If This Were A Normal Day...

A/N: Okay, I’m sure if you’re reading this on AdultFanFiction.net, you are probably expecting a little....shall we say....something something? But just in case you aren’t, theres a buttload of sex in this chapter and yea, its kind of important lol. Just be warned!
Also, another humungous thank you goes out to Audrey for being my beta-reader, official chapter-poster, and starting my brand new fanclub (in which she is president!) I love you to death!!

I don’t own Harry Potter!
Chapter 32

Hermione woke to the sound of thunder booming outside her window.

She yawned and listened to the soothing sound of the rain pitter patting against the stone.

Draco’s back was still turned to her, making her frown into the gloomy darkness cast by the heavy storm clouds.

Though the spat had been short and sweet, she knew it had been intense. She had never successfully side-stepped his advances and she knew that this morning wasn’t going to be a good one.

She stared into his back intently, wondering if perhaps she should speak to him, to tell him about her insecurities and let him know that she loved him.

Instead, she opted for a shower.

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The warm water poured down upon her face, running down her naked body and making her feel extremely relaxed.

The thunderstorm playing out in the background only intensified the sated, sleepy mood she was in.

Her eyes were closed, leaning into the showers warm embrace and letting her mind wander contentedly, when she felt a warm body press behind her.

She jumped and groped madly for a towel, but Draco’s arms held her securely.

He turned her so that her head was resting on his chest.

Her hearth was thumping against her chest and she could hear her pulse pounding in her ears.

“Calm down.” he whispered in her ear, though it wasn‘t a soothing coo, it was a command.

She took several deep breaths, trying to force her heartbeat back to a normal rate.

He body twitched and fidgeted in his hold, but he stood like a stone, caressing the small of her back.

“We should get ready for class.” Hermione declared quickly and tried to jerk her way out of his arms.

“Maybe I can get to a towel before he gets a good look at me...” she thought.

“Classes have been canceled due to the storm.” he stated simply and pulled her back into position against his chest.

She sighed deeply and tried to turn off the shrill cries that were filling her mind.

Instead, she concentrated on the gentle touches he was placing on her lower back.

Her eyes fluttered and it wasn’t long before her body responded in that familiar way.

Her arms bundled around him and her face nuzzled into his chest.

“That’s my girl...” he cooed into her ear.

He kissed her gently on her the forehead, letting them trail down her face to her mouth.

Hermione’s lips parted reluctantly as Draco’s tongue snaked it’s way inside.

His hands roamed down over her hips as his lips reached her neck

When she felt his fingers creeping their way between her legs, her eyes shot open and she began to swat his hands away.

“Stop, stop, stop!” she said, trying to pry herself out of his arms.

Instead, he pressed her against the wall and suctioned his mouth to her neck.

Hermione’s eyes rolled back in her head and she whimpered involuntarily.

It had been so long since they had been intimate and with her recent surge of hormones, she was just as flustered as he was.

He supported her against the wall with one hand and let his hand roam over her body.

Her cupped one of her full breasts in his hand and squeezed and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Her breathing was growing ragged and she was having trouble remembering why she was so against this in the first place.

Once again, she felt his hand on the inside of her thigh, slowly moving upward.

Her mind raced.

She was so wet she couldn’t stand it and if his fingers made contact and revealed that, he would never back off.

“No!” she cried breathlessly.

He lifted his head and looked her into her eyes. It wasn’t a kind look either.

It was look of deep seeded disappointment laced with anger.

Hermione cowered against the wall, as though his stare was pinning her there somehow.

He stood there studying her for awhile, his head tilted slightly to the side.

Finally, he released her from her position and shook his head.

“Why don’t you just go back to the library? There must be something there more interesting than I am.”

He turned and stepped out of the shower.

Hermione’s eyes instantly welled up with tears.

“What is my problem?” she thought.

Just the idea of him seeing her ever expanding body sent her to the point of hysterics, let alone letting him see it move.

She washed her body quickly and stepped out of the shower, drying off and then appraising herself again.

Which by now had become a morning ritual.

She sighed sadly into the mirror, then pulled on her clothing.

If classes really were cancelled, it would be a great chance to get a large portion of her make-up assignments finished.

Draco eyed her with contempt as she gathered her books, pulled on her duster, and left for the library.

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She was seated in the usual back aisle with the general assortment of literature surrounding her.

“I figured I’d find you here.” Ron smiled down at her, making her jump.

She returned the warm smile and conjured a chair for him.

He pulled out his bag and began to unload the usual array of junk food, this time accompanied by warm cinnamon buns and orange juice.

“You look like something’s bothering you.” Ron stated through a mouthful of cinnamon bun.

“Well, I’m still having a little trouble getting over this weight issue.” Hermione frowned.

Ron waved her off with his hand.

“I told you not to even think about that! You’re absolutely beautiful. You should never doubt that.” He smiled at her.

She blushed and smiled back.

“Thank you.”

“Okay, why is it that I can accept a compliment from Ron, but not from Draco?” she thought,
her eyebrows furrowing together.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yea, I’m alright.” she half smiled back.

They sat there for a few hours, eating and laughing.

Ron carrying on about Quidditch and Hermione having to gently remind him that she wasn’t Harry and his ramblings meant pretty much nothing to her.

She barely noticed that their chairs had gotten closer and she was right up against him, almost nestled against his side with his arm loosely draped around her.

Ron looked down at her and smiled.

“You have some Canary Cream on your face.” he said to her.

“Where?” she asked curiously, wiping at her mouth.

“Right there.” he said, pointing to the left corner of her mouth.

She swiped at it again.

“Did I get it?” she asked, frowning.

“No.” he said, shaking his head.

“Well get it for me.” she said, lifting her chin slightly and waiting for him to wipe away the food in question.

“Okay.” he said.

Though she was prepared from him to use his hand, she was startled when she felt his warm tongue against her lips.

It gently licked around the outside of her mouth, then across the part of her lips.

And to even her own shock, her mouth opened eagerly for his tongue.

Ron puller her into a straddling position on his lap as her mouth hungrily devoured his.

She could taste the chocolate and icing on his tongue as she lured it into her mouth and sucked on it softly, earning her a small whimper from him.

She felt the now all too familiar ache between her thighs and had to do everything in her power to keep from fingering herself right there on Ron’s lap.

He, on the other hand, was a little more hesitant.

Afraid that she might come to her senses at any minute and leave him hot and horny in the middle of the library.

He experimentally let his lips trail down her neck and was relieved when she moaned softly and closed her eyes, letting her body readily accept his kisses.

She let her hands run up his tee shirt and over his bare chest and in return, he quickly stripped her of her duster and pulled her tank top away from her breasts, kissing and sucking on her cleavage.

Hermione’s body was totally out of control. She was groaning and grinding against his now healthy sized erection like there was no tomorrow.

She gasped and arched forward against him when she felt his mouth encompass her nipple, flicking it with his tongue as he sucked upon it.

Her fingers where tangled in his hair, holding his head in position so that he dared not move it.

She allowed her other hand to trail down between his legs and wrapped her fingers tightly around his cock through his pants, feeling it jump at the contact of her hand.

His hips bucked against her, there kisses growing even more needy.

Both of there bodies felt as though they were on fire.

Without warning, Ron flipped her onto her back, nuzzling his face against her wet panties.

She whimpered and writhed on the floor. The ache between her thighs was almost unbearable at this point.

She barely noticed when he jerked down her pants and ripped away her underclothes, but gasped loudly when he buried his face in her wetness.

Her hands took their familiar place in his hair as he let his tongue circle her clit while he probed her pussy with two fingers.

Her body was fanatically bucking up to meet the movements of his fingers, but her mind began to wander.

“What am I doing?.....How did I let this get this out of hand....this isn’t good...this is bad...we’re in the library in the middle of the day...someone could catch us...Maybe we should stop.....Yes, stopping is probably best......”

“Ron...” she began breathlessly. “Maybe this isn’t such a good-OH!”

She gasped as her orgasm hit her.

She ground her pussy down against his face, whimpering as it ripped through her body.

When she finally relaxed and released his head, she had long strands of red hair tangled around her fingers.

Ron kissed his way back up her body, prepared to lock lips with her again, but stopped when he noticed her eyes were full of tears.

“What\'s wrong?” he asked curiously, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion and a touch of sadness.

“My mother was right....I am a whore.” she sobbed.

Ron rose off her and sat her up, straightening her tank top and wrapping her duster around her, before pulling her into his lap and cradling her against his chest.

Hermione could still feel his erection digging in against her back, but he seemed to pay it no mind.

“You’re not a whore.” he whispered softly to her. “Everything just got a little out of hand, that\'s all.”

He stoked her hair lovingly and whispered how beautiful she was softly into her ear.

Her tears soon subsided and she redressed her bottom half.

“I should probably get back to the common room.” she said, wiping a stray tear away from her cheek.

Ron looked up at her and nodded sadly.

She turned to walk away, looking back at him when she reached the door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” she said and turned and left the library.

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After watching Hermione leave the common room in a huff, Draco had decided that maybe a nap was in order.

He had tossed and turned in his sleep.

Visions of Hermione pinned to the mattress underneath him, groaning his name made his dreams unbearable.

He was right in the middle of a wonderful dream with Hermione on top of him, riding him like it was going out of style, when he drifted back to consciousness.

Someone actually was riding him.

The wetness wrapped around his cock was familiar.

He smiled to himself, but didn’t open his eyes.

“Oh baby, I love you so much.” he whispered as he arched up into her.

She whimpered and he took hold of her hips to steady her on top of him....

But it wasn’t Hermione’s whimper.

And the hips he was holding were much more slender and straight than her beautiful, curvy form.

His eyes snapped open to see Pansy with her head leaned back, moaning wantonly as she bounced on him.

“What the fuck?!” he screamed and attempted to push her off him, but she sat down hard on his cock and all he could do was groan at the sensation.

She rolled her hips in a circle and he couldn’t help but respond.

As much as he hated to admit it, he was incredibly horny and she felt good on him.

“My poor baby...” Pansy cooed down at him. “I came to apologize for being so nasty lately and here I find you, all alone and hard as a rock, mumbling in your sleep. I couldn’t just leave you to suffer, now could I love?”

She sat down hard again, prompting Draco to arch up once again.

He took a strong hold of her hips and flipped her onto her back.

“Oh Merlin..” he responded, ramming himself roughly up into her. “I hate you...I hate you so much...”

Pansy didn’t complain about his comments, simply wrapped her legs around his waist and met his thrusts, letting him pound into her with as much force and strength as he felt he needed to use.

“Whore....” he groaned into her ear. “Nasty slut...”

Pansy’s body writhed beneath him. She lifted her mouth to try and kiss his mouth, but was roughly shoved away.

Instead, she clamped her mouth down upon his neck, kissing and biting the delicate skin.

His hand moved between her legs to violently pinch and twist at her clit, not really caring if it hurt her or not.

Her felt her body twist beneath him and her pussy clamp down around him, signaling her climax.

Not that he cared really.

He continued to crash inside of her, grunting and digging his fingers into the delicate skin around her hips, assuring bruising the next morning.

“I hate you....you fucking slut! I hate you!” he groaned, jerking out of her before releasing.

He laid on his back for a few minutes with his eyes closed, sick to his stomach by what he just did.

His eyes snapped open when he felt Pansy trying to cuddle up against him.

“Get the fuck off me!” he said, giving her a shove with such force she was sent spiraling to the floor.

She raised up and glared at him as he sat up and hung his head, burying it in his hands.

“What\'s your problem?!” she snarled back at him.

“You’re my problem, now will you please get the fuck out of our room.?”

“Our room?” Pansy asked, her eyebrows knitting together. “Oh! You mean you and you’re little mudblood piece of trash! Well, something tells me she won’t be around much longer once I fill her in about tonight.” Pansy grinned triumphantly.

Her smile was wiped away as Draco placed a hard, stinging slap across her face.

Her jerked her off the floor and slammed her against the wall, taking her face in his hand and squeezing tightly.

“Listen to me,” he growled at her. “You are going to keep your God damned mouth shut or I swear I’ll break your fucking neck. Are we clear?”

Pansy looked terrified. Her eyes were wide and tears were spilling down onto her cheeks.

She managed to nod slightly through his grip.

“Good, now get your clothes on and get out.”

He released her, letting her hit the floor once again.

She quickly dressed and scrambled out of the room.

Draco sat with his face still covered b his hands.

“What have I done?” he thought.

His mind raced through the possible consequences. Everything he was going to lose should Pansy decide not to keep her big mouth closed.

Panic rose up in his chest and tears stung his eyes.

He couldn’t hold the feeling inside. Not one this big.

He reached out and smashed a nearby picture frame, picking up a sharp shard of glass.

He contemplated where to place the cut.

It needed to be somewhere Hermione couldn’t find it.

He studied the inside of his bear thigh, before making a deep vertical incision.

His eyes rolled back in his head and he sighed in relief, but it wasn’t enough.

He made an equally as deep cut along side it.

The pain felt so good as he watched the blood trickle down his thigh and around his knee cap.

He was snapped back to Earth when he heard the common room door open.

He scrambled back into his pants and preformed a quick repairing spell on the picture frame, then flopped down into the bed and pretended to be asleep.

He listened to her footsteps. They hesitated just at the door, then muttered the password and stepped inside.

Draco raised his head and looked at her.

She was obviously upset about something.

They stood there, staring at each other.

Each of them having a demon inside that was eating away at their insides the other knew nothing about.

Guilt was heavy on their shoulders and for some reason, both of them were sure the other knew.

Hermione slowly made her way around to her side of the bed and crawled in, still in her normal clothes.

“Draco?” she asked, her voice fragile and shaky. “Will you hold me?”

Draco drew in a deep breath, but it was stifled by the large lump of pain rising up into his throat.

“Of course I’ll hold you, baby.” he said, extending his arm to her.

She crawled close and laid her head on his shoulder, before drifting off to sleep.

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Audrey\'s Notes -- Shudder! Gasp! Scream!

A/N: Alright lets just caaaaaaaalm down kids! I threw the Ron thing in b/c I’ve been finding Rupert Grint extremely attractive lately and thats kind of my tribute to my perversion. lol So Yay.

Then I thought, “Well, do I really want to put Hermione in that predicament alone??” So I threw Pansy in there as kind of an extra twist. Hope someone likes it!
Love you Audrey!