It Had To Be You

Story Begun – 12/26/04

Chapter three begun – 1/2/05
Chapter three completed – 1/5/05

OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: I do not own (unfortunately) any Harry Potter Characters, trains, buildings, etc. That honor is JKR’s.

A/N: Run along now and go grab a blow pop and settle in for a sinfully sweet treat! I can’t wait to hear what you think!

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Ch 3 – SWEET CHERRY BLOW POP KISSES

Draco strode down the dark corridors of Hogwarts with a grin on his face.

Try as hard as he had these past few days, he could no longer deny it – grudgingly he accepted the idea…he was in a good mood.

Draco thought about it as he continued on, trying to place what exactly was the feeling that had settled in his chest as of late. It was unfamiliar…it was refreshing…it made him feel nice…

Draco finally came to the unsettling conclusion, he was happy.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest at the very thought and the grin that has graced his features grew just a bit wider.

It was an odd state of affairs to be certain, Draco Malfoy - happy?

‘HA!’ his mind chided, as if the very idea of happiness was ludicrous. Immediately his heart thudded against his chest in response and in protest, ‘En Garde!’ it challenged, commanding and willing that his body listen to it, as the duel between what he thought he should do, and what he wanted to do began.

In this contest he was not sure which part of him would reign victorious. He was however, more than a little surprised upon deciding it may not be sooo bad if his heart won.

But that would remain to be seen.

His thoughts were wandering back over the past few days, contemplating on how he had gotten into this curious position, when he heard it.

The sound of someone singing faintly far off, from one of the hallways.

Cocking his head to listen and deciding on a direction, he pivoted on his heel and headed off to see who it was. He searched for a few minutes, every so often stopping to listen. Each time, just as he was about to turn back, he would hear it again, softly, just a hint carried on the breeze urging him to continue on.

Finally, Draco could hear footsteps along with the occasional muted words drifting to his ears. They grew steadily louder and louder.

He could make out the words clearly now, he thought he knew that voice.

Turning a sharp corner, Draco stopped; catching his breath – his eyes raking over the view before him…

----- Flashback -----

It was their first day back at school as Draco stood with Hermione in the center of what was to be their home for the duration of their final year at Hogwarts, the Head Dorms.

Draco had been mildly surprised. It was a grander suite of rooms than he had imagined, not nearly as nice as his own wing at Malfoy Manor, but exceeding his expectations nonetheless.

He had been pleased.

Then there was Hermione.

If you had been standing with him, watching her, and turned to ask if he thought she looked happy at that moment, he would have deemed you insane.

For Miss Hermione Granger was beyond happy.

Hermione had moved right past happy, giddy, chipper, blissful, and all the other sickeningly sweet and sentimental emotions he typically associated with her, into what Draco surmised was a full-blown state of euphoria.

If someone had plunked an arrow through her heart right then and there, he was sure she would have died contented and not wanting for a thing more in life than to be standing where she was at that very moment, as Head Girl of Hogwarts, in the Head Dorms.

Draco watched her cautiously, inching his way closer, ready to catch her should she fall. For he wasn’t at all certain if she would remain conscious long enough to get the full tour of the dorms, seeing as how she appeared to be nearly swooning from sheer, rapturous delight.

He had to shake his head in wry amusement as he kept a wary eye on her while Dumbledore gave them a quick go round of the rooms.

Hermione was glowing with excitement. He could literally see it, the happiness radiating out from her spirit, out of every pore of her skin.

It was intriguing.

It was alluring.

And, as much as he fought it, it was contagious.

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Finally Dumbledore left them and Draco split from Hermione in the common room below to go and settle into his bedroom.

He was surprised to find a gift from Hermione waiting for him.

It was a small, leather bound book that he discovered was – Draco cracked a grin and chuckled - a very detailed and regimented study calendar. It listed all his classes, gave explicit times allotted to studying for N.E.W.T.s and allowed (he had no idea how she got this information) time for his Quidditch practices as well.

Draco set it aside and shook his head. The little Gryffindor was ambitious and single minded that was for sure.

He waited a few minutes before going to her room to thank her. Besides, he wanted to see if Hermione had opened his gift yet. He had put quite a bit of thought into it and knew she would like it.

Draco decided he’d waited long enough and went to her room through their adjoining bathroom and froze.

There she was poised on the edge of her bed, her eyes swept closed, those pink, tempting lips open slightly, looking every bit the picture of innocence and sweetness, with his gift clutched tightly to her chest.

Draco found himself fighting all his impulses to swoop in and seduce Hermione then and there.

After all, Draco had told himself he would try to do the right thing and behave around Hermione.

But the battle between Draco and ‘doing the right thing’ was an old one. It was a vicious tug of war on his soul and it was tough on him, especially when it concerned something he wanted.

Draco found that battle fully engaged when Hermione looked up into his eyes, his pulse racing furiously when she bounded off the bed and thrust herself into his arms with that silly book pressed tightly between them.

He had found he was unable to resist those soft pink lips of hers, his resolve crumbling completely when she willingly wrapped her arms around him and moaned invitingly into his mouth, and oh LORD how good she tasted.

He decided he wanted to taste her much more thoroughly.

Draco had realized he wanted to kiss Hermione sometime last year when he found himself fantasizing about sucking and biting on that delectable bottom lip of hers as often as he watched her do just that; which was quite a bit.

He was finally beginning to give in to his impulses and enjoy having the sweet Miss Granger in his arms, when he was abruptly torn from her enticing embrace because of that, that Weasel and his incessant banging on her bedroom door.

The Weasel was banging on Hermione’s bedroom door.

Draco suddenly found himself becoming irrationally upset at that thought and even more upset as he realized that Hermione had given the password to their dorms to the Weasel.

Honestly, it was enough to set a poor bloke’s blood pressure boiling!

Draco’s anger deflated somewhat upon Hermione’s clever (and to his great annoyance), completely charming acknowledgement at his subtle declaration of friendship to her.

Damn her and her smarts and intuitiveness.

Nevertheless, he wanted to let his displeasure be known and stormed into his room where he proceeded to pace and let his anger stew and fester while he waited for Potter and the Weasel to leave.

The same thoughts kept assaulting his brain over and over: ‘What the BLOODY HELL was the Weasel doing banging on Hermione’s bedroom door? And WHY did she give him the private password to their dorm?’

Once he was assured everyone had left and that Hermione was alone, he cornered her in the common room and began his rantings.

For Hermione’s part, she sat quietly and patiently, every bit the proper lady, listening intently and never flinching once, as she took in Draco in all his blazing, glorious indignation with good-natured silence.

Her eyes never left his as he stalked back and forth in front of her, his words a rapid torrent of accusations mostly against Ron and his bloody boldness at charging into their dorm in the middle of the night.

He pressed her relentlessly to agree that from now on she would not give out THEIR PASSWORD to anyone, period.

He had told her that he wasn’t going to have any of the Slytherins running in and out of here, (Mainly because he didn’t trust the lot of them to be alone with Granger – the slippery, wily, charmers that they were.) And Draco expected that she not have any goody-goody Gryffindors flitting about trying to spread happiness and sunshine where it wasn’t wanted.

Draco had watched Hermione closely as he spoke, waiting to see signs of anger or annoyance at his staunch forbidding of anybody, especially Weasley, to enter their dorms and, incidentally – WHY exactly was Weasley thinking he could just saunter into her bedroom again?

Draco had decided not to argue about Potter also being with the Weasel. After all, Potter had his hands full with the fair Ginny. She was enough to keep him PLENTY busy.

Draco found himself surprised by Granger yet again, when instead of her seeming upset at his demands, he noticed that after about the third or fourth mention of the Weasel’s name her cheeks began to flush and her eyes, which had been so serious just moments before were now dancing and sparkling like mad.

‘WHY exactly did she all of a sudden seem so VERY amused?’ he thought irritably.

“Erm, Malfoy,” Hermione said finally, interrupting his thoughts.

Draco stopped dead and turned scowling down at her. “Yes?” he snapped, wondering why she didn’t seem the least bit intimidated by his scolding. In fact she seemed almost happy again?

“You are quite right of course about the password rule and I appreciate your, ah, zealous conviction to enforcing it.” A wide grin lit Hermione’s face momentarily before regaining a mostly impassive expression as she continued, “However, I didn’t think that it would be a problem to have my friends visit.”

Draco sighed raking a hand through his hair. “It’s not, I suppose, as long as they just visit.” His face darkening again at the thought of Weasley in her bedroom. “In the common room only,” he added as an after thought.

Hermione looked at him, her eyes sparkling. “Of course!” she agreed, her voice sounding downright cheerful as she rose from the couch. “I expect the same rules will apply to you as well,” she stated breezily, watching him closely and not continuing on until he nodded and grunted an answer. “Good,” she said brightly, “Then I know you won’t mind if they come to visit from time to time again, just as I expect you to have your friends here too.”

Draco pursed his lips and nodded, flopping down in a nearby chair feeling suddenly tired and still more than a little irked. “But don’t give them our password again. I value my privacy.”

Draco was startled when Hermione leaned over and placed a soft kiss to his cheek. “Alright,” she said and turned to climb the steps to her bedroom. At the top of the landing she cast her eyes down at him, he was still watching her.

“Draco,” her voice was soft, “that’s exactly what they are you know…” she paused, her cheeks pinking once more as she turned toward her bedroom door, her hand on the knob. And then, as if gathering her courage, she turned back and peered down at him again, “friends.”

With that she turned and retreated to her room.

Draco sat in silence in the quiet of the dorm room for quite some time after that, embracing the peacefulness and wondering why his stomach was all fluttery as Hermione’s words ran through his head over and over, \'That’s exactly what they are you know - friends.\' and he felt strangely comforted.

He wondered too about the strange feeling that began to settle into his chest. It was unfamiliar…it was refreshing…

--- End Flashback ---

Draco was closing in, turning another corner he could make out the words clearly now, he thought he knew that voice.

He smirked as he listened to the soft melodic singing, ‘Has to be a muggle song.’ he mused, ‘Only they would pen such sentiments to words and put them to lyrics.’


*IT HAD TO BE YOU...*
*IT HAD TO BE YOU...*
*I WANDERED AROUND AND FINALLY FOUND THE SOMEBODY WHO...*


Turning a sharp corner Draco stopped short, catching his breath – his eyes taking in every inch, every curve that begged to be caressed by his hand. Every sway and swish of that bloody short skirt revealing shapely legs…

“Oh Merlin,” Draco groaned as his eyes traveled up further - ’Granger, it’s Granger.’

Of course it was, he knew that already.

Hermione’s eyes were closed. Her curls, lit to a soft golden brown by the firelight, were flying about making an alluring halo that framed her face. Her head was tilted invitingly to the side as she sung happily strolling along, without a care in the world.

‘What is she THINKING?’ Draco fumed, suddenly very upset with Hermione. ‘Wandering around these dark passageways, looking the way she does? And with her eyes closed!\'

Draco’s own eyes narrowed deviously. “One could just pounce on someone as unsuspecting as she,” he breathed softly, deciding to teach the ‘too confident’ Head Girl a lesson as he sunk into the shadows unseen, awaiting his luscious prey.

Hermione was in a wonderful mood. It was Friday night and the first week of school had gone great! She knew by the time she got back to their dorms after finishing patrol that Draco should be back from Quidditch practice and she was secretly hoping to spend a little time with him this evening.


*COULD MAKE ME BE TRUE...*
*COULD MAKE ME BE BLUE...*
*OR EVEN BE GLAD, JUST TO BE SAD, THINK-ING OF YOU...*


But the best part of the day thus far had come this morning in a care package from her parents, and she was currently savoring it joyously – ‘it’ being her favorite muggle candy – a Cherry Blow Pop.

Hermione sighed contentedly lolling the candy around her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around it, licking the outer shell, knowing her favorite part was still to come, the sweet bubble gum at the center.

She was almost upon him, when Draco finally saw what it was she was doing. \"Oh Lord save me,\" he moaned painfully.

Draco’s eyes were leaping with desire as he watched Granger - he gulped - suck on some kind of muggle candy. His throat suddenly became very dry and his groin tightened as he gazed transfixed at her tongue darting out and flicking around the candy.

His breath became heavy as he noticed that Hermione’s lips were stained deep red and his body began humming with the need to kiss her, RIGHT NOW.

‘Just a little closer…’ he waited until she was upon him and shot his arm out pulling her against him, one arm bracing the wall behind him and the other holding her arm tightly.

Hermione’s eyes shot open blazing with anger until she saw who her captor was. Immediately, the anger was replaced by a look of mild annoyance.


*SOME OTHERS I\'VE SEEN...*
*MIGHT NEVER BE MEAN...*
*MIGHT NEVER BE CROSS, OR TRY TO BE BOSS...*
*BUT THEY WOULDN\'T DO...*


“Draco Malfoy,” Hermione breathed, her face was pink with annoyance but her voice betrayed her, it was soft and gently chiding. “You of all people should know not to accost the Head Girl when she is on patrol.” Draco smirked and released her arm. “Hold this please,” she said, handing him her blow pop while fixing her skirt and straightening her shirt primly.

Draco looked at the candy held between his fingers and back at her lips as she retrieved it from him and replied, “Ten points from Slytherin for your naughty behavior.”

Draco groaned, she was going to kill him. “Naughty behavior?” he said in a hoarse voice, noticing how she was holding the candy so very close to her lips and peering at him with a raised eyebrow. “What is that, some kind of muggle candy?” he managed to croak out.

Hermione nodded, “It’s called a Blow Pop.”

Draco choked, “A, a Blow - Pop?” ‘She DID NOT just say that.’

“Mmmmhmmm.”

He wanted to ask VERY MUCH why precisely it was called a ‘Blow Pop’, but more urgently than that he wanted to see her eat that candy.

Draco would have given half of his inheritance at that moment to see her put that red pop into her mouth and torture him with her sweet lips.

“Eat it for me,” he commanded in a deep, husky voice, putting a firm hand on her waist and pushing her back against the wall.

“Whh – what?” she stuttered uncertainly.

“You heard me. I want to see you eat that candy…now.” His eyes were devouring her and she suddenly found it hard to breathe.

Hermione tutted, “Draco really, this is silly…”

“Hermione,” he said in a low, silky tone, “please.”

The sound of his voice sent shudders over her entire body and Hermione’s hand took the candy as if of its own accord to her lips and she began to suck on it, slowly, twirling it around and around and flicking it with her tongue.

Hermione’s eyes were riveted to Draco’s, she was completely spellbound by him.

Hermione found herself quite suddenly wanting that silly candy to be Draco’s tongue and began treating it as such, letting her lips linger on it just a bit longer than necessary, letting her tongue graze around the sweet orb, then taking it out of her mouth and licking the sweetness off her own lips before plunging it back into her mouth once more.

The only sound between them was Draco’s heavy breathing and her soft sucking and licking noises.

“BLOODY HELL, Granger,” he whispered. This had to be the sexiest thing he had EVER seen and the executor of his sweet torture was none other than the straitlaced and genteel Head Girl herself – Hermione Granger.

It was more than he could take.

“May I taste it?” he sighed, moving his face closer to hers.

Hermione nodded, hoping she would remember to breathe.

“What flavor is it?” he asked.

Hermione opened her mouth to respond and Draco took the advantage to swoop his mouth down onto hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth immediately and lustfully, again and again as he tilted her head, holding her face with one hand while the other fisted into her hair keeping her firmly in place.

Draco was kissing her in frenzied abandon, pushing Hermione harder into the cold wall and fitting his strong body firmly against hers.

Hermione’s breath hitched at the sweet intrusion, her fingers going lax as the candy slipped to the floor unnoticed and forgotten.

Slowly however, Hermione’s hands began moving on their own, gliding up and around Draco’s neck and grasping tightly at the crisp hairs there, her soft whimpers fueling his passion as she began kneading his shoulders and upper arms then straying lower to gently caress his sides and back.

She was surprised by her daring, but found the distance between them still too far and reached to the front of Draco’s robes yanking on them hard, pulling his body even closer to hers as she wrapped one leg around his waist.

He growled low in his chest at Hermione’s actions, snaking his arms around her waist and hauling her up hard against him, pressing his hips urgently into hers as his tongue licked and sucked on hers, following Hermione’s own motions from earlier, swirling his tongue around hers as if she were the candy, flicking and twisting it until she began moaning.

Draco was a man possessed, greedily devouring Hermione as if he was thirsty and dying and she was his miraculous life saving drink.

His hands roamed freely up and down Hermione’s sides and feeling her trembling with pleasure he boldly grasped her hips, fitting him against her perfectly and growing hard at the intimate contact. He grinned into their kiss upon hearing Hermione’s soft gasp followed by a breathy, little moan as she felt Draco’s erection grow even harder when she subconsciously began rubbing her belly against him.

Draco was still not satisfied, shifting his wanton exploration from Hermione’s hot mouth to her swollen lips, biting, pulling and sucking every bit of the flavor from her. He wasn’t sure at all any more, whether he was tasting the candy or Hermione, all he was focused on was how much he liked making her moan and pant against his mouth as she innocently, unknowingly encouraged him on.

Draco was almost beyond control, she tasted so fucking sweet. He was drowning in that sweetness and he didn’t want to come back up for anything.

Finally however, their bodies betrayed them and they broke apart shaking and needing air. Panting heavily they pulled back slightly, their eyes locked on each other.

Hermione broke the heated silence. “I – I would have been happy to let you have a taste from the Blow Pop directly,” she managed with a playful smile, between gasps.

Draco looked at her thoughtfully for a moment and grinned making her knees weak. “Ah well, I am new to these muggle customs. I think perhaps I may need a lesson or two, you know, just learn the finer points. Do you know of anyone who may be available to tutor me?”


*FOR NOBODY ELSE GAVE ME A THRILL...*
*FOR ALL YOUR FAULTS, I LOVE YOU STILL...*


Hermione’s eyes grew wide and sparkled as she grinned happily up at him. “Well, Mr. Malfoy as luck would have it, I happen to be a first-rate tutor!”

“Excellent,” he replied formally, standing tall and taking care to straighten Hermione’s skirt and shirt, lingering just a bit longer in some of the more favorable areas before offering her his arm. “I feel I am in need of an immediate session. Are you available?”

Hermione furrowed her brow in thought before finally replying, “Well, my schedule is rather full, but seeing as how I believe in everyone excelling in their studies, I think I can make time for you this evening.”


*IT HAD TO BE YOU...*
*WONDERFUL YOU...*


Draco graced her with a genuine, warm smile and she beamed back at him as they set off arm in arm toward their dorm.

They ‘studied’ well into the night and all through the weekend.

Draco informed Hermione sometime on Monday that he felt perhaps they should set up a regular ‘tutoring’ session.

Hermione wholeheartedly agreed.

Draco never did find out what flavor that Blow Pop was.

*IT HAD TO BE YOU...*

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Noteworthy: This chapter was inspired by one of my ALL TIME FAVORITE Fan Fict stories – “PINEAPPLE YUM, OH! OR COCONUT” by Persephone-Granger….KAT, if you’re listening…I’m waiting for your next chappie…

WELL OK, GAWL DO I JUST ADORE THIS CHAPTER!!!! AIN’T IT JUST SWEET? Do you likie? Does it make you wanna go out and buy a Blow Pop or two?

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