Restless

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Hermione woke slowly, trying to recapture fragments of one of the most incredibly erotic dreams she had ever had, one that had involved a certain platinum haired Slytherin.



She came fully awake when a rock hard arm pulled her tightly against an even harder body. She opened her eyes, blinking against the bright sunshine that streamed through the window. Oh goddess, it hadn’t been a dream. She was lying partially on top of Draco Malfoy, in his bedroom. Last night had been real. It had been amazing, no, beyond amazing, it had been bone meltingly hot, so much more than she could have possibly imagined.

She suddenly realized she was naked and she wasn’t the only one sans clothing. Draco lay next to her just as naked as she. Even after everything they had done last night, she felt the blood rush to her cheeks as her eyes drank in the sight of him. One of her legs lay over his and her head was nestled against his broad chest. She slowly glanced down his body and took in the broad chest, flat pale, pinkened nipples, lovely defined abs and a white-gold trail of hair that began just below his navel and travelled down towards a small cushion of platinum curls where his cock lay partially in slumber. As beautiful as he had been in the moonlight he was amazing when kissed by the sunlight.



Hermione sighed, breathing in his masculine spicy scent. She'd never felt so in harmony with her body, deliciously sore from head to toe. She felt completely satisfied for the first time in her life. She then frowned. She was in bed with the Head Boy, what had she been thinking? She needed to escape. To think. To contemplate what this all meant. Now, how to do that without waking the sleeping dragon?

She very carefully and very slowly, eased herself out of his arms. She tiptoed around the room, picked up her clothing from where it had landed. Quietly, she slipped out of his room and dashed into hers. Shutting the door behind her, she rested her forehead against the wood and closed her eyes, flushing hotly as she remembered the details of the prior evening.



What would happen now? Were they together, a couple? If they weren’t, did she continue to be reserved and cool? What if last night was just entertainment for him? A fluke, an anomaly? Hermione felt her stomach knot as she pictured Draco in bed with another girl, hell, with more than one girl. After all, he did have a bit of a reputation. And, she could now personally attest to the fact that reputation was very well earned. She fought down a wave of jealousy. She had no right to it. In her heart, she might belong to Draco forever but to him, this may have been just a one-night instance. She needed to lose the girlish fantasies. Damn, couldn’t she just let herself enjoy the moment. Why did she have to over think everything? Could she dare to hope he might want more than last night? Gods, she hoped so. If not, then she’d want to be swallowed up whole and forgotten about if this had all been some grand scheme to humiliate her. Feeling conflicted, she showered and dressed then headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast.



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Merlin, he was sex on stick.

She watched him stride into the Great Hall, noticing how many female heads turned to admire the view. His robes billowed around him; his lean muscled body pure perfection from the last six years playing Quidditch. He walked confidently to the Slytherin table, sat in his usual spot next to his cronies and began to spoon different dishes onto his plate while pouring himself a glass of pumpkin juice. Hermione watched and appreciated every graceful movement of his strong hands and couldn’t help put appreciate the sensualness of his mouth as he ate.



She blushed as she recalled last night and what that mouth and those hands done to her.

“’Mione, Hermione,” Ginny nudged Hermione’s arm to get her attention. “You haven’t heard a word I’ve been saying.” Ginny eyeing Hermione speculatively. She then looked in the same direction as her curly headed friend. “In fact, I’d say you seem to be a bit distracted by a certain Head Ferret.” Ginny smirked at Hermione. Hermione blushed a bright pink.

After the war had ended and the Wizengamot trials began, it came to light that Draco and his family had been working for the Order of the Phoenix. All three Malfoys had not only worked under cover for the Order but had provided vital information which had helped Harry to defeat Voldemort. Harry testified on behalf of the Malfoys, which in turn led to both the Ministry and the Wizengamot fully exonerating Draco and his family. The Malfoy name still held extensive influence across the wizarding community and many pureblooded families became much more liberal in regards to blood status. This new attitude was felt most strongly amongst the younger generations of witches and wizards, especially, the students of Hogwarts.

The house rivalries weren’t what they used to be, many of the stigmas of the different houses no longer existed. The well-known knowledge that Draco Malfoy had in actuality, been working for the Order had made him quite popular with all the houses. He had in fact, formed a solid friendship with Harry Potter and even got along with Ron Weasley. However, these new friendships did not mean that from time to time certain Gryffindors enjoyed reliving unforgettable past images that tickled them silly, one of those images being a platinum-furred ferret.

“I’ve no idea what you mean,” Hermione responded a little weakly.


Ginny snorted and gave Hermione a wicked smile, “He’s got somewhat of a rep you know.”


“Oh, Ginny, it’s not like I care what type of reputation he has.” Hermione bent her head to sip her tea.


Ginny leaned over, brown eyes sparkling mischievously, “He’s something of a player. However, what’s of more interest are some very juicy little tidbits I heard in regards to Draco Malfoy.”


“Oh?” Hermione tried to look somewhat blasé and failed miserably.


“But since you aren’t interested….” Ginny sighed with feigned resignation.


“Oh, all right, what juicy little tidbits?” Hermione snapped.


Ginny leaned over and whispered in Hermione’s ear. “I’ve heard he’s got the biggest… you know…” Ginny used her hands as if to emphasize size.


Hermione snorted tea right up her nose and began coughing.


“Ohhhh, he’s giving you quite the look right now.” Ginny murmured.


“What, now?” Hermione squeaked using her napkin to mop her face.


“But it’s not like you care or anything.” Ginny slyly looked at Hermione, a smug smile on her face.


“Don’t be ridiculous, is he really looking over at me? Do I look okay?” Anxiety seeped into her voice.


“Yes, he’s not taken his eyes off of you since he sat down.” Ginny studied Hermione “And, you look perfect though a little flushed.”



Draco had looked up and across at the Gryffindor table when he’d heard the feminine coughing fit. Ginny was pounding on Hermione’s back, whispering into Hermione’s ear when she noticed him looking over at them. Ginny looked directly at Draco and gave him a big, fat wink. Draco cocked his eyebrow and grinned cheekily back at Ginny.



Whatever could his kitten and Ginny be talking about? Like it wasn’t hard to guess.

He watched Hermione intently; he waited until she finally looked up straight into his hot, molten steel gaze. Her smile faltered. She was mesmerized as she watched him run the tip of his tongue along the rim of his glass then lick his lips.



Ohhh, Gods. Lucky glass. She blushed hotly and felt a familiar dampness seep between her legs. She squirmed a little on the hard bench. At the rate, she was going she would not have any clean undergarments left.

Ginny watched the interplay and fanned herself lightly. For Gaia’s sake, where was Harry when she needed him? She looked around the Great Hall not seeing the familiar disheveled dark-haired head. The heat being generated between Malfoy and Hermione was searing. She needed to find Harry and fast if she wanted to be able to sit through her first class with no distractions. She stood up. “’Mione, I’m headed back to the common room. I’ve got to find Harry before class.”

Hermione half-nodded and listened to Ginny begin to gather her things together. She couldn’t seem to tear her eyes away from his.



Until … that pug-faced Pansy Parkinson plopped herself down next to Draco then proceeded to drape herself all over him. How revolting! He wasn’t actually going to allow her to fawn all over him was he? Good gods, was she petting him? The slutty, little bint! Hermione began fingering her wand as she watched Pansy toss her dark hair over her shoulder and simper even more blatantly at Draco. She contemplated sending a stinging hex Pansy’s way. Perhaps a jinx that made all her hair fall out. Now how did that go again? Coma Amissio?

Hermione heard Draco laugh at something Pansy said. Roused from her thoughts of giving Pansy a new look, Hermione slowly began to steam. She felt her heart plummet. She must be the biggest fool on the face of the earth. She was just another notch on his damned bedpost.



What could she have possibly been thinking last night? Ginny said it just a few minutes ago; he was a player and she had been apparently played only too well not once but twice… Thoughts of last night began to distract her once more; she gave herself a mental shake, “Nope, not going down that direction.”

She felt both hot and cold. She desperately wanted to put some distance between herself and Draco Malfoy. Clearly, she was losing control, if all she could do was moon after him like some kind of lovesick puppy. She was acting like every other damn girl in this school when it came to the Head Boy.



No, not Head Boy, He was a Casanova-playing, philandering, bedpost notching, pureblooded playboy.

Why should she be surprised? She had been waiting for the other shoe to drop. This was Malfoy for Goddess sake, he had done nothing but antagonize her for the last six years. Yes, he had been exonerated, but that didn’t necessarily mean he had changed all that drastically. He could still enjoy making sport of mudbloods. She’d be damned before she let him make any more of a fool out of her.



Hermione broke out of her reverie and looked at Ginny, “No, wait, I’ll walk with you.”

Draco was excellent at reading people. He could see the emotions play across her very expressive face. Her eyes sparkled a little dangerously and she fingered her wand idly as she watched Pansy paw at him. Ahhhhh, there she was, he could tell that his little firecracker was back and ready to blast with both barrels. She most definitely didn’t like Pansy near him, touching – fuck, even talking to him.

He grinned to himself. Oh yes, the game was afoot. Time to chase the little kitten down and remind her who she belonged to.



He was not going to let her go into hiding again especially after last night. It had irritated him to no end to find himself alone in his bed this morning. More than irritated really, in truth, angry. He obviously was going to have to lay down ground rules, one of which included not leaving his bed without his permission. Interesting that, he usually couldn’t wait to get them out of his bed. In fact, he had made it a policy to NEVER have them stay over, until now, until her.

No, he would not allow her to hide from him. Run maybe because he so did love the chase but not hide. Merlin only knew what scenarios, excuses, explanations, and questions that big brain of hers would come up with if given half a chance. He knew she had taken the bait, now he just needed to ensure she could not free herself from the hook.



It was time for him to lay claim to what was his, something he had wanted and been craving for a very long time. Besides, Malfoys always got what they wanted.

When she stood up and left the Great Hall, he followed.

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Chapter End Notes:

Latin Terms:

coma : hair of the head
amissio: loss


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