Unravel

Cormac McClaggen was the last bloke at school that people thought Hermione Granger would choose to be her first boyfriend. He was pushy and overwhelming. Ronald almost spit out his pumpkin juice when he was first told the news.


It was Harry that burst out first though. “McClaggen Hermione? The one who I had to scream at for trying to take my place as captain while we were in the middle of a game? The one who you tried to escape from last year during Slughorns’s party? The same one that-”


“Alright Harry! I get it!” Hermione cut in. She knew convincing these two knuckle heads was going to be a task, so she was prepared to defend Cormac. “Listen you two,” She began sternly, “He is not the same person that he is when he’s around you guys. He is gentle and sweet and caring…”She began to reminisce about how she first found out Cormac was such a gentle soul. A loud throat clearing sound pulled her back to reality and she was brought face to face with two unconvinced boys.


Ron looked almost disgusted with her choice, while Harry simply looked confused. Hermione took a breath and started again. “Ok I understand it’s a shock, but I didn’t tell you guys so you could list all the reasons I shouldn’t be with him. I told you guys so you could be happy that I found someone who makes me smile-”


"We don’t make you smile?” Ron asked coolly.


“Of course you guys do, you’re my best friends. In fact if you would really like to know Cormac is a little apprehensive about you two.” Ron opened his mouth to say something else that would probably be rash but Hermione continued on in a louder voice that demanded attention. "He understands you two are very important to me and he knows how much we have all been through together so he just doesn’t know where exactly he will fit in among us.” She thought she heard Ron grumble ‘nowhere’ but she chose to ignore it.
“So please, I ask both of you to respect my decision and be nice to Cormac.”


Harry could tell that her little speech meant a lot to her which conveyed how much she actually cared for Cormac. He spoke up first. “Alright Hermione I will do my best to respect you’re wishes.”


Hermione smiled back admirably and then looked at the redhead waiting for his reply. He looked sulky of course, but if Harry said alright he guessed he better do the same. “Ok, but if he gets on my nerves though I’m putting him in front of Malfoy, I hear he’s been hexing everyone in sight. He can do the damage and get the detention…all I got to do is watch…"


Hermione frowned at him and shook out the thoughts of Malfoy, “That’s all I ask .”


***


One week later and Hermione thought that her two best friends had become different people completely. She would have never dreamed that they would treat her new boyfriend so pleasant. It seemed that she had made an impact on Cormac and he had also changed a bit about him. Harry, who had noticed the change also, invited Cormac to become a full member of the team seeing as how they were short one beater.


Cormac never once tried to overshadow Harry and tell the other players how they should be playing. After the initial shock of the situation Harry actually paid attention to his ideas which were rather enthralling. Of course these ideas were presented in the comfort of the common room where the four of them plus a couple more Gryffindor sat and chatted until the middle of the night for the past week.


Hermione watched on as her two best friends and boyfriend became excited at the revelation of a new master play that would beat Ravenclaw in the up and coming match. She smiled to herself coming upon a revelation of her own. Maybe Cormac could be her savior for the current situation she was dealing with. It was only yesterday that Malfoy tried to viscously tear his way back into Hermione’s good graces by attacking her mouth. Did he think that she would wait for him until the sun burnt out? He was harsh with his words towards her and she felt she deserved to be treated better. Like how Cormac treated her.


Hermione ran out of the changing rooms with tears streaming down her face. He did it. Draco had broken her heart and pushed her to realize that he was nothing worth fighting for and she should just get on with her life. Clamoring angry steps became slower and weakened by the long haul towards the library, which Hermione didn’t even know she was going to. She collapsed in a rarely used section to collect herself. The musty smell of the books was a comfort to her. She almost giggled realizing that if anyone else knew that aside from Ron or Harry they would have themselves a good laugh.


So submerged with her own thoughts Hermione didn’t notice the hulking figure that overshadowed her.


“Are you alright?” she heard a deep voice ask.


She blinked back her tears to see who was in front of her. It was Cormac McClaggen with an armful of books, an armful for him being more than Hermione would be able to carry with her satchel plus her arms.


A strangled ‘yes’ tried to leave her throat but didn’t succeed. He noticed and set down the books to sit beside her. “Has someone hurt you Hermione?”


She heard the concern in his voice and shook her head no, but meaning full well yes. Yes someone has hurt her! He ripped out her heart from her bleeding chest and stomped all over it with his shiny buckled shoes!


She cleared her throat and pushed her voice to respond back to him, “No Cormac I’m fine.”


“I didn’t realize that when girls were fine they cried in dark aisle ways.”


Hermione smiled over at him as he smiled back at her trying to make her feel better.


“See that’s how I always understood fine to be, smiling.” He told her. Hermione smiled more and finally lifted her eyes to her surroundings. The bindings were unfamiliar, creative lit. She glanced down at Cormac’s pile that sat across from her, 16TH Century Poems by Boris Gobbs. How peculiar for a boy like Cormac to have these books. She looked back up at him and noticed he seemed to be blushing which made her smile more.


“I didn’t know you liked poetry.” Hermione stated.


His face became crimson and bashful, “Well it’s not something I share, a guy like me writing poetry wouldn’t go over well with all my mates.”


Hermione smiled more, completely forgetting for the time being that she just had her heart shattered.


“I do it for my mum, she likes it, reminds her of my father.”


He doesn’t do it for just his mum anymore; he does it for her too.


***

Sleeping had become a task to accomplish ever since he had found out that Granger had become involved with another man, a boy to be exact, a Gryffindor boy. It was infuriating to know she had chosen a dim witted Neanderthal to be her boyfriend. Draco could not stop the anger from coursing through his veins.


This should be a blessing, he thought. She was finally on with it and would leave him alone. She wouldn’t leave though. His head was always clouded with damn images of her beneath him, around him.


“Fuck! What’d you do that for?” Draco screamed down at the girl bobbing in his lap.


Pansy sat back on her knees facing him with a scowl. “You’re not even paying attention! You haven’t made one sound since I started!”


“Maybe you’re skills are slipping Parkinson,” He growled back while standing up to dress himself.


Her face looked as if it had been back handed. He may have just given her her biggest insult to date.


“Oh how dare me insult you’re head monster abilities,” Draco mused.


It was late and Pansy’s mouth would not be able to get him a good slumber tonight. He had too much on his mind. His time with Granger had been decreased dramatically since the new term started. He was no longer able to sit next to her in Potions because the schedules had been changed and he now sat beside some twat named Ernie. The time table for rounds had been switched around also (with out his consent) and he now patrolled alone. The common room that was hers (and his) had become solely his own now because now she studied in the Gryffindor common room to spend more time with her new boyfriend.


Draco sighed and slipped on his shoes. “Where are you going?” He heard Pansy cry out as he left the room.


Nowhere in particular, he just hoped that bint would be gone by the time he returned.


His legs brought him outside to the cold dark lake. It was of course very quiet and peaceful. Did he really want this damn girl or was it the fact that he couldn’t have her that made him want her. He was glad that he made himself breath, eat, and sleep the Dark Lord and his father, but right now he felt like he was drowning. He wasn’t breathing, so he couldn’t be breathing in the evil that was suppose to be drugging him. He was falling so it was Granger that was occupying his mind.


Draco hated that he was living in fear of what would happen next. Would his next assignment compel him to kill someone? It’s only inevitable; a matter of time before his tasks force him into doing things that he may disagree with no matter how cold stone his heart may be. He had been thinking about it a lot since the last time he was summoned and was forced to watch on in disgust as Dolohov and Macnair tortured three defenseless muggleborns that would not answer Voldemort. When the two cackling Death Eaters were finished Lord Voldemort asked one more question. The three faces looked up, which he recognized to be worker’s from Hogsmeade, and defiantly shook their heads. Probably Gryffindor, Draco thought bitterly. The Dark Lord raised two fingers and a snarling man leapt from the shadows. Except it wasn’t a man at all, it was Fenir Greyback, the werewolf. It's nasty yellow teeth gleamed with specks of blood. Draco watched as it licked its teeth slowly and then in one sudden movement bounded on the prisoners and began devouring their flesh.


Draco had been thinking of what would happen if he decided to defy his father and stop responding, run away after graduation and find a better place to live in peace where he is his own boss and doesn’t have to bow before hideous half snake beings. Maybe find a beautiful pureblooded witch to keep him company. Maybe even a muggleborn.


***

Dear Miss Granger & Mr. Malfoy,

I would like to request a meeting with the two of you this evening in my office at 8 PM. It concerns the new beautiful weather coming upon us.

Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore

P.S. Have either of you tried the new flavor of Bertie’s? Zinfandel, very delightful.


Draco smiled at the letter. Granger won’t have any other choice but to sit in his company, he could also be the one to relay the wonderful news.


The group of Gryffindor ate dinner merrily. It sickened Draco to see all the happy faces smiling at one another. Time to shatter some smiles. He took his time strolling over, relishing the fact that just the presence of him would halt everything anyone around them was saying. Potter saw him coming first and braced himself.


Draco ignored the irritating people seated around her and addressed only her. “Granger.”
Her back was turned to him, but the hearing of her name from that mouth was almost as if ice was put down her back. Her bushy head turned with a scowl in place before it even got to him. “The two of us are needed in matters concerning the weather.”


She eyed him warily thinking that maybe he had lost it. He loved making her confused. A letter was thrust into her hands as he walked away with an evil smirk. He even heard the roar of her newly grown clan as he left, making his grin grow wider.


***


Hermione couldn’t control the scowl that decided to take up her face as its new home. It wouldn’t budge, not even for the Head Master and if he noticed he did a very good job of acting like he didn’t.


Draco on the other hand was smiling pleasantly like he was watching a delightful show.


“Glad to see my two Head students could make it. How is the second term treating you?” Dumbledore asked pleasurably. He took his seat behind his large desk as his deep navy robes pooled around his feet, his sparkling eyes focusing on the two of them.


They responded the simultaneous answer of ‘great’, one grumbled, the other almost sang.


Dumbledore decided to not dwell on their odd moods and got straight to it. He was expecting Miss Granger to begin a shower of questions about their sudden request for a visit as she usually did, but it seemed she wasn’t up for it. “As I said in my letter this meeting concerns the good weather we are starting to have.”


The two students couldn’t help feel the curiosity begin to tiptoe over them.


“I feel that studying for the end of year exams is a particularly overwhelming time for the students of Hogwarts. As the weather gets nicer, the students become more restless. So I have decided that my two Head students, along with the loyal help of all the prefects, will have the privilege to throw a sock-hop every now and again to relieve some of the building stress.”

Hermione almost fell out of her chair, not at the exciting and particularly odd privilege just granted by Dumbledore, but at the extreme discomfort clouding Draco because he just realized Dumbledore used a muggle term.


“Sock-hop sir?” Draco queried.


“Yes Mr. Malfoy, it’s a sort of casual get together with music and drinks…in your socks.”


“A dance?”


“In your socks,” Dumbledore was too glad to point out, it seemed to be his favorite part.


Draco seemed to have dubbed the Head Master crazy and was anxious to leave.


The displeasure that Draco was experiencing made Hermione in a better mood so she began her onslaught of questions.


***


Hermione was quick to contact all the prefects and tell them the great news. So quick in fact that that same night Draco found himself sitting in a dusty study at the back of the library looking at the prefects that chatted animatedly.


“Ok,” Hermione began with a bursting smile, facing the room of chatting prefects.


It seemed by the way every one was giddy with anticipation Draco thought that there had to be something good about this that could benefit him. He rolled through some ideas cluttering his brain. He wanted to get Granger alone so he could feel her touch again and make her see that she was dying for him as much as he was dying for her, but how could he do that when she’s in a room full of people and teachers. This “sock-hop” was just in the way of his plans.


Planning? He didn’t even want to think about having to take on another responsibility and he knew Granger would give him no say anyways. So why even bother with that aspect. Draco growled under his breath. Damnit, even if he tried to help there would still constantly be a band of prefects flitting around.


“So any questions?” Hermione asked the crowd after she had told them what the meeting in the Head Master's office entailed.


Draco still sat after they had all left the room. Talking to Granger was impossible, she left the room with two redheads and a few Ravenclaw nipping at her heels. He had to find a way.


*~*~*~


A warm sun could be seen setting through the ceiling of the Great Hall and basking the bustling students below with an orange glow. They were busy at work setting up for the fist sock-hop that would be taking place that evening.


Hermione was levitating sparkling table cloths over the round tables set up in each corner of the large room. Draco had been waiting for his moment all day to catch her off guard and take her hand. That meticulous little moment seemed to be shy and didn’t feel like presenting itself though.


***


Cormac watched as his too-good-to-be-true girlfriend floated down the stairs in a beautiful pale pink dress. Her usually frizzy hair fell in soft tendrils down her back and was pulled back enough to show her glowing cheeks and slender neck.


“Ready to go Cormac?” She asked


His features clouded “Go? Now? I thought we were meeting with the rest of the Gryffindor in the RR for some butter beers?” Hermione forgot that plan entirely. She was so focused on decorating the hall and avoiding Malfoy’s piercing eyes that she failed to remember that Ron told her about it in Charms earlier that week.


“I told Professor McGonagall I would be there early to greet everyone into the hall,” Hermione mumbled perplexed with herself that she had forgotten. She perked back up though, “You go ahead though, it’s my fault I forgot, I don’t want to spoil your fun.”


“No you won’t be, it’s fine I’ll come with you. You’re all the fun I need.”


Hermione melted at his sweetness but shook her head, “Just go, we’ll meet up there ok?”


“You sure love?”


“Yes go,” she smiled. He gave back a boyish grin and kissed her forehead.


“I won’t be too long.”


Hermione made her way down the stairs carefully; heels weren’t really one of her good friends.


***


Hello moment.


***


Slender fingers were creeping between her thighs rubbing unbearable light circles up to places that were only being scarcely kissed by his fingertips.


“Please,” she practically whimpered into his ear. It was almost pathetic. He overpowered her so easily. He was a good student and learned from his mistakes. It was easy to shove off a pushy guy, but one that was gentle and unbearably soft…


He couldn’t help teasing her relentlessly; it was driving her saturatingly mad. He finally graced over her clit tenderly and an unconscious gasp of pleasure broke free from her mouth. He had her back pinned to his chest, her leg hooked around him like a twisted vine. Every thing was exposed for his icy steel eyes to devour through the convenient mirror in front of them. She was looking back at him through the mirror hungrily her eyes lidded to an almost drugged state of euphoria. It was by far the most erotic picture he could have ever imagined. Well maybe it could be a little more… With his free hand pulled down her dress to uncover the barrier of lace that encaged her weakness. It was soon torn off too to reveal a beautiful bouncing pair of godliness. The image in front of him let Hermione know directly how he was feeling at the moment.


As sexy as it was, it was always her face that drew him back in to a world unknown. Her eyes still gazed at him emotionally.


Draco ripped his eyes from the mirror to stare down into her emblazed amber eyes. She hungrily nipped at his lips to encourage him to please continue. He obliged with out a second thought and incarcerated her lips almost viscously. A battle ensued between their mouths as both pushed for dominance. Draco felt the woozy pleasure of contentment begin to settle over him. She had become comfortable, every time he touched her he could feel a little more of her latching to his soul.

His fingers began slow and easy pumping while his thumb dizzied her clit. Hermione broke their lips apart as an involuntary moan shook the room. Draco took time away to behold the picture through the mirror again. Her bouncing tits swayed with her heavy breathing and her entire bottom half was exposed, the only part not visible being the ones concealed by his moving hand. She was reacting to his touch just like he knew she would.


Tiny dings began to twinkle in the room and Hermione pulled away to glance down at her dainty watch.


She didn’t want to, but she had to speak, “Draco…ooh, Draco please.” It was hard to breathe when her head was so hazed with bliss. “I have to get baaack aaah,” she was trying to leave but seriously, why would
she ever want to?


“No just stay,” Draco whispered in her ear.


Staying here in his arms sounded marvelous. She didn’t realize how much she had missed it. It was like a shallow cold had fallen over her and being back in his embrace had brought radiating warmth through out her whole body. Hermione didn’t think though that no matter what was holding her back she would not be able to neglect her school duties, not even when he was…Oh Merlin.


“Ser-seriously we have to announce,” she tried to say firmly. “And besides Cormac is probably wondering why I’m not there.” At the sound of that name Draco immediately stopped touching her and backed away.


Her eye roll was obvious even in the dim light. He knew she was still in a relationship. This was an accident for her to let him got this far. Hermione wanted to rip all her hair from her head for letting him do this to her again. Didn’t he see the last time she just ended up stomping away swearing up in down to never look at him again that it was sort of a sign to never try to talk to her again?


Draco cleared his throat trying to regain the composure of a young man brought up to be the mask of anything he needed to be. “Cormac? That is who you choose to engage with rather than I?” He sounded formal as he said it, back to something she clearly could recognize was not him.


She looked up into his eyes to try and read how he was really feeling. They were storming with different colors and emotions, completely confused and hard to decode


The uncomfortable wetness between her legs was beginning to make her throb with need that would not be fulfilled that night. She tried hard to fix her dress and hair to give off the appearance that she wasn’t just being ravaged.


“No,” She replied firmly. His eyes lit up with uncertainty,


“So you’ll have me?” He asked still perplexed.


“No.” She said as firmly just as the first time.


Draco felt the need to scream so it echoed through out the entire castle, but he would not let her make him unravel for a second time. Pacing was not a normal habit for him so when he began to do so he befuddled himself even more.


She knew that she was driving him mad, but she thought he deserved at least that much. She wasn’t intentionally playing mind games with the sexy Slytherin it was just unraveling around her as they went.


The sizzling tryst they just had was a complete spur of the moment thing and she thought after the last time they spoke he would back the fuck off, but he only seemed to focus on her even more. It was rather enjoyable, but a mistake none the less. She tried to picture Draco writing her poems and sitting with Harry trying to strategize quidditch plays. It didn’t work.


Draco lit a fire that burned deep inside the dark pits of Hermione. It was always smoldering and was never satisfied, always hungry for more, more of him. It was unstable though. The licks of the flames were unpredictable which scared Hermione.


Insanity was looking at Draco for its next comfy home as he paced around. She was making no sense!


“Granger I need some answers!” He practically roared at her. He turned to stare at her and she was staring back annoyed. Her face gave the impression she knew something he didn’t. He waited for her to say something, anything rather than look like she was trying to rip his eyes out.


“Answers? I seem to remember wanting the same thing weeks ago! You know what I got though Malfoy? Silence!”


Draco noticed his composure had almost left him completely and took a breath to steady himself.


“Tell me what’s going on and maybe we can move on from there,” she said softly. It was nice to hear her voice speak with that caring note lingering behind it. She was asking too much of him though, this is something that he has never spoken about.


He was weighing Hermione Granger up against the rest of his life and trying to determine if she was worth telling. They didn’t even have a relationship right now, why would he tell her such valuable information? She wanted valuable information… She was Potter’s best friend…


Cold blooded hatred slipped back into place over his questioning features. The transformation took place so suddenly Hermione was shocked. “You will get no information out of me Granger!” He stormed out of the room with billowing robes and torrid fury.


Hermione had no time to try and go over where exactly things went wrong because she heard the distinct sound of a missed spell splintering the wooden door. A blur of motion later and all she can do is watch on in terror as Draco and Cormac dueled before her eyes.


“What kind of answers do you need Malfoy?” Cormac bellowed as he cast a body-bind.


It missed while Draco swayed to the left “Wouldn’t you like to know McClaggen,” Draco sneered as he disarmed Cormac.


His wand soared and landed feet from Hermione. She grabbed it quickly as Cormac’s ignited eyes landed on her. “Hermione what’s going on?”


The truth? Lie? Or would Draco bring it all out in the open for everyone? Cormac didn’t seem to care that he was wandless as he walked straight up to Malfoy and stared down in to slated eyes. He did something odd then, he sniffed Draco and then turned to Hermione with a raging look that might challenge Draco’s.


“He reeks of you Hermione,” Cormac grinded out.


Hermione felt ashamed for thinking it, she couldn’t help it, but he was smarter than she initially thought. She knew that he knew, no words had to be spoken.


She watched his large backside retreat into the darkened hall as the beginning of tears started to well up in her eyes.


Draco stared at her unable to react. Should he be upset still, or happy Cormac was gone? Should he go and comfort her or walk away like he was doing in the first place? All he could do was stare at her while she stared back crying.