Figured You Out

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He shivered as she used the ice cube in her mouth to move down his torso. He ran his fingers through her hair, not really directing her movements but encouraging her downward journey. She released the piece of ice to just slide towards his navel of it’s own accord. She blew air over the trail of water in its wake, his groan pushing her on.

She brought the ice cube back into her mouth and crunched it up. He looked down at her as she blew the cool air over the tip of his penis and she could have sworn that he growled when she swiped her tongue over the leaky tip. He was beyond thinking, lost in a world of sensation as she blew over his heated flesh. He didn’t know which way was up or down, but he knew that if he continued to watch her, their interlude would end sooner than either hoped.

She crawled up his body and straddled his hips. She placed a hand on each side of his head and smiled down at him, “Are you still alive?”

“Barely.”

“You might want to keep living for this part,” she said, as she guided his hard cock into her. They both gasped as he was buried inside of her. She rolled her hips over his as he opened his eyes to stare at her bouncing body. She had her hands propped on his thighs as his hands grabbed her hips and began guiding her movements, trying to get her to ride him faster, harder. When she locked eyes with him, her body became his to control. He rolled her onto her back as she tightened her legs around him.

He drove into her harder, faster, every stroke feeling like he was getting deeper than before and he loved it. She seemed to love it too, if her moaning was any indication. He found he couldn’t get enough of her, his only need to just be inside of her and never leave. He dropped down to his elbows and stroked her hair as he kissed her. He slowed his thrusts down as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling his body to hers. He moved to her neck, nipping and biting his way down as she tried to hurry up his thrusts. But he wasn’t having it. He was in control, his favorite place to be.

She wanted more. She wanted him as deep as he could get, thrusting inside of her, making her feel like she would break in half due to the wild fucking he was giving her. But he was taking his time. He was taking his time making her hate him and love him for it. She hated that it was so slow. He was right when she said she had a darker side that loved the way he made her feel dirty. Her perverse nature loved that he was so willing to listen to anything she wanted to do. He never called any fantasy a waste of time or laugh in her face. Instead, he would bring the fantasy to life, only making her realize that no one else besides Draco would ever take her more provocative side.

She loved that he was giving, always returning whatever pleasure he received tenfold. Most days he seemed content to just spend hours in bed with her, mapping out her body and the different places that could make her moan or sigh. He knew what she wanted and was more than willing to comply. She loved the way he looked at her, like she was the only woman in the world that could possibly come close to satisfying him. She loved how she needed him, how it was difficult to go days without his touch. He was her drug of choice and she always needed another hit.

“Draco…please…” she muttered, as she tossed her head from side to side.

He placed one of her legs over his forearms and began driving into her faster. She gripped the rails of the headboard, fearing that if she touched him, she’d break the skin. She watched as a drop of sweat moved down his brow to rest below his chin before her eyes flicked up to his and she was lost. Her body tensed up before she was overcome with her orgasm. She closed her eyes tight as she panted for breath.

He watched her as she squeezed her eyes tightly shut, her mouth open in an ‘o’ as she let out little mewls of pleasure as she came. He groaned when he felt her muscles clinching him, yearning for his release as her body was still being overtaken with pleasure. He thrust into her a few more times before he came.

He dropped down to prop his elbows on the side of her head, copying his movements from earlier. He placed soft kisses on her lips as she ran her hands over his shoulders. She pushed him onto his back,singsing him to pull out of her as he rolled. She rested her head against his shoulder, wrapping her body around his until she was comfortable.

She was amazed at the difference a year had made. In the beginning, she would rush from his bed and immediately into the shower of her own flat. Now, she just enjoyed being in his presence. Despite what most people thought, Draco Malfoy did have a soft side, even if he’s showing it was fleeting. That was fine with her. She didn’t want someone who worshipped her every move and she didn’t want someone she fought with all the time. They were somewhere in the middle, leaving that the only place he worshipped her was in his bed and they tried to keep their fighting for public, except in cases where her friends came into play. That was what made her move out of his arms.

He rubbed his face as he looked over at the clock beside the bed, “What are you doing?”

She sighed, “I have to go.”

“But it’s Saturday. You know what Saturday is, right?”

She smiled, “I know that…today is our day to do nothing but stay in bed,” she sighed, “But I’m telling Ron today.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Oh.”

“Yeah. And I made the lunch for today because this was the only day Harry had that he could go with me.”

He sat back against the pillows, “Worried?”

“Yeah.”

“So should I be expecting Weasley to apparate in here and hex my head off?”

She sighed as she climbed back in bed with him. She wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his chest, “I wish I could say no…”

He smiled, “Look, I can handle Weasley, alright.”

She nodded as she sat beside him, “I’d much rather be here with you, you know that right?”

He nodded, “I know.”

She sighed, “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Bye.”

She nodded before she apparated away.

*~*

Hermione had another glass of wine, now working on her fifth. Harry watched her interestedly as she tapped her fingers against the glass. She blew out a breath as she swiped at a stray hair that had been falling in her face.

“Nervous?” he asked.

She nodded, “Is it obvious?”

“You’ve had almost an entire bottle of wine.”

She sighed, “What do you think he’ll do?”

“Ron? I imagine a bit of yelling, a little bit of ‘Are you mad’, and maybe some accusing you of being a bad friend.”

She bit her lip, “Am I a bad friend?”

“Because you’re shagging Malfoy?” She nodded, “No. You’re not a bad friend no matter what you do. You’re there when we need you, you’ll listen to us when we have problems, and we know we can depend on you for anything. You’re a great friend.” He took a sip from his own glass, “Even if you do make questionable decisions.”

She sighed, “Harry…”

Harry shook his head, “He’s coming this way.”

Ron approached the table, and greetings were done quickly and the food was ordered. Ron looked at the two of them, \"Alright, what’s going on?”

Hermione furrowed her brow, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, what’s going on? You two look like you’re sitting on something big.”

She took a deep breath, “Alright. Here it goes.”

“You’re going to tell him before we eat?”

“Tell me what before we eat?”

She sighed, “Yes,” she said looking at Harry. She turned to Ron, “Ron. You know I love you dearly…you’re one of my best friends, but…I have something to tell you that you won’t like.”

Ron frowned, “What?”

“Well, you see…I’ve…I’ve been seeing someone recently.”

He nodded, “I know, you told us that before my birthday.”

She sighed, “Well, uh…it’s been going on for over a year now…”

“Wow, a year? And you kept it a secret for that long?” he asked, a bit in awe.

She nodded, “Well, there are reasons for that. But the main one was I was afraid of the way you and Harry would react.”

He shook his head, “This would be a bad reaction you’d be looking for?”

“The worst kind. I was afraid that if I told you, either of you, that you would hate me and wouldn’t be my friend anymore. But I’ve come to the point where I’m just tired of hiding…”

“Hermione, quit being so cryptic and tell me who it is. I’m assuming Harry knows already?” he asked looking to his friend who nodded.

She nodded, “Alright. Malfoy.”

Ron turned around behind him, seeming to be looking for someone, then looked back at Hermione. “I’m assuming that you’re relationship is with Malfoy, because he’s not behind me. And if that’s the case I have to ask if you’ve lost your bloody mind!?”

Harry sighed, “I knew doing this in a public place was a bad idea.”

Hermione sighed, “Ron…”

“Are you insane? Malfoy? You’re shagging, Malfoy.”

Hermione looked around at the restaurant’s patrons, who were all staring at their table, “A little louder next time, Ron. I don’t think the people down at the Daily Prophet heard you.”

He looked over at Harry, “And you knew?”

“I’ve only known for a few weeks.”

“How could you, either of you, not tell me about this sooner?”

“Because of the way you’re acting.”

“How should I act, Hermione. You tell me that one of my best friends is sleeping with my worst enemy and I’m supposed to be alright about it.”

“Well…no.”

“No. Exactly.” He shook his head, “You’ll get hurt.”

She sighed as their food was brought to them, and she looked at Ron. He stared at the table, unable to look at her or Harry. She frowned as he started eating, “Ron…”

“What could you possibly say that wouldn’t make me feel betrayed?”

“Why do you feel betrayed?”

“You’re sleeping with Malfoy. I thought that would be obvious.”

She folded her arms over her chest, “That’s right. I’m sleeping with Malfoy.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why Malfoy? Any other man in the world wouldn’t have been as bad as…”

“Because I like being with him. We have the same interests…and…I never feel ashamed when I’m with him.”

“Ashamed? Ashamed of what?” They both watched as her face turned Gryffindor-red and realization washed over them, “Oh. So, is that all you do?” he asked. “You just fuck one another?”

She scowled, “No.”

“What could you possibly have to talk about?”

“Books…he likes to hear about the muggle world, if you can believe it or not.”

“I can’t.”

She was silent for a moment as she stared at her friend. It was a shame that he was so predictable. His reaction was exactly what she expected which was the real reason she wasn’t getting upset with him at the moment. She took a deep breath, “Look, I like being with him. After a year I haven’t tired of his company. I’m happy, most of the time, when I’m with him. The only thing I ever felt bad about was that neither of you knew. I’m not asking for you to be happy with this, but I do want both of you to understand that my decision to be with him hothiothing to do with the two of you and everything with the way I feel about him.”

Ron shook his head, “I don’t like this.”

“sorrsorry you don’t like this, but you really have no say so in it.”

“Then why tell me?”

“Because you’re my friend and you should know what goes on in my life.”

He sighed, “So what do you want here? My approval? My blessing?”

“No. You can’t give those and even if you did I wouldn’t take them.”

“I want to talk to him.”

Her eyes widened, “No.”

“Ron…I don’t think…” Harry started.

Before either of them could stop him, he apparated away. She reached for her purse and threw money on the table to cover her food. And before Harry could stop her, she apparated from the table as well.

*~*

Draco decided to leave his flat, figuring that the best way to avoid being hexed unexpectedly would be to avoid his home. Which was the reason he was now inside her flat looking around. He’d only been there a few times, but never had the opportunity to look around.

It was very tidy. Everything had a place. It almost didn’t look lived in and he figured that had a lot to do with the fact that she was with him more often than not. He walked to her mantel and looked at several of the pictures she had placed up there. One was of her family, but it wasn’t moving. She was standing between her parents, both beaming with pride as Hermione gave a shy smile to the camera. Next to it there was a picture of Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Harry in the middle of his friends and all were smiling at the camera. She did a slight hair flip as the wind blew it into her face.

There were a few more pictures that he looked at, carefully watching her expression in each one. He heard a loud pop behind him, reached for his wand and turned quickly. He found Ron standing in front of him arms folded over his chest, “Didn’t think I’d find you here, did you?”

He put his wand up cautiously, “Honestly, I didn’t give you that much credit.”

“What are you playing at with Hermione?”

“I’m not playing at anything.”

“Why her?”

“Why would I answer your questions?”

Ron removed his wand from his robe, “Because you like where your head is.”

Draco sat on Hermione’s couch and folded his arms across his chest, “Hex me if you like, but I don’t answer to you.”

“Why must you be such an asshole?”

“It comes easily to me. Why do you care what I do with Hermione? She’s a big girl and more than able to take care of herself. Besides, she’s never complained.”

“Is this just to get back at Harry and I?”

“If I was aiming to get back at the two of you, I wouldn’t go through her to do it. If you must know, I enjoy her company.”

He shook his head, “I don’t believe you.”

“Don’t believe me all you want, you wanker. But the truth of the matter is I like being with Hermione and there’s nothing you or Potter could say that would make me stop seeing her.”

“I bet you just love this, don’t you?”

“What?”

“Knowing that it’s upsetting to Harry and I to know the two of you are together.”

He sighed, “Honestly, Weasley, I rarely even give either of you a second thought.” He stood and took a step closer to Ron, “If you have a problem with us being together, that’s fine. But you leave her alone about it. Because if you do anything to make her change her mind about us…I’ll make sure you live to regret it. Are we clear?”

“You don’t scare me.”

“When it comes to you meddling in my relationship with her, you should understand that I would not hesitate to hurt you if you ruin it,” he said before he stalked past Ron and apparated away.

*~*

She found him in his library and breathed a sigh of relief at seeing his rather relaxed posture as he was seated on one of the dark green sofas, a book on his lap, “Hi.”

He looked up at her, giving her a soft smile, “Lunch was a bust, I gather.”

She bit her lip, “Why do you think that?”

“Because Weasley paid me a little visit earlier. Didn’t much figure he would think to go to your place to find me, though.”

“What were you doing in my flat?”

“Needed a place to hide…but that wasn’t a good one, apparently.”

She folded her arms over her chest, “What did he say?”

“Oh, basically that if I hurt you he’d kill me.”

“And what did you say?”

He tilted his head at her, “Well, I said for him to stay out of it…and if he didn’t, I’d make sure he’d live to regret it.”

She sat beside him and heaved a sigh, ”I came here as soon as I left the restaurant, and when I couldn’t find you…either of you, I was afraid something bad had happened.”

He shook his head, “Weasley is fine, even if he is a little more than pissed off. And as you can see, I escaped unscathed.”

She rested her head on his shoulder, “I’m happy to see that.”

“Come on,” he said taking her hand and pulling her behind him as he walked out of the library.

She sighed, “Where are we going?”

He led her past the large staircase and out through the French doors, revealing a large swimming pool. He pulled her blouse from her skirt and began undoing the buttons, “I take it we’re to go swimming?”

He nodded, “How very astute of you.”

She shrugged as he finished with the last button, “Well, I was always pretty intelligent.”

“One of your more attractive qualities.”

He reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, causing her to smile, “I am capable of undressing myself, you know.”

“I do know, but I enjoy doing it.”

He removed her bra and moved his hands to her hips, then around to her rear, giving it a light squeeze before he moved up to the button and zipper. He pushed the skirt over her hips, and she looked down to see it pooled around her feet. She smirked as he began moving kisses over her shoulder. He sank to his knees in front of her and looped his fingers through the sides of her panties and slid them slowly down her body. He placed a few kisses on her lower belly and whispered something against her skin. She tilted her head at him, “What?”

He sighed and smoothed his hands over her bare thighs, “Move in with me.”

Her eyes widened, “Uh…wow, that’s unexpected.”

He stood and smiled, “You’re here all the time anyway. Why not just move your things in?”

She gave him a small smile, “Where would I go when we fought?”

“It’s a big house. You could find somewhere,” he said as he caressed her bare shoulders. She moved her hands up to his shirt and began unbuttoning it, revealing smooth pristine skin. He brushed a few stray curls out of her face and she looked up at him a small smile on her lips.

“You really want me to live with you?”

“Well, you have to admit, getting up and leaving every morning to only go back to your flat and change is getting a bit old. And when I was at your place earlier, I just started thinking about how your place didn’t even seemed lived in.”

“Oh.”

“And then there’s the other thing.”

“What other thing?”

He smiled, “I want you here.”

She smiled then erased the smile, “You realize that this would put us pretty close to a relationship…right?”

“I’m fine with that,” he said, removing his shirt.

She sighed, “This is…this is a big step.”

“I know,” he made quick work of his pants, “I don’t need an answer right now. There are more pressing matters.\"

She smiled, “Such as?”

He wrapped his arms around her, “Such as…how much I want you.”

She nodded, “That is rather pressing isn’t it.”

He leaned down to kiss her and smiled, “Very.” He gripped her upper arms as he pressed his lips against hers. She really did love the way he kissed her. It was consuming, as if her whole being would meld with his. She once believed that she would have a problem feeling like she belonged to someone, that she never wanted to feel like she was the property of another person. But when she was with him, she didn’t mind it so much. He didn’t try to control her or tell her what to do. He was hers, just as much as she was his, and this seemed to work for them both.

She pulled away from him and gave him a rather coy smile, “I think you said something about us swimming.”

He glanced over at the pool, and gave a casual shrug, “We can do this in there.”

*~*

was was laying on her chest in his bed, her eyes closed as he traced nonsense patterns over her soft skin. He slid his fingers over her spine, watching as she shivered in response to his gentle touches. He placed a kiss on her shoulder, then ran his fingers along the side of her breast, getting another shiver.

“I have an odd question for you.”

She let out a soft sigh, but never opened her eyes as she responded, “Alright, ask away.”

“How many men have you been with?”

She opened her eyes and locked eyes with him, “What?”

“I’m just curious.”

“I’m not telling you that.”

“Why not?”

“Because…that has nothing to do with you and I.”

“So?”

She shook her head, “I’m not telling you.”

“I don’t see why it’s such a big deal.”

She sighed, “Because, that’s private.”

“What does it matter? You’re not still sleeping with any of them, so it shouldn’t matter.”

“Draco, I didn’t ask you how many women you’ve been with.”

“Even if you did, I couldn’t give you the right number.”

“Why not?”

“Well, let’s just say that…I started at an early age, and hadn’t really stopped until I got involved with you.”

“So, it was like…what? A different woman every night?”

He seemed to be thinking, when he suddenly sighed, “There’s no right answer, here, is there?”

“You want me to answer your question, then you answer mine.”

He smirked, “Fine. Let me put it this way, during our seventh year at Hogwarts, I had had all the Slytherin girls above fifth year, quite a few of the Ravenclaws, and was slowly working my way through the Huffelpuffs.”

She looked down at the sheets, “That’s…over fifty girls.”

“Yeah. Sounds about right.”

“You slept with fifty different…”

He sighed, “I was popular.”

“Draco.”

He chuckled, “What?”

“I…I really can’t believe that.”

“Alright, I answered your questions. Now you answer mine. How many?”

“Four.”

He bit the inside of his mouth, “Four?”

“Yeah.”

“Names of these four people, please.”

She shook her head, “No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to find them on the front page of the Daily Prophet for having an eye grow out of their forehead.”

He chuckled, ”Alright. Don’t tell me.” He frowned, “Do you…feel differently about me now that you know?”

She sighed, “No. I knew your reputation. I just didn’t know it was quite that many.”

“But you don’t think differently of me?”

“No. It’s the past, and it should stay there.”

He nodded and went back to drawing patterns on her skin, “You didn’t sleep with Potter, did you?”

She smirked, “For me to know…”

“Oh don’t do that,” he said with a playful smirk.

“Do what?” she asked, batting her eyelashes at him.

“Don’t play coy. You didn’t sleep with him, did you?”

She shrugged, “I hardly remember.”

“Granger…don’t do that…don’t pretend…”

She shook her head, “No, I did not sleep with Harry. Or Ron. Does that put your mind at ease?”

He smiled, “Yes.”

She shook her head, “Men…”

He smirked as he climbed to all fours behind her and began placing kisses down her spine. She smiled and closed her eyes as his lips moved slowly, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. He pushed her thighs apart and slid two fingers inside of her as he kissed the small of her back. She moaned and pushed back against his fingers as he moved directly behind her, removed his fingers, causing her to groan, “Draco,” she said through clenched teeth.

But before she could say anything else, he gripped her hips and thrust into her. She gripped the sheet in her hands as he moved inside of her over and over again. Her moans urged him on, begging him to go deeper and harder. He couldn’t get enough of her. Something about being with her, inside of her, made him feel complete. He never really understood that feeling. It was only recently that he’d come to feel put off when she wasn’t around. That was what spurred his invitation for her to move in with him. He wanted her near him all the time, which was something he’d never felt with anyone else. He’d never felt so out of control because of another person before.

But as he watched her clutch the dark green sheets in her hands, panting as he pounded into her, he realized that if she ever did leave him, he’d probably go insane. He could barely go three days without having her, he didn’t know if he could take an extended period of time. He found everything about her sexy, and the sexiest thing about her was how much she seemed to want him. He watched as she licked her lips and closed his eyes as he dug his fingers deeper into her hips, causing her to cry out as he plunged deeper inside of her.

When she came, he knew it was only seconds before he followed her as her inner muscles clinched around him. He groaned as he emptied himself inside of her, feeling almost like he’d never stop coming. He pulled out of her and laid beside her, brushing his fingers through her chestnut colored hair. She rolled over and kissed him, at first just brushing her lips against his until he captured her face in his hands and pulled her against him. She placed her hand on his chest as she pushed away from him.

He took a deep breath as he stared up at her, “I’m addicted to you,” he said softly.

She gave him a shy smile, “I think that’s just about the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

He smiled, “Move in with me.”

She sighed, “You’re sure about this?”

“Yes.”

“I’m a clean freak.”

“I know.”

“I have a cat.”

“I know. Crookshanks.”

She sighed, “I don’t know. If I move in with you…how do you see it playing out?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know. We’ll get on each other’s nerves. You’ll irritate me by your never-ending questions and I’ll aggravate you by my vague answers. You’ll get mad because we never invite your friends to anything, and I’ll get mad because they never invite me to anything.” He sighed, “But mostly, I just see us not being lonely anymore.”

She was silent for a few minutes as she thought about what he was asking, “And you’re sure about this?”

“Yeah. I mean, I’d like to have you around more. Even if that means you have to bring your cat.”

She sighed, “Let me think about it.”

He nodded, “No problem. But for now, I think we should go to sleep because you have exhausted me today.”

“Me? How can you blame me?”

“Easy. You started it all?”

“I beg your pardon. Whose idea was it to have sex in the pool?”

“Who walked in looking fuckable?” he answered casually.

“Oh that’s your defense?”

“Yeah, and I’m sticking to it. So close your mouth and go to sleep or we’ll have to find another way to keep you from talking.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back to his chest, “You really are…”

His eyes were closed as she glanced at him from over her shoulder, “Be quiet, Granger. It’s time for sleeping, not talking.”

“Don’t tell me to be quiet.”

“I’ll make you sleep in the bathroom.”

“You can’t make me sleep anywhere.”

“Granger, for the love of Merlin!”

She smiled at him over her shoulder and placed a kiss on his nose, “Night.”

“Mmmm, you’ll pay in the morning.”

She closed her eyes, “I love it when you collect.”

He smiled as he pulled her tighter to him, and soon, the only the sound filling the room was the sound of their breathing.

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Thanks go to Raffy for betaing...