Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover

So far it wasn't bad. Malfoy didn't bug her like she thought he would, which considering their history was a tad strange. She knew she saw him, saw him looking under the table. But why wasn't he saying anything? Plus the fact was that she couldn't quite look at him in the same light, not after witnessing that scene in the broom closet.

Malfoy moaning her name! Hers, not Pansy's, not even the girl he was shagging. But hers! She just didn't understand why it was such a big deal. It's not like it would change anything. He was still Malfoy, and she was still Hermione.

But it did change. He was in someone else's cunt, and he was moaning her name. She glared into the distance and tried to put this into perspective. Although Malfoy had called a truce to their insane hatred for each other, that didn't mean he could go around saying her name in such an intimate manner.

When did Malfoy start seeing her as anything but a Mudblood? It just wasn't plausible. But, she couldn't get the thought of him from her mind. The way he clutched at that girl and took her as hard as he possibly could. The way he moaned, 'Hermione,'

She shut her eyes and tried to think of something that wasn't as revolting. But she couldn't. For some reason it was addicting. Was he moaning her name because of what happened in the Great Hall? Was it because he had seen her giving Ron a hand job, and he immediately felt the need to relish it in someone else's body?

No! It just wasn't right. Ugh, this was going to drive her mad for the rest of her life. She turned around and headed for the Gryffindor common room. She was happy that all of her classes were over for the day. And she was thanking Merlin that tomorrow was Saturday. She lied down on her bed, and shut her eyes from the light that came in through the window behind her.

This was so...so... complicated. It didn't mean anything, it shouldn't mean anything. Who cares if he moaned her name? Right? It wasn't important enough to want to tear out all her hair for.

She finally closed her eyes, two and a half hours later, for a short nap.

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When she finally woke up later that day, she was met with darkness. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was around 6 o'clock, and decided that she should eat and find Ron, for another round of what she called 'Foreplay.'

She smiled, remembering the look of pure lust in Ron's eyes. Now, there whole relationship- if you could call it that began the year before at the Burrow. Hermione had woken up in the middle of the night in need of the washroom and she just happened to catch Ron taking his late nite showers.

She almost fainted when she saw water glistening down his pale chest, and it was chiseled as well. He had been doing something that she never knew was so erotic. He was stroking his member, beating the flesh so fast she couldn't tell where his hand was. The sight turned her on so fast that she let out a loud moan that drew Ron's attention from his cock to her flushed face.

He smiled and she turned even redder. He motioned for her to come over, and the next thing she knew she was flat against the wall, the water pouring down on top of us, with his wonderful, full and sensual lips pressed against hers.

'You know why I do this?' he growled against her ear, once he had pulled away.

'Why?' she asked, trying to keep from attacking his form.

'Because you drive me crazy Hermione, I wanted you for years, but I have to resort to getting off at 3 in the morning to the thought of you bending over with my dick in your cunny,' he said, licking the shell of her ear.

Hermione closed her eyes. She had no idea that Ron was so...so.. seductive. It was primal and undeniably sexy, that she was the reason he was doing this. Plus the words he used to describe what could be just send a pool of wetness to soak her knickers.

'Ron,' she moaned. He pushed himself against her, again and again. Teasing her center with his hard cock. Oh, Merlin, she was going to fall over.

And that was when it began, the daily fucks between her and Ron. She knew he felt more for her, and at a time she could've said she felt the same way but it wasn't as exciting as it used to be. The shag they had two days okay was over-powering, Hermione suspected that Ron was learning different ways to excite their sex life. The fact that he took her so hard against the wall in that classroom, and manged to still make her sore today was astonishing. Normally Ron was so gentle and seductive, but it wasn't what she would call the most exciting shags she ever had, she would come and he would come, but there was always something missing. Something ravishing and taboo, something so naughty that it could literally make her come on the spot.

Reaching the common room, (she was already dressed when she took the nap) she found Ron on the coach with Harry. Although Harry was smart, he had no idea what Hermione and Ron did when he wasn't around, and although that was exciting, it wasn't enough for her.

Ron winked at her and she smiled. Harry didn't look suspicious, so that was good.

'What are you guys doing?' she said, sitting down beside Ron, and Harry.

They cuddled up to her and she laughed. They were all 17, except her whom was 18 and they were acting like children. But she guessed it was better then reminiscing about the upcoming war. They talked strategies and what the history of the last war that occurred when Voldemort was after all the muggle-borns.

'We were just talking about Quidditch,' Harry said, grinning like a simpleton. It touched her. He has lost everything he had ever known and to this day he could still form a smile on his face. She shook her head. Now wasn't the time to be sad, she was with her friends, that's all that mattered.

'Of course you were,' she mumbled in return, trying to keep the tears in. As if sensing she was emotional, Ron's arm slithered around her neck pressing her into his side, where he breathed in her ear and murmured that she was still so beautiful this late in the day.

'Suck up,' she said, tickling his tummy.

'Let's meet tonight, the same classroom at midnight,' he whispered in her ear, and she clenched his hand in response.

'How bout we all go down for dinner?' Harry said, getting up and walking towards the portrait hole.

Ron and Hermione followed after him, smiling and laughing about it was a whole hour early till they serve food.