A Little Polishing

The next Hogsmeade trip occurred a few weeks later. Hermione had avoided Ron to a certain extent, staying close to Draco. He was right, Ron had to want her badly, and staying out of his reach was the way.

Draco proved to be just as much of a reader as she was and he bought her a book from Flourish and Blotts along with one for him. They were on their way to tea at a café when Hermione spotted Ron and Lavender in an alleyway snogging heavily, obviously having made up from their difficulties. The joy she felt at the day was sapped away and her appearance lost all it’s luster.

“Come on.” Draco said taking her shoulders and steering her to a table in the café far from the windows.

She slumped into the chair and hung her head. “I may as well just give up.” She sad.

“Stop it. So they made up, you now as well as I do that it won’t last. Weasley knows just what to say to get himself off the hook temporarily but he always fucks up in some way.”

“I doubt it. He says she makes him feel like a man.” Hermione’s depression had taken a toll on Draco.

“Hermione, I honestly don’t know what you see in the man. He dates a girl that gives him what he wants and I doubt he gives her what she wants, or she wouldn’t be mad at him all the time. He doesn’t understand when he hurts a girls feelings, and when he does, he blames it on PMS. He doesn’t get hints, he hates to compromise, he has no manners and he’s utterly clueless. What’s the attraction?”

Hermione just stared at him. What was wrong with him? “Ron is….I mean….I….”

“Can’t think of a reason?” He challenged.

“Ron has always been my friend.”

“So has Potter.”

“He’s always supported me.”

“So has Ginny.”

“He’s never turned his back on me.”

“Neither have his twin brothers.”

“He’s always respected me.”

“So has Longbottom, come on Hermione.” He said.

“Don’t yell at me.”

“I’m not yelling. Why do you want him?” He asked.

“I just do. He’s not the sort of man to hurt a woman intentionally, he may not understand some things, but he’s not cruel. He would never mistreat or hit a woman. He has a modesty that refreshing when you think of some of the arrogance that goes around.” He looked away. “I didn’t mean you. There is a difference between pride and arrogance. Ron is a gentleman. He may be a little rough around the edges, but perfection isn’t something I want.”

“A lot of men are gentlemen Hermione, but for whatever you see in him, I for one think it’s wasted.”

“Wasted?” She asked.

“He won’t understand a thing unless you flat out tell him. What kind of man doesn’t make an effort to understand his woman.”

His words had Hermione thinking all day and night. Maybe he was right. If Ron didn’t understand what she was feeling, maybe he wasn’t the right man for her.

She didn’t see Malfoy that evening. Harry had asked her if they were having problems, but she just said it was nothing big. He accepted it and told her he was there for her. She was grateful him, but couldn’t help wondering why Ron hadn’t said the same thing, or noticed that she was upset.

She wondered even more when Neville said the same thing to her in the common room. He was certainly not friends of Draco’s but he wanted Hermione happy and he as there for her also.

Again, Draco had proven himself right. Harry Ginny, Neville, and Luna later in the day had noticed her sadness and taken the time to comfort her, but not Ron.

A hour or so before curfew she took a walk along the grounds, just at the edge of the forest, it offered enough seclusion to let her think.

“Out here again are you?” She turned and found Ron.

“Yes.” She said walking as he came up beside her.

“Harry said you were upset, did you and Draco have a fight.”

She shook her head. “It was nothing.” She said. So Harry had to tell him did he? So much for making an impact. “What are you doing out here?”

“Getting away from a verbal beating.” He said sitting under a tree next to her.

“What did you do this time?” She asked.

“What makes you think it is my fault?” He asked.

“Because it usually is.” She said back in an instant.

“It was nothing.” He said shrugging.

“Ronald.” She said with a certain tone he always hated.

“Alright, alright. During Hosgmeade, I mentioned it would be nice to get Harry and Ginny and you and Malfoy and maybe have lunch and she hit the roof.”

“Maybe she wanted the time alone.” She said.

“Yeah well, whatever it was, I’m getting a little tired of apologizing without knowing why.”

She sat silently at his side for a moment, then had a strange feeling that she was being watched. She looked over and found his eyes drilling into her. Before she could react he leaned in and kissed her. This time he deepened it and she was on her back holding him.

He was kissing her! He was really kissing her! She waited for the explosion and while it didn’t happen, she was happy he was kissing her, even if he was a little aggressive, but a voice in the back of her head came to the forefront and she stopped him.

“Wait Ron wait,” she pushed him off and rose up looking at him, “what about Lavender?”

He looked confused for a moment. “Lavender doesn’t have to know.” He said as if it was common knowledge.

A raging homicidal urge hit Hermione like a fire bolt. She raised her hand and let a hard stinging slap throw Ron against the tree trunk. She rose on her feet and ran to the castle, the tears just starting to form.

Draco had told her he would be practicing spells in the room of requirement so that was where she headed. It was a talent indeed to concentrate on opening the door and when she did she threw herself inside and fell to the floor, letting go of her restraint and sobbing her heart out.

“What happened?” Draco was by her side in a moment, kneeling down on the ground with her.

“That bastard!” She screamed while she sobbed. She let Draco help her to her feet and found a vase sitting on a pillar, target practice of some kind apparently. She grabbed it and hurled it against the wall.

Draco stayed where he was, not moving an inch as she destroyed various objects in the room. “I’m good enough to help with homework!” She hurled a goblet.

“I’m good enough to be a friend!” She blasted a dummy with a hex.

“I’m good enough to go to for advice!” She hurled a pillar to the ground.

“And apparently I’m good enough to fuck and that’s all!” She screamed blasting a set of pillars to pieces. Draco couldn’t hold his peace any more. He went up to her and took her shoulders.

“What are you talking about?” He asked. She started crying again and leaned against his chest. Out of nowhere a couch appeared in the corner and he took her over to sit down.

“He kissed me by the forest, and had me on my back in seconds.” Draco’s eye ticked but he said nothing. “I asked him about Lavender and he said she doesn’t have to know.”

“Oh man.” Draco said. How could Weasley have been that stupid, you never, ever say that to a girl.

“All he wants to do is fuck me, nothing else. I’m just a slut to him.” He began struggling to breathe. “I’m nothing.”

“Stop that, you are something, just because he can’t see it doesn’t make it your fault.” Draco said, wiping her tears. “He’s an idiot, don’t let him do this to you.”

“I can’t help it. My friend.” She was bawling again. “He was my friend and he thinks of me like that. Nothing but someone to have sex with. That’s all I am to him.”

“Hermione, he doesn’t deserve you.” Draco said facing her, and turning her to face him. “You’re beautiful, brilliant, compassionate and loyal. He doesn’t deserve you.”

Hermione was just starting at him. The tears fell slowly, but Draco just couldn’t help himself. He leaned in and kissed her with a pent up passion he couldn’t hold back.

She gave in, opening her mouth and letting him invade without a fight. Draco pushed her back on the couch and stretched out over her, covering her body with his.

He was almost brutal in his kiss but Hermione welcomed every moment of it. He buried her hands in her hair, plunging his tongue into her. She had the sweetest taste.

Her hands came around his back and pulled at the t shirt. He pulled away from her long enough to rip off his shirt and toss it aside. Hermione’s hands along his back branded his skin. She had the softest skin and he needed to feel more of it.

He pulled at her blouse and together they removed it. He looked down at her, watching as she reached behind her and unhooked the garment with ease. She pulled it off and tossed it aside and Draco focused on the finest set of breasts he had ever seen.

“You’re perfect.” He said. Pale porcelain as the rest of her, and pale pink nipples hard and erect, teasing him. He reached up with one hand and covered her, closing his fingers around her flesh.

The softness filled his hand and warmed his arms. Hermione arched slightly, giving him more to caress. Her hands slid up his arms, welcoming his touch, and Draco couldn’t control himself anymore. He leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth. She gasped and wove her fingers in his hair, pulled him closer.

Her legs slid along his and hugged his hips. She was hot and needy, aching everywhere. Her heart hurt and Draco was making it better. He saw her for what she was.

She pulled at his jeans, until he understood and jumped off her to strip them off. He was a sculpture that came to life, tone and perfectly chiseled. He tossed up her shirt and pulled off her knickers. Looking down at her, he saw the curls between her legs.

He reached down and slid his fingers along her lips. She was moist and hot and ready for him. She held out her arms to him and his control. He climbed on top of her and groaned at the flesh to flesh contact. Her silky skin and warmth soaked into his pores.

He kissed her deeply, feeling her lift her legs around his waist and caressing his shoulder. He guided himself to her pussy and sank himself slowly inside her. Her tightness was torture on his control.

“Hermione, you feel amazing.” He said and he moved slowly. She groaned and gave him the most delicious looking smile. He locked his lips with hers again and kept his movements slow and steady. She felt too amazing to rush with. He was going to treasure every moment he was inside her.

She sighed and whimpered and hugged him, and he loved every moment of it. They moved together, each set of hips arching into each other, healing the hurts and taking comfort in each other.

Hermione let out every emotion she was feeling. Draco was making her feel alive. He was making her feel desired, sexy, she was a woman in his arms. She covered his face with kisses, caressing every inch of flesh she could reach.

Draco returned her actions, lavishing her face, neck, and shoulders with his own open mouth kisses. They moved as only two lovers can. They comforted each other as only two lovers can.

Hermione was being driven over the edge. She felt her whole body tensing up. She clung to Draco, letting his body push her onward and gasping out as she felt him moving faster and harder.

She clenched her teeth and cried out into his neck as she came hard, squeezing down on his cock with her pussy, and flooding his loins with her fluid.

Her newfound tightness sent him into oblivion and he pushed himself toward his own orgasm, grunting loudly into her mouth and he emptied himself inside her.

Hermione cradled him to her bosom, listening to his breathing even out. This is what she wanted to feel. This is what she thought she would have with Ron, but she was wrong. Ron didn’t feel this way about her. She didn’t even know if Draco felt this way about her, but he made her feel as if he did, and she liked it.

She would worry about what happened tomorrow when it got here.