Times Of Surrender

You know, I’m not one to toot my own horn. I think myself a rather modest person really. But as I sat back and reread the twelve chapters that I have edited and or rewritten completely, I must say I am transfixed by my own writing. It may not be the best around, trust me I have seen better *coughs Lady Lynn’s pieces*, but I myself want to know what the bugger happens next! Where will thirteen take me? Enough of my blabbing though. Thank you for your lovely reviews! I’m glad that some of you remember the story before and I hope you will enjoy it now.

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Chapter Three

Hermione was in the library where she had always met with Malfoy. He was already an hour late and she was rather irritated with him. She looked at her wrist watch and then sighed heavily. This wasn’t like him; normally he arrived even if it was a few minutes late. Angrily she shoved her books and writing material into her bag and decided that she was going to her dormitory. She had just started toward the library door when a girl appeared through the archway.

“Where are you off to, Granger?” Pansy Parkinson asked sardonically. She stopped a few feet from the Gryffindor girl and stared coldly at her.

“I’m off to my dorm because Malfoy decided he didn't want to work on a Saturday. He knew we had to work together tonight because yesterday he wasn’t feeling well.” Hermione stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

“He didn’t decide that he wasn’t going to study tonight, Granger. Draco is too sick to even move out of bed and the school nurse advised that he should stay in his room for the weekend.” The Slytherin girl crossed her arms over her chest.

“So, what, he sent you to let me know I would have to finish the presentation alone?” Hermione guessed bitterly. She should have known that Malfoy was going to try and weasel out on her.

“Actually you’ve assumed wrong again, Granger. Draco insisted that I was to come and find you, so I can bring you to him where the two of you could finish together.” Pansy stated mockingly.

“I’m supposed to go down into Slytherin house just so I can help Malfoy finish his presentation? That’s absurd and it’s against the rules, Pansy.” Hermione wasn’t one to break rules unless she had to for a friend. She set her jaw defiantly and stared at the raven-haired girl.

“You’re such a good girl, and yet you’d get a bad mark because you didn’t want to help your partner? That doesn’t seem very responsible.” Pansy turned on her heels to leave when Hermione called out to her. Pansy knew that throwing the bit about the marks out would get the other girls attention. She turned and looked at Hermione with a raised brow.

“We’re not supposed to go into each others houses, Pansy. What am I supposed to do? If any of the professors see me I’ll get in trouble.” Hermione adjusted the strap of her bag, not meeting Pansy’s gaze.

“Ask Potter if you can use his invisibility cloak. He’s your friend and he’ll let you use it. I’m going back down. Somebody will be waiting for you.” That said, Pansy walked from the library without a second glance. She didn’t need to see if Hermione was going to do what she has suggested, Hermione wouldn’t get bad marks if she could help it.

Hermione watched the Slytherin girl leave and then made her way to her common room. Entering through the portrait of the fat lady, she hurried into the room and looked around. Ron and Harry were not anywhere to be seen. Biting her lip she walked up the stairs that led to the boys dormitories. She knocked on Ron’s door first and didn’t get an answer. Walking down the hallway a little ways she knocked on Harry’s door and then walked in.

Harry and Ron were sitting beside each other on the bed. Each boy was looking down at the books that were sitting before them and they both looked up to see who was coming in to bother them.

“Oh, hello, Hermione.” Harry said absently looking back down at his book.

“Hi, Harry, I needed to ask you a favor.” Hermione came and sat down on the edge of his bed. She had decided on the way to the common room that she was going to tell them the truth about why she needed it.

“Sure what is it?” Harry looked back up at her with his startling green eyes.

“I needed to know if I can use your invisibility cloak.”

“Wha’ for?” Ron asked, finally interested in her interruption.

“I need to use it so that I can go down and study with Malfoy. It’s going to take longer than normal and I don’t want to get into trouble.” She looked over at her freckled friend and smiled gently.

“Hermione, you’re the Head Girl, you won’t get into trouble for being out late. That is sort of your job, you know.” Hermione’s brown eyes drifted to Harry and watched him intently.

“I know that, Harry; tonight is Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff’s night to walk the halls. But that isn’t the issue, what is the issue is the fact that I have to go down and study with Draco in Slytherin house.” Hermione’s face was blank, but inside she feared the wave of questions that was going to come down on her.

“What do you have to go into Slytherin house for?” Ron asked curtly.

“Malfoy is sick and he has been directed to stay in his dormitory for rest.”

“You’re not supposed to go down there Hermione, it’s against the rules.” Harry said warily, staring into his friend’s face.

“I know that, Harry, but Malfoy hasn’t finished his half of our presentation and it needs to get done before Monday. He’s been told to stay in bed and rest all weekend and he won’t be able to get his work done on cold medication.” Hermione insisted quietly.

“You don’t need to be down around that lot, Hermione. What if it’s just a plan to get you down there so they can do something awful to you?” Ron questioned.

“Malfoy was sick on Friday when we were supposed to spend two hours finishing our presentation. He couldn’t meet up with me to get the work done so we agreed to meet this evening. I have to go down there and get this done.”

“If you’re around him your going to get sick yourself, Herm, then what are you going to do? You’ll miss class just like he will.” Harry stated truthfully.

Hermione bit back a retort and thought about it. This report was going to count for half of their grade at the end of the term. If she didn’t get it finished she was going to wind up with bad marks on her report card, whereas if she went down into the serpents den, there was only a chance she would get sick and miss classes.

“I’ll go see Madam Pomfrey if I start to feel ill. She’ll give me something to help me get over the cold and I’ll be alright. And that’s even if I do get sick. I need to go down there.” Hermione looked into Harry’s green eyes pleadingly.

“Alright, Hermione, but don’t tell me how miserable you are if you get sick and miss classes. I don’t want to hear you complain about low marks at the end of the year, either.” Harry claimed and climbed off his side of the bed. He lifted the top edge of the mattress and pulled out the silvery material before he gingerly handed the large cloak over to her.

“Thanks, Harry, I promise that I’ll bring it back in one piece.” She stood up and gave her friend a thankful hug.

“Be careful down there, Hermione, you can’t trust any of them.” Harry said quietly.

“I will, Harry, thanks.” Hermione took the cloak and walked out of the room and through the portrait. When she knew that she was alone she tossed the cloak over her body and made her way down to the Slytherin dorms.

When she arrived at the dank hallway, she saw Pansy waiting for her, leaning against the stone wall studying her nails and looking bored. She walked up to the Slytherin girl, whose posture didn't change in the slightest. "Okay, Pansy, I'm here," she sighed.

Though Pansy couldn’t see her, she smirked and said, “I knew you couldn’t stay away, Granger.”

Pansy told the password to the stone wall and they waited while the doorway appeared. Hermione walked through the archway and pulled the invisibility cloak off. Slinging it over her arm she scowled at the girl. “You didn’t give me very much of a choice, now did you, Pansy?”

“Come on, Draco’s waiting for you in his room. He doesn’t feel well enough to come and sit out here.” Pansy pulled the portrait closed and then brushed roughly past the Gryffindor girl. She led her down a passage to the left hand side of the common room. Hermione looked at all of the Slytherins that watched as she walked past them. Many looked at her as if she were the most disgusting thing they had seen. Hermione glared at their rudeness and followed the girl before her into a corridor.

Pansy walked down the corridor a ways before stopping and waiting for her follower to catch up. “Here you go, Granger; he’s waiting inside.” With that she walked back down the corridor toward the common room. Hermione knocked on the door loudly.

“For pity's sake, Granger. Come in.” Draco called in a raspy voice.

She pushed open the door and walked into the room. It was dark except for the light of a single torch hanging from the wall beside Draco’s bed. She closed the door behind her and walked farther into the room. She looked around and spotted a chair beside a small wooden desk. She walked to the chair and sat down in it.

“Granger, you’re going to have to come closer, I can’t talk to you way over there. Have some respect.” Draco said quietly.

“Where do you suppose I sit then, Malfoy?” Hermione snapped at the boy.

“Move the chair closer to the bed, then I won’t have to yell at you.” Draco said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Hermione looked at Draco for the first time and saw that he was lying with his back against a mountain of black pillows against the headboard of his bed. He was in a silk black night shirt that made his pale skin stand out dramatically against the dark fabric. His hair lay in untidy locks around his thin pale face. The bed covers, black and thick, were pulled up and lying in his lap. Resting on his lap was a book, quill, bottle of ink, and a bunch of rumpled pieces of parchment.

“You’ve at least attempted to do some of your work, I see.” She commented and brought the chair to the edge of the bed.

“I’ve been trying to get something written for the presentation all day, Granger.” He frowned at her irritably.

Hermione picked one of the pieces of parchment up and unfolded it. She looked at the writing on the parchment and laughed. Nothing made any sense on the page what so ever.

“Shut up, Pomfrey has me taking this medication that makes me lose track of what I am doing. That’s why I sent Pansy to find you.” Draco said defensively.

“Yes, an hour late I should mind you! You should have had her come get me sooner. That way I wouldn’t have to be out so late.” She said angrily.

“Sorry to inconvenience you.” He said sarcastically.

“Can we get started so that I can get back to my room sometime tonight?” Hermione was already pulling her writing material from her bag.

“What, you don’t want to spend the night with me?” Draco said jokingly and looked at the things in his lap. He almost missed the pause in her movements after he said it, but he hadn’t and his mind was reeling with questions.

“Lets get started shall we?” Hermione straightened in her chair and looked at him. “Where did you leave off?”

“I haven’t got much down, just this right here.” He handed his papers over to her and watched as she scanned it.

“Malfoy, you haven’t gotten anything done at all.” She squinted in the poor lighting.

“If you want to see better you can sit down over here.” He motioned to the other side of his bed. She got up and drug her things over to where he had motioned.

They sat for the next hour bouncing ideas off of each other. Malfoy told her what it was that he wanted the paper to say as she jotted things down and used the book as a reference. After an hour the chair got uncomfortable and she took a seat on the edge of the bed with her back facing Draco. She hunched over and completely ignored him after a while, writing things down for the presentation that Malfoy would have to speak about the following Monday.

Draco drifted in and out of sleep as she sat on the bed working, but he kept jerking awake and asking what it was that she was working on. He drifted and then woke again; he brushed his hand against her lower back on accident and froze, suddenly very awake. She had turned around and looked down at him lying on the bed. A shudder went through her when he didn’t move his hand.

“What are you doing, Malfoy?” Draco had sat up slowly and was looking at her strangely. Her voice was very low as she spoke.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” Draco demand quietly.

“Feel what?” Hermione asked suspiciously.

“You feel the lust as I do.” Draco stated knowingly.

“Malfoy, I think your medication is affecting your thinking abilities.” Hermione said and turned her head away from him.

Draco reached out touched the side of her face, a soft brush of his finger tips. Hermione jerked away and glared at him. “Tell me you don’t want me to touch you, Granger.”

Hermione turned around to protest that she DIDN’T want him to touch her, but was stopped when Draco leaned forward and brushed his lips oh so softly against her mouth. She started to pull back to find she couldn’t move because he was holding her in place within his arms.

She had spent the better half of their time over the month trying to ignore the feelings for Draco that were so foreign to her. They had started to cloud her mind more and more as he had changed his attitude toward her. She had called herself silly for feeling even the slightest attraction for him and she had pushed those feelings aside. She tried to ignore them and had done a good job of it so far. She hadn’t told Harry and Ron about those feelings, and she was worried about what they would say if they found out. Instead she ignored them all together and never mentioned a word of it to anybody. As far as Hermione had known, Draco didn’t think any differently about her, and when they spent time together she acted standoffish as always. Most times she ignored him all together and wouldn’t submit to his attempts of conversation, unless it involved the report.

And now here she was, only inches away from Draco Malfoy’s face, fighting the tingling sensation that had crept down her stomach into her groin, and shuddering from the slightest touch. She ground her teeth together and stared at him while trying to ignore his closeness. Yes, she was attracted to his body, but there was nothing else behind the feelings. When the day was over he would still be Draco Malfoy and nothing more.

“I don’t want you to touch me, Malfoy.” She said between gritted teeth.

“Like you mean it, tell me you don’t want my body.” He drawled accusingly.

“I might be attracted to your body, but I am not attracted to who you are.” She spat out angrily.

That was answer enough for Draco. He leaned forward and softly kissed her tantalizing mouth. He felt her resistance waver a little and then slowly give way. She leaned into him as he searched her lips with his own. The soft warm skin sent a quiver through his body. He groaned and pulled her back with him as he leaned against his pillows. His head swam slightly from his medication, but not enough to make him stop what he intended to do. Hermione felt the arousal spread through her body; she had to get away from him before things went any farther. She pushed against his shoulder in a weak attempt to fight him off and lost the small battle; he was surprisingly strong for not being in the best health. When she couldn’t get free she fell onto him and slowly succumbed to the feelings that ate at her.

Draco’s hand made its way to her side and moved ever so slowly down her ribcage and around to her bottom. His hand caressed the fleshy skin through the clothes before he grabbed it and used it to pull her body even with his. Her groin was now even with his and she could feel his hardness even through the fluffy blanket. She moaned at the feel of him pressing against her most intimate parts. Her hands trailed up his body and cupped his face as they kissed more deeply, his tongue snaking into her mouth to stroke the moist insides.

Draco’s breath came quicker as he moved his lips over Hermione’s jaw and sensuously down her neck. She pulled her head up to better expose her slim neckline. His hands moved up and pulled the robes over her head temporarily making him lose contact with her sweet smelling skin. Throwing the school robes away, he looked at what she had been wearing underneath. She had on a pink tank-top and a pair of tight fitting jeans. Her small breasts were practically falling out of her shirt from lack of support because she wasn’t wearing a bra. His hand came up to caress the soft mounds of flesh that pressed against the fabric.

Hermione made a soft sound in the back of her throat, barely audible, as he touched her. “You like this Granger? Do you want more?” He said in a breathy voice.

Hermione didn’t answer, she leaned her own face down and kissed Draco timidly. He groaned and ground himself against her, making her gasp. He smiled smugly up at her and rolled her body to the side. He followed her body all the way over and wound up on top of her. She looked up at him with wide eyes, breath coming in soft pants. Her knees were brought up on either side of his waist framing him comfortably. Draco reached down and unbuttoned the jeans she was wearing. For a brief moment he thought she was going to protest but she didn’t. She simply watched as he zipped the zipper down and tugged at her pants.

She lifted her bottom, pressing herself closer to Draco’s maleness, and shoved her pants over her slim hips. Draco freed her legs and threw the pants to the side. She lay before him in small pink panties and the matching pink shirt. He felt himself press achingly against the front of his trousers. “Do you want me to stop, Granger?”

“No,” She said and reached up to help him with his pants, hooking her thumbs around the waistband of the pajamas, and watched as he took over and pushed them down to expose black silk boxer shorts.

He leaned over her and pushed the pink shirt up to expose milky breasts with small pink nipples. Draco brought his mouth down and sucked one of the small hard tips into it. Hermione moaned and ran her fingers through his blond locks. He did the same to the other and looked up at her with silver eyes. Leaning up he yanked her panties down her legs and looked at the small nest of brown hair between them. With one hand he reached down, parted the soft hair, and stroked the moist, swollen lips at her center.

“Draco, please,” She moaned softly.

“You called me Draco, Granger.” He said triumphantly and stuck one finger in her tight vagina easily.

She bucked her hips against his hand, watching his face. Draco’s features were dark with shadows, blond hair had fallen down around his face, and his silver eyes were partially closed. He leaned down and kissed along her collar line softly enjoying the small animal sounds that were coming from deep within her throat.

“What do you want?” Draco asked arrogantly.

“I don’t know. You know what I want!” She gasped as he worked her closer to orgasm.

“If this starts there’s no turning back, Granger.” Draco moved his hand away from her and moved the head of his cock to her entrance. She was moist and ready for him and the feel of her made his resistance break. He pushed himself in her slowly and watched her eyes widen in surprise at the slight pain and then the new feeling of pleasure. Once he had himself fully inserted he began slowly pumping in and out of her.

As the first sensations of intercourse pulsed through her body, a sudden need deeper than anything she had ever felt before spread throughout her whole body. It was the need to feel some sort of a release, a release that she hadn’t even known her body needed. She lifted her hips to meet Draco’s as he thrust into her. He sped up the rhythm, pushing and pulling himself in and out of her at a quicker pace, the sight of Hermione squirming under him made him want pound furiously into her but he held himself back. Moans caught in the back of his throat, he threw his head back and groaned loudly. Hermione looked at the perspiration causing a sheen on Draco’s rippling skin.

“Oh…oh my…” Hermione exclaimed feeling something wonderful building up inside of her.

Draco felt his own need growing feverishly in his groin; he held himself back and worked on making her reach her peak. She bucked her hips against him and closed her eyes. Her arms reached out and pulled him down closer, needing the feeling of being absolutely and completely wrapped up in him. He rested his chest against hers and sought out her eager mouth. Hermione lifted her head and met him halfway, their lips melded together in a frantic deep kiss.

The building in her abdomen was getting stronger and she felt the intense need to release the heavy feeling. She moved her body with his frantically, working hard to reach that spot that just needed to be achieved.

“Don’t stop, Draco, just please don’t stop.” Hermione moaned unconsciously into his neck.

“I won’t…” He whispered into her ear and thrust into her more ravenously. He felt when her body stiffened around his, her back arched, and he lost himself in her moans of ecstasy. He pounded into her and felt himself boiling closer to the edge. With a few more thrusts he felt himself quiver and come within the deep recesses of her soft folds.

They lay there for a few moments, panting as they tried to calm themselves. Hermione felt Draco’s heartbeat thump against her naked chest frantically. She relaxed against the soft sheets beneath her naked body and savored the feeling of her first time with a man. As she came down from the high of her pleasure, she stared past her lover’s shoulder and looked at the ceiling suddenly tired.

Long moments passed with Draco lying above her. His breathing had gone back to normal and he was enjoying the feeling of her still beneath him. Normally he separated from the girls he slept with and went to take a shower. Tonight, here with Granger, he didn’t feel hurried at all. Hermione stirred beneath him and still he didn’t move.

Anger had replaced the feeling of pleasure she had just experienced and she shoved at Malfoy to get him to move off of her. She was suddenly very angry that she had slept with Malfoy, and even more upset that she had given him her virginity. “What?” He grumbled softly beside her right ear.

“Get off of me!” She yelled at him still trying her hardest to get him to move.

“That’s how you thank somebody for a bloody good time?” Draco asked heatedly, moving to one side so that she could shimmy out from under him. He watched as she got off of the bed and searched frantically around the room for her different articles of clothing. She angrily found them and yanked them on her body, glaring at him the whole time.

“Finish the report on your own, Malfoy!” She shouted at him and threw the invisibility cloak on. Grabbing her bag, she stormed out of the room, out of the serpents den, and toward her own common room.

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Hermione looked at the shocked appearance on both Harry and Ron's faces and wanted to crawl into a hole and die. She knew that their expressions were caused by the utter horror of their friend sleeping with the enemy, neither believing what they had just been told.

“I know what you’re going to say and I don’t want to hear it.” Hermione told them flatly, she wasn’t much in the mood to hear their criticism and sarcasm.

“How could you Hermione? How could you fall for somebody as loathsome as Draco Malfoy?” Ron asked, his mouth still hanging open with astonishment.

“It’s not so much the fact of how could she. It’s about the fact that she would do something like this, not tell us about it, and then call us round later to boast about it as if we care what happened with Malfoy.” Harry said angrily to Ron.

“I never said that I fell for him and I didn’t come round to boast about anything.” Tears were welling up in her eyes. The day had not been her best and she wished she could wake up from the nightmare she was stuck in.

“Really? You could’ve bloody well fooled me, Hermione.” Harry spat out bitterly.

“I came here to tell you that I am pregnant and the baby is Draco Malfoy's.” She wailed, tears escaping from the corner of her eyes to stain her cheeks for the second time in one evening.