Claiming Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult ++
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32
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Tell me what you want...
It’s hard to not look at beauty. When a beautiful woman, or man, or flower or painting crosses your path, your eyes follow, just as sunflowers turn their heads to follow the sun.
And that is what happened to Draco when Hermione Granger walked into the Yule Ball and stopped, three paces in, stunned, with her small pink mouth parted on a gasp.
He wanted not to look, but his eyes followed her anyway.
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A cool breeze caressed Hermione’s knees and thigh through the long slit up the left leg in her gold dress. She smoothed her hand over the soft, already flat fabric nervously. Looking ahead to the warm light spilling from the open doors, she thought it might be warmer in the hall. The gold light was tumbling out into the hall in a cloudy haze and she thought back to all the boxes of decorations she and Malfoy had looked through – the stars and icicles and fake snow, tinsel and garland – and she wondered what she was about to find. But as she turned into the light, all wondering was wiped from her mind, as she stood agape at the scene before her.
Thousands, hundreds of thousands, maybe even millions of tiny glowing fairy lights filled the Great Hall, slowly undulating and bathing everything in rich gold. They clustered at the ceiling and in empty corners, and swirled in the displaced air as people moved through the room. She looked down at her arms where spots of light moved over her. The effect was devastating.
Hermione could barely breathe. It was like walking into a dream. Her own dream, where she could still feel her face in his hand, his fingertips high on her cheek.
She felt her heartbeat quicken and she looked through the moving light, to the other side of the hall, to find arctic grey eyes locked on hers.
It was for her.
A private message between them.
Because misery loves company and he wanted her to know how miserable he was. How he remembered kissing her at every moment, and how it possessed him, tortured him, and because he didn’t know another way to tell her.
The easy way they had found this last week was obliterated in the heavy weight of the silent communication they were sharing. Hermione was suddenly aware of the rise and fall of her chest, of the muffled, far-away sounds of people milling about her, and of the heat she felt was consuming her.
She might have stood there forever, just inside the doorway, stuck in that smoldering stare, if a familiar voice hadn’t jolted her out of her trance.
“We were wondering when you were going to make your grand entrance,” Harry said, kissing her on the cheek and following her gaze.
“Huh?” was her eloquent reply.
Harry frowned, but there was a resigned mirth in his eyes. “Come on, over here,” he said as he led her over to their friends. When they arrived at the small gathering, Harry turned her away so that she might actually be able to hold a conversation.
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For Draco though, it was just about the worst thing Potter could have done. When the Head Girl turned around he felt his heart fall into his stomach. The shimmery sheath dress she wore left her entire back bare – from her delicate shoulders, down just past the dip of the small of her back. A set of impossibly thin straps rayed out at each shoulder to crisscross her back and spread out just under each shoulder blade. His eyes were glued to the indent of her spine as it ended…
“It’s really rather breathtaking, isn’t it?” a voice came over his shoulder. Draco’s heart leapt. But before he could panic fully, Dumbledore waved his hand through the air, indicating the lights, as if he’d meant that all along. Draco wasn’t convinced. “I think this may be the most stunning Yule Ball Hogwarts has ever seen.”
“Thank you, Professor.”
“You must have had some wonderful inspiration.” The headmaster smiled wistfully and looked into Draco’s eyes then, and Draco didn’t answer.
“I was hoping, Mr. Malfoy, that as Head Boy, yourself and the Head Girl could start our lovely ball off on the right foot, by opening the dance”. Draco had the audacity to raise an eyebrow at the Headmaster, whose face remained neutral. Draco thought he could see the old man’s eyebrow twitching in a held-back reply.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Wonderful. Wonderful. Well, I’ll let you see to it. Have a splendid time this evening Draco,” the Headmaster said, cuffing Draco on the shoulder before walking away.
As soon as Dumbledore was out of range, Draco groaned.
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Hermione welcomed Harry’s strategy. She looked at Ginny’s moving glossy lips and tried to focus her attention on her friends. Malfoy had unbalanced her, just as he had when he kissed her. With the lights, with his grey eyes.
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Draco watched Ron Weasley’s eyes narrow as he approached the cluster of Gryffindors. A wicked smirk planted itself on Draco’s face as if it just couldn’t help itself. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Potter look at him anxiously.
The expanse of bare skin was like a magnet, and Draco’s fingertips brushed the warm skin at the base of her spine as he leaned over her shoulder.
“Would you do me the honor, Granger?” he spoke into her ear, keeping his eyes on the redhead. Draco felt her intake of breath and broke his gaze with Weasley as she turned to look up at him.
Surprise was written all over face, but before she could say anything, Weasley stepped forward with an angry expression.
“Excuse me?”
“Well, seeing as how I wasn’t talking to you, Weasel, you are excused.”
The tension among the assembled group grew as everyone watched the two nervously.
“What are you on about, Malfoy,” Ron said, his fists curling at his sides.
“I’m pretty sure I was asking the lady to dance,” he responded coolly.
If anyone had not been watching the two rivals, they might have seen Ginny and Lavender’s mouths both open in surprise. Malfoy had used the words ‘honor’ and ‘lady’ regarding Hermione AND was asking her to dance…the first dance…in front of everyone. Lavender put her hand on Ron’s forearm.
Draco saw his opportunity and held his hand out to her. “May I?” he asked seriously. Hermione looked at his outstretched hand and in the back of her mind registered the collective gasp around her as she placed her hand in his.
The walk onto the empty dance floor was surreal. Both head students could feel eyes crawling over them and the whispers were anything but hushed. It wasn’t at all unusual for the Head Girl and Boy to open the Yule Ball with the first dance, and she supposed that was Malfoy’s intention. But judging from the murmurs, Hogwarts wasn’t ready to see them hand in hand. If they only knew. Hermione had a desire to laugh. But when Draco twirled her into his arms, and locked his gaze on her once again, the desire vanished along with everything else that wasn’t Draco Malfoy.
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Draco’s fingers itched to close on the small hand resting on his.
Holding her again, holding the curve of her hip, in the swirling golden light again, made his breath hitch in his chest. What had he meant by filling the hall with their fairy lights? Now it seemed like the worst idea, as it only made this harder for him.
He set his jaw into a mask of formality and gracefully moved them across the floor, every step perfect, giving nothing away, denying his body screaming at him to haul her into him and take her. Right there any way he could.
With one hand resting on his shoulder and the other in his outstretched hand, Hermione could feel the rigidity in his body, and how it contradicted his easy, graceful movements. He was a master of disguise and she knew that now. She was learning to read his eyes. They were piercing, hard, full, and she couldn’t look away.
“Draco…it’s exquisite,” she said conversationally to maintain the illusion of being unaffected. Both for his benefit as much as for the prying eyes. As soon as she said it though, she saw it for the acknowledgement of their kiss that it was, and felt her face heat up.
Draco was holding on by a thread, every ounce of restraint tied into his tense muscles, and the only thing he heard was his name. Not Malfoy, but Draco. ‘Draco’. Again, ‘Draco’. His brain was tripping over the roll of her tongue as her mouth gave birth to it, and the pursed shape of her lips when she finally pushed it out. ‘Draco’.
In another part of his mind, he was telling her that she was exquisite. But it stayed there, repeating until it was too late.
Dumbledore led McGonagall onto the floor, and a second later Ginny dragged Harry out too. They both let out a sigh as the dance floor filled and Hermione smiled warmly at him to share her relief.
It was that moment – right then – that everything changed. That small, inconsequential moment when she smiled up at him, that finally broke him.
And Hermione knew it. She saw it. A subtle shift in those crystal grey eyes, from frustration to intention. The smile slipped slowly from her face as full recognition dawned on her and her eyes grew wide in response. She felt the flush race from her cheeks down her chest and she struggled to breath normally. His long fingers tightened on her hip hard and she gasped.
The music was ending, or changing, and the fact that they were surrounded by people was lost on both of them as Draco dragged Hermione sharply to him so their bodies were pressed together. She let out a tiny sound, a whimper maybe, and her eyes darted to the side to see anyone watching. But then he was leaning forward, his warm breath washing over her ear and her eyelids closed.
“Tell me what you want Granger,” his voice was low and rough and demanding. She felt his lips dragging over her neck. A tight coil of need bloomed in her lower abdomen and she wanted to arch her body into him. Her head tilted to bare her neck for him instinctually.
“Show me.”
He groaned against her skin. “Yes… Fuck yes.”
And then he was walking away and Hermione was staring at his back, jaw trembling and fighting to gain composure. She gulped and looked around her. No one was looking. Not one person seemed to be looking at her. She placed a steadying hand on her stomach and took a deep breath.
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The rest of the evening passed in a blur. Ron seemed to be at her side all night, competing with her dazed state of mind for attention, insisting on dancing, kissing her check the way Harry did.
Ginny rescued her more than once to drag her to a quiet corner, or to get punch. The littlest Weasley was alive with playfulness, and Hermione was moderately distracted from the flutter of nerves that had set up shop in her stomach. However, Ginny also seemed intent on bringing up the strange occurrence of Malfoy asking Hermione to dance. As well as the fact that the tall blonde had come to a dance without a date for the first time ever, however irrelevant that seemed to Hermione.
No, Draco Malfoy did not come with his date. He couldn’t bring himself to ask her. And she came alone too, and maybe her reasons were the same as his, but she wasn’t ready to admit them yet, not even to herself.
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Yes. He said yes. Hermione’s mind couldn’t move past this one thing. Last night as she peeled off her dress and pulled on her pjs, when she climbed into bed and stared up at the scarlet canopy of her bed. This morning as she showered then dried her hair, and put on her uniform. As she climbed into the carriage with her friends, all the way to Hogsmeade Station. Yes. He said yes. She was going to have sex. She was going to have sex with Draco Malfoy.
Draco Malfoy was going to see her naked.
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Which is exactly what Draco Malfoy was thinking as he sat across from her in the empty carriage on its way back to the castle. He was going to see Hermione Granger naked. How many times had he imagined it? How many times had he stroked his hard cock, wondering if her tits looked anything like he pictured them? What was the exact color of her nipples? Of her pussy lips? What did she taste like?
Sitting across from her in the empty carriage, Draco watched as she looked everywhere but at him. He could feel her nervousness radiating off her. He smirked, feeling a little proud of being able to unsettle the indomitable witch in this way. He couldn’t deny the smug pride he now felt at the idea of being her first. The first to sink into her. Ever.
From the moment she smiled at him on the dance floor, from the moment that he had succumbed, Draco felt like he had returned to himself. The confusion was gone. The battle was over. And just when it seemed that he’d lost, he realized that he won. He was going to have her under him, open for him.
But he wouldn’t, couldn’t, just take her. Draco wanted her to give herself to him. And not in the way you hand over your wallet to a mugger in hopes that he won’t hurt you. He wanted something more from her, something more complete, something total. He wanted her so undone that she would beg him, plead with him to take her.
They rode in silence, the falling snow scurrying around the protective barrier spelled over the carriage.
Hermione’s nerves were frayed and raw and she was glad that Malfoy wasn’t pressing her right now. It was all she could do to sit still across from him, feeling his gaze trying to penetrate her. She was terrified. That was true. But she was also so absorbed in the thrill, her curiosity and her excitement that she could barely stand it. She wondered what it would be like, and when she couldn’t form a picture in her head, she decided that she had absolutely no idea, and she would just let Malfoy lead her. That was the whole point right?
When they reached Hogwarts, they climbed out of the carriage and out of the barrier and warming charm. The walk up to the steps was slowly, both being careful not to slip in the blanket of snow that coated every thing. Draco watched the white snowflakes catch in Granger’s curls as he walked a step behind her.
When they reached the big oak doors, she went to pull the handle and Draco’s fingers wrapped around her wrist.
“Tonight Granger. Come tonight.”
She swallowed and nodded.
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Hermione stood in front of his door with her heart pounding in her chest. She took slow, deep breaths and tried to calm the rampaging butterflies beating their wings against her stomach.
She looked at her feet. There was a large scuff on her right toe. She groaned. Somehow, with all her scattered nerves, she had completely forgotten to change out of her uniform. Hermione gave an internal shrug. She probably wouldn’t be dressed for long anyway – and this thought sent a fresh bout of flutters through her.
She closed her eyes and summoned every ounce of courage she could find. Just do it, Hermione. Don’t think. Just…knock. Now.
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Draco stood before her, barefoot, shirt untucked and sleeves rolled up, a book closed around his finger where he had left off, dangling from his hand. He moved his hand up on the frame and opened the door a little wider. Hermione steeled her nerves and walked underneath his arm into the large softly lit room.
She stood by the bed, awkwardly and fingered the hem of her skirt. Draco stood by to door, looking at her, drinking her in. He wanted to remember this. He wanted to remember Hermione Granger, pure, untouched, standing next to his bed and waiting for him.
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Can I just say that you guys leave the BEST REVIEWS! You all are so encouraging and give such great and thorough responses and reviews! Thank you SO much!
SoftObsidian74
Hey girl! Yes, well, I know you already know, but it really is just around the…chapter now. I love this: “like a new lover, you want him, but you don't want to rush it because you know you'll never want it as bad as you do before your first time.” Damn, that’s beautiful and a bit a sad, bittersweet, perhaps. Thank you!
ace
A dark dramione where hermione becomes a death eater? Sounds interesting and full of potential to be a great stroy. But I don’t think I have it in me. I’m not a very dark person, depressing sometimes, perhaps, and I’m assuming for a lot of writers it’s the same – that they relate to the characters. Now… a story of wanting to escape the world of Death Eaters – to no longer want to be one – that I could maybe get behind. Thanks for the review! I’m glad you are enjoying the story!
DrpnBlood4U
* wink * How’s that for teasing?
luv2cusmile
I like the way you put this: “i love how draco knows he's going to grant hermione's request and is kicking himself every step of the way”. All I can say about how Draco might treat her first time is that he’s going to be keeping in mind her statement of “wanting a fuller experience” and let’s not forget that he IS Draco – as much as he has great self-control, when let loose, he’s going to have her * his way *. But, I promise she’ll like it (because who wouldn’t!!)
Dreamweaver
What the heck is it about that picture and the umbrella that Draco relates too???? Well, if you didn’t see it: http://i345.photobucket.com/albums/p392/ilonahed/CH_HCR_portrait.jpg
As for what Draco relates to – it has to do with shedding unnecessary “protections”.
I’m so glad you are still loving it and you’ve been so patient and encouraging and, well, thank you!
crissy
Thank you!
laur
Thanks!
ichi.ruki
I’m totally tickled silly that you’re responding to specific lines like that. I started a probably-one-shot and found that I really just wanted to write it in a similar style to those lines. As for the other stuff…maybe a lot of naughty! ☺
kazfeist
LOL@ will there be pretty dresses at this Yule thingy? Maybe one or two! Well, here we are, back to the beginning, huh? I feel like it’s ME standing on the edge of the cliff. I’m so glad you are still along for the ride!
Breenieweenie
“Are they just gonna have sex and then act like it never happened?” Umm….
“Are they gonna become a couple before the sex ensues?” Umm…
“Are they gonna have sex and then Hermione blurts out that she loves him and Draco freaks cause he's not sure about his feelings causing him to distance himself from her and hurt her?” Um…..
☺ hee hee hee
qzgrl
Awww, thanks!
JennyPenny
Thank you! * stands up proudly * Really, thank you!
hate2luv
I’m glad it helped! Thanks for leaving me some luv!
Starrynite45
War chapter? No, that’s definitely not what is coming next. ☺ Well, I mean, philosophically it could be argued… Thanks! I’m glad you like it!
sheryne
Hello to you too! Realistic IS a word. That’s so cool to think I have readers in other parts of the world. Makes me want to wiggle excitedly. Wouldn’t be strange if JKR’s Draco did “turn good”? Well, in a way he did, but she didn’t explore it. Check out dynonugget’s story “More Than Anything”. It’s a GREAT story and it’s a very realistic possibility of how it could have been for Draco: http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600015070
flidaisus
LOL@ “I tend to stray down a different path.” How mysterious? I’m dying to know now. Harry/Draco? Snape and Voldy? Lucius and Draco? I’m actually surprised at the variety of pairings I read. Anyway, I’m so glad you got derailed and fell into this story, and that you’re staying with it. YAY! Thank you so much for reviewing! And let me know as you continue what you think. It’ll be cool to get a fresh perspective. Thanks again!
crescentmoon
Thanks darlin!
forever his
I’m really glad you love it! As for the not leaving you hanging….. erm… sorry? (Just think, it can’t get much worse than this one right? * hides under desk *)
gabby1234
wouldn’t that be nice? But then, would jkr do smut? I’m not so sure, and where would be without it?
Ero Sennin
“Your story is a beatifully written love story, and I am left, still affected hours later” ---
WOW. That is so… so.., wonderful and special to me! Thank you! And thank whoever or however you got here! Now I am so affected. Thank you!
sugypunk
Hiya sugy! Oooh Adult World is coming along sooo great! I was reading in bed super late last night so I’ll go check if I left a review…cause girl, you rocked it! I can’t wait to get your reaction to the next chapter here! Gah! I’m so excited! Thank you for leaving me luv!
tootsie
The painting: http://i345.photobucket.com/albums/p392/ilonahed/CH_HCR_portrait.jpg
Yes, it does have meaning – check out the response to Dreamweaver above. And, yes, I’m afraid that Hermione does think she just wants to have sex and that love isn’t really a factor for her. Hopefully she’ll rethink that one. ☺
And that is what happened to Draco when Hermione Granger walked into the Yule Ball and stopped, three paces in, stunned, with her small pink mouth parted on a gasp.
He wanted not to look, but his eyes followed her anyway.
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A cool breeze caressed Hermione’s knees and thigh through the long slit up the left leg in her gold dress. She smoothed her hand over the soft, already flat fabric nervously. Looking ahead to the warm light spilling from the open doors, she thought it might be warmer in the hall. The gold light was tumbling out into the hall in a cloudy haze and she thought back to all the boxes of decorations she and Malfoy had looked through – the stars and icicles and fake snow, tinsel and garland – and she wondered what she was about to find. But as she turned into the light, all wondering was wiped from her mind, as she stood agape at the scene before her.
Thousands, hundreds of thousands, maybe even millions of tiny glowing fairy lights filled the Great Hall, slowly undulating and bathing everything in rich gold. They clustered at the ceiling and in empty corners, and swirled in the displaced air as people moved through the room. She looked down at her arms where spots of light moved over her. The effect was devastating.
Hermione could barely breathe. It was like walking into a dream. Her own dream, where she could still feel her face in his hand, his fingertips high on her cheek.
She felt her heartbeat quicken and she looked through the moving light, to the other side of the hall, to find arctic grey eyes locked on hers.
It was for her.
A private message between them.
Because misery loves company and he wanted her to know how miserable he was. How he remembered kissing her at every moment, and how it possessed him, tortured him, and because he didn’t know another way to tell her.
The easy way they had found this last week was obliterated in the heavy weight of the silent communication they were sharing. Hermione was suddenly aware of the rise and fall of her chest, of the muffled, far-away sounds of people milling about her, and of the heat she felt was consuming her.
She might have stood there forever, just inside the doorway, stuck in that smoldering stare, if a familiar voice hadn’t jolted her out of her trance.
“We were wondering when you were going to make your grand entrance,” Harry said, kissing her on the cheek and following her gaze.
“Huh?” was her eloquent reply.
Harry frowned, but there was a resigned mirth in his eyes. “Come on, over here,” he said as he led her over to their friends. When they arrived at the small gathering, Harry turned her away so that she might actually be able to hold a conversation.
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For Draco though, it was just about the worst thing Potter could have done. When the Head Girl turned around he felt his heart fall into his stomach. The shimmery sheath dress she wore left her entire back bare – from her delicate shoulders, down just past the dip of the small of her back. A set of impossibly thin straps rayed out at each shoulder to crisscross her back and spread out just under each shoulder blade. His eyes were glued to the indent of her spine as it ended…
“It’s really rather breathtaking, isn’t it?” a voice came over his shoulder. Draco’s heart leapt. But before he could panic fully, Dumbledore waved his hand through the air, indicating the lights, as if he’d meant that all along. Draco wasn’t convinced. “I think this may be the most stunning Yule Ball Hogwarts has ever seen.”
“Thank you, Professor.”
“You must have had some wonderful inspiration.” The headmaster smiled wistfully and looked into Draco’s eyes then, and Draco didn’t answer.
“I was hoping, Mr. Malfoy, that as Head Boy, yourself and the Head Girl could start our lovely ball off on the right foot, by opening the dance”. Draco had the audacity to raise an eyebrow at the Headmaster, whose face remained neutral. Draco thought he could see the old man’s eyebrow twitching in a held-back reply.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Wonderful. Wonderful. Well, I’ll let you see to it. Have a splendid time this evening Draco,” the Headmaster said, cuffing Draco on the shoulder before walking away.
As soon as Dumbledore was out of range, Draco groaned.
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Hermione welcomed Harry’s strategy. She looked at Ginny’s moving glossy lips and tried to focus her attention on her friends. Malfoy had unbalanced her, just as he had when he kissed her. With the lights, with his grey eyes.
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Draco watched Ron Weasley’s eyes narrow as he approached the cluster of Gryffindors. A wicked smirk planted itself on Draco’s face as if it just couldn’t help itself. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Potter look at him anxiously.
The expanse of bare skin was like a magnet, and Draco’s fingertips brushed the warm skin at the base of her spine as he leaned over her shoulder.
“Would you do me the honor, Granger?” he spoke into her ear, keeping his eyes on the redhead. Draco felt her intake of breath and broke his gaze with Weasley as she turned to look up at him.
Surprise was written all over face, but before she could say anything, Weasley stepped forward with an angry expression.
“Excuse me?”
“Well, seeing as how I wasn’t talking to you, Weasel, you are excused.”
The tension among the assembled group grew as everyone watched the two nervously.
“What are you on about, Malfoy,” Ron said, his fists curling at his sides.
“I’m pretty sure I was asking the lady to dance,” he responded coolly.
If anyone had not been watching the two rivals, they might have seen Ginny and Lavender’s mouths both open in surprise. Malfoy had used the words ‘honor’ and ‘lady’ regarding Hermione AND was asking her to dance…the first dance…in front of everyone. Lavender put her hand on Ron’s forearm.
Draco saw his opportunity and held his hand out to her. “May I?” he asked seriously. Hermione looked at his outstretched hand and in the back of her mind registered the collective gasp around her as she placed her hand in his.
The walk onto the empty dance floor was surreal. Both head students could feel eyes crawling over them and the whispers were anything but hushed. It wasn’t at all unusual for the Head Girl and Boy to open the Yule Ball with the first dance, and she supposed that was Malfoy’s intention. But judging from the murmurs, Hogwarts wasn’t ready to see them hand in hand. If they only knew. Hermione had a desire to laugh. But when Draco twirled her into his arms, and locked his gaze on her once again, the desire vanished along with everything else that wasn’t Draco Malfoy.
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Draco’s fingers itched to close on the small hand resting on his.
Holding her again, holding the curve of her hip, in the swirling golden light again, made his breath hitch in his chest. What had he meant by filling the hall with their fairy lights? Now it seemed like the worst idea, as it only made this harder for him.
He set his jaw into a mask of formality and gracefully moved them across the floor, every step perfect, giving nothing away, denying his body screaming at him to haul her into him and take her. Right there any way he could.
With one hand resting on his shoulder and the other in his outstretched hand, Hermione could feel the rigidity in his body, and how it contradicted his easy, graceful movements. He was a master of disguise and she knew that now. She was learning to read his eyes. They were piercing, hard, full, and she couldn’t look away.
“Draco…it’s exquisite,” she said conversationally to maintain the illusion of being unaffected. Both for his benefit as much as for the prying eyes. As soon as she said it though, she saw it for the acknowledgement of their kiss that it was, and felt her face heat up.
Draco was holding on by a thread, every ounce of restraint tied into his tense muscles, and the only thing he heard was his name. Not Malfoy, but Draco. ‘Draco’. Again, ‘Draco’. His brain was tripping over the roll of her tongue as her mouth gave birth to it, and the pursed shape of her lips when she finally pushed it out. ‘Draco’.
In another part of his mind, he was telling her that she was exquisite. But it stayed there, repeating until it was too late.
Dumbledore led McGonagall onto the floor, and a second later Ginny dragged Harry out too. They both let out a sigh as the dance floor filled and Hermione smiled warmly at him to share her relief.
It was that moment – right then – that everything changed. That small, inconsequential moment when she smiled up at him, that finally broke him.
And Hermione knew it. She saw it. A subtle shift in those crystal grey eyes, from frustration to intention. The smile slipped slowly from her face as full recognition dawned on her and her eyes grew wide in response. She felt the flush race from her cheeks down her chest and she struggled to breath normally. His long fingers tightened on her hip hard and she gasped.
The music was ending, or changing, and the fact that they were surrounded by people was lost on both of them as Draco dragged Hermione sharply to him so their bodies were pressed together. She let out a tiny sound, a whimper maybe, and her eyes darted to the side to see anyone watching. But then he was leaning forward, his warm breath washing over her ear and her eyelids closed.
“Tell me what you want Granger,” his voice was low and rough and demanding. She felt his lips dragging over her neck. A tight coil of need bloomed in her lower abdomen and she wanted to arch her body into him. Her head tilted to bare her neck for him instinctually.
“Show me.”
He groaned against her skin. “Yes… Fuck yes.”
And then he was walking away and Hermione was staring at his back, jaw trembling and fighting to gain composure. She gulped and looked around her. No one was looking. Not one person seemed to be looking at her. She placed a steadying hand on her stomach and took a deep breath.
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The rest of the evening passed in a blur. Ron seemed to be at her side all night, competing with her dazed state of mind for attention, insisting on dancing, kissing her check the way Harry did.
Ginny rescued her more than once to drag her to a quiet corner, or to get punch. The littlest Weasley was alive with playfulness, and Hermione was moderately distracted from the flutter of nerves that had set up shop in her stomach. However, Ginny also seemed intent on bringing up the strange occurrence of Malfoy asking Hermione to dance. As well as the fact that the tall blonde had come to a dance without a date for the first time ever, however irrelevant that seemed to Hermione.
No, Draco Malfoy did not come with his date. He couldn’t bring himself to ask her. And she came alone too, and maybe her reasons were the same as his, but she wasn’t ready to admit them yet, not even to herself.
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Yes. He said yes. Hermione’s mind couldn’t move past this one thing. Last night as she peeled off her dress and pulled on her pjs, when she climbed into bed and stared up at the scarlet canopy of her bed. This morning as she showered then dried her hair, and put on her uniform. As she climbed into the carriage with her friends, all the way to Hogsmeade Station. Yes. He said yes. She was going to have sex. She was going to have sex with Draco Malfoy.
Draco Malfoy was going to see her naked.
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Which is exactly what Draco Malfoy was thinking as he sat across from her in the empty carriage on its way back to the castle. He was going to see Hermione Granger naked. How many times had he imagined it? How many times had he stroked his hard cock, wondering if her tits looked anything like he pictured them? What was the exact color of her nipples? Of her pussy lips? What did she taste like?
Sitting across from her in the empty carriage, Draco watched as she looked everywhere but at him. He could feel her nervousness radiating off her. He smirked, feeling a little proud of being able to unsettle the indomitable witch in this way. He couldn’t deny the smug pride he now felt at the idea of being her first. The first to sink into her. Ever.
From the moment she smiled at him on the dance floor, from the moment that he had succumbed, Draco felt like he had returned to himself. The confusion was gone. The battle was over. And just when it seemed that he’d lost, he realized that he won. He was going to have her under him, open for him.
But he wouldn’t, couldn’t, just take her. Draco wanted her to give herself to him. And not in the way you hand over your wallet to a mugger in hopes that he won’t hurt you. He wanted something more from her, something more complete, something total. He wanted her so undone that she would beg him, plead with him to take her.
They rode in silence, the falling snow scurrying around the protective barrier spelled over the carriage.
Hermione’s nerves were frayed and raw and she was glad that Malfoy wasn’t pressing her right now. It was all she could do to sit still across from him, feeling his gaze trying to penetrate her. She was terrified. That was true. But she was also so absorbed in the thrill, her curiosity and her excitement that she could barely stand it. She wondered what it would be like, and when she couldn’t form a picture in her head, she decided that she had absolutely no idea, and she would just let Malfoy lead her. That was the whole point right?
When they reached Hogwarts, they climbed out of the carriage and out of the barrier and warming charm. The walk up to the steps was slowly, both being careful not to slip in the blanket of snow that coated every thing. Draco watched the white snowflakes catch in Granger’s curls as he walked a step behind her.
When they reached the big oak doors, she went to pull the handle and Draco’s fingers wrapped around her wrist.
“Tonight Granger. Come tonight.”
She swallowed and nodded.
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Hermione stood in front of his door with her heart pounding in her chest. She took slow, deep breaths and tried to calm the rampaging butterflies beating their wings against her stomach.
She looked at her feet. There was a large scuff on her right toe. She groaned. Somehow, with all her scattered nerves, she had completely forgotten to change out of her uniform. Hermione gave an internal shrug. She probably wouldn’t be dressed for long anyway – and this thought sent a fresh bout of flutters through her.
She closed her eyes and summoned every ounce of courage she could find. Just do it, Hermione. Don’t think. Just…knock. Now.
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Draco stood before her, barefoot, shirt untucked and sleeves rolled up, a book closed around his finger where he had left off, dangling from his hand. He moved his hand up on the frame and opened the door a little wider. Hermione steeled her nerves and walked underneath his arm into the large softly lit room.
She stood by the bed, awkwardly and fingered the hem of her skirt. Draco stood by to door, looking at her, drinking her in. He wanted to remember this. He wanted to remember Hermione Granger, pure, untouched, standing next to his bed and waiting for him.
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Can I just say that you guys leave the BEST REVIEWS! You all are so encouraging and give such great and thorough responses and reviews! Thank you SO much!
SoftObsidian74
Hey girl! Yes, well, I know you already know, but it really is just around the…chapter now. I love this: “like a new lover, you want him, but you don't want to rush it because you know you'll never want it as bad as you do before your first time.” Damn, that’s beautiful and a bit a sad, bittersweet, perhaps. Thank you!
ace
A dark dramione where hermione becomes a death eater? Sounds interesting and full of potential to be a great stroy. But I don’t think I have it in me. I’m not a very dark person, depressing sometimes, perhaps, and I’m assuming for a lot of writers it’s the same – that they relate to the characters. Now… a story of wanting to escape the world of Death Eaters – to no longer want to be one – that I could maybe get behind. Thanks for the review! I’m glad you are enjoying the story!
DrpnBlood4U
* wink * How’s that for teasing?
luv2cusmile
I like the way you put this: “i love how draco knows he's going to grant hermione's request and is kicking himself every step of the way”. All I can say about how Draco might treat her first time is that he’s going to be keeping in mind her statement of “wanting a fuller experience” and let’s not forget that he IS Draco – as much as he has great self-control, when let loose, he’s going to have her * his way *. But, I promise she’ll like it (because who wouldn’t!!)
Dreamweaver
What the heck is it about that picture and the umbrella that Draco relates too???? Well, if you didn’t see it: http://i345.photobucket.com/albums/p392/ilonahed/CH_HCR_portrait.jpg
As for what Draco relates to – it has to do with shedding unnecessary “protections”.
I’m so glad you are still loving it and you’ve been so patient and encouraging and, well, thank you!
crissy
Thank you!
laur
Thanks!
ichi.ruki
I’m totally tickled silly that you’re responding to specific lines like that. I started a probably-one-shot and found that I really just wanted to write it in a similar style to those lines. As for the other stuff…maybe a lot of naughty! ☺
kazfeist
LOL@ will there be pretty dresses at this Yule thingy? Maybe one or two! Well, here we are, back to the beginning, huh? I feel like it’s ME standing on the edge of the cliff. I’m so glad you are still along for the ride!
Breenieweenie
“Are they just gonna have sex and then act like it never happened?” Umm….
“Are they gonna become a couple before the sex ensues?” Umm…
“Are they gonna have sex and then Hermione blurts out that she loves him and Draco freaks cause he's not sure about his feelings causing him to distance himself from her and hurt her?” Um…..
☺ hee hee hee
qzgrl
Awww, thanks!
JennyPenny
Thank you! * stands up proudly * Really, thank you!
hate2luv
I’m glad it helped! Thanks for leaving me some luv!
Starrynite45
War chapter? No, that’s definitely not what is coming next. ☺ Well, I mean, philosophically it could be argued… Thanks! I’m glad you like it!
sheryne
Hello to you too! Realistic IS a word. That’s so cool to think I have readers in other parts of the world. Makes me want to wiggle excitedly. Wouldn’t be strange if JKR’s Draco did “turn good”? Well, in a way he did, but she didn’t explore it. Check out dynonugget’s story “More Than Anything”. It’s a GREAT story and it’s a very realistic possibility of how it could have been for Draco: http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600015070
flidaisus
LOL@ “I tend to stray down a different path.” How mysterious? I’m dying to know now. Harry/Draco? Snape and Voldy? Lucius and Draco? I’m actually surprised at the variety of pairings I read. Anyway, I’m so glad you got derailed and fell into this story, and that you’re staying with it. YAY! Thank you so much for reviewing! And let me know as you continue what you think. It’ll be cool to get a fresh perspective. Thanks again!
crescentmoon
Thanks darlin!
forever his
I’m really glad you love it! As for the not leaving you hanging….. erm… sorry? (Just think, it can’t get much worse than this one right? * hides under desk *)
gabby1234
wouldn’t that be nice? But then, would jkr do smut? I’m not so sure, and where would be without it?
Ero Sennin
“Your story is a beatifully written love story, and I am left, still affected hours later” ---
WOW. That is so… so.., wonderful and special to me! Thank you! And thank whoever or however you got here! Now I am so affected. Thank you!
sugypunk
Hiya sugy! Oooh Adult World is coming along sooo great! I was reading in bed super late last night so I’ll go check if I left a review…cause girl, you rocked it! I can’t wait to get your reaction to the next chapter here! Gah! I’m so excited! Thank you for leaving me luv!
tootsie
The painting: http://i345.photobucket.com/albums/p392/ilonahed/CH_HCR_portrait.jpg
Yes, it does have meaning – check out the response to Dreamweaver above. And, yes, I’m afraid that Hermione does think she just wants to have sex and that love isn’t really a factor for her. Hopefully she’ll rethink that one. ☺