WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME

Chapter Six


Hermione sat in the last class of the day, double potions with Professor Snape. During class, she felt a little sorry for the Professor, as he was so obviously trying to pretend that she didn’t exist. It was a relatively quiet class that day. When they entered the classroom, he had instructed them to brew the potion that was on the board and was told it would take the whole class.

“So, do you know what you’re going to say to Snape yet?” Harry whispered next to her.

“Somewhat,” she shrugged while dicing the ginger.

“Did Blaise finish his transfiguration assignment last night?” Harry asked quietly.

“Yes.”

“Great,” he replied sarcastically.

“What’s great?” she asked looking over at him.

“I lost the bet against Ron.”

“What was the bet?”

“I bet that Blaise wouldn’t finish the assignment,” he grinned.

“What do you have to do?” she smirked.

“Turn my hair purple,” he grimaced.

“Was the color of the purple or how long specified?” she laughed.

“No,” Harry smiled, “it wasn’t,” he said his smile growing.

“I’d go a dark purple and maybe leave it for a week,” she suggested. “It probably won’t look that bad,” she added grinning.

“Twenty points from Gryffindor. Now, I would suggest you quit talking and continue with this potion,” Snape said glaring at the two.

“Yes Sir,” they chorused.

Hermione took her time packing up her books and cauldron, then went to the front of the room. “Excuse me Professor, can I have a word with you?” she asked.

He continued marking some assignments, the red ink bright against the parchments. “What is it?” he asked cooly, not looking up.

“I would just like to apologize for the jelly bean incident earlier this week.”

“Did you all get a good laugh over it Miss Granger?” Snape asked looking up.

“Actually, no Sir...we were just surprised,” she grinned. “No one has really mentioned it that much in our house.”

“And I suppose the Headmaster just let it slide without punishment, didn’t he?” he sneered.

“No, we have detention with him tomorrow night. We are to organize his personal library,” she smiled.

“Oh Merlin! I can just see more of your Gryffindor pranks in the future. I know what kind of books that meddlesome old fool has in there,” he said shaking his head.

“Would it appease you if we agreed to not include the Professors anymore?” she asked quietly. “It’s just that the past few years have been tension filled with Voldemort around. We just want to remind the students that they are still students and to not take life too seriously.”

“This from the top ranking student in Hogwart’s. That’s quite a little speech Miss Granger,” he replied, “but .... I agree,” he added giving a small smile.

“Thank you Sir,” she replied.

“I would....... like to commend you on Weasley’s hair,” he said hesitatingly.

“It was an accident, but it was rather funny...especially when Luna did it voluntarily after she saw Ron,” she laughed.

“Smart girl, but rather flaky,” he admitted, ‘much like a certain Divination Professor,’ he thought to himself. “You might want to check out ‘The Bamboozled Potion Master’ in the Headmaster’s personal library. Don’t let the name fool you...there are quite a few good, but harmless, potions that you and the others may find useful,” he slyly smiled.

“There is something else I ...or we would like to ask you,” she said hesitantly.

“What is it?”

“Can a potion be put in a powdered form without losing it’s potency?” she asked.

“Depends on what potion it is,” he replied leaning forwards in his chair.

She went to her desk to take out the parchment with the potion and handed it to him. “We’ve made it already...just can’t figure out how to administer it,” she grinned.

He read it over, then had a fleeting moment of pity for the students...then just as quickly the feeling passed. “This can be powdered by adding this ingredient,” he said as he wrote down the ingredient and how much to add, “the end result will look like a fine pepper.”

She took the parchment thankfully, “thank you Sir,” she replied tucking the paper in her pocket.

“When are you going to use this potion?” he asked, wanting to be there to see what happens.

“Next week sometime,” she replied, “most likely closer to the weekend.”

He nodded then got up from behind the desk. “Was there anything else?”

“Yes,” she said hesitantly. “I would like to say that I was quite flattered when you kissed me.”

“You do have a way with the Slytherin’s, don’t you?” he smirked.

“Sir?”

“Mister Zabini and Mister Malfoy,” he said grinning at the surprised look on her face. “Nothing too much that happens in my house gets past me.”

“Do you have a problem with that?” she asked.

“No...hopefully you can loosen up Draco’s disposition a bit, like you did with Blaise,” he replied.

“Blaise is great, he makes me feel good....and no....not just that way,” she grinned.

“Good luck with Draco,” he said as he walked her to the door.

“Do I get a kiss before I go?” she asked cheekily.

“No, you do not,” he replied sternly, but had the corner of his mouth lifted in a small smile. “That will not happen again.”

She was half way out the door when she turned around. “Too bad...you’re not a bad kisser...for an old guy,” she smirked then left before he could reply, not seeing him shake his head in amusement as he turned back to grading some of the day’s work.

It was about quarter after eight when she left her rooms to go to the quidditch pitch, her stomach full of nervous butterflies at the prospect of seeing Draco...the same feeling she had when she was to meet Blaise.

When she entered the pitch, it was to see Draco already there, leaning against one of the goal posts, his hands in his pockets. She fingered the silk tie in the pocket of her bunny hug as she walked closer to her prey. “Hello, Draco. Wasn’t sure if you’d come,” she smiled.

“Wanted to hear what you had to say,” he replied.

“Tell me Draco, do you want me?” she asked bluntly coming closer.

He looked into her eyes, and saw no malice in the brown depths. “Yes,” he admitted quietly.

“You have no qualms being with your best friends girl?”

“Yes I do,” he sighed, “but I can’t get you out of my head.”

“My, that’s quite an admission coming from you Draco,” she grinned.

“I won’t say it again,” he smirked.

“What if I told you that I wanted you also...and that Blaise knows about it?” she asked placing her hand on his chest, then walked around to his back, her hand following as it glided to the back of his shoulder.

‘He knows?’ he thought to himself, then started in surprise when he felt her lips at his neck.

“Give me your hands Draco,” she instructed and was surprised when his arms went behind his back.

“Granger, what are you doing?” he asked, suddenly unsure when he felt the silk tightening around his wrists.

After tying his wrists, she came around to face him. “What is it you want from me Draco?” she asked suggestively, bringing her hand up to run her fingers through his hair, something she had been wanting to do for quite some time now.

“Same thing you give Blaise,” he replied closing his eyes as her mouth came closer to his.

“That’s quite a bit Draco. Can you be more specific?” she huskily said as her lips ghosted across his jaw to his ear.

“Gods...” he moaned as her tongue made contact with the side of his neck. “Anything....everything,” he said leaning his head back against the post.

Hermione leaned against him, pressing her full body against his. “You’re very responsive, aren’t you?” she grinned, her lips against his neck, her hands gliding down his sides to come around to his stomach that twitched at her touch. “I’d like to see what I’d be getting if I agree to this first,” she smirked, her fingers slowly starting to unbutton his shirt.

“I want to see you too,” he said huskily looking into her eyes.

“In a minute,” she replied as her warm hands slipped into the now open shirt. “Do you know what I’d do if we were somewhere more private?” He shook his head. “First, I’d like to take all these clothes off, licking, kissing and sucking on you.” She leaned down to swirl her tongue around one of his nipples, while the other was being pinched with her fingers. “You feel good Draco,” she said against his chest.

“Hermione,” he moaned as he arched his back towards her more.

“You know...that may be the first time I heard you say my name,” she smiled as she kissed her way up his chest. She let her hands slide down his stomach feeling the muscles twitch beneath her fingertips.

“Untie me Hermione,’ he requested. “I want to touch you.”

“Hmm...that would be nice, but I’m not done playing yet,” she grinned. She took a step back and brought her hand up to slowly unzip her bunny hug, his eyes following the metal zipper as her skin was being revealed inch..by inch.

He gazed hungrily at her as her shirt opened further. He licked his suddenly dry lips when he saw that she was braless, her bared breasts high and firm, her nipples pebbled in the cool night air. His eyes followed her hands as they cupped both of her breasts, wanting his in place of hers. Her fingers pinched the nipples, much like she had done to him. He tugged at his restraints, wanting to touch her, but they held firm as he moved his body forwards as much as he could to be able to be closer to her.

“Mmmm...feels good. Would feel better with your hands on me instead though,” she said huskily. “Your mouth would feel even better...I love having my nipples played with, sucked on....” she began.

“If you untie me, I’d be happy to oblige,” Draco interrupted.

She just smiled back at him and stepped closer, pressing her body to his naked chest. “You like that Draco?” she asked after hearing him moan.

“Yes,” he replied.

Hermione’s hands went around his back, then down to cup his ass, pulling him closer. “You do like this don’t you?” she smirked feeling his erection poking against her. “You would probably like my mouth on you wouldn’t you? My tongue brushing along your cock. Ever wondered how my tongue piercing would feel against you as I’d take you fully into my mouth?” she asked softly by his ear, as her hands went to the zipper of his pants.

“Please..Hermione,” he panted as he thrust his hips forward, then moaned when he felt her fingers wrap around his aching erection.

While her one hand was stroking his cock, her other went behind his neck to pull him in for a kiss. She thrust her tongue into his mouth as her thumb glided over the head of his cock, slick with his precum.

He pulled his head back a bit, “faster....gods don’t stop,” he panted against her lips.

His moan was muffled by her mouth as she claimed his lips again. He thrust his hips forward, her hand stroking him faster, meeting his forward thrusts. “Hermione,” he cried out as his cock thickened in her hand, then pulsed to life as he spilled his cum into her hand and his stomach. He felt her pull away after a kiss to his neck, then heard the sound of a zipper. He looked up to see her doing up her bunny hug, hiding the breasts that he never got to touch, and her darting her tongue out to lick one of her fingers, tasting his essence.

They both heard people coming, their laughter carrying into the pitch. “Well, I gotta go,” she grinned, then leaned forwards to give him a brief kiss before she turned her back to him and left.

“Hermione!” he cried out. “Granger! Get the fuck back here!”

“My, my...that’s a sight,” a voice said. “Where’s a camera when you need one?”

“Screw you Potter,” Draco said, his face flushed from embarrassment, as he was still tied to the post, his shirt open and his dick hanging out of his pants.

“Looks like someone screwed you Malfoy,” Harry replied, then turned to shush the other five laughing Gryffindor quidditch players.

“Just help me Potter,” Draco said quietly, trying to shift his body so the others wouldn’t see too much more.

Harry stood in front of him. “It was Hermione, wasn’t it?” he smirked, wanting Malfoy to beg for it.

“Yes, and I’ll fucking wring her neck when I catch her,” Draco replied glaring at the others who shut up, but didn’t stop grinning at him.

“Now Malfoy...we’re talking about one of my best friends here,” Harry admonished. “I’ll let you go if you promise not to hurt her.”

“Fine...I won’t hurt her...much,” he said, the last word muttered under his breath.

“I heard that,” Harry smirked. “‘Mione likes you Malfoy. Why..I don’t know. Don’t fuck it up,” he warned then went behind Draco and untied the silk tie from his wrists.

Draco immediately turned his back to the others and tucked himself back in his pants, and buttoned up his shirt. He was about to stalk off back to the castle when he turned and faced Harry again. “Thanks Potter,” he said quietly.

“Your welcome,” Harry grinned. “That must have been difficult for you.”

“It was,” Draco said giving an answering smirk.

Harry held up the silk tie, “here, you may want this back,” he grinned.

Draco grinned evilly and took the silk tie and stuffed it into his pocket, then went in search of a certain Gryffindor tease.

He caught sight of her just as she was entering the front doors of the castle. He ran to catch up with her, “petrificus totalus” he said as he caught his prey, her body in a full body-bind. He managed to catch her before she fell to the ground, and promptly did a silencing spell when he saw that she was about to tell him off. He laid her carefully down on the floor and leaned down to look her in the eye. “Granger, that was low...even by Slytherin standards,” he said, “did you know that Scarhead and some of the other Gryffindorks found me? Well, payback is a bitch...isn’t it?” he sneered. He then stood up, then pointed his wand at her again, “Mobilarbus,” he said for her body to then levitate off the ground. He then made his way to the dungeons with her floating by his side, amazingly not meeting anyone on the way, except.....

“Draco! What are you doing with Miss Granger?” Snape asked as he met them on the stairs.

“We have some unfinished business to take care of ,” Draco replied sneering down at her.

“What did she do?” Snape asked, crossing his arms at his chest.

“I’m sure it will be spread throughout the school by tomorrow, but she left me in kind of a compromising position for the Gryffindork quidditch team to see,” he replied, his face flushing in memory.

Snape leaned closer and saw the humor in her eyes as Draco was explaining. “Alright, you may go Draco,” he said then leaned to whisper in is ear. “Do not harm her,” he warned.

“I wasn’t planning on it,” Draco replied quietly.

Snape watched Draco leave with Hermione’s body floating beside him. “Looks like she won,” he said to himself, a smirk on his face as he went up the stairs.

Draco came to the portrait to his private rooms and said his password quietly so she wouldn’t over hear it. He was planning on giving it to her eventually, but not until he found out what she wanted from him. He went through the portrait, then carefully placed her on the center of the bed, noticing her eyes moving, taking in her surroundings. He used his wand to move her arms over her head then took out the silk tie. “Recognize this Granger?” he smirked evilly.

He leaned over her to bind her wrists to the headboard then used his wand again, “finite incantatem,” he said softly for her body to become relaxed and unrestrained.

“You could have just asked me to come down here with you Draco,” she smirked.

“Would you have?” he asked unzipping her bunny hug. “What do you want from me Hermione? What about Blaise? You said he knew that you wanted me.”

“I do want you Draco, have for a long time. As for Blaise...I love him, he loves me. He wants to see me happy I guess,” she said tugging on her restraints.

“Why did you have to embarrass me just now? You do realize that I will probably never live that down, right?” he asked as he slipped his hand into the now gaping shirt to cup her naked breast.

She arched her back into his touch and gave a light moan. “I am sorry Draco,” she said sincerely, “just thought you’d look good tied up,” she grinned, “and you did.”

He got off the bed abruptly, then looked down at her. “You think that was funny?” he glared down at her.

“No,” she replied but was still smiling up at him, contradicting her response.

“You’re a fucking tease Granger,” he sneered, “no more teasing,” he finished as he waved his wand at her, “evanesco,” he said between clenched teeth. He watched as piece by piece of her clothing came off, revealing her creamy skin. ‘Merlin...beautiful,’ he thought to himself as he went back on the bed to kneel between her legs. He quickly undid the zipper of his pants and pulled them down to his thighs, then gripped her legs to raise them and push them down hard against her chest. He positioned his erection against her entrance and slammed inside until he was completely sheathed, his anger overriding the feel of her not being lubricated enough for such a rough entry. He pulled back, then slammed back in again...and again, taking out his aggression on her body, as he thrust fast and hard inside of her.

She arched her neck back, squeezing her eyes shut as he fucked her hard, his fingers digging painfully into the back of her thighs. She moaned and gripped the headboard, trying to get past the pain, then the pleasure of him being inside of her.

He looked down to see tears streak down the side of her face. ‘Oh gods,’ he thought to himself as he stilled his hips, his cock buried deep inside of her. He leaned down to place light kisses on her knees as he ran his hands up to guide them down around his hips. He braced his forearms on either side of her face to kiss the tears from her face. He caressed her face with his lips to finally come to her mouth. He looked down into her confused eyes, “I’m sorry...so sorry,” he said quietly before closing the distance between them, brushing his lips against hers in a soft kiss.

She melted against him as he kissed her, his lips worshiping hers. She felt his hand glide up one of her arms to her wrists to untie the silk, then his fingers linking with hers as he moved them down to the mattress.

Both of his hands were clasped with hers by her head, their fingers interwoven together as he deepened the kiss. He began to slowly thrust his hips forward at the same time he parted her lips with his tongue, their moans muffled into each other’s mouths as their kiss deepened. Hermione met him thrust for thrust, their bodies glistening in the candlelight from their sweat. She tore her mouth from his to arch her neck back, the friction against her clit sending her over the edge. “Nnnnhh...Draco,” she moaned and cried out as her legs tightened around his waist, her inner muscles clenching him tightly, pulsing around his shaft.

That was all it took for Draco as she gripped his cock. He thrust deep as he then erupted inside of her, emptying himself...for now. He let her hands go while he kissed the pulse at her neck, then withdrew from her and shifted over onto his back, pulling her against his side.

“You know this doesn’t change anything,” he smirked, running his hand up her back. “You’re still the most annoying witch I know.”

“I know,” she grinned, leaning up on her elbow to look down at him, “and you’re the most arrogant, egotistical, annoying......”

“I get the picture Granger,” he smirked, “but you forgot sexy, gorgeous, desirable......”

“I did say egotistical right?” she interrupted grinning down at him.

“So what now?” he asked, “is this a one time thing?”

“Do you want it to be?” she asked, nibbling on her bottom lip.

“No,” he replied brushing his thumb over that lip, then reached up to give her a soft kiss.

“Are you willing to share me?” she asked pulling away from the kiss, “because I’m not giving up Blaise.”

“So....Blaise can have you on even days...me on odd days,” he grinned shrugging his one shoulder.

“Although I would love to spend all my days and nights with you two...I would also like some time for myself or with my friends,” she smiled giving him a quick kiss on the lips then slid out of the bed.

Draco drank in the sight of her naked backside, smirking as he saw the dragon tattoo on her upper back. “How about I have you on all days that end with a ‘Y’, and Blaise can have you for the rest,” he said grabbing her arm to pull her back on the bed.

“Wow! I didn’t know you had a sense of humor too,” she laughed falling on top of him. “I guess I’ll keep you around for awhile,” she added, then gasped when his hands went to her bottom to grind her against his growing erection. He brought up his knee between her legs, pushing against her backside for her body to move up against him. He swirled his tongue around the nipple that was so temptingly close by his face, before drawing it into his mouth.

She wrapped her arm behind his neck to hold him in place as she brought her other leg over his to straddle his hips. She felt his hand slip between them to grip his cock to position it against her dripping entrance. “I can’t believe you’re ready again,” she huskily said as she lowered herself down onto him.

“I’ve got over a year of fantasies to catch up on with you,” he replied, bucking his hips up. “Besides I only came twice, I have one or two more in me for tonight,” he grinned suggestively.

She sat up, leaning her back against his raised knees, then started to rock her hips back and forth on him, his hands going to her hips to guide her in a steady rhythm. This time around their love making started slow, their pace languid as their hands touched each other’s bodies. Their rhythm started to quicken when his fingers slipped between her legs, massaging the swollen nub hidden among her velvet folds. She leaned back more, moving against his hand and grinded down harder on him, taking him as deep as she could. She reached behind her to massage his balls, fondling them until he thrust up and spread his legs. Her finger slid past the sac to tease the puckered ring of muscle of his ass, and looked at him for his reaction.

“Merlin....yes....Hermione,” he panted moving his fingers faster on her clit. She slipped the tip of her slicked finger past the resisting muscle, then went deeper as his moans got louder. She felt his balls tighten into themselves as he bucked up, his climax so close to the surface. With the combination of him massaging her clit frantically, and the moans issuing forth from his throat, she threw her head back, groaning deep in her throat as she came. Still in the haze of her orgasm, she thrust her finger deep inside of him, knuckle deep, until he cried out her name in release.

Draco felt her clit throbbing against his fingers and her inner walls pulsing around him, milking him dry, as they came down from their orgasmic high. He let down his rubbery feeling legs as her finger slid out of him, then glided his hands up her sides to pull her upper body down on top of him. “Now..I think I’m done,” he said hoarsely.

She leaned down to give him a tender kiss to the lips then raised herself until he slipped out of her. She shifted so she lay on her back, then looked to Draco who was sitting up beside her. “Well, I should probably go to my own bed,” she sighed as she trailed her fingertips over his lower back.

“So when can I see you again?” he asked getting off the bed in search for his pajama bottoms.

“You’ll see me tomorrow...or should I say today,” she smirked looking at the time, “in classes.”

“You know what I mean Granger?” he said frustration clear in his voice.

“Granger? We just had sex....twice..and you still call me Granger,” she replied shaking her head, digging for her wand in her discarded clothes. She spelled herself and Draco clean, then slipped on her jeans and bunny hug. She watched as he slipped on a pair of pajama bottoms, admiring the way they hung low from his hips. She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, to nuzzle his neck.

“I said your name,” he smirked returning the embrace.

“Hmm..hmmm,” she hummed, “while I was making you scream it out as you came,” she said into his neck. She gave him a quick kiss then went towards the door. “Guess I’ll have fun getting you to say it again,” she added cheekily.

“Merlin...you’ll wear me out,” he replied shaking his head.

“Blaise said that too,” she grinned. “Maybe I should cut you guys off for a bit...wouldn’t want to ‘tire’ you out or anything,” she added. She gave him a quick kiss then left the room through the portrait, making her way to the secret passageway that led almost directly to her rooms.

After she was gone he lay back on his bed, the smell of sex....and her, still heavy in the air. He pulled the rumpled blankets over him, and was thinking of the next time he would have her in his bed. It wasn’t soon after he drifted off to sleep with visions of her writhing and moaning beneath him again.

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