All the Right Moves

Ron and Harry were sitting in Potions. Harry asked Ron if he knew where Hermione was. Ron nervously replied that he hadn’t seen her. He didn’t know what to do with the situation.

He left in a hurry from there. He was embarrassed that Malfoy had found them in such a position. He should have stayed to help Hermione, but he went with his first instinct and ran. He didn’t want to tell Harry about what happened, so he didn’t say anything.

Harry said, “Draco isn’t here either, you don’t think that they are somewhere together do you?”

Ron, surprised at the question, who hadn’t really thought about the possibility of Hermione and Draco said, “No, of course not. You know how much she hates that ferret.”

Ron secretly thought that Hermione had cursed him or something for catching them in such a compromising position. He figured he would go and check on her once his classes were over and find out what became of her and Malfoy. Hopefully he wasn’t telling people about what they were doing.

Draco woke with a start. He hadn’t realized that he had dozed off. They had been sleeping for about two hours. He heard her gentle breathing and sighed.

He had thought that sleeping with the mudblood would quench his thirst, but he was wrong. He watched her sleeping; she was so peaceful. He knew she was going to be asking all kinds of questions when she awoke, just trying to make sense of everything.

He had been glad to be her first; she would always compare everyone she slept with to him. He liked having that power. It made him feel important. Draco laid there and held her.

She felt good in his arms. He could smell vanilla in her hair; it must be her shampoo. It suited her, and he was taking it all in. He felt like he could lay there with her forever.

There was just one problem, she was his sworn enemy. It wasn’t just that he thought that way; he knew she did too, and he wasn’t ready to risk his heart. Draco was too proud to put himself out there. If anything were to happen it would have to be her to initiate things.

He couldn’t believe that he was even thinking about a potential future with Hermione. He knew his family would never accept her; her friends would never accept him. It was forbidden, taboo, and yet he was drawn to her like a moth to flame. As he was thinking through all of this, she stirred.

She felt someone’s arm on her, and she turned and looked into his gray eyes. She said nothing; she just looked at him and saw that he was deep in thought. He looked at her and said nothing.

If she was going to say it was all a mistake he wanted to give her the opportunity to say it; but if by some miracle she wanted to continue this unexplainable situation, then he was going to let her say so.

Hermione took it all in; she was confused and afraid to say the wrong thing. What if he felt this was a mistake? She had never felt so close to someone but also so far away. She was afraid of his rejection, but she was also afraid that she would go through life never feeling this way again.

So she said, “that was amazing.”

Draco smiled at her; it was the first time she had seen a genuine smile from him, and said, “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. It was a bloody revelation if I do say so myself.”

She smiled back at him. She looked at him hesitantly and said, “I hope this is not too bold to say, but I hope we can do this again. I mean, not as a couple or anything, but just two people that want to have a nice time, you know…”

Draco actually looked disappointed when she said that, but took a breath and said, “you are welcome anytime princess.”

Hermione looked around the room. Draco’s room looked almost identical to hers except his were in his house colors. He had a queen size canopy bed. It was a dark mahogany, and he dressed it with green satin sheets. He had several silver and green pillows. Her room was dressed with Red and Gold.

She looked over at the nightstand and looked at the clock. “Oh my god, we missed class. Snape is going to kill me. What am I going to do, how is it going to look that the head girl is missing classes,” she said.

Draco started laughing and got out of bed and was putting his clothes on. He said to her, “You worry too much. Just tell them you were ill or something. I got to go, take your time, and will I see you later?”

Hermione hesitated and then said, “yes, come see me in my room later.”

Draco walked over to her and kissed her on the lips and said, “until later, my love.”

Hermione could still feel his kiss on her lips. She was surprised that he called her his love, but then that was probably something he said to all the girls he had been with. He was kind of known around the school as a Don Juan, but she was just happy that he found her to be sexy. The whole scenario was not what she imagined, but for the first time in her life, Hermione was glad it wasn’t what she had imagined, it was better.

She had spent the better part of the past few years imagining her and Ron losing their virginity together, and it probably would have had candles and romance, but then the actual act would have probably been bumbling and awkward, and she was content that she lost her virginity to someone who already knew what they were doing. She had not expected to enjoy herself so much. She felt free, and mature, and like she was part of some secret club now, one where she was getting laid, and no one else knew. It was intoxicating.

She kept thinking to how nice Draco had been to her. Could there be some other feelings there? Did they have potential for a future? Surely not, but there was some kind of undeniable force that drew her to him. Was it fate, or was it a secret yearning to do the wrong thing for once in her life? She didn’t know, but she was willing to find out.

As she was lost in her thoughts she heard someone calling her name. She walked out of Draco’s room and who should be standing across the hall outside her room, but Ron. This was the worst timing imaginable. She was glowing and her hair was a mess.

Ron looked at her, but she wouldn’t meet his gaze, and then he knew. “How could you, Hermione,” asked Ron softly. He was more hurt than angry, she could tell.

“Ron, I couldn’t begin to explain what happened, but it didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t real, it was just sex. I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell Harry,” she said.

Ron and her stared at each other for awhile, and he finally said, “Hermione, I won’t tell Harry. You and I have been friends too long for that, but I will not stand by and watch you throw your life away for that ferret. I could kill him right now. I always thought it would be you and me.”

Hermione’s heart broke at that statement. There was a time when all she wanted was that, but how could she tell him that it wasn’t enough for her now.

“Thanks Ron, I still love you, but I want to be your friend. I don’t think now is the time for us. I hope that’s okay. I should have never come onto you today, that was a mistake, but I want things to go back to the way they used to be. Can you do that,” she asked?

“I don’t know Hermione, but I’m going to try. I have a lot of thinking to do, but I want you to know that I will always be there for you. So you and Draco really meant nothing,” he asked?

She looked at him, in her mind she was unsure, but she told him, “of course it meant nothing. Draco and I could never be a Draco and me. It’s preposterous. Besides I’m not that crazy.”

She laughed with him at that, but in the back of her mind there was doubt. The tiniest part of her could see a future of Draco and her.

Ron stayed a little while longer and then left.

Hermione went into the bathroom and turned on the water for a bath. She lit some candles and charmed them into playing some soft music. She then climbed into the tub letting her completely spent body soak in the hot water. She was laying there for a little while when her hands started stroking her body the way she remembered Draco doing it.

She started to feel a tingle. She kept stroking her lips and fantasized about Draco with his tongue and his hands all over her body. She let out a moan and said, “oh Draco.”

What she hadn’t realized that the real live Draco had walked in and had been watching her touch herself in fascination. She was beautiful, and when he heard his name from her lips he had to act.

He went over to a now startled Hermione, and kissed her. He kissed her with such intensity that she was eager to have him again. She pulled him into the bath with her.

Draco was startled because he still had all of his clothes on when she pulled him into the warm bath water. He looked at her, and she searched his face to ensure that he wasn’t mad, and when he smiled at her and started laughing, she laughed too.

“Can’t be patient enough to have me take my clothes off, can you Granger,” he asked teasingly?

She responded by pulling his shirt over his head. While she worked on his shirt, he pulled off his pants and boxers, and was now completely naked with her.

Hermione said, “Accio wand,” which brought her wand flying over to her. She muttered two incantations; the first one which he heard was the same incantation that he used last night to prevent pregnancy, and the second one he could not make out. All of the sudden he felt a new sensation on his cock. It was cool and tingling, and it was enveloped in the warm sudsy water.

“What did you do to me, Granger,” he asked a little anxiously?

“Shh”, she replied,
“you are going to like this.”

She brought him to her entrance and pushed up so that he was in her. As he was thrusting into her hilt, he still felt the cool sensation, which was now mixed with the warmth of her cavern. It was the best feeling he had ever felt. She was getting close, and was panting furiously. He was also getting close, with each thrust into her.

The mixture of the hot surrounding the cool sensations was bringing him to such a heightened state of pleasure. He had never felt anything like it before. Hermione reached down and started massaging his balls at the same time. Draco couldn’t take it anymore, and he came in her. She clenched around him and came at the same time.

“Whatever that was, it was bloody brilliant. You are such a genius,” said Draco.

“You aren’t so bad yourself,” replied Hermione. She felt so relaxed.