The Prime Princess

In the changing room, Hermione took a look around and being sure no one saw her, she took a handful of pills and drank a potion to wash them down.

“I’m ready!” she called to Nemesis Viggo and stepped out with her to the Quidditch pitch. Finally all the 14 players hovered in the air and the two Captains divided them into two leagues. One team was led by Draco and the other one by Hermione. Just like it always had been.

Hermione got Eris Jones as the Keeper, Sappho Amarante and Cillian O’Conall as Beaters and Nemesis Viggo, Cyrus Theron and Raiden Rosenbaum as Chasers. The others were in Draco’s team, which didn’t seem to be scared of her choices in picking players.

The game was on and Hermione rushed up to circle high above the pitch and if any luck then catch the Snitch. It was quiet up there. All the fight went on down below her and she was cut off from it. It was late. Few torches and lampposts illuminated the pitch but up there it was darker than the night-side of Moon. Hermione squinted her eyes but didn’t see the little golden ball anywhere. It had run off.

A Seeker flied past her, skidded in the air and turned around.

“Oy! Ariston!” shouted Draco and waved a hand before her face. When she didn’t snap out of the catatonic state, he drifted closer and shook her shoulder.

“Ariston, hey, wake up!” he yelled and was about to slap her in the face when Hermione seized his wrist and almost twisted it in half.

“I hear you,” she said and slowly turned her head to look at the blond. But her clear eyes glazed over again and she lost her vision and fell back to catatonia.

“Ar… um, Mione,” whispered Draco and looked her vacant expression. She was far away from there. He knew a way to shut her up and hoped the same way would knock some sense back to her also. Taking a deep breath, he cupped her face with one hand and kissed her.

Draco had wanted to do that for so long time. Her lips were soft and sweet from applied lip-gloss. And suddenly there was awareness in that kiss and he heard a low purr deep inside Hermione’s throat. A hand rose to caress his cheek and long fingers slithered into his white hair, scraping his skull on the way.

With a groan, Draco released her and in the dim light shining from below, he saw her gaunt face flushed. She had come alive again and her stare was so intensive that it could burn a hole through him.

She was still silent but her eyes told a million story.

“Mione?” he asked alerted when she only looked at him. “I- I’m sorry if I offended you…”

“No,” whispered Hermione and the intensity in her eyes melted away a bit. “I… you… well, forget that,” stammered Hermione and looked away from him. And just then she noticed something glinting. Hermione leaned forward on her broom and dashed away.
***
8 PM was Prefects Meeting and Hermione sat under the window. The unused classroom was starting to fill up with Prefects from all four Houses. The chatter muffled her thoughts that had bugged her all day long until Draco had somehow brought some silence into them.

Popping another pill into her mouth, she took out a sheet of parchment and a quill to take some notes. Head Girl was already sitting behind the teacher’s desk like she owned it and went through some of her own notes.

Blaise stepped into the classroom and noticed Hermione sitting alone under the window but didn’t dare to sit next to her. After all the magical mess she had gone through, he doubted she’d ever want to see him again. So he took a seat next to a 6th year Slytherin Prefect.

Hermione had noticed him but the wounds she carried in her heart were still too painful to let Blaise near her. So she just ignored him and waited for Granger to begin. Carmen usually never waited for Draco to show up on time, so this time she also started without him.

“Ehhemm, Prefects!” she called nicely over the chatter that sickened Hermione. Carmen was talking to them like they were 4 years old.

“We have a Valentine’s Day coming and I’d want to hear your opinions about the coming ball,” she started and only let griffindors speak when others also wanted have a word on that.

Doesn’t she have anything else to think about then parties? Hermione looked up to glare at Granger and found Draco next to her. He looked really bored when Granger was organizing another party. Hermione smirked and scribbled few notes onto the parchment.

- Buy new gown
- Find matching shoes
- Get a date

That was about all she had to worry about the ball Granger was having. Only the last part seemed to be hard. In Slytherin there weren’t many decent 7th years to accompany her. Perhaps one of the Rosenbaums. Those blokes were the nearest choices over going to look up some graduated slytherins like Adrian Pucey.

When Granger finally dismissed them, Hermione was one of the last ones to exit the classroom, which gave Draco a perfect opportunity to go after her. In the empty hallway he caught her.

“Mione,” he addressed her sincerely, hoping to sound honest for not to scare her away. Hermione turned around and looked at him with question.

“Yes?”

“I… um, wanted to apologize…” he started and didn’t even know for what was he apologizing in the first place. Hermione smiled genuinely and placed a slender finger over his lips.

“Don’t,” she said and was about to leave, when Draco grabbed her arm and pulled her into his embrace.

“I just don’t want to loose you too,” he whispered against her ear and buried his face in her soft cherry black curls. Hermione stood absolutely still when Draco hugged her. Then she understood. He had lost his father in a way after he had attacked him. The support and the love of his parents meant everything for him and now he had none of that. He had lost his best friend Blaise in a competing match over her and now she was leaving him. She had left him quite some time ago but seeing her dissolving into nothingness had scared the hell out of him.

Hermione slide her hands around Draco in very protective manner and held him against her stern body.

“I’m sorry for all the mistakes I have done. I never wanted to hurt you or anyone else,” he went on with subtle voice and dragged his face against her locks, inhaling her cent of cinnamon on honey. Hermione smiled weakly when his grip got stronger like he really feared loosing her right then.

“I only wanted to protect you,” he said and Hermione vaguely noticed she was gently pushed backwards, “Hold you,” he continued and a solid wall stopped the motion. Draco raised his head and looked at her. His eyes had turned dark.

“Love you,” he finished almost inaudibly and lowered his lips onto hers. Hermione was shocked. She wanted to fight back but the need to be near someone overrode that. A small moan escaped from her throat that only turned him on. Her leg had moved up to wrap around his hip and Draco went on from there and slide his hand under her other thigh and pulled her up to straddle him completely as he supported her against the wall. His hungry kiss deepened as he devoured her mouth. Hermione’s hands moved around his shoulders and into his hair as his body started to move against hers.

She gasped when his hands slide under her robe and beneath her shirt. The feeling of his palms caressing her feverish skin made a tremor of arousal spread over her body. He was forceful but still subtle. His lips left hers to kiss his way down to her exposed neck. She moaned and scratched his back with her long fingernails that only heightened his arousal.

“For so long,” he purred and ripped her shirt open, sending buttons flying, “I have wanted you,” and latched his mouth on her round breasts. Hermione tried to think but it had become impossible. Her panties were soaking wet and feeling his hard cock rubbing against her made it only worse. She needed a release. She needed it desperately to take away all this mess that was going on in her head.

“Fuck me,” gasped Hermione and tore his head up again to kiss him senseless. Draco couldn’t believe what he was hearing but had no hesitation when he ripped off her panties, leaving an angry red mark on her pale skin. She gasped when his hand moved through her chestnut hair and moved against her soaking flesh. She was so wet and ready for him that even a slightest touch over her clit made her meow.

He wanted her so badly and although he would have wanted it to happen in other circumstances but he wasn’t about to complain either. He groaned when Hermione undid her belt buckle and freed his aching cock. Her nimble fingers stroking him felt divine and to smother his own moan, he kissed her fiercely. His pants fell to his knees as she continued to stroke and kiss him while he pumped his fingers into her wet pussy.

“Draco, fuck me,” it sounded more like an order than a plea and not giving her time to think over, he plunged into her, making her cry out from the deep penetration.

She was so tight and hot as her inner muscles clenched around his cock. Draco buried his face against her neck and started moving inside her, going each time deeper, harder, faster. Hermione moaned against his ear and held onto him, clawing him from everywhere she could reach.

“So close,” sighed Hermione as Draco sped up with rough thrusts. He wanted her to remember him in the morning and day after that. He wanted to drove himself so deep inside her that there was no way to tell them apart anymore. When he no longer could hold back, he felt her tighten around him. She came with a soft cry. Feeling her shudder in his hands only gave him strength to ride through her climax. Half a dozen thrusts later he came with a grunt that turned into a roar as he sunk his teeth into her neck. Hermione cried from pain and pleasure mixed together.