The Baby Project

A/N: There's a little surprise awaiting you towards the end of the chapter...for all you wonderful people who have been holding on for so long!!!!!! :-D

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Chapter Twenty Eight

'If every man says all he can,
if every man is true.

Do I believe the sky above,
is Caribbean blue?'


Hermione folded her arms and put her book down on the bed.
The anger and panic had subsided, and the worry was now beginning to set in.

Twice her Mother and Father had told her to ring the Police and give a
missing person's identity...but it was more than likely that Malfoy would
never be found if anyone wanted to seek him out.

Well, it was his own god damn fault for reading a privately addressed
letter.
One that she hadn't even read herself, yet.

She didn't know exactly what Malfoy had read in there, but as the day wore
on she had realised that whatever it was; it was no good.

But what the hell did he care?
Sure, she respected the fact that he didn't really like Ron. Sure, she
respected the fact that maybe he did have morals, and that he knew the
difference between right and wrong (Malfoy 'always' being right, and
everyone else being 'wrong'). But to be away for this length of time and not
give a flying fuck for anyone but himself?

Well, that was the typical Malfoy that Hermione knew well.
It was the Malfoy that she could find so easy to hate.

Somewhere deep inside of her, she felt the need to apologise as soon as he
walked through the door.
But what the hell did she need to do that for? It wasn't her fault things
had gotten out of hand with Ron last night...

Ron.
What was she going to do with Ron? They had been great friends for so long, and she had held a torch for him
for many years, now...it was just
sods law that Ron had decided to show his true feelings for her when she
DIDN'T feel the same.

But she saw that look in his eyes.
That look that gave her a thousand apologies when she looked into them,
because he instantly knew that he had stepped over the line.
And yet, she still didn't think she could look at him when she saw him next.
At the moment, every time she seemed to close her eyes she could see him
looking at her, and in the shower this morning she had scrubbed at her skin,
as though trying to wash away the invisible dirt that she felt covered by.

Was that normal?
To feel so much disgust for someone that you had loved for so many years?
If the horrible churning in her gut was anything to go by, then the answer
was clear;

Ron Weasley had actually managed to repulse her.
Which saddened her more than anything she could have ever imagined.

There was a bang downstairs.

The front door slamming shut.

Hermione's heartbeat began to quicken, and she could hear the thundering
pulse within her ears. Little hairs stood up on the back of her neck, and
her breath began to quicken...

He was back.

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Not long after canoodling with Parvati in the corner, Draco had decided that
he had had enough of people throwing them disgusted looks...so he took her
by the hand and lead her outside.

The air was cool against their faces as they stumbled out of the Tavern and
instantly took a detour to the side of it.
Parvati decided to take measures into her own hands, and pulled him by his
collar until she had backed herself up against the side of the Tavern wall,
and Draco was looming over her hungrily.

Draco felt a little uncomfortable for a second.
But only a for a second. After that, he bent his head down and ravished her
neck; trying to ignore the little niggling feeling he was getting in his
gut, telling him that something was a-miss.

Parvati dug her nails into Draco's black parker coat, and brought her left
leg up to his hip, already wanting to draw him closer. Her pants were coming
rapidly.
Draco smirked against her neck. There was nothing like knowing you were a
sex god...the benefits were endless.

'Granger would never pant in your ear...' A voice suddenly told him,
interrupting his train of thought as Parvati's breath was suddenly tickling
his lughole.

Draco closed his eyes, trying to mentally block out that nagging voice. In
the process, his hand had managed to travel to Parvati's breast, and gave it
an experimental squeeze.

"Oooh! Draco!" She moaned into his ear.

'A little over the top, don't you think?' Asked the voice, cutting
through his mental blockage. 'Granger would never do something like
that...she's not cheesy enough...'

Draco tried in vein to ignore the whispering voice, as Parvati's hand
traveled down to his crotch. She rubbed his erection slowly, whilst her
lips kissed him allover his face.

He put his forehead against the cold wall, trying with all his might to
concentrate on what she was doing to him.
...Hands slowly rubbing him...warm lips kissing him softly...a body with
full curves just waiting to be touched...

"Draco" She said, her voice whispering in his ear. "Look at me"

He slowly took his forehead from its resting place, and opened his eyes.
They widened.

So this is what he had to do to bring himself off, was it?
Imagine Granger standing there, instead of Patil?

Well...if you can't beat them...

Draco looked into those brown doughy eyes momentarily, before swooping down
and taking her lips into a hungry, passion filled kiss.
Everything about her was exactly as he had remembered;

The taste of those lips.
The hair entwining itself around his fingertips.
The curves of her body a perfect match for his own.

That leg that was still wrapped around his waist was suddenly pulling him in
closer.
He bucked.
She moaned.
He bucked again, coming into contact with her groin and hitting her sweet
spot enthusiastically.

She broke the kiss and threw her head back against the wall. He instantly
allowed his lips to feast on her neck, suddenly unable to get enough of her.

Everything that had happened today was gone in an instant.
Who needed arguments when you could just fuck and forget about it?
Who cared?
Right now, this was all that mattered.

"I want you so much" She moaned, her hands messing up his already roughened
hair.

Draco could only nod.
Just being in her presence was enough to make him want to ram into her with
so much force that it would probably kill her.

"You're mine" He told her possessively, pulling his head back again to look
into her eyes. He could feel her fingers delving for the zipper on his
jeans. "All mine"

She giggled.

Draco felt the air hit his genitals suddenly, but then felt the rush of
pleasure fill his senses as Granger boldly took his member into the palm of
her hands.
He gasped when he felt her experimentally stroke his cock, loving the way
her face held that smirk...an expression he had never seen her wear before.

Her hand began to move a little faster, feeling for the pace.
All Draco could do was grunt.
That, and get the feeling that something was wrong...after all, wasn't
Granger supposed to be an untouched virgin?

She cupped his balls with her other hand, and Draco's thought's flew out of
the window.
His breath was shaky and his pants were coming in gasps...for someone so
innocent, she knew what she was doing.

"Keep going" He told her in a whisper, feeling the end upon him before they
had even properly began. He hadn't realised the true nature of the force
that she really had over him...he was practically at her mercy.
He kissed her shoulder blade, nipping at it a few times as he felt his
ball-sack tighten.

"Jesus, Granger..."

And before he knew it, the hand was gone and he found himself being pushed
backwards onto the hard ground.

"Granger?!" She shrieked, sounding beyond furious. "I'm giving you a handjob
and you're thinking about GRANGER?!"

She laughed then.
"I knew it was too good to be true" She told him. "You're beyond insane, do
you know that Malfoy?"

He looked up at her, his alcohol-lust-addled brain only just registering the
situation.

She was not Granger.

'Bullocks'

"You've got it bad" She told him maliciously. "I wonder what people at
school would say?" She asked him, scraping her hair back into a neat pony
tale, looking down at him like he was shit on her shoe. "Wonder what they
would think when they find out that Draco-I'm fucking Pureblood so fuck
off-Malfoy had actually fallen for a ... what do you call her? ... a
Mudblood?"

Draco scowled.
"I haven't fallen for her" He told her.

She didn't even look at him.
She shook her head and laughed as she walked away, leaving him there in the
middle of the sidestreet.

"That happened along time ago"

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He opened her door a crack, to see the room in complete darkness.
God only knew how he had managed to drag himself up from the dirty Muggle
alleyway that Parvati had left him down...but his sense of direction seemed
to be spot on, because now he was looking straight at Granger's darkened
bed.

He went to turn around and walk back into his own room when the bedside
light suddenly switched on.

He closed his eyes and cursed silently.

"So you decided to show your face, did you?" Her voice came traveling over,
sounding cold and distant...with a slight twinge of hurt, if he wasn't
mistaken.

He kept his back to her.
"I needed some air" It wasn't really a lie. He did need the air, but for the
reason that he thought he would probably go ape shit and kill something if
he didn't leave the house.

"What?" She asked him, her voice now taking on a sarcastic tone. "almost
thirteen hours of it?"

Draco decided to ignore that comment.
"I'm going to bed" He made to walk out of the doorway.

"Find anything interesting inside my letter?"

He stopped dead.
Trust Granger to be as blunt as a Medi-witches operating knife.

"No" He told her defiantly, and walked back out of the door and into his own
room, leaving her sitting on the bed somewhere behind him.

He had barely shut his own door and flung his coat onto a vacated computer
seat when she came hurtling in; red faced with her 'bed' hair springing from
her head, giving her an eccentric look.

"Don't walk away from this" She accused him, shutting the door behind her
and glaring at him. "You had no right to read my letter! It was private, and
if I wanted you to know what it was about, then-"

"Then what?" He asked her curiously, his eyes looking directly into hers.
"You would have sat me down over tea and toast and told me?"

Hermione glared at him. Then she looked at him inquisitively for a few
moments.
"Are you drunk?"

"I was" He said blankly.
The conversation they were about to have had actually made him want to sober
up to the point where he wasn't even sure he had touched any alcohol.
"But that's not the point" He told her coolly. "You would never have told me
about that letter, because for some reason you see the need to protect that
stupid little twat-"

"He's my friend, Malfoy!" She told him, her voice going higher with every
word. "He did apologise, and-"

"-And because you're in love with the stupid bastard, you don't see the need
in sounding the alarm, right?" He asked her snidely, shaking his head and
sitting down on his tiny little bed.

Hermione felt scolded.
"In love with him? What gave you that idea?" She asked him, seeing him put
his head in his hands.

"Oh, come off it" He said with a sarcastic laugh. "You two have been dying
to shag each other since fourth year!"

"What, you mean while you were off shagging Pansy and Parvati?" She said
spitefully, pointing an accusing finger at him. "Forgive me if I'm wrong
Draco, but at the end of the day, I'm not the one with the wondering
eyes"

Draco felt a pang of guilt at those words.
After what had happened tonight, if Granger ever found out then she would
probably never talk to him again...

"And you still have them now" She said accusingly.

Draco looked up at her curiously, wondering exactly what or whom she could
be talking about.
He frowned.

She glared.
"I know about the letters you've been getting from Parvati" She announced,
the words slipping from her tongue like acid. "I'm not stupid, I know
what's-"

"Parvati?" He asked her.
Since when had he gotten any letters from-...oh...
"No, that was Pansy-"

Hermione laughed mercilessly.
"Oh, so you have them both wrapped around your little finger, do you?"

Shit.
Talk about a way to make a situation worse. But he would be damned if he
told Granger about Pansy. He was loyal enough to keep a secret when he knew
it was best kept that way.

He studied her silently for a moment, wondering what her next plan of attack
would be.
None came. She seemed to be waiting for him to make the next move.

So he did.
"So you've been reading my letters, too?"

She faltered for a moment, looking for something to day.
"Well I guess that means we're both really fucked up in the head"

"Pansy is a mate-"

"Ha!" Hermione laughed fakely. "What, between shagging her and then dumping
her the day after?"

Draco glared at her, his eyes set in stone.
Fuck it.
If things needed to be said, then they might as well be put out into the open
while they were both angry enough to do it.

"It's none of your business who I talk to-"

"And it's-" Hermione tried to butt in, but he stepped over her.

"-At the end of the day, you came to me and told me you wanted friendship
and nothing more-"

She opened her mouth to speak yet again, but he stopped her.

"-So why are you being so defensive? Why are you being so jealous about a
letter I've gotten from a friend?"

Hermione closed her mouth and kept it that way.
She was at a loss.

"You're not wrong in thinking that I'm jealous" He told her casually, as if
it was everyday normality to be speaking to her this way. He stood up from
the bed, and found himself only a few short steps away from her.
"But I'm allowed to be, because I've not said anything to you about just
being friends..."

Hermione frowned for a moment, mulling over his words.
Then her eyes opened wider, as the realisation dawned on her.
"You said you felt the same"

Draco shook his head.
"No, I agreed to what you were saying...I went along with it because I
thought it would be simpler-"

"Stop it" She told him suddenly, folding her arms over her chest, suddenly
becoming chilly in her pajama tanktop. "You can't confuse me like this"

Draco raised an eyebrow inquisitively.
"I've been confusing you?"

Hermione nodded, looking down at the floor and not meeting his eye.
"I can't understand you" She told him quietly. "One day you're good with me,
and the next minute you're all secretive and distant...I thought it would be
better for both of us if we just stayed-"

"Friends?" He asked her calmly. "Have we ever really been friends?"

Hermione's eyes slowly lifted up to his.
He thought he saw a strange emotion pass through them, something that was
in between hurt and rejection...but as soon as it was there, it was gone
again.

"If we were friends, we wouldn't be having this conversation. And I
certainly wouldn't be lusting after you like that Weasley twat" He told her
defiantly.

Hermione's face was suddenly set in stone.
"That's different" She answered angrily. "I've known Ron for years, and I
know he would never deliberately-"

"Rape you?"

Hermione gasped at the harsh word.
Was that really what he had compared it to?

"What is your problem, Malfoy?" she asked him suddenly, gaining some kind of
courage from some where. She slowly stepped towards him, realising that this
was the only way to play his game; cruelty.
"Are you pissed off about the fact that Ron almost got in there before you
did?"

Draco looked as if he were about to spit venom.

"That's all its about, isn't it?" She asked him angrily. "And here I was
thinking you could actually change...when really, all you want to do is get
into my knickers. You are such a liar, Malfoy...you spin a web of lies that
try and make you out to be a better person, and you're not."

Draco decreased the gap on them both, looking down at her with fire blazing
in his eyes.
It wasn't that passionate fire...it was something else that Hermione
recognised instantly; The other Malfoy was back.

"If I was a liar" He said slowly, his voice almost at a whisper. "If I was
such a fucking master at deception" He leaned his face down, so his nose was
now inches from hers. "Then I would be standing here denying my feelings"

Hermione continued to stare into those gray pools for what seemed like
hours.
Then she decided to test the waters.

"I don't believe you" She told him casually, seeing his eyes crease into
angry slits.

He backed away from her, laughing to himself.
What the hell was going on here? Since when did Granger pull the strings?

Well, you know what?
Fuck it.
Let her have it. Let her see it all in all its glory, and then she could
tell him whether he was lying or not.

"I went into a small bar tonight" He told her, getting onto the bed and
lying down on it casually, folding his arms behind his head. "Plenty of
people in there, and the ale was flowing" He closed his eyes. "Anyway, to
cut a long story short, I happened to bump into Finnigan and the Patil
twins"

Hermione gave out a sarcastic laugh.
But for some reason, she really felt like she wasn't going to like what she
was going to hear.

"The conversation was pleasant" He continued, as if telling an everyday
story. "And then Finnigan and the other twin disappeared, until it was just
me and Parvati" Draco hesitantly opened one eye, to find Granger reacting in
the way that he thought she would; by turning her back on him and going
towards the closed door.

"We were drunk, and decided to go outside" He heard he doorknob rattle. "We
almost shagged, Granger" He said in almost a whisper, as if remembering it.

He heard Hermione voice her disgust.
"I don't need to hear this, Malfoy" She said quietly. "What you do with
anyone is none of my business-"

"But she pushed me away when she realised that it wasn't her I was thinking
about"

"Oh, got Pansy on the brain, have you?" She asked him scornfully, creaking
the doorknob again.

"No" He told her, almost holding his breath. "It's you, actually"

He heard the doorknob grow silent.
He wasn't sure if she was still actually in the room or not, because he
couldn't hear anything-

The floorboard creaked.
He opened his eyes to find her still standing by the doorway, the door half
open and a look of confusion on her face.
Obviously she seemed to be having a hard time realising what he had said to
her.

Maybe it was time to let her know exactly what had happened...
He got up from the bed again and made his way over to her slowly, without
saying a word. She didn't move, and he didn't expect her to.
Once they were face to face, he gave her a little smirk before leaning
forward.

Hermione held her breath, waiting for his lips to come crashing into hers.
They never came.
Instead, she felt his arm slip past her shoulder and then heard the door
click back shut.

"What's the matter, Granger?" He asked her, still smirking. "Were you
expecting me to do something different?"

Hermione just stared at him.
It was almost two in the morning and they were having a conversation about
god knows what that happened god knows when...maybe her brain was fucked,
because she definitely needed some sleep.

"Do you want me to tell you what happened, Granger?" He asked her, his voice
sounding a little harsh. "Do you want me to tell you why you stopped me from
getting a guaranteed shag?"

Hermione glared at him.
"You're a pig, Malfoy"

As soon as she had said this, she automatically wished she hadn't.
For some reason, those words had turned Draco into an animal, and no sooner
had the words left her mouth, did she find herself being propelled backwards
until her back was firmly pressed against the petal-covered wall just beside
the door.
Both of Malfoy's arms were on each side of her head, trapping her as his
face was now inches from her own, his hot breath against her cheeks.

"Listen to me" He told her sternly, his eyes boring into hers and not
letting her break contact. "I thought I could get a shag out of her so I
could get away from you" Hermione's eyes widened in shock at his words. "I'm
not lying to you or myself anymore, Granger" he told her, his eyes taking
the chance to glance down at her lips. "I closed my eyes for one second with
Parvati tonight, and as soon as I opened them, there you were"

Hermione closed her eyes slowly, swallowing hard.
She was not used to situations like this. They never happened to her.

"All the time I was stood there... my lips against her neck, my groans
swallowed by her mouth, my cock grinding against her groin ...all that time
Granger, and all I could think about was you" He told her truthfully, one of
his hands now coming up to stroke her cheek experimentally, his thumb
tracing the outline of the bone. "You drive me crazy in the worst possible
way, and it's getting to the point where I'm feeling the need to just push
you down onto the nearest surface and take you"

Hermione's eyes opened again, and to Draco's surprise he could see a
different sort of fire in her eyes to the one he was used to; the annoyed
one that meant she was losing her patience.
No, this fire bore the markings of a woman realising exactly how words could
really effect her.

"Don't get me wrong, Luv" He continued, still studying her eyes with the
same amount of passion. "I wouldn't do it"

Hermione's eyes momentarily held a flicker of disappointment.
Draco couldn't help but smirk at that.

"I'd let you make the first move"

His thumb was still stroking her cheek, running small circles over it. He
could feel her gradually leaning into his touch.

"Will you make the first move, Hermione?"

She looked directly into his eyes when he spoke her true name.
It wasn't said in a mocking tone, as it usually was. But instead, he was
asking her to do something for him...a request.

And she knew she wouldn't be able to resist.

Her lips were upon his as soon as the sentence had escaped his mouth.
She knew they shouldn't be doing this, because at this moment in time
neither of them knew whether their passion was fueled by passion or
forgiveness.

Passion; something that had longed for since their first taste.

Forgiveness; something they had longed for since they first met.

Draco's hands slowly wound themselves into her hair, and just like the last
time their bodies had met in this way, he drew closer to her until they were
touching almost intermediately.
Hermione's hands had shot out from her side to explore his chest as she had
done only a few weeks ago, as his tongue entwined with hers and seemed to be
everywhere at once.

This was not a Ron Weasley kiss.
This was a kiss that held no limit, and always held the element of surprise.
This was why she knew that kissing Ron was wrong.

She felt his hands slowly make their way down to the sides of her shirt, and
then she felt him kneading the skin of her top of her hips as his hands
slipped past the fabric.

She was on fire.
He was soaring.

As the kiss became more heated, Hermione grabbed at the collar on his shirt
and tried to pull him closer. Draco responded by drawing their bodies far
more intimately than before, and his right arm came out to grasp the
underneath of her knee and hoist it up over his hip as he had done the last
time.

Hermione found herself relishing the feeling of Malfoy's groin pressed so
intimately in between her thighs.
She had remembered him doing this last time, only this time if felt as if he
were even closer to her.

Draco broke the kiss and started ravishing her neck, breathing heavily.
"We can't do this here; not like this" he told her in between licking his way
from her earlobe to her collarbone.

All Hermione could do was pant.

"I don't trust myself around you" He continued, nipping at the nape of her
neck. "If we carry on like this, then I'm not going to be able to stop
myself"

Hermione appeared to have heard enough.
Without saying a word, she pushed Draco away from her, making him stumble
for the second time that night.
But instead of looking at her to find her angry or disgruntled, he found her
making her way towards him and pushing him further away, until the back of
his knees hit something and he found himself falling back onto the bed.

She was on him in an instant; in much the same position as she had been this
morning.
She brought her face down, close enough for him to see the fire in her eyes.
"You're not doing this to me again" She told him through gritted teeth.
"We've messed around with each other too much, and I'm getting sick and tired
of it. You either want me, or you don-"

She didn't have time to finish her sentence.
Draco flipped them over on the tiny bed, so that she now lay completely
underneath him with her legs on either side of his waist.

He smirked at her.
"Who knew the little Gryffindor could be such a tease?"

Hermione blinked at him for a few moments.
"I'm not" She told him defiantly, only just realising the position they now
lay in. "But since you've told me what you want, I thought it would only be
fair to participate"

Draco gave a small chuckle. But straight after, he was all business.
"I don't want some ten minute shag in the bedroom the size of a broom
closet" He told her honestly, his fingers reaching out to play with the hair
that was fanned out over the pillow beneath her. "I've done that so often
that it starts to get boring"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

Draco got her attention back by moving his hips against hers purposely.
She hissed, not expecting the contact to be so intimate.

"If we do this, then we do this right" he told her. "I'm aware of
your...err...virgin state" he said delicately, earning a small glare from
her. "So if this happens, then it happens when you feel ready-"

"But I am-"

Draco hushed her with his finger on her lips.
She was never going to understand what he was trying to say...unless...

Hermione watched Draco's expression become tense, and his eyes darkened with
passion.
He bent his head down and kissed the tip of her nose, before devouring her
mouth in an erotic kiss that made her toes curl with excitement, and a dull
ache appeared between her legs.

He pulled away slowly, his lips still touching hers.
"I'll show you" He told her, slowly grinding his hips against hers.

Hermione bit her lip as a moan wanted to escape her lips.
From this position she could feel everything, almost as if her sweet spot
were more tender.

She felt Malfoy's hands travel south very slowly...and then noticed that his
lips seemed to be doing the same down her neck, until they stopped just
above the little bit of cleavage that was now showing over her shirt.

"What are you doing?" She asked him curiously, closing her eyes and biting
her lip again when she felt him kiss the tops of both her mounds.

Draco looked up at her, and there was no grin on his face.
He looked serious, as if he were wrestling with his feelings.

"I'm going to show you that you're not ready for this"

And then she felt him slide down the zipper on her jeans.
She would have paid more attention, but Malfoy had chosen the same moment to
use his other hand to undo the first two buttons to her shirt, so that there
were more of her breasts now on view to him.

Draco looked at her momentarily, silently asking for the go ahead.
Hermione said nothing.
She didn't need to.
Her breasts were fine now. For some reason, they had stopped producing
milk...but that must have been some sort of spell that one of the teachers
had done for the task.

All those thoughts flew out of her brain when she felt Malfoy's silky lips
kiss her left breast.
Tenderly, as if he were still asking permission.
She thought she would have felt more embarrassment when he slowly pulled the
front of her bra down to expose both breasts, including her nipples. But she
didn't care, she just felt the need to be touched.

Draco realised that she didn't even know that he had undone both her zipper
and her top button, and was now well on his way to pushing the top of her
pants down slowly.
What he also realised what how absolutely fantastically gorgeous she looked
when her cheeks were flushed and her breathing was heavy.
He couldn't help the smile that had passed his lips when he saw her breasts
for the first time. Huge mounds of flesh and tempted him to the point of
distraction.
He blew experimentally on one of the rosy nipples.

"Oh..." She whispered, closing her eyes and throwing her head back.
Just like he had imagined she would.

He took this to his advantage and went back to work on her neck, meanwhile
his body had moved off of her and to the side, so he could get better access
to push down her pants a little further.
She hadn't even realised his tactic, for as he moved away from her, he used
his vacated hand and lightly reached out and let his fingers roll over her
nipple slowly, with a feather-like touch.

"Shit..." She croaked, clenching her teeth.

Draco smirked against her collarbone.
As his finger rolled around her nipple, he found that his other hand was
currently holding him half on top of her.
What a predicament...and those pants really needed to be taken down a little
more...
He grinned to himself, and then set about his task.

Hermione shuddered when his lips left her neck.
It was funny how such a simple task could elicit such passionate thoughts.
She knew what she wanted right now, and it came wrapped in a parcel that
looked a lot like Malfoy.
She couldn't think coherently however, when she suddenly felt something wet
stroking her nipple.

"Malfoy!" She almost screamed, opening her eyes wide and looking at him.
He didn't say anything as his tongue held itself suspended on her nipple,
but grinned and devoured as much of her breast as he could into his mouth.

Hermione realised she couldn't take it.
She put her hands over her face and held her breath. She knew there was
something building up inside of her, waiting to be realised, but she wasn't
certain if she would ever be able to release it.

Draco had successfully been able to free one hand, and was currently pushing
her pants down inch by inch, so by the time they were at the bottom of her
feet, she hadn't even realised.
He left her breasts then, - and thought he could hear Granger moaning at the
loss of contact - and pushed himself further down the bed until he could
pull the jeans easily off of her feet.

Hermione stared at him, dumbfounded.
How the hell had he managed to do that?

"I'm good at what I do" He told her with a shrug, before casting the
offending garments away and prowling his way up her body, casting a
lingering look at her creamy-pale legs, before settling in between them.

Hermione gasped.
NOW she could feel almost everything.
And the pair of them were only separated by her underwear, and his pants.

He kissed her on the tip of her nose again, his eyes looking into hers with
so much passion that she felt dizzy.

Draco could hardly bare it.
Doing all of this was killing him in the best possible way. Kissing her like
that, and now being in between the one place he had longed for, for what
seemed like forever...it was killing him slowly.
If she gave him a sign that showed she was ready, then he would accept it in
a heartbeat.
But he knew that he would not get that sign for a while, yet.

"I'm going to prove to you that you're not ready to take such a big step,
yet" He told her, emphasizing on the 'yet' part.

"How do you know I'm not ready?" She asked him, her hands rubbing circles on
his shoulders.

Draco smirked at her.
"I'll let you know when you are"

And then he kissed her again.
It wasn't harsh, and it wasn't feathery, either. It was a kiss that told her
that he would wait.
Wait for her.

But it didn't really suite Hermione right now, because she suddenly felt hot
and bothered, and couldn't think of a way to help her out of her
predicament.

Luckily for her, Draco knew exactly what she needed.
She felt his weight shift again so that he was in the same position as
before; lying just to the side of her on the bed, his forearm bearing his
weight.

He continued to kiss her as his free hand began to wonder down her body.
Stopping at her breasts to pinch her nipples erotically, making her groan.
Stopping at her abdomen to rub his palm against it, feeling the warmth of
her skin through his fingertips.
Stopping his hand dead just above the hem of her underwear.

He stopped kissing and looked into her eyes.
"Say the words and it's stopped, Granger" He told her in a whisper, offering
her a way out.

She could see it in his eyes;
He didn't want to stop, but he was giving her the choice.
That was something Ron had never done.

"Show me" Were her only words, her eyes blazing into his.

Draco gave her a small smile, before bringing his forehead against hers and
closing his eyes.
Slowly, his fingers lifted the waistband of her plain white underwear and
then disappeared inside.

For a moment Hermione could only feel them traveling, feel them getting
closer to her center.
Until-

"Oh my god!" She shouted, her eyes growing wide as she clamped her legs
shut.

Draco couldn't help but laugh.
"Shhh" He told her through his laughter. "Don't wake up the whole house!"

Hermione looked at him wildly.
"What did you do?" She asked him.

"This" Draco told her with a grin, and did it again.

"Shit!" She shouted, even louder this time.

Draco shook his head and told her to keep her voice down.
"Get used to it, first" He told her. "Just relax into it...feel for the
rhythm of it..."

Hermione tried to relax, knowing that he was about to touch her there again.

Draco went slowly this time, putting the pad of his index finger onto her
clitoris. He kept it still for a few moments, watching Granger's face slowly
shift from shock to curiosity. Then he slowly stroked the little nub a few
times, watching gleefully as her face contorted.
Well, at least this time she was being quiet.

Draco began to stroke a little faster each time, noticing the way Hermione's
brow seemed to be creased in concentration. As his index finger gently
stroked her clit, his forefinger slowly made its way down to her closed
entrance, searching for a sign...

There was nothing there.
Obviously he wasn't working hard enough.
With this in mind, Draco slowly added his thumb to his index finger, and
made a light pinching sensation on Hermione's weak spot.

She groaned, her arms stretching out to grab the quilt on the mattress and
prying it from the corners of the bed.
Her legs were slowly opening again, and Draco knew it would be long before
she was writhing underneath the mensurations of his hand.

"Do you want more?" he asked her in a whisper.

All she could do was nod, too busy feeling the throb between her legs
building.

Draco's pace began to quicken, as his fingers moved more vigorously back and
to.
He was surprised by the way she had taken to it so well, considering she was
a little nervous and jumpy at first.
One of her hands suddenly came down on his own, separated by the panties
that were now finally becoming wet.

Her eyes opened and she looked at him.
He knew what she was saying to him.
She needed something more.

But that was the problem for Draco.
He knew that if he gave her what she wanted, then she would soon realise
that she wasn't ready, and then all of this would be gone.

"Need more" she told him through heavy pants. She knew where she needed to
be touched, but she wasn't sure how to go about asking...she didn't really
know what was going on in that area...

Draco snapped.
It was almost as if she were begging him for it.
And Granger never needed to beg him for anything.
Maybe she did need to realise it all for herself, after all.

He nodded slowly, and then allowed his forefinger to travel down to her
opening.
Slowly, he pushed past her first set of silky, wet lips.
Not a problem.
Then he came to a small passage way, which seemed to tighten upon the entry
of his finger.
He stopped for a second and slowly stroked his thumb over her clit, making
her momentarily forget about the little invasion he was making to her body.
When he thought she was distracted enough, he quickly pushed his finger in
fully, and instantly felt her muscles contract around it.

"Ouch!" She squealed, grimacing.

Draco instantly extracted his finger and began stroking her clit again.

"See" he whispered to her, bending down and kissing her lips soothingly.
"That's why you're not ready"

He made to pull his hand away from her, but her own kept him there.
He looked up at her curiously.

"I need something" She told him quietly, sounding embarrassed. "It won't go
away"

Draco understood perfectly.
How rude to even consider pulling away without finishing what he had
started?

He nodded with a smirk.
Bending down to her ear, he whispered; "Hang on"

And his fingers were rhythmically stroking her clit again.
Far from being gentle like he was before, Hermione found herself holding
back loud moans as his expert hands showed her things that she never knew
you could do to a female body.
He never ventured down to her opening, although once or twice Hermione
really wanted him to, because she got the instinct of wanting to be
filled...as if the thrill of him stroking her wasn't enough.

Draco watched her face contort with so many emotions that he was finding it
difficult to look at her without wanting to crawl on top of her and bury
himself to the hilt.
His expert knowledge in the art of female masturbation was out in full
throttle, and he was making sure that she could feel the full effects of it.

"Do you like that?" He asked her, whispering in her ear.

"Yessss..." She hissed, her hips bucking up experimentally towards his
fingers.

"Will you do something for me?" He asked her, a smirk on his lips.

He felt her nod.

Draco decided to quicken the pace again, and felt the full effects of his
actions when her pussy became wetter than ever.
He could tell she was close. Her breathing was erratic and her hips were
bucking more than they were previously.

"I want you to say my name" He told her, his voice filled with passion.

Hermione wasn't too sure how to take this.
When was she supposed to say his name?
How was she supposed to say his name?

"Er...Malfoy?" She said, and his fingers worked her faster. "Shit!"

Draco chuckled.
"No...I want you to say it when you come"

"Wh...what?" She asked him, feeling his fingers stroking both her clit and
her lips now, sending delightful tingles shooting through her body.

"I want you to say my name when you come" He repeated. "You'll feel it
soon..." His voice was quiet and erotic, and it was bringing Hermione out in
a sweat. "It'll start in the pit of your stomach...and it'll make its way
through your body until you can't take it anymore..."

Hermione's breathing was coming in pants now.
She could feel it.
She could feel it in the pit of her stomach, just like he had told her.

"...And then I want you to say it, Granger" he told her, nipping her ear. "I
want you to say my name"

She could feel it spreading.
She didn't know what it was, but she was aware that she wanted it more than
anything.

"What's my name?"

Hermione panted, her body beginning to quiver slightly.
Malfoy's hand was going so fast that her hips couldn't keep up.

"Malfoy"

Draco smirked. He knew it was beginning.

"What's my name?" He repeated.

His fingers kept working their magic, her clit throbbing in need.
Her toes were curling.
Her belly felt like it was on fire, as an incredible sensation was about to
wreak havoc upon her body.

"Malfoy!"

Draco bit his lip as he watched Hermione Granger orgasm for the very first
time in her life.

"What's my name?"

The tips of his fingers worked on overtime. She crashed.
The burning sensation had taken her, she was completely powerless.
It had wormed its way through her body, and all she could feel was the
overwhelming sensation that felt like she was walking on air; free from life
and expectation.

"Draco" She said quietly, breathing so hard now that her breasts were
rising and falling.

For him, nothing had ever been more satisfying.



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A/N

Ok, i should let you know that i tried my best with this chapter, and i tried to get the right balance...sorry if it was angsty or *shockgasphorror!* a little mushy....
I just hope you won't kill me for letting you all know that I plan on taking my time with the sex.

I actually got the idea from a true story of a friend of mine.
Her (now ex) boyfriend took it one stage at a time with her and by the end she was...well...as ready as anyone can be lmao!

LukaBlack:
I hope to god i have almost converted you!!
I love it when i get messages like this, because it makes me feel like im doing something worth while :-)

Samantha:
I wouldn't worry, i have people email me and let me know that at first they thought my fic was going to be lame and then they are surprised.
I have to know though;

Is it the story name or the blurb (summary) that makes it off putting??? (because obviously improvements have to be needed if this keeps reaccuring lol)


Also, i have a question for everyone.

I post this story on FF.Net, too.
Recently ive have two reviewers who have said that they are getting bored because the sex isnt there yet...
Does everyone else feel the same?

I only ask because it really pissed me off to think that there are some people reading this purely for the sex...but smut isnt what the story is about, its about telling a story as close to Hermione/Draco as i can get it...
i guess it just bothered me, and I would just like to know everyone elses' opinions.

Anyway, THANKYOU once again for the reviews, you have no idea how overjoyed i am about the fact that this fic is going down so well!!!!


P.S - I won't be posting for two weeks now because im on my holidays (to tunisia) and i plan on doing nothing but eating and sunbathing lmao!


Again,if you want updates then leave your email addy and i will get in contact with you!!

thanks again!!
xxx