- It had to be Hermione.

He put on his best seducer look, his deep red lounging robe- a tribute to his Gryffindor girlfriend- revealing a fair amount of flawlessly pale chest and his well-proportioned calves. Hermione stepped in and stopped at the sight of her Slytherin lover. The meer sight of him took her breath away. His ice blonde hair was so soft and she knew that he was a true blonde. She kept her robe closed to keep her nighty out of sight. She rested her hand over her heart as she felt a flush move over her cheeks.

"Draco..." her voice almost whispy.

Draco's eyes softened from Seducer quickly to enthralled.

"Hermioine." He stated, standing and making his way toward her, arms out to draw attention to the room.

It was furnished in dark, heavy furniture and decorated with several awe-inspiring tapestries depicting the wizarding world's evolution from reverence, to hunted outcasts, and finally to secret world.

"Welcome to my domain." He said with a wry smile.

Hermione smiles and slowly walked over and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. God it felt so good to be back in her Slytherin's arms. Draco hugs her close, his nose buried in her silky hair. He nuzzles her cheek, his smile playful.

"You're hair looks nice." Hermione smiles and nuzzles his cheek.

"Thanks... i wanted to try something new. Could we... go somewhere private?" Draco nods and takes Hermione's hand, leading her to a door and down a wide corridor to a thick redwood door.

He presses his free hand to the center of it and speaks clearly.

"Aperio." The door shudders and seems to fold away from Draco's hand.

He grins to Hermione and, before he lets her in, takes their joined hands and places hers beneath his on the doorframe.

"Say it. It'll calibrate to you too, so you can come in anytime you want, even if I'm not here." Hermione looked at him then smiled softly.

"Aperio." She was excited that this guy that had stolen her heart trusted her enough to allow her into his rooms when he wasnt there.

The stone beneath her hand rippled, almost seeming to caress Hermione's palm before settling again. Draco's smile widened and he lead her into his room. Behind them, the thick wooden door folded back into place silently. The room was huge and had one massive four-poster bed in one corner, the heavy curtains on it pulled open to reveal a bed strewn with squashy pillows and a fluffy comfortor. On the opposite wall was a large oak desk, over which hung a bright, summery painting of Malfoy Manor. To the left was a long, low dresser and the door to Draco's private bathroom.

On the right, across from the bed, was a heavy armoir with the door ajar. From the inside peeked a staggering amount of clothing and shoes. The cold of the stone floor was lessened by the thick Berber rug covering most of it and decorating the room with patterns of herbal swirls in several shades of green and blue. Draco looked around his room as though seeing it for the first time and smiled, apparently satisfied. Hermione looked around in awe at the room. She walks over to the painting of the Manor.

"That looks like a nice place to live." Hermione whispered as she felt almost at home just stairing at the picture.

Draco felt something shoot through his chest at her seemingly idle comment. He so wanted her to feel that way. In it's own way, the Malfoy Manor was an extension of himself. Something he'd hoped Hermione would love as much as he himself did.

"I'll have to take you there sometime. It's...quite lovely." He said, not wanting to seem overzealous.

Hermione smiles and turns slowly to him as she felt just as nervous as that first night.

"Why dont you get comfortable i have something i want to show you." Draco pulls his desk chair out and sits on it, frowning slightly, wondering what she could want to show him.

His fingers play nervously with the hem of his robe, unknowingly showing Hermione a good bit of thigh. Hermione looks at him and blushes softly. She felt her hands shake as she turned her back to him. Slowly she unbuttoned her robe letting it slip slowly showing her bare shoulders. Draco sits up abruptly, licking his lips. Was she...she couldn't be planning on a strip-tease...could she? He felt his mouth go dry at the prospect and he watched Hermione as she slowly revealed more of her beautiful skin. Hermione took a deep breath and slowly lower the robe showing the back of the nighty til her robe hits the floor. She slowly turned herself as part of her brown hair covered one eye. Draco feels all the blood leave his brain and travel south, his robe doing nothing to hide the fact. He crosses his legs and clears his throat, unable to think of a thing to say. His eyes widen as he realizes what the gown is made of and he wonders where she got it.

"You-" He has to stop and clear his throat when his voice cracks, the desirous husk in it conflicting with his natural tone.

"You look...absolutely stunning." He says finally, honestly, for he is well and truly stunned.

Hermione turns fully looking at Draco. The nighty did nothing to hide her generous bosom.

"Thank you Draco..." she whispered her voice thick already.

She could see his arousel standing straight in his robe.

"Your mother sent this to me..." Hermione licked her suddenly dry lips.

Draco blinks stupidly for several seconds, unable to assimilate his mother into this situation.

"My...mother?" Hermione nodded as she slowly walked over to him as the nighty seemed to move over her legs like water.

"She said that you would like it... That you liked spidersilk." Hermione whispered gently standing Draco up from the chair.

Draco allowed his fingers to trail over the silk on Hermione's thigh on his way up, shivering at the thought of how it moved over her skin, heating with her heat and moving with her every turn. When he was standing fully, his lips mere millimeters from hers, he met her eyes. His fingers smoothed along her sides, barely touching her, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. Hermione felt a shudder move through her body. Her peaks already hardening, the silk carressing them.

Her lips grazed his as she gently slipped her tongue out flicking it over his lips almost inviting him. Her hands gently moved up to his shoulders. Draco flicks his tongue against hers, not taking her invitation just yet. He keeps her in limbo, flicking and teasing her tongue with his, but retreating when she leans in close. His fingers make spidery patterns on her silk-clad skin, barely skirting her peaked nipples and the dip of her arse.

"Hermione..." He whispers between them.

Hermione whimpered softly as she felt the pressure building inside her. Recently she felt this pressure always building and building but never had it exploded but with all this teaseing she felt the feeling of something snapping inside her. Suddenly she grabbed him by the back of his blonde head and kissed him with lust filling the kiss. Her body pressed hard into his. Draco groaned and bowed to Hermione's lust, pressing close and running his hands lovingly over her curves, finally palming her full breasts and sucking insistently on her lower lip. Hermione groaned as she sucked on his upper lip. She needed him desperatly. She wrapped one leg around his waist before breaking the kiss.

A wicked grin moved onto her lips as she jumpped wrapping her other leg around his waist. With strength that she never knew she had, she locked her ankles behind his back. She was able to look down at Draco almost smirking in a very Slytherin way. Draco spread his feet automatically, his body compensating for his shift in balance. He held Hermione's arse in his hands, his fingers barely able to brush her center. His eyes widened as he realized she must have been naked beneath the nighty, it's rippling length now ruffled becomingly around her waist. Her grin, though, charmed him and he couldn't stop himself from returning it with his own.

"Proud of yourself, are you?" He asked, his voice still thick with desire.

Hermione grinned as she leaned over lightly breathing into his ear as she nipped the lobe.

"Yes... i am... why dont you move to your bed?" her voice soft as her hands moved under his robe touching his nipples with her maniqured nails.

Draco nipped her jawline and did as she bade, moving behind the curtains of the massive bed and laying Hermione gently down in what amounted to a nest of pillows. He sat back a moment to watch the silk pool about her waist, just hiding her center. Her hair spread about her head like a corona, reflecting the flickering candlelight out in the room. He met her eyes, his own dark, liquid silver meeting her gold-flecked brown and he marvelled that one person could do this to him. Turn him into molten desire and soft sentiments...make a Malfoy into a pet.

Hermione gently purred in approval of the bed as her hands gently cupped his jaw almost guideing him up. She felt desired and felt in control of this powerful hier. How had she come from hateing this man to loving him in the most primal way? She felt her heart almost burst with her love for him. He had made her feel like a real woman. Her fingers gently ran through his hair. Draco's own fingers began wandering her curves, barely-there touches that travelled up her thighs and over her belly and ribs. smoothing between her breasts and around her neck.

He watched Hermione's eyes constantly, looking for her reactions and logging them away to explore at his leisure. He pressed close, the velvet of his robe rubbing deliciously against the silk of her nighty, causing it to ride up until her naked hips were pressed against his clothed ones. Hermione gasped at the soft touches. Her body was already sensitive but his touches was driving her already mad. Her body moved against him.

"Oh... Draco..." her eyes showed him the lust that she felt.

Draco leaned back and shrugged out of his robe, returning to climb onto the bed beside Hermione. He kissed her lips teasingly until she rose on her side to meet him, the hand he wasn't supporting himself on caressing her hip, his thumb coming tantalizingly close to her core. Hermione groaned as her hand moves over his chest flicking her nails over his nipple. She gently nibbled on his lip. Draco runs his tongue over Hermione's lips. Suddenly, he slides a hand under her and flips onto his back, bringing her over onto his chest.

He continues to caress her hips, now with both hands, as he stares mischievously up into her eyes. Hermione flips her hair back as it flows around her shoulder. She sits on his waist gently rocking her hips into his. She could feel his erection pressing into her core. Draco bit his lower lip, pushing the nighty up Hermione's thighs so that they were skin to skin. He groaned at the feel of her heat so close to his own and his hips rolled forward. He ran his hands over her inner thighs softly, his eyes never leaving hers. Hermione's eyes never leave his as her hips continue to rock into him. Her core gently moved over his length.

"Oh... Draco..." Draco can feel how slick Hermione is, so without warning, he angles himself to slip into her as she rocks, her own movements sliding his hardness into her.

He moans heavily, his hands tightening briefly on her thighs. Hermione cries out and arches her back.

"Oh god!" she could feel him so deep inside her and could feel him pulsing inside her.

Draco rolled his hips back, using his surprising strength to lift Hermione by the hips before sliding her down again, his shaft re-entering her and brushing against her inner sweetspot. He reared up and paid lavish attention to her breasts with his tongue, the silk darkening as he laved her hard peak. Hermione gasped and cried out wrapping her arms aorund his neck as she bounced faster and harder on him. Draco wrapped one arm around Hermione's midsection, not wanting to leave all the work to her, and pushed the nighty over her head with the other.

Finally faced with her magnificent breasts, he flicked his tongue over her peaks relentlessly, his free hand anchoring itself in her hair and massaging her scalp. He moaned against her skin as she continued to impale herself on him. Hermione cried out as she continued to move up and down. Her body screamed for him. Her core plused around his length. Her nails continued to claw over his back. Draco felt the sting of her nails and released her nipple to throw his head back, groaning heavily and thrusting hard into her, both arms locking around her waist. He could feel his impending orgasm tightening his muscles. Hermione could feel him pulse inside her as she gripped his shoulders. She breathed hard into his ear.

"Dont cum yet Draco... dont cum til... i tell you..." She wanted to see if she could get him to hold back his orgasm.

Draco's eyes opened wide and he shuddered, oddly turned on by Hermione's command, which didn't help him in the least. He swallowed hard, still thrusting, but trying desperately to hold back his climax.

"God. Hermione..." he moaned.

Hermione moans and bounced harder and faster as her own climax was there but she held it back. She leaned down and bit his neck hard. Draco's hips jerk forward and he is unable to hold back a pitiful moan, his orgasm a hair's breadth from cresting.

"Please," He begs, kissing her chest softly, pleadingly.

"Please..." Hermione holds him close as she smiles.

"Go .... ahead..." She continues to bounce as her body convolses her climax claiming her making her scream loud.

Draco cries out as she allows his release. He shudders violently against Hermione bathing her sheath with his essence. As he begins to relax, he leans slowly backward, cradling Hermione against his chest until they're laying on the plentiful soft pillows scattered about. Hermione pants hard falling next to him. She looked up into his eyes as she grinned slightly.

"Did you like that?" Draco is able to offer no more than a weak smile, his body still recovering.

"Y-yes." His voice is hoarse from his vocal reaction to Hermione's passion.

Hermione snuggles into him as she whispers.

"We should move into the same dorm... instead of sneaking around." Draco blinks.

"Are we allowed to do that?" Hermione sits up enough to lays her head on his chest.

"Why not? There are no laws in Hogwarts History saying that two students cant live in the same dorm. We just have to decide which dorm." Draco nods.

"Not to be...er. Rude. But," He sits up slightly and points.

"I have a bathroom." He nods concisely, grinning a knowing grin.

The choice is Hermione's and they both know it.

"And a big, big bed." Hermione giggles as she sits up as well.

"So do i... but..." her thoughts return to Ginny's assult.

"I think moving down here is a good idea." Draco smiles happily.

"I'm glad. I've gotten used to having a room to myself." His smile turns into a grin.

"Wealth hath it's privelages, and all that tosh." Hermione looks at him then leaned down slowly almost close to his cock.

Her breath gently moved over it.

"Oh really? Well i must say..." Draco swallows.

He's tempted to say something clever, but can think of nothing that doesn't sound either snide or crude. Instead he moves his hips slightly, his shaft already beginning to wake at the thought of how close she is. Hermione grins then blows a rasberry onto his stomach that was loud and wet. Draco makes an undignified squawk and curls upward, laughing brightly.

"Diabolical little minx!" He shouts, guarding his belly.

Hermione pulls back laughing as she wipes her mouth.

"Got ya." As soon as Hermione backs away, Draco dives at her, his fingers running over her ticklish middle.

"Who has whom, Ms. Granger?" he says arrogantly.

Hermione squeals and laughs hard.

"Ahhh! Stop! Stop! Stop!" she cried as she tried to grab his hands.

He allows himself to be stopped, lacing his fingers with Hermione's as he leans forward to place a sweet kiss at the corner of her mouth. Hermione catches his lips kissing him passionately. Her hands lightly gripped his. Draco is surprised, but goes along with Hermione, content to let her lead him anywhere. Hermione slowly breaks the kiss.

"We should get some sleep..." she whispered.

Draco nods, laying his head beside hers and stroking the hair at her temple.

"Yes, I suppose we should..." Hermione smiles and snuggles into him wrapping her arms around him.

"I love you Draco..." Draco kisses the top of her head, his arms coming automatically around her shoulder as his legs entwine with hers.

"I love you too. I...don't believe you will ever understand how happy you have made me. How long I wished for you..." He sighed happily.

Hermione smiled and tightened her hold as she nuzzles his shoulder. She slowly slipped into the pillows of sleep. Draco followed soon after, not hearing the silent unfolding of his door as the candle guttered and died.

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