It Had To Be You

IT HAD TO BE YOU

Story Begun – 12/26/04
Chapter five begun – 1/28/05
Pissed off break due to having my account deleted from FF.net 2/2-2/13/05
Chapter five completed – 3/23/05

OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: I do not own (unfortunately) any Harry Potter Characters, trains, buildings, etc. That honor is JKR’s - damnit.


OK - Big happy smile, - Now what would Draco be to you? TRICK OR TREAT?? I think you know by now, he’s definitely MY treat! HEHE!

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Ch 5 – TRICK OR TREAT?

Hermione was sitting in Potions class trying her utmost, but failing miserably at keeping in check the impish little grin that was persistently battling to gain control over her features. Her resolve was weakened even more by the sheer, close proximity of the reason for her rebellious smile and good mood.

It was HIM, plain and simple. Her guy…her tall, elegant, handsome, wonderfully frustrating, sexy, prat of a boyfriend…her Draco.

A jittery, giddy feeling swept over her as she thought about all the work and planning that had gone into the special evening she’d put together for the two of them. She truly couldn’t wait.

Hermione wanted to be near him, touch him, taste him, feast on him. Not to mention, she’d been driving Draco (and herself for that matter) crazy from avoiding him and his sweet kisses all week long – ‘What good is a romantic evening if you don’t have the proper build up and anticipation?’ she’d thought, perhaps regretting a little now her self-imposed abstinence.

And Draco hadn’t been the least bit happy about being put off either and had made no bones about letting her know it…Well, what did it matter now – as the day was finally upon them.

In just a few hours time Hermione would have her Draco all to herself, all night long…And she was beyond elated and more than a little scared about the idea. It was Halloween after all. It was a HUGE holiday for the wizarding community and it was their first together as a couple. She wanted to make it a memorable occasion for them…Maybe even one they would come to look forward too and celebrate every year?

A small sigh escaped her lips as she breathed in the faint scent of him…Draco was sitting directly behind her and even though the room was filled with the mixed aromas of herbs drifting through the class she could still pick out his distinctive scent.

Hermione realized she’d know it anywhere now…his smell. And she loved it. If she could bottle it up and luxuriate in it she most assuredly would.

Hermione’s lips curved into a sly, secret smile as she thought about her most recent antics to ensure that she could always have Draco’s scent with her…Last night when said object of her affection was at Quidditch practice she’d crept into his room and stolen one of his pillows and replaced it with one of her own so she could bury her face and wrap her body around him, glorying in his presence, even if she wasn’t ready for the real thing just yet.

Surprisingly it had worked and Hermione had drifted off to sleep reveling in him, the very essence of Draco and dreamed peaceful, happy dreams.

Thinking about touching him, smelling his intoxicating scent so close and feeling his eyes on her, made Hermione’s mind race wildly. A whispered groan escaped her lips and a nervous hand fluttered to her cheek as she felt herself tingling in all of the most inappropriate places causing her to squirm awkwardly in her seat.

Draco, seeing Hermione shifting and fidgeting around in her seat, read her body’s actions quite easily, knowing full well what he was doing to her sitting so close by. He knew how she was feeling because she was having the exact same reaction on him.

He smirked thinking that if Professor Snape happened to choose this particular moment to come stand behind him; he too would clearly see the ‘effect’ the Head Girl was having on Draco. He didn’t worry in the least about his potions partner noticing anything though, Goyle was hard pressed to even acknowledge that he had a cauldron sitting in front of him most days…

Draco chuckled quietly eyeing Hermione as he wondered what she would do if she caught him sporting a massive woody in class! He suddenly wished she were the one sitting next to him, OH the fun they could have. Draco’s mind began working immediately on a plan to get her alone after class for a quick snog. He needed to get her attention, subtly, and he knew just how to do it. Leaning forward in his chair he let out a long, slow breath making sure it blew on the back of Hermione’s neck and his pulse began beating riotously when he saw her shiver.

He felt a hum of satisfaction shoot through his body when Hermione chanced a quick glance back at him and he saw her cheeks turn rosy pink when she discovered his eyes focused intently on her. Draco quirked an eyebrow at her playfully and winked, biting back a grin when he saw Hermione fighting valiantly to keep a wide smile from erupting on her face. He was a little upset when she managed to somehow tear her eyes off of him and turn round to pay attention to class.

Draco wished he could do the same but knew today was already a total waste; for the only thing he was thinking about was how he was going to make his little lioness scream when he kissed and tasted her properly for the first time tonight. THAT was going to be his Halloween treat. He chuckled softly, and HERS too.

Hermione groaned inside, wondering how in the world she was going to be able to keep her feelings for Draco hidden much longer. He certainly didn’t help matters at all – he was such a FLIRT!

With more fortitude than she was aware of possessing Hermione mustered the energy to force her traitorous body to behave and turned her eyes back to the simmering cauldron before her and flicked an impatient glance at Harry, her partner for Advanced Potions.

He clearly had other things, or rather another person occupying his mind today too as he was distracted and nearly missed the appointed time to add the next ingredient to their potion. Hermione tapped a finger on the list sitting between them to remind him and he snapped out of his daze to grin apologetically and whisper his thanks to her under his breath. Hermione nodded and with that managed to pry her thoughts away from Draco and focus on her schoolwork and getting their potion complete and done properly.

Draco, and all his yumminess, was just going to have to wait until tonight, she though resignedly.

As soon as the class ended Hermione was up in a flash. She’d had time to build back up her shaky resolve to keep away from him for just a few more hours and had to get out of there a.s.a.p. or she knew Draco would try to stop her and as she was already desperate to kiss him, hearing another of his pleas in that damn, husky voice of his would finish her.

Sure enough, as if on cue. “Granger, I’d like to have a word with you,” he said smoothly.

Hermione ignored the little spike in her pulse. “Can’t, Malfoy” she replied immediately, “I’ll be late for my next class.” Not even daring to spare him a second glance because she was quite terrified she’d jump him on the spot, Hermione bolted out the door, hot on the heels of Harry.

“Granger! I’m not kidding, I need to discuss Head business with you…Hang on!” Draco demanded.

Hermione slowed and stopped, looking gratefully at Harry who had turned to wait for her. 'Thank goodness’ she sighed, relieved. “I’ll be just a moment, Harry; can you wait?”

“Of course,” was his reply.

Draco sauntered out the door and froze seeing Harry standing patiently next to Hermione. “I need to discuss business with you, Granger, and I’ll not do it with Potter around.” he said scowling and sounding very cranky. When Hermione made no move to leave the safety of Harry’s side, Draco’s eyes lit up suddenly and he moved a step closer, his voice dropping low and deep, “Unless you’d like that. Are you into that sort of thing, Hermione?”

Hermione blushed to her roots, “Certainly not!” she replied crisply. The thought of Harry watching her and Draco was just ‘ewww’ on so many levels that she pushed it immediately out of her mind.

“Into what, Mione?” Harry asked curiously, scowling just a fiercely back at Draco.

“Nothing,” Hermione and Draco replied together, both locking eyes on the other.

Harry cocked his head but remained silent watching the two with wary eyes.

Hermione heaved a sigh. “Okay, Draco, what do you need?”

Draco opened his mouth to reply and she cut him off straight away, seeing the look in his eyes. She KNEW that look very well. He was frisky and when Draco was frisky he got playful, and if he couldn’t relieve his friskiness with Hermione he might be tempted to transfer it into another of his favorite past times, teasing and harassing one always easily goaded Harry Potter. And there was NO WAY she was going to let these two get into a fight and land themselves into detention! Not tonight – He would thank her later.

She put up a finger to his lips and spoke softly, her eyes turning dark with lust at the touch of his lips to her finger, “Before you answer that,” she paused, surprised by the huskiness in her own voice, “I believe that we have an appointment that we’ve already set up well in advance to…erm…go over Head matters this evening. You don’t want to wait until then to TALK?”

Harry groaned, completely missing the heated look pass between them. This was news to him, and he spoke before Draco could. “What? Hermione – no! You’re not spending Halloween evening with this git are you?” he pouted.

Harry knew Ron was going to be very upset, as he was hoping to try and spend the evening with Hermione. And if Ron was upset that meant he was going to be sulking…And if Ron was sulking then he was going to expect Harry to be by his side and Harry had PLANS…This was his and Ginny’s one year anniversary and he didn’t want a mopey best friend derailing his amorous endeavors, no matter how much he loved Ron.

“You want to spend the evening with Hermione, Potter?” Draco asked moving instinctively closer. He couldn’t help the slight possessive edge to his voice.

“What if I do, Malfoy?” Harry shot back instantly. “Mione is my best friend. I can spend any night I want with her!”

Draco’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he took another protective step in between Hermione and Harry. “No – you - can’t.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Malfoy?” They were glaring at each other and this time Harry took a threatening step closer to Draco.

‘Boys…’ Hermione groaned inwardly, rolling her eyes and moving to stand between the two, placing her hand reassuringly on Draco’s arm.

“Ugh…Of course he doesn’t want to spend tonight with me, Draco.” she sighed exasperatedly, “He’s going to be with Ginny…” she said leadingly. “It’s their anniversary tonight…”

“Then why does he want to spend the night with you?” Draco persisted.

Hermione chuckled and shook her head. ‘He’s ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE when he’s jealous.’

Draco was still glaring daggers at Harry, but relaxed a little when he glanced at Hermione and saw her grinning happily up at his frowning face. “He doesn’t.” she answered soothingly, a gentle laugh turning her words into a smile as she looked at Harry, “Tell him, Harry.”

“Why do you care anyway, Malfoy?” Harry snapped, ignoring Hermione. He didn’t like the way Malfoy was looking at her.

“Harry,” Hermione laughed easily and tightening her grip on Draco’s arm ever so slightly. “Draco and I have had this planned for quite a while. We…well, we didn’t realize it was Halloween when we arranged our meeting,” she fibbed, “but its set. It’s not a big deal.”

“Then why can’t he reschedule?” Harry huffed, folding strong arms across his chest. He was taunting Draco; somehow these two boys always knew exactly the perfect buttons to push to get each other worked up in no time flat.

This was no exception. “Why do I need to, POTTER?” came Draco’s dark reply.

“Because, MALFOY, maybe she wants to be with her FRIENDS tonight instead of you!” Draco’s scowl darkened even further.

“Harry!” Hermione reprimanded, “That’s not nice, I have every right to be with Draco tonight! After all Draco is my…well, he’s my…” she caught herself and stopped short. ‘Was I just going to call him my boyfriend?’ she thought wildly, ‘In front of Harry? Oh Dear Lord!’ She looked quickly into Draco’s eyes so intense on hers and felt her cheeks burn. “He’s my friend too. You know that.” Hermione finished a little breathless.

Harry’s eyes narrowed and he only grunted at her and grimaced seeing the triumphant gleam in Malfoy’s eyes.

“Best not to forget that, Potter,” Draco drawled, yanking Hermione a bit closer just to get his point across.

“Besides,” she continued, cutting Draco off and prying herself away from him, “no one is rescheduling.” She looked pointedly at Draco, “And I don’t want to. We have a lot to get in order, Harry and our Head duties come before fun. It’s important to us both, you know that too.” Hermione was speaking as she twined her arm through Harry’s and guided him up the stairs away from any further confrontation. “Tonight, Malfoy.” she called out over her shoulder and glanced once more at Draco before turning back and heading away.

Draco watched them disappear up the stairs through narrowed, stormy eyes, growled and stomped off pouting. Now he was going to be late for class AND he didn’t get his snog in…AGAIN! And, he didn’t even get to properly harass Potter… Worse still, he wasn’t even that upset about it.

Draco sighed grumpily…He was SO whipped.

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As soon as Hermione and Harry rounded the corner away from Draco, Harry stopped and turned to her. “What was all that about back there?”

Hermione looked at him with big, innocent eyes. “What was what all about?”

“Mione…”

Hermione sighed, “Draco is just protective, Harry, that’s all.”

”What?” he sputtered, “Why in the world does he feel the need to be protective over YOU? And why around me?” Harry complained.

“We’re…close now, Harry and he’s cares about me…” she hesitated, “Just like you and Ron do.” Hermione wasn’t going to lie to Harry, but she couldn’t exactly tell him the truth either. Not yet anyway.

Harry blanched. “I doubt that very much. But regardless, Mione I just worry about you. Ron worries about you. ” Harry was looking into her eyes, so deeply and sincerely. She just couldn’t keep this up much longer. She HATED lying to Harry. It was going to devastate him when he found out, more she suspected because she didn’t tell him straight away about her new relationship, rather than the fact that it was Draco she was seeing. At least that’s what she desperately hoped.

Hermione wondered if she SHOULD just tell him about her and Draco. How bad could it be, really? ”Harry, he’s changed. You can trust him; he’s grown up. And, well, I believe with all my heart that he’s a good man, you know?” Hermione said softly.

Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes, “What I KNOW, Hermione is that you’re a good girl. And I don’t want to see you get hurt or taken advantage of.”

‘Now’s your chance to tell him Mione!’ she thought frantically…’But I can’t without first talking to Draco about it…Can I? - No. He’d be crushed and disappointed and she wasn’t going to do anything to hurt Draco ever if she could possibly help it. Harry was just going to have to wait to find out about them another day. She was going to ease into it. She’d start by telling him she’d met someone she liked…

”Draco won’t hurt me, Harry. He cares about me. We are friends you know.” she said truthfully.

Harry sighed, “I know, you’ve told me…repeatedly. Anyway, you’re not the issue. How could anyone not like you?” Harry slung a protective arm over her shoulder as they walked toward their next class, “You know Ron wanted to spend tonight with you…”

Hermione sighed sadly. “Oh, I didn’t actually. I wish he’d said something earlier. I would have scheduled another day with him. Well, I’ll talk to him about it at dinner.” She smiled at Harry reassuringly. “We’ll work it out. I can’t stay away from you two!” she poked Harry in the ribs teasingly and chuckled. “Even if I wanted to.”

“Hey!” Harry laughed as he observed Hermione closely. He had to admit she looked radiant. She’d been happier than he’d ever seen her since the beginning of term and he had no idea what it was that was making her feel so good. He’d thought at first it was her position as Head Girl, but now he thought it must be more than that, and truthfully he really didn’t care as long as she kept that amazing smile on her face and that glowing, contented look in her eyes. “Mione,” Harry sighed, “I just want you to be happy.”

“I am,” she replied smiling.

Harry smiled right back, “I can see that. I don’t know what’s doing it, but I don’t want to ever stop seeing you look this happy.”

Hermione’s eyes softened as she looked at her best friend and impulsively flung her arms around him, embracing him tightly. “I love you, Harry Potter.”

He grinned easily. “How could you not?”

She rolled her eyes at him. “I think that’s the thing I adore most about you, your modesty and humility.”

“Don’t forget my devilishly good looks either.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she agreed solemnly. “Anyway, don’t worry about me! Just take care of yourself and Ginny. The rest will fall into place, I promise.”

He became serious and stared deeply into her eyes. “If you say so, Mione.”

Oh, she did…She did.

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Draco was impatient; he’d been watching Hermione through his fringe of blond lashes as covertly as he could from his seat in the Great Hall. It was dinner and their Halloween feast was almost over and he had as yet to catch her eye.

She was being coy again and it was driving him positively mad with desire.

Draco had been giving her surreptitious glances every since their morning encounter outside Potions, in the rest of their classes, at lunch and in the hallways as he passed her. Yet every time he tried to grab her and spirit her off down a dark hall to do a little snogging Hermione just danced away from him blushing furiously, smiling at him with big, promising eyes and slapping at his hands playfully.

“Hermione,” he’d groaned in a pained whisper, after his most recent attempt to corner her failed, “I want to touch you.”

He’d used his most seductive, low voice to entice her and indeed was rewarded when he’d felt goose bumps break out and brush against his fingertips where he’d managed to grasp her arm before she skittered away.

“Patience, Draco - patience,” was all she’d said, sweeping away from him as she spoke and turning to glance around the halls before blowing him a kiss and retreating.

Draco groaned again as he’d watched her go, his mind surrendering helplessly to the memory of his fingers grazing briefly over her soft skin. HOW did she make him so HOT with just the promise of her beautiful body at his mercy and a kiss blown his way?

He had no idea, but he liked it. Draco decided it was sweet torture.

He knew Hermione wanted him just as much as he wanted her…yet she held him at bay.

WHY?

All of Draco’s waking thoughts this past week were flooded with images of Hermione coming apart in his arms or of how sweet her skin tasted against his lips and how her screams in climax rushed upon his ears leaving him dizzy and longing again to see how sweetly and wholly she gave her trust to him when he touched her.

He needed to touch her again and more…much more.

Draco’s pulse began racing and his groin surged to life as he remembered…His fingers itching at the memory of how tight she was when they plunged into her core, and how wet she had gotten just with his stroking her. A surge of satisfaction and possessiveness washed over him in knowing that was just for him.

HE had made her wet, HE had made her writhe and glory in his touch and when she moaned, it was HIS name she called out in abandon. All Draco could think about since last week when Hermione and he had last touched was getting his hands on her body again.

Since the first time she’d let him bring her to climax they’d only done it once more with mind shattering results. He’d been quite pleased with himself, but unfortunately schoolwork, busy schedules and an overloaded study curriculum had taken their toll on his seduction efforts.

No matter how hard he tried, Hermione simply brushed him away, informing him that she was DEDICATED to not only making sure her class marks were at their best, but that his were as well… ‘How lucky for me.’ he’d thought sarcastically. This, although ultimately beneficial for his future was not making his present any fun at all.

Hermione had promised that this weekend they could have some ‘quality alone time’ as she’d called it and he had been impatiently counting down the minutes...For the only thing Draco wanted to master in at the moment was learning every curve and hollow of his lady’s body…

So here he was, sitting impatiently at the dinner table, unable to eat anything as his mind kept chanting over and over the same thing:

‘It’s Friday night, it’s Halloween, no more TRICKS - Draco wants his TREAT.’

He was being childish he knew, but he’d been deprived of Hermione’s kisses and caresses all week and he simply couldn’t take it anymore.

He was hungry and his hunger needed sating.

Draco was frowning slightly and plotting how to get around going on a torturously slow patrol this evening in favor of more pleasurable pursuits when a school owl swooped down in front of him clattering loudly onto the table and presenting a scaly leg to be relieved of its note.

Draco gulped nervously, using all his will power not to let his eyes stray towards the Gryffindor table, for he could literally feel Hermione’s gaze burning a trail across his body as she watched him.

Steeling his shoulders and focusing on the letter before him, Draco caught out of the corner of his eye Blaise Zabini casually edging closer to him in an attempt to read the note right along with him.

‘Bloody, sneaky prat’ he thought, knowing full well what Zabini was doing, as he’d do the exact same thing if roles were reversed. Draco turned to Blaise and smirked holding up the envelope for him to read. “Nice try, Zabini. But as you can clearly see this has only one name on it and it’s NOT yours, so back off!”

An ebony eyebrow shot up and deep blue eyes twinkled in amusement at the clipped retort from Draco, but he only quirked a lop-sided grin at him before returning to his meal and drawling, “A bit touchy this evening eh, Draco? Your lady holding out on you?” When Draco growled low in his throat and made no further reply, Blaise simply laughed a knowing laugh and clapped his friend on the back. “Well then, best hurry and open it up, mate. Maybe that little love note will take care of your bad mood.”

“Sod off, Zabini,” Draco said unenthusiastically, as he moved the letter under the table to read it privately, knowing full well that he’d NOT denied having a lady…

His heart began racing as he scanned the note:


‘Draco,

All Hallow’s Eve is upon us.

It’s a time for devils to tempt and taunt with wickedly, delightful tricks,

And angels to beckon with enticing, sweet treats…

TRICK or TREAT…

Which will you choose?’


Draco couldn’t help the grin that lit his face momentarily before he carefully folded the note and put it securely inside his robes. He shifted uneasily in his seat as his already half hard erection swelled immediately when Hermione’s tantalizing words sunk in.

His little Gryffindor was continually surprising him.

A decidedly smug smirk settled across his face as he realized he was quite famished and wasted no time tucking in and eating heartily, his mood suddenly quite improved.

It would appear his choice had already been made for him.

He couldn’t wait.

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Hermione watched with satisfaction as Draco sat impatiently fidgeting and trying desperately to make eye contact with her during dinner.

She’d purposely not let him catch her eye once. If he saw the look she had, he’d know she was up to something and she wanted him to be surprised.

True enough, she was rewarded with the glimpse of a genuine smile as he read her note then settled in to eat.

Hermione giggled nervously, not really sure if she was going to have the courage to go through with her plan. But she wanted to please Draco and she was absolutely aching for him to touch her again, not to mention she was more than ready to do some exploration of her own. She’d asked Ron to do her the favor of taking rounds this evening and promised to make it up to him next week and he’d grudgingly accepted…Now everything was taken care of.

Draco had been just about finished with dinner when he saw Hermione smile brightly, lean over and hug the Weasel and then to his great annoyance she kissed the Weasel on the cheek before bolting up from her seat and exiting the Great Hall.

Draco’s eyes narrowed as he watched Weasley’s face carefully while Hermione left. He was not the least bit surprised to see the unguarded heat in the other boy’s gaze as she walked away. Oh, how Draco wanted to pound his face in for looking at HIS girl like that.

Taking a few calming breaths Draco finally raised himself up to leave and upon seeing his shadows, Crabbe and Goyle rise as well told them to forget coming with him. It was Halloween night after all. He gave them his blessing to go and create some mischief in the castle…reminding them to behave and not wreak too much havoc, just have some fun.

Those boys needed to relax and enjoy life a little.

With that he swept from the table avoiding a few hopeful glances from the Slytherin ladies and simply not responding to anymore of Zabini’s cheeky comments.

He had a date with his little lioness and he wouldn’t be late for anything.

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Draco walked with long, hurried strides toward the Head Dorm and reached it in record time thrusting the portrait open and stopping short upon entering the common room, his breath drawn in sharply at the sight that met his eyes.

The room was lit by faintly glowing Jack-o-lanterns and tall gold tapered candles floating about the expansive area. The Jack-o-lanterns were all smiling broadly and a few were winking at him merrily as he stood speechless for a moment. (Although he was quite used to seeing this in the Great Hall, somehow here in the privacy of their dorm it had quite a different, alluring effect.) He took in the crackling fireplace casting its golden glow around the room, adding to the ambiance and making it even more inviting. Draco’s heart began thudding fiercely in his chest and he immediately spun around and cast a locking and silencing charm on the common room door, ensuring no one would be visiting this night…Screw patrol; they were IN for the evening.

He spun back around again, his mind processing what he was seeing…’She did all this for me?’

“Hermione?” he called out. No answer. “Hermione, where are you?” he called out again. No reply. For one brief, completely irrational moment he worried that perhaps Hermione decided she didn’t want to be with him after all. ‘What if she WAS with Potter?…’

As his eyes drifted up to the ceiling he realized that was ridiculous of course, look at what she’d done already, just in the common room. Only then did he notice that the stairway to her bedroom was lit with glowing candles. He took the steps two at a time and turned the knob forcefully…It was locked.

His fist was poised to pound on the door to demand entrance when he spotted the note. His gaze narrowed as he tugged it off and opened it quickly, his eyes darting across the page, his breath caught again at what he read:


‘Draco,

Trick or Treat?

Naughty or Nice?

Which is your choice?’


Draco considered the note, ‘Trick or Treat…Naughty or Nice?’

Everything about this note was the essence of Hermione.

He wondered if SHE was a trick? He’d thought this before and couldn’t help but think it again after reading her telling words. Was fate showing him what he could never have, giving him just a hint of what he truly desired, but ultimately would never be able to keep? Or was Hermione the treat? Would she be the unbelievable gift that the naughty, little, spoiled boy that he was didn’t deserve, but that he was going to get anyway?

He didn’t know. That question had yet to be answered, but with each day that passed he realized that whether he deserved her or not, no longer mattered. He WANTED to keep her with him... 'Forever?’ his mind whispered to his spirit… 'Always?’ his heart whispered back and his body tingled its accordance… 'YES.'

His eyes shifted to the note again, the words taunting him…Naughty or Nice?

Although his Slytherin nature was inclined to choose Naughty…Everything about Hermione was the exact opposite.

He had gone against his nature and listened to instincts where she was concerned. He’d listened to his heart and he hadn’t been let down yet, so for him there really was no other choice…’NICE’ was what he picked.

He tried the door again and still it wouldn’t open.

“Nice, Hermione!” he said hoarsely, “I pick NICE!” he shouted, trying the door again, not even bothering to disguise the urgency in his voice. “GRANGER! Open the door!” he commanded.

The door unlocked and he heard her voice, soft and a little shaky. “Draco, come in.”

Not pausing for a moment he flung the door open wide and strode through, stopping dead in his tracks once again, at the sight before him. “Oh bloody, bloody hell,” he moaned as his loins roared back to life.

There before him was Hermione Granger in all of her radiant glory, dressed from head to foot looking every bit of what she truly was…

An angel.

Hermione, complete with a glorious set of fully extended, snowy white wings and an all together sexy, little halo bobbing around about an inch above her piled up curls; was wearing a long, silken white gown that dipped low in the front, hugged and silhouetted every curve of her body and was held in place by two large, golden hoops at her shoulders.

Draco was truly speechless.

Draco’s mouth went dry as he memorized and savored every square inch of the beauty before him. He’d always known she was beautiful; Hermione was filled with light and graciousness that spilled from her spirit and lit a room with her presence, it made her irresistible and attractive…But tonight, standing here before him, he was truly overwhelmed with her physical presence, with her physical beauty. It hit him with so much force that he took an involuntary step backwards, his eyes never leaving her, burning a hot trail over her body.

This very moment, he decided right then and there, would be THE MOMENT he would recall when taking his final breath of life. His Hermione, his angel sent down from the gods above to bless him for some unknown reason.

Finally, Hermione shifted uncomfortably under his smoldering gaze and asked shyly, “Do you like your Halloween treat?”

Draco’s eyes went slowly down to her chest where her nipples were hard and begging him through the thin material to touch them, and slid back up to her face, which was turning an adorable shade of pink and getting darker every second.

He could only make a low, guttural growl in reply as he moved to her in an instant and wrapped his arms around her waist engulfing her in a breathless, passionate kiss. Her pink lips were open for him before he even touched her and his tongue danced, flicked and swirled around hers possessively as he kissed her with as much wild passion as he had with their very first kiss.

She threaded her fingers into his silky hair pulling him hard up against her and moaned softly at the assault of powerful emotions that were washing with abandon over her. She feasted on the touch of Draco’s hands busy gliding gently over every inch of her silk covered skin leaving her trembling and gasping into his mouth, encouraging him even more as he began moving them backwards toward her bed.

When the back of her legs hit the bed they opened their eyes and he moaned, “Merlin, Hermione, how am I supposed to behave when you present yourself to me looking like this?”

Hermione blushed again, her heart beating so loudly she was sure he would hear it, she felt it with each breath she took. “Maybe I don’t want you to behave tonight…”

Draco eyed her and growled pulling her away from the edge of the bed as he began slowly circling her, taking in the plunging back of her dress, exposing lots tantalizing skin and the huge angel wings that were slowly, hypnotically swishing back and forth. “Are those going to stay on all night?” he asked curiously, as his hand caressed one downy wing.

She grinned and chuckled. “Oh, I actually forgot they were there.” She summoned her wand and said a quick spell and they vanished. “I was going for the dramatic effect. I wanted to make sure I got your attention.” she said breathlessly and blushing even more as Draco’s hands began sliding up and down her exposed back.

“Oh, Miss Granger, you DEFINITELY got it,” he whispered in her ear, sending goose bumps shooting up all over and leaving her nipples tingling almost painfully in anticipation. He nipped at the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder and began kissing his way back up to her ear again where he purred. “You should know by now, Hermione that the ONE thing that turns a devil on more than anything else in this world, is an angel.”

She caught her breath as his hands slid around her waist from behind, pulling her back up against his chest. His hands roved across her smooth stomach and up to caress and mold her breasts in his anxious palms. She was breathing hard as he pulled her back against him even closer and she felt his erection through his school robes and pants. “Are you implying that you’re the devil, Mr. Malfoy?” she panted.

“Oh, Hermione, I can be. I SO can be. If that’s what you want.” He turned her around. “Is that what you want, Hermione?” He didn’t wait for an answer, his lips capturing hers again in a slow, heated kiss, their mouths open and their hands twining in each other’s hair pulling one another even closer together.

He nipped and tugged on her bottom lip, just the way she liked it and she flicked her tongue around his, making him catch his breath and groan. Draco pulled away from her then and tore open his robes, his eyes raking over her again hungrily as he began undressing. “Don’t you dare get rid of that halo,” he rasped, “I may lose it completely just watching it bob up and down upon your head like that.”

Hermione looked at him oddly and burst out laughing. “Who knew, you have an ANGEL fetish!” She stepped closer and took his hands off of his shirt and continued undressing him. “If I’d known THAT was all it would take to get this kind of reaction out of you, I would have done this AGES ago.” Hermione freed him of his shirt, pulling it off of his back and letting her hands run over his chest making him shiver at her touch.

He chuckled, “I told you devils LOVE angels. We LIVE to corrupt them…” His eyes had turned very, very blue. “Are you going to let me corrupt you, my little angel?” he asked quietly, as his fingers grabbed the golden loop at her shoulder and dragged it slowly down her arm baring one breast to him. He groaned, whispering something about heavenly angels and bent down over her taking it in his mouth and she let out a soft moan.

Hermione gasped, “Oh God, Draco, I…I’ve missed you.” She trailed off not knowing how to tell him she missed his touch, she missed the way his hands went over her body and how she wanted him to never, ever stop touching her. Draco grinned as he flicked his tongue over the pink tip of her nipple and he nipped and tugged on it, holding on to her nipple with his teeth as she pulled back until she couldn’t take it anymore and lunged forward, grasping his shoulders and sucking in her breath from the sweet pain.

Draco released ler breast and she grumbled in protest only to be surprised when he took the other nipple, still covered by the material into his mouth. He laved at it and suckled on it until the silk was practically transparent and began nipping and tugging on it the same as its sister. Hermione groaned loudly, finding the added stimulation of the material that much more enjoyable, and somehow a little bit naughty. She decided she liked it very much.

Hermione began writhing her hips and rubbing her thighs together to try and relieve the growing ache and Draco groaned out, “Bed...”

Hermione nodded. “Yes, yes.”

Draco wasted no more time, sweeping her into his arms and moving toward her bathroom door. “What? Where are we going?” she stammered.

Draco grunted pushing her bathroom door open and biting out “Alohamora!” to his adjoining door, which swung open at his command. “MY bed.” he panted carrying her across the room to his bed, “I want you in my bed tonight. I want you on my sheets, I want your hair spread out on my pillows…” She gasped at his words and buried her head in his shoulder and nodded, kissing his neck and darting her tongue into his ear, smiling when he shivered and moaned.

Draco laid her down and she sat up on her elbows looking into his eyes. Hermione was contemplating her decisions for this evening. Was she ready to let him make love to her? That’s what she wanted it to be after all…making LOVE, not just shagging. And as much as Hermione wanted Draco, he still hadn’t called her his girlfriend or said anything about any long-term plans. That scared her because Hermione wanted long term with Draco. She wanted FOREVER with him, she just wasn’t sure he felt the same way…

Although, at the moment, looking at him standing over her with that possessive, primal glint in his eyes and the way he was admiring her, she did want to have sex with him very much. She wanted to feel what it felt like to have Draco inside her, thrusting deep into her body and to be connected to him in that way.

Draco watched her closely, seeing the contemplation in her eyes and he knew why. He couldn’t blame her for being hesitant to let him take her. He knew he was being a coward by not declaring himself to her. He wanted Hermione to be his and he knew if he didn’t tell her soon there was a chance, more than a chance actually that someone would come along who WOULD tell her how they felt. And Draco knew exactly who that someone was…Weasley. Weasley had been stupid and crazy not to pursue her so far, but now Draco had her and he couldn’t take the chance of losing her. Now was the time to tell Hermione how he felt, he just didn’t know how to go about doing that.

Draco would figure it out though. It was pretty easy being with her, so telling her shouldn’t be that hard either, he hoped.

Slowly Draco unbuttoned his pants, his eyes fixed on Hermione as she watched, captivated, excited and scared out of her wits. This was the first time he was undressing in front of her other than his shirt and as much as she wanted it, she was still apprehensive. His gaze was searing into her soul as he slid his pants down and she locked onto his black boxers, his bulge straining against the smooth material and giving Hermione her first clear view of ALL that Draco had been keeping in his pants.

If she hadn’t been so mesmerized by the site of Draco’s penis outlined so clearly against his boxers she would have been embarrassed at her boldness, but she REALLY wanted to look at him, to touch him - THERE. Her eyes drifted up to his and locked.

“Do you like what you see, Hermione?” he croaked, her stare and the way her chest was heaving was making him harder than he thought he’d ever been before. “This is what you do to me. This is the effect you have on me by just looking at me with those eyes of yours, or my grazing your cheek or kissing your shoulder. This is only for you.”

She trembled and sucked in her breath; Draco had NO idea how powerfully his words affected her. It was one of the things she loved most about him, how he not only seduced her with just a look in his eyes or with his body, but with his words. The way he spoke, the timbre in his voice when he looked at her, always left Hermione panting and squirming under his intense stare. This moment was no different.

“Oh, Draco,” was all she could squeak out as she held her arms out to him. He crawled onto the bed slowly reaching for her, pulling her close, wrapping her in a protective embrace and capturing her lips in another heated exchange. His tongue was thrusting in and out of Hermione’s mouth hinting to her what he wanted to do as his fingers found the other loop holding her dress up and pulled if off her shoulder and arm, tugging it down further so that the dress pooled around her waist. As he moved closer, Draco could wait no longer to touch her and pulled away from her lips, breathing hard as he wordlessly grasped the silky material and began shifting it off her hips. Hermione lifted her hips and he groaned at the way the silk floated down her legs.

Draco let out a low growl upon pulling the dress off completely, to discover that she was naked underneath. He whispered almost reverently, “Merlin, Hermione - you’re so beautiful.” His hand slid around an ankle and then up her leg and thigh, caressing the curve of her hip up to cup a breast and gently squeeze a pebbled nipple, reveling in the way she sighed at his touch, as he continued up her chest to caress her cheek and drag his thumb across her bottom lip before kissing her thoroughly. His passion quickly turned their kiss into a frenzied clash between tongues thrusting and swirling against each other until they were panting and clinging to each other urgently.

Hermione responded just as fervently to him, arching into his touch and running her hands up and down Draco’s arms and across his broad back, letting her hands stray lower to tentatively cup Draco’s bottom and give it a gentle squeeze. He moaned into her mouth at her touch and purred on her lips, “It’s time for my Halloween treat to, YOU, Hermione.” His deep voice making her body quiver, “Are you ready?” He looked into her eyes and she gulped and finally nodded. He grinned at her worried expression. “I promise, you’ll like it…”

She nodded again and he leaned over to dart his hot tongue into her ear tracing the seam of her ear as he whispered softly all the things he wanted to do to her, causing Hermione to squirm in anticipation and continue on with her shy exploration of his body.

Draco kissed his way down her jaw, lower still to kiss her neck and stopping at the base of her neck and shoulder to suck and nip on a spot that always set Hermione moaning uncontrollably. He concentrated his efforts biting and laving her sensitive skin, not stopping until he was satisfied he’d marked her as his, pulling back for a moment to grin and admire his work then dropping his head to her chest, twirling his tongue around one areola and nipple than the other, sucking and pulling on them more greedily and ardently than he had ever before.

One of Draco’s hands started running up and down Hermione’s hips and belly, gliding up her inner thigh and barely pausing before placing his palm firmly at the juncture between her thighs and squeezing it gently. She gasped at his intimate touch and his eyes lifted from her chest to lock onto hers as his fingers slid surely between her wet folds watching with satisfaction as her eyes darkened and dilated with lust. Draco’s fingers slid over her entrance and then up to rub across her sensitive nub and back down again.

Hermione’s eyes slid closed and she immediately began moving her hips with his hand and making little, quivery gasps and cooing noises that fueled him on. When he felt her juices dripping from his fingers he growled unable to hold himself from tasting her any longer. Draco pulled away from her breasts and began kissing and nipping his way slowly down Hermione’s belly, letting his tongue swirl around her bellybutton and grinning as she groaned and squirmed impatiently; her fingers threading through Draco’s fine hair, and, Draco could have sworn, gently nudged him downward. Needing no further invitation, Draco settled himself between her legs, his eyes lit with a hunger that set Hermione’s blood rushing loudly through her ears. She was anxious and nervous, she wanted Draco to touch her, kiss her and as he lowered his head between her legs he smiled at her and let his eyes slide closed as his tongue slowly slipped inside her wetness, finally tasting her like he’d dreamt of doing for so very long.

Draco sighed contentedly and let himself go, he was going to make Hermione his, brand her, and ensuring that with each stroke of his tongue, with each flick and caress of his lips on her that she would only be his. That she would only respond to him. He greedily lapped and sucked, twirling his tongue around Hermione’s nub and sliding down to breach the barrier of her entrance as far as he could thrusting his tongue inside her and groaning her name over and over again, flicking and sucking and darting his tongue into her most sensitive areas until she grasped his head with desperate fingers, grinding her hips into his face as hard as she could against him in a frenzied attempt to ease the pressure that was steadily building up between her thighs..

Hermione was panting and moaning Draco’s name, completely lost as to how loud she was, the only thing she was concentrating on was how Draco was making her body feel and how utterly erotic it was to see him with his golden head between her legs, his eyes flashing with desire and something else, something deeper that made her moan even more as rational thoughts finally faded away to be replaced by an uncontrollable heat surging through her loins. Hermione began jerking, her legs shaking as she neared her climax. Draco sought out Hermione’s hand with one of his and twined his fingers through hers and they clung to each other tightly. She was writhing and thrashing about almost beside herself now and Draco’s free hand slipped between her legs, his fingers thrusting into her entrance making Hermione buck her hips and she let out a startled cry.

Draco’s voice was hoarse as he lifted his head to watch her climax, “Don’t hold back, Love. Cum for me, Hermione. Let go.” Hermione’s hips were grinding into Draco’s hand and without warning her orgasm surged upon her, overtaking her body in wave after wave of the most intense contractions she’d ever felt. Hermione’s gasps and deep groans filled Draco’s ears and her scent swept across his senses, leaving him numb with the need to fill her completely.

He bent his head again and lapped up the wetness from her climax as she shuddered and wriggled beneath him, she was still so incredibly sensitized. Draco pulled back and looked at Hermione and quirked a sexy half grin at her. She was panting, her curls now tumbled free from their confines, splaying on his pillow and he chuckled.

Hermione cracked an eye at him and after a moment gasped out, “What?” Her eyes sliding closed again, “What’s so funny?” she asked, a little worried that maybe her reaction to his kisses was more than he was expecting…

Draco nodded his chin up at her, “Look above your head, my little angel.” Hermione peeled her eyes open and looked up, managing a weak smile. She’d forgotten about her halo. It was dutifully stationed above her head moving with her as she tilted her chin up to glance at it.

“Oh that.” She lifted a heavy hand and swatted at it, however it simply moved out of her hand’s way and returned once again to sit above her head after she let her arm drop mumbling tiredly, “Oh, forget it.”

Draco chuckled and placed another kiss at the dark curls between her legs and moved to rest beside her on the pillows. “So?” he inquired, once he was sure she’d sufficiently got her breath back, “Did I succeed in corrupting my innocent angel?”

Hermione sighed contentedly and turned to face him, her answer forgotten as her eyes traveled over him now and she realized with a start he was still in his boxers. Her face pinked immediately as she saw the prominent bulge straining to get out and a dark stain where his tip was weeping through the material. Hermione reached out a hesitant hand to stroke him, her eyes meeting his, cautious, begging him for guidance.

Draco’s eyes widened and he licked his lips, silently reaching out his own hand to lead hers to stroke his penis over the material of his boxers. He let out a low moan at the contact and his hand curled over hers as he guided her over his length. Soon Hermione’s moves were more confident and Draco’s hand fell away as his breathing became labored and heavy. “Off” he panted soon after, his eyes pleading with her and she let go of him as he groaned in protest at the loss of her touch. Hermione moved shaky fingers around the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, Draco raised his hips to help and tugged them the rest of the way off his legs, tossing them away.

“Hermione,” he said in a shaky voice, “you don’t have to do this if you’re not ready…” Hermione shook her head reaching to stroke his length and marveling at the differences in a man’s and a woman’s body.

“I want to touch you too.” she said quietly. ‘So much.’ She was taken by how smooth and soft his skin was and how HOT it was. He was long, she wasn’t sure maybe 7 ½ or so inches, maybe a little longer and when she grasped him, her hand could just grip him all the way around. She was fascinated at how his penis was standing proudly at attention and was surprised that it was an almost angry shade of violet. Her eyes flicked up to his at the first gentle touch of her hand to him. She stroked him slowly and flinched when he gasped, “Did I hurt you?” she asked, scared.

Draco shook his head “No, Love…no, no” he trembled a bit and his eyes fluttered as the tip of his penis began weeping again. Hermione’s eyes widened and she whispered, “Show me how to please you, Draco.”

Her words alone left him breathless and he instantly grasped her hand firmly in his showing her how to stroke him and encouraging her with his groans of approval and words of praise at how good she was making him feel. Draco’s hand dropped away and he watched with lust filled eyes as Hermione brought him with each stroke of her hand nearer and nearer to his own release. He was already so aroused from watching Hermione and from having an erection for most of the day that in just a few more strokes he moaned and wrapped his hand tightly over hers grasping him harder, moving faster and faster until he cried out, “Oh, Mione can’t wait any longer…Oh sooo goood….” Draco’s hips bucked up off the bed as he came with strong, authoritative thrusts, his seed spilling across his abdomen and into their entwined hands.

Draco groaned, his mind shutting down completely for a few glorious seconds as he trembled and his entire body shuddered. His hand fell away from hers and he dropped his head to his pillow, waiting for his heart to stop thudding ferociously in his chest. After a few minutes he opened his eyes and looked at her his eyes lighting up and he grinned wolfishly.

“You’re looking at it again, aren’t you?” she asked, referring to her halo and smiling sweetly at him. Some of her shyness was melting away as she became more comfortable with his exposed body.

He nodded, his voice low and husky, “I can’t tell you what it did to me to watch you touching me with that little halo bobbing around above your head.” Hermione rolled her eyes. “I never want you to get rid of that thing.” he stated. “It will remind me always of what you are.”

“And what is that exactly?” she asked.

“An angel of course,” he replied, his face becoming suddenly serious. “ Hermione, are you OK with, with this?” Draco wanted her to touch him so desperately, but he just didn’t want to rush things. He would have been willing to wait longer. “I just don’t want to do anything you don’t want…” He trailed off as Hermione leaned over him and kissed him soundly.

“I wanted to very much,” she blushed, “I want to again.”

Draco smiled and leaned back resting his head on his hands, looking quite smug. “You want to again, eh?” Hermione nodded shyly. “So do I.” They smiled at each other for a long moment before Draco said softly, “You know that’s what you truly are to me, don’t you?”

“An angel?” she said quietly, looking down to avoid his eyes. “I’m no angel, Draco, just a woman.” she chided gently.

He shook his head tipping her chin up to meet his eyes. “Oh yes you are, Hermione. You’re MY Angel.”

‘Now’s the time,’ his mind shouted, ‘Tell her now Draco.’ Turning his head to make sure he caught all her reactions, he posed his question. “Why do you like me?”

Hermione blinked, she certainly hadn’t been expecting a question like that at this particular moment. She flushed slightly, but never thought about not giving him a truthful answer. “I like you for so many reasons.” she said quietly.

“They would be?”

“I like you because you’re honest.”

“Honest?” he quirked an eyebrow.

Hermione nodded. “Yes, honest. Even when I didn’t like you very much, I never doubted your honesty or convictions to your beliefs.” He studied her carefully, looking suddenly sad. Hermione noted his expression, “Don’t be upset, Draco, the past is the past. I didn’t like you, but I always knew you were honest, sneaky maybe,” they grinned at each other, “but honest. It was your honesty that brought us together after all.” He nodded and she touched his cheek, letting her fingers graze along his jaw line.

“Anything else?”

She flushed slightly and plopped back on her pillow. “I like you because you’re smart and opinionated, passionate, sincere and you’re loyal.”

“Nothing to say about my startling good looks?”

Hermione sniffed. “Any reflective surface will tell you that. You don’t want me to point out the obvious, you’re deeper than that, you want more.” Her voice trailed off as Draco sat up and leaned over her, his arms resting on either side of her body. Their eyes locked and she caught her breath at the depth of emotion she saw in his silvery, blue gaze.

“You’re right about that, Hermione,” he said, the deep timbre of his voice sending little shockwaves over her body. “I do want more. So, so much more.” She looked at him expectantly, hopefully. "I, Hermione, I want you…” he trailed off. How could he say this? “I want you with me. I don’t want you to be with anyone, BUT ME.” He grinned sheepishly at her, “I’ve felt this way for quite a while, I just wanted you to know how I feel. To make it official.” Draco’s face suddenly filled with concern as he gazed at her. “That is, if that’s what you want?”

Hermione smiled. “There’s no way I would be here with you right now if I didn’t already feel the same way.” she said simply.

Draco’s eyes widened and Hermione noted the excited look in their silver depth. “Then its official.” He flashed a dazzling smile and she beamed at him. “You’re mine.” He threaded his fingers with hers and kissed the tips gently. “My Hermione, my angel.”

Her heart fluttered wildly and she smiled and nodded. “I’m all yours.” She leaned over and kissed him sweetly. “And you’re mine.”

Draco grinned and pulled her close, wrapping her tightly in his embrace and kissing her more soundly as she snuggled against his chest and sighed contentedly. “Happy Halloween, Hermione.”

“The happiest,” she replied as she drifted off to sleep in her boyfriend’s arms.

Hermione had no idea what was in store for the two of them in the future, all she knew was that in this moment she was the happiest and most content she’d ever been and not the least bit scared at realizing that with each day that passed she was falling more and more in love with one, Draco Malfoy.

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A/N: OK ALL, what did you think? I think it turned out quite well. I addressed the issue of people not seeing any interaction between Hermione and Draco and the other students...I think the little Harry/Draco banter was fun as usual- ALWAYS a fav of mine, their chemestry and the heated dynamic between them.

So, this was a telling chapter, as you know we're half way through the story so the emotions and feelings are going to be much more prevalent from this point on.!

Thanks all,

Lorett