All About You

Draco and I ended up skiving off class for the rest of the day after the incident between him and Ron and Harry. Luckily, we were only missing Double Potions that afternoon, and what with Draco being Snape’s favorite student and all, it wasn’t too difficult to get out of class. Draco and I spent the day in bed, talking, snuggling and making love. The healing incantations I had performed on him had made the physical evidence disappear, but he was still feeling pretty sore afterwards. My problems were of the more emotional sort.

Before I had become involved with Draco, I’d never imagined that thoughts of Ron and Harry could have brought on such negative feelings. On that day, however, I was feeling extremely conflicted and after what I had witnessed between my lover and my best friends, I felt that I could go an awfully long time without seeing them again.

Although Ron had been the one to deliver most of the physical blows to Draco, I was very angry at Harry too. After all, he had just stood there and watched. He’d had his wand out, sure, but it was only to make sure that Draco was unable to hurt Ron back. Harry was supposed to be the hero of our time but at that time, he didn’t seem the least bit courageous to me.

At dinner time, Draco was asleep and I figured that he needed his rest so I decided to head to dinner on my own and bring him something back with me. I thought I’d better avoid Harry and Ron, as I was not ready for the confrontation that would surely occur. I decided that it was probably not such a good idea for the Head Girl to beat one or two of her fellow schoolmates to a bloody pulp or hex their faces off. I wasn’t so lucky as to avoid them, however.

Halfway between my dorm and the Great Hall, I felt someone shove me back into a dark alcove. I was prepared to scream my head off, but a hand came up and covered my mouth before I could utter a sound. Once I heard the voice of my captor, I knew immediately who it was.

“Hermione, what has he done to you? Does he have you under a spell? Is he threatening you?” My captor had begun to dig their fingers into my upper arms then and started shaking me roughly. “Or have you just lost all sense of reality?”

“Let me go this instant, Ronald! You had no right to hurt Draco that way, and you certainly have no right to hold me captive back in this corner!” At my indignant utterance, Ron’s fingers dug in deeper and he shook me even harder. I was actually beginning to fear him at this point and I did my best to try to wriggle out of his grasp.
“Let...Go…Of…Me,” I hissed. The more I struggled, the harder his grip became. I thought back to the incident with Anthony Goldstein in the library and wondered what would happen if Draco were to come across this little…situation… I had gotten into. He had hated Ron long before he had fallen in love with me, and I doubted he would take kindly to the bruises I knew I would have all over my arms when this was over.

“I will not let go of you until you admit that you do not love Malfoy and that you have simply gone temporarily insane. You know he isn’t capable of loving you anyways. Why are you being so protective of him? Besides, I never thought you capable of such silly, girly behavior.” Ron’s voice sounded strange, shaky and cold. Now that I think of it, he had sounded positively unstable.

“Well, Ron, guess what,” I spat at him. “First of all, I am a girl. Therefore, I engage in “girly” behavior. Secondly, you know nothing of our relationship. How can you say that he isn’t capable of loving me? Is what you are doing to me right now what you consider loving me? Because to me it seems borderline abusive!” Something snapped in Ron then, for he removed one of his hands from my arm and slapped me clear across the face. I probably could have gotten away from him then, but I was too shocked to move. I stood there in front of him, my hand touching the painful spot on my face where he had slapped me and I stared up at him, open-mouthed.

“Ron, wha-what-why did you hit me?” I sputtered. “How could you do that?” The longer I stood there, the more enraged I became. “Is violence really the best means you have to solve problems?” I asked him, angrily. “I know for a fact that your mother taught you better than this.” I tried to shove away from him then, but his bruising grip was back.

“I will not let you leave here thinking that you can just run off to Malfoy and be his little slut,” he said, quietly and coldly. Just then, we heard a rather shrill shriek which caused us both to jump and we whipped our heads around to see who had made such a noise.

“Pansy?” we said in unison.

“You really are a daft little slut, you know?” she said. “I happened to overhear what you and the Weasel here were talking about. At first, I thought I had heard wrong when I heard the Weasel say something about you and Draco.” She shook her head with disgust and I could see the ugly hatred in her eyes. “You are nothing but a filthy, disgusting, mudblood whore. Draco knows this better than anyone, so don’t kid yourself by thinking that he actually cares for you.”

Ron had loosened his grip on me slightly, but I was still too startled by Pansy’s sudden appearance and vehement speech to move away. He looked from Pansy to me, and then back to Pansy again.

“Pansy, I’d have to say that I agree with you wholeheartedly,” he said and stepped away from me and turning his gaze on me. “Hermione, you are acting like a little slut, and furthermore, you really are kidding yourself. Have some self-respect.”

At this point, I was feeling less surprised and startled and more enraged. “Self-respect? What the hell do either of you know about self-respect? Ron, if you did, you wouldn’t feel the need to resort to physical violence every time you turn around. And Pansy? Last I heard, most self-respecting girls would not choose to become the biggest slag in school.” I stepped closer to her. “And let me tell you something, Pansy,” I spat her name out like poison, “You don’t even know Draco, despite what you may believe. You know nothing.” Shouldering my way past them both, I left them standing in the dark alcove together, most assuredly plotting their revenge on Draco and me. I had lost my appetite so I just turned around and went back up to the Head Girl dorm.

Draco was still asleep when I slipped into my bedroom, and I ached to be held and reassured by him I crawled onto the bed and got under the covers, spooning Draco from behind. I placed little kisses on his neck and shoulder until I felt him begin to stir. He moaned, and turned over onto his other side, facing me.

“Hello, baby,” he crooned, stroking my hair. He looked into my eyes for a minute and then his soft expression turned into a frown. “What happened, Hermione?” he asked me softly, lightly touching the red spot on my cheek where Ron had slapped me. “Don’t bother trying to keep it from me. I can tell you’re upset.” I debated for a second whether I should tell him or not, but knew that I could hold nothing back from him any longer.


“Oh Draco, please don’t get all hysterical,” I started, “but I had a little incident with Ron and also with Pansy.” I felt him stiffen as soon as I mentioned Ron’s name and his hands completely froze on my hair and face when I mentioned Pansy.

“Which one of them left this mark on you?” he asked me, quietly, dangerously, while gently rubbing the mark on my face. I took a deep breath.

“It was Ron,” I told him, reluctantly as he jumped out of the bed, fists clenched. I watched him begin to pace the room angrily and then proceeded to tell him how Ron had cornered me on the way to the Great Hall, said some choice things to me, and how Pansy had overheard our little “conversation” and was now out for my blood, and probably Draco’s as well. I didn’t feel the need to tell him the details of everything that was said between the three of us, as it was pretty much redundant anyways: I was stupid; Draco would never love me; I was a mudblood slut, blah, blah, blah…

“I suppose Pansy will be owling my father soon,” he said thoughtfully, but not seeming upset exactly. He had only rolled his eyes when I had told him that Pansy was now aware of a relationship between us.

“What will happen to you?” I asked him, feeling quite concerned for him. I had had the “honor” of meeting Draco’s father a number of times, usually involving him trying to kill me or my friends and I was fully aware that the man had no conscious. I only hoped that he would be inclined to be less homicidal towards his own son.


“Don’t worry about me,” he told me. “I can handle Lucius.” He turned to me then, grasping my hands in his. “I need you to promise me that you’ll watch your step from now on,” he said in a fashion that left no room for arguing. “If Weasley can catch you unawares like that, then there’s no telling who else could have pulled you into a dark corridor.” I bristled a bit at the insinuation that I had been unmindful enough to allow myself to get into the situation in the first place. But I saw the raw fear and worry for me in his eyes and could deny him nothing. I kissed him softly. “Promise me,” he growled, his eyes suspiciously glassy.


“I promise Draco. I’ll be more careful in the future. He looked at me for a minute before nodding. I needed his touch then so I pulled him to me and he didn’t resist me. What started out as soft, brief little kisses turned into long, hot, open-mouthed kisses.

Draco pushed me back so that I was lying down on the bed, with him on top of me. I could already feel his need for me pressing against my thigh and I couldn’t help but moan at the way he felt against me. He unbuttoned my shirt and unsnapped my bra, kissing my throat and breasts. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips, trying to pull him as close to my body as possible. He growled into my chest and I felt his hands wander down, flipping up my skirt and sliding his fingers underneath the damp crotch of my knickers. I gasped his name as he pushed the crotch aside and slid two fingers inside my opening, making me writhe underneath him.

“Do you like that baby?” he asked me lustily, thrusting his fingers in and out of me.

“Ohh yesss, Draco!” I hissed, grinding my hips into his hand.

“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you Hermione? You can’t wait to for me to enter you, can you?”

“Baby please, I need you,” I begged him, panting, until finally, he obliged me, thrusting into me with a force that took my breath away.

We moaned and groaned together as we grinded together, neither able to get enough of the other. Draco had never taken me quite so fiercely before. I could feel his primal possessiveness of me, which in turn, made me even hotter for him. The friction of him inside me was incredible, and the words he whispered in my ear would have made me blush in any other circumstance. Right when we were both on the edge, he stopped abruptly and looked down at me, kissing my brow, my nose, my jaw and my lips.

“Do you love me?” he asked me, looking intensely into my eyes.

“I love you, Draco,” I answered, meaning what I said with my whole heart, body and soul. “With every fiber of my being.” I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him deeply, which was enough to cause him to plunge deeply into me then, sending us both into ecstasy. We clung to each other as we rode the waves of our passion, kissing desperately until our hearts and breaths slowed.


We lay tangled up together afterwards, until the growling of my stomach reminded me that neither of us had eaten since breakfast. I got out of bed and grabbed my robe before flooing the kitchen to request that some that some dinner be brought to the Head Girl’s room. In a matter of minutes, a tray of delicious smelling foods appeared on the table next to my bed and we both tucked in, ravenous after our lovemaking. After we ate, we cuddled up in the bed once more. Nestled safely in each other’s arms, we drifted off to sleep together.

I awoke in the middle of the night to find Draco standing in front of the window, staring out at the moon and stars. I gazed at his profile for a moment, and noticed the way the moonlight reflected off of his hair and pale skin. I lay just thinking about how wonderful and beautiful he was, but I could also tell that he was worrying about something.

I slipped out of bed and went to stand behind him, placing my arms around his waist and resting my forehead on his back, between his shoulder blades. Automatically, his hands covered mine, which were resting on his stomach and he leaned back into me. Neither of us spoke for a long moment, but I was aching for him to share his feelings with me, to tell me what it was that kept him awake at night. He pulled me around so that we were standing face to face, with our hands joined between us. After simply looking at each for a long moment, he seemed to come to some sort of decision and after another hesitation; he opened his mouth to speak.

“Why do you think it is,” he began, “that some people seem to have good fortune handed to them on a silver platter, seem to have good luck coming out their ears?” I sucked my breath in, bracing for what was coming. “While there are other people who are made to fight so hard and suffer so much to hold on to what they love?”

I contemplated his question for a moment, trying to figure out what to say to him. Love, as a concept, was not as new to me as it was to him. I had been “loved” and made well aware of it, throughout my entire life. My parents loved me, my grandparents loved me, my friends loved me, Viktor Krum had loved me, my professors (except for Snape of course) loved me. And now Draco loved me, and I loved him wholly and infinitely. But for Draco, this was all new territory and it had to be positively frightening.

His mother had been cold to him, his father domineering and abusive; his friends were in it for the glory, the girls that flocked around him, for the reputation and the name. But I loved him for HIM, for everything about him. His beauty and sex appeal were there, yes, but also his brilliance and gentleness, his passion, his quirky sense of humor. I even loved his pureblooded snobbery, his snarkiness and rude sarcasm that I so rarely saw anymore, because of the fact that those things were all a part of him. How to begin to explain it then? How do I make him realize that love IS worth fighting and suffering for?


“Draco, I know what you are saying. I do. I’ve thought the same thing at one point or another during my life.” He looked doubtful at that confession, but I continued. “The thing is, I would like to believe that people that have had to work extra hard for their happiness are rewarded more richly in the end. Their happiness is greater than it would have been otherwise, simply because of the fact that they are made more aware of it after having gone through so much to obtain it in the first place.”

“I know that I’m rambling a little bit,” I continued, “but it’s a very difficult thing to explain. It’s one of those things that it’s hard to put words to.”

I took a deep breath and studied Draco’s expression. He seemed to be mulling over what I had said, although he looked confused also. I gave him a small smile and placed my hand on his cheek, caressing his beautiful, smooth skin. He sighed and gently grasped my hand that had been touching his face.

“Do you really think that it’s worth it?” he asked me, looking away. “I mean, losing your friends, being accosted by people, having to hide out all day? For me, it means nothing. You are my everything. I have no real friends to speak of, except for you of course,” he smiled at me before continuing, “I don’t care if I’m accosted, and I don’t mind hiding away from people all the time, but when you start getting hurt because of it…the stakes become higher, Hermione.” He paused for a minute. “And I must say that it really bothers me that I’m never around when you get into these situations. Do you know what I would have done if I would have seen Weasley hit you?” Draco gritted his teeth and shook his head.


“Draco, honestly, I am capable of taking care of myself. There’s no reason why you should have to follow me around all the time, protecting me from nosy, ignorant, borderline-psychopaths.” He couldn’t help but smile a little at my description of the people who seemed to live to make our lives as complicated as possible. He took my hand and placed the palm to his lips and I could see the love in his beautiful grey eyes.

“It’s my job to protect you, Hermione,” he said, “Even though I know you are strong and capable, I’ll always want to protect you.”


“Do you really think its worth it though?” I asked him, staring him directly in the eyes and echoing his own question from earlier.


“I absolutely know that you are worth it,” he told me, kissing me deeply. He pulled back then. “And that, my love, is why I need to go to the Manor and talk to Lucius myself before he hears the news from Pansy.” He must have been prepared for my reaction, because at my gasp, he grasped my chin with his hand and held my face level with his. “It’s for your own protection, Hermione. There’s no telling what he could do to you in a fit of rage, and I couldn’t bear it if…” He trailed off and his bottom lip quivered.


“But Draco,” I purred at him soothingly, “it just so happens that I have faced off with your father on numerous occasions and I’m still alive to tell about it.” He smiled faintly at me, trying to be strong for me, I’m sure.

“I have to do this, love,” he said softly. “I’ll leave tonight. The sooner he hears it from me, the sooner I can deal with his reaction appropriately.” Tears sprung to my eyes, terrified of what could happen to him, wondering what I would do if I never saw him again.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he cooed, “I have every intention of making it back to you. And then spending the rest of my life with you.” He smiled. “Who knows, you might find yourself wishing that I would disappear after spending enough time with me.” At these words, I pulled away from him, the tears now flowing freely.


“Don’t ever say that, Draco,” I said, my voice breaking. “I’ll never tire of your presence. I want to wake up to your face for the rest of my life.” I turned away from him, swiping at my tears. He pulled me close to him and kissed away my tears. We became passionate immediately and before I knew it, I was on my back and Draco was thrusting inside of me.

You couldn’t really call it making love. It was more of a desperate joining, both of us well-aware but unwilling to admit out loud that it could be our last time together.


“Gods, Hermione, I could just live inside of you,” he groaned, plunging into me over and over again. “It’s like Heaven, so hot, and tight and slick with your want for me.” As always, his erotic words both flustered me and aroused me to an almost frenzied pace.

“You are mine, baby. You’ll always be mine and no one else will ever get to experience the bliss that is being inside of you.”

“Oh Draco, yes, I’ll always be yours. Only yours,” I sobbed, the feelings running through my body were incredible. It was amazing how I already felt such loss for him while he was currently joined with my body, living, breathing, warm, and…here. But I felt empty at the thought of him being gone, being in danger, even if for only a short time. I almost couldn’t breathe with the thought of it.

I sobbed more as I felt the waves of orgasm coming over, the most intense that I had ever experienced. I felt him empty his essence into me at the same time, and I could tell by the force of it and from the way he said my name just then that it was equally so for him. We both lay there, trying to catch our breath, half-sobbing, and our hands caressing each other frantically.


“I love you more than you could ever know,” he breathed against my lips as he kissed me. “I will come back to you, my solemn vow.” I was so exhausted from the emotional roller-coaster of the past few days that I was asleep again before I knew it. When I woke up to the sunlight streaming in the window, I found the other side of the bed to be cold. I felt the coldness seep all the way through me and knew nothing would be right again until my love was back safely in my arms.