Care to Play?

‘Hermione, I told you didn’t I, sex is much better with your enemies. Although he is admittedly less experienced then Viktor, he obviously has more insight then the Bulgarian. Draco took your guidance from what you say, and he did ask your opinion when he had finished. That just shows he will be better if you do actually end up have sex in the near future. Viktor, as I recall from our late night talks, was very one sided and didn’t see too much to your own needs, Draco sounds concerned with what you think.

As for your question, if Draco is indeed a virgin, then yes, I think he would tell you, but I don’t think he will tell you until you are well engaged in foreplay and have decided to go through with it. However I don’t think he is a virgin. Consider it intuition, but I have a feeling that while he may not have gotten oral or given it, he may have had sex already. Maybe it was just a case of him having an equally bad first time, something hurried and rushed, perhaps even regretted later. I have no basis for this and I have heard nothing, but I just have a feeling he’s not an innocent.

I also agree with the way you were honest with him, even about the smallest thing, but I am not as confused as you are about his insecurity. Draco is most likely used for his name and connections. Being seen with him is enough of an influence to open doors, and put people on the right path if they are ambitious enough. I can understand why he would want to know your intentions. Being honest was the right move indeed, even if you didn’t tell him all of your reasons, you at least told him an honest one. I know he appreciates it, even though what you are doing is just physical. You are probably one of the few who is being honest with him. It will make this all the more enjoyable. I can’t wait for your next letter. Tonks’





Hermione tucked the letter into her robes and finished her breakfast deep in thought. Tonks was right. She didn’t have to tell Draco everything about why she was doing this but at least she could tell him the truth.



Increased homework levels had made it difficult to plan her next move and even more difficult to find a time to put one into action. The few stolen glances they managed to steal during classes made her aware that he knew the difficulties in the situation. He had just as much of a work load as she did.



She was worried about what to do now. What could she do to countermove what he had done. She was not even sure she wanted to do anything that would be considered a countermove.



As she toyed with her eggs she looked up and caught him watching her. Her face fell and she immediately noticed the furl to his brow. He was concerned and that made Hermione all the more concerned with her next move. She was not sure she wanted it to be a move.



She thought about the past month and she was actually lonely in a way. She wanted to be in some way connected to him again, she wondered if he felt the same way. She thought about what Tonks said and didn’t want to have sex with him because of a game. And she didn’t want him to give in to her because of a game. Her pride wouldn’t allow her to go that far just because of the game.



She raised her eyes and saw him still looking at her. She gave him a lazy smile that he returned. Had she taken this game too far? Was he thinking that same thing? Or was he just as eager as her to experience more? She would have liked to experience as much as she could. He was very exciting and a pleasure to be with. Even with Viktor she didn’t look forward to physicality as she did with Draco.



She did want more from him, but move and countermove seemed a feeble reason to try and get it. She wondered if he would continue without the game or would he see no reason to go on.



Her smiled fell a little and his did as well. He watched her rise and gather her bag, leaving most likely for the library. He saw the thoughts on her face and wondered what she was thinking about. He knew she would tell him soon, because it was about him. When she thought about something she tended to look at whatever or whoever it was she was thinking about.



Would she decide that she had enough of this game? Would she decide that she had enough of him? A depression took him over. He hoped she wouldn’t.



He finished his plate and left the Great Hall. It was her move, that is if they were still playing. She hadn’t made her move, but he knew that homework levels now demanded by their classes made leisure time sparse.



He found himself thinking of her at night. After the closeness they shared, to be cut off for the past month was a little aggravating. Draco liked the connection and wanted more. Waiting for her move was playing with his patience, but he would wait. He just prayed to Merlin that he wouldn’t have to wait too much longer.







Hermione moved slowly throughout the halls. Her rounds were fairly uneventful this evening. She thought about Draco, and what her next move would be.



Again she was saddened by the thought. She wanted Draco to want her, and he had given her good evidence that he did, but without the game would he inclined to do what they did. She had thought about him while she slept and it made her blush to think of what she wanted. If only there was a way she could have what she wanted………



A firm hand pulled her into a corner and threw her against a wall. A soft and strong set of lips crashed into her. It took only a moment for her to respond and she wrapped her arms around Draco’s neck, tilting her head and opening her mouth wide.



They dueled in their opens mouths, bruising their lips and taking the month of built up frustration out on each other. Draco had one arm around her waist and the other firmly holding the back of her neck, forcing her closer. She was drowning in his kisses and lifted a leg around his, pressing her body closer.



“A month, Hermione, it’s been a month.” He ground out into her mouth, then plunging his tongue deeper, he drank more of her.



“You said my name,” she managed to get out between kisses, “say it again.” She demanded.



“Hermione, Hermione, why did you keep me waiting?” He said letting his hand drop down to squeeze her ass. “Why so long?”



“I just….I ….” She became more aggressive, taking charge of the kiss, lifting a hand to feel his hair and tightening her leg around his.



“Why, tell me.” He dropped his other hand to grip her ass in both and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, while he slipped his hands under her skirt to hold her flesh. “Please tell me.”



She clutched his robes, drunk on the touch and the power as he pushed her into the wall, his kiss affecting her more then any move they had played so far. “I just couldn’t.” He said into his active mouth.



He pulled away and buried his face in her neck, licking and sucking. “Why not?” He asked, his voice desperate. “I’ve been waiting.”



She panted and gasped, she locked her ankles around him and let her head roll, giving him more skin. “I didn’t……I didn’t want…….”



“You didn’t want this?” He said, opening his mouth wide and nearly swallowing her neck. “You aren’t refusing me are you?” He hoped he hadn’t just given her a way out of what they were doing.



“No, I do want this I just, I didn’t.…” Draco broke away from her for a moment and looked at her, still holding her close. Their chests, both labored with lust, breathed in and out as one.



“Why?” He said looking at her.



“I didn’t want it to be because of a game.” She admitting in barely a whisper hoping he would not push her away.



Revelation filled Draco’s face. “It’s not.” He told her and attacked her mouth again.



Hermione gave in to the elation that filled her. “It’s me, not the game?” She asked into his lips.



“It’s you.” He said, sucking her lips and pressing her into the wall as he moved against her. “I’ve been thinking about you.” He said.



“I’ve been thinking about you too.” She replied. “I didn’t know how to go on.” He pulled away and looked at her, reaching up with one hand and cupping her jaw.



“I dream about you. I touch myself and close my eyes seeing what we have done in my mind. I need it.” He told her. The plea in his voice nearly broke her heart.



“I need it too Draco, but….not as a move,” she shed a tear out of the corner of her eye, unable to hold it back, “not because of a game.”



He lifted a thumb and brushed her tear away. “It won’t be, we can……” footsteps halted his words. He carefully and without a sound lowered her to her feet, keeping his hands on her waist.



They listened carefully, neither making a sound as they held on to each other. The footsteps moved along the hallway and soon faded into the silence. Draco leaned down near her ear. “It was probably Filch. Go back to Gryffindor tower before he decides to backtrack.” He whispered.



“Alright.” She lifted up and kissed him before sneaking away.



She made it to her dorm without being seen. She crawled under her covers for a moment before crawling out again. She pulled out a quill and wrote to Tonks getting everything out so she could sleep. She sent her owl off and hoped Tonks would be able to write as soon as possible. She needed the advice of a more experienced woman.







The next morning at breakfast, Hermione noticed Draco arrived late. They had only a moment to glance at each other before Hermione left for her first class. She did however get a genuine smile, even though it was somewhat half hidden.



She didn’t see him again until lunch across the hall. The later mail came that day and Hermione received two owls. She saw the high quality parchment and chanced a glance at Draco as she opened it. He was watching her intently.



‘Tonight. The room of requirement, I don’t want to wait anymore.’



Her heart sped up. She looked up at him and when she lifted her mug, gave him a nod. She smiled into his plate and gave her a wink. It was barely visible but she saw it.



She took the other letter and opened it.



‘Hermione, don’t worry about writing me late at night, I always look forward to your letters. I understand your worry but, don’t worry at all. Draco admitted as much to you that he wanted to continue. He admitted to thinking about you and from the sounds of it, neither of you need a game to continue. There is nothing wrong with giving in to this desire of yours and you have obviously found the perfect partner. There is nothing wrong with you and wanting him is natural. You are both intelligent beyond your years and you have told me that you admire a brilliance in men above all else. Not only is he smart, he’s handsome and he has a passion that matches yours. If you need to, Hermione, talk to him first. He seems just as unsure about his feelings as you are, and talking just might clear up what you both wonder about. Write to me how things turn out. I’m always here no matter how late. Tonks’



She thought about Tonks’s words. Maybe she should talk to him, but what would that do right now? Right now they were still filled with lust and even after last nights admission the physical was first and foremost on their minds.



Tonks was right, there was nothing wrong with giving in to what she wanted, what Draco wanted. The game may be null and void but her body didn’t care about the game. And neither did Draco apparently.