THE PHOENIX

Chapter Eight


It was the following weekend when Hermione sat in the common room doing some homework for Care of Magical Creatures, working on the foot long essay. Draco sat across from her at the large desk doing his History of Magic work. They worked in silence, occasionally sneaking glances at one another while the other was not aware.

Draco was having a hard time concentrating as he would glance up to see Hermione sucking on a red lollipop, leaving her lips wet and slightly pink. She looked like she was enjoying it as her tongue came out to lick along the round surface. He shifted in his seat thinking of the kiss and what else she could possibly do with that tongue of hers.

He gave up concentrating and closed his books. “So are you nervous for tomorrow?” He asked.

Hermione finished the sentence she was writing and looked up. “No, not really. Our practices have been going well.”

“It is only Hufflepuff you’re playing against tomorrow. Potter will probably catch the snitch in no time anyway,” Draco stated.

“Hufflepuff’s got some new players, they’re not that bad.”

“I still can’t believe you’re playing quidditch,” he mused.

“Why not. I was taught to fly awhile ago. I only recently took a liking to it......and I like the rush you get when playing,” she smiled. “It’s probably going to be a surprise for a lot of people that I made the Gryffindor team. I was a bit surprised myself that I got the chaser position when I tried out.”

“I noticed your name was on the broom race and the motorcycle races for the fund raiser,” he said, changing the subject and smirking. “Do you really think you have a chance on the broom race?”

“I have just as good as a chance as you Malfoy,” she smirked.

“Care to make a wager on that Granger?”

Hermione thought about it for all of two seconds. “Okay...if we also wager against the bike race, as I noticed your name on that list also.”

“What should we wager?” he asked.

“Why don’t we decide at the time of the races. Do you have your own bike?”

“Yes. It’s at the manor.”

“How long have your been riding?” Hermione asked, leaning her elbows on the desk.

“A few years.” He said off handedly. “You?”

“A couple of years. I’ve been spending my summers with Harry and Sirius,” she shrugged as she closed her books. She then made her way to her bedroom. “Well, goodnight Malfoy. At least I have lots of time to think of what I can win from you when I win those wagers,” she smirked.

“Keep hoping Granger,” he said smiling as he watched her leave, the possibilities of the wagers going though his own head.


The next morning the quidditch teams looked out their windows to see the clouds heavy in the air. Rain was on the way. Hermione dressed in her quidditch uniform and went down to the pitch, meeting Ron and Harry on the way.

Ron as quidditch captain gave the usual pep talk to the team and went over some of the new maneuvers they had been working on. In the background you could hear the other students making their way to the covered stands, the rain a steady slow beat against the shelter of their change room.

The team all did gripping and anti-slip charms on their brooms, readying them for the rain outside, then went to their entrance to await their cue from Dean who was the announcer for the quidditch games.

“How’re you doing ‘Mione?” Harry asked at the opening of the entrance.

“Good. Can you see how hard it’s raining?”

“Yeah. I peaked out a bit earlier. It’s just a light downpour right now, so make sure to be careful while up in the air,” Harry said as he mounted his broom.

Hermione nodded and flew out after Ron and Harry, followed by Ginny and Seamus, the other chasers. They went around the pitch then took their positions as the Hufflepuff players then flew out to take their positions also, waiting in anticipation for the first game of the season to start.

Hermione sat up on her broom and looked to the stands. Even with the rain, the stands were full. She looked to the Slytherin stands and saw the blonde head among the dark robes, and knew he was looking at her. She nodded her head to him, and smiled when he returned the gesture.

The game started slow, each team trying to get the feel of the opposing team, while Harry flew above looking for the glint of gold.

Hermione was flying to Ginny’s left side, following the quaffle that Hufflepuff was in possession of. Ginny sped up to the chaser and hit it out of the player’s loose hands where Hermione caught it one handed. She tucked the quaffle in tight at her side as she sped to the Hufflepuff end of the pitch.

Hermione heard the bludger get hit by the Hufflepuff beater to her right and glanced over through the heavy downpour of rain. It was coming right for her. She spiraled, then tossed the quaffle to Seamus, just missing the hit of the bludger as it skimmed the end of her broom. Seamus flew around behind the hoops and threw it up towards her. Hermione didn’t even try to catch it. She swung her broom around, the tail end hitting the quaffle through the hoop. The Gryffindor stands loud in their cheers.

The next play, Hermione had possession of the quaffle again. She flew close to the stands, heading straight for them as two Hufflepuff chasers were on either side of her. She glanced back as the other two did also, at the same time halting her broom. One of the chasers managed to veer off, as the other one crashed into the wall. Hermione threw the quaffle to the other chaser that was below her, then sped to assist if needed.

The game proceeded for a couple of hours, the players starting to feel numb from the cold rain. Hermione glanced down to the ground where Harry and the Hufflepuff seeker were in pursuit of the snitch. She could just make out the walnut sized gold ball in the rain and cheered Harry on as he got closer. Harry’s newer model of broom was really no match for the older style that the other seeker rode. Harry leaned down on his broom and reached out. The crowd cheered the end of the game, Gryffindor had won. Harry had caught the snitch.

They touched down where they all shook hands, then made their way back to the school. They opted not to shower in the quidditch locker rooms and decided to head back to their dorms where they could shower and change into dry clothing.

A very water-logged Hermione made her way to her dorm to see Draco very dry and smiling as he sat in front of the fire. He watched as she unstrapped her arm and leg guards, her hair dripping as her ponytail fell to the side.

"Whatever look you’re going for there Granger, you missed. You look like a drowned cat,” he laughed.

“Thanks a lot Malfoy,” she smirked. “I think I’ll jump in a nice hot shower before heading to the party,” she replied as she got up wringing the water from her ponytail.

“Oh...and Granger.” She looked back. “Good game,” he said still trying not to laugh out loud.


When she came back out, warm and dry, Draco was nowhere to be seen. She shrugged her shoulder and made her way to the Gryffindor tower where the party was in full swing. As soon as she entered, she was pulled to the makeshift bar where shooters were waiting for her to drink along with her teammates, followed by many firewhiskeys and butterbeers. For those that didn’t make it to the game, it was repeated play by play by Dean and Ron, who may have slightly exaggerated some of the plays as the drinks poured on.

Much later during the party, after several drinks and talk about Quidditch, Hermione went in search of Harry and Ron to say goodnight. She had found Harry snogging Lavender in the corner while Ron was passed out under the table. She felt that was her cue to leave. She took a quick look at Harry’s Marauder’s map to make sure the coast was clear then snuck back to her dorm, avoiding Filch and his mangy cat.

Once back to her dorm, she showered again, as Seamus had spilt almost a full glass of firewhiskey on her, and then lay on her bed in her robe. Her thoughts went to Draco, as they often had lately. She was trying to figure out what she should wager for the races at the fund raiser, when she thought of the kiss that she took from him at the quidditch pitch. She wanted to kiss him again. ‘Maybe that could be the wager’, she thought to herself with a smile.

She got up, still feeling a bit tipsy from the alcohol. She was going to tell Draco that she had made her decision on her wager. She made sure the ties to her robe were secure then went out to their common room, then to his door where she slowly opened it.

She crept closer to see he was asleep on his back, the covers bunched down to his waist, his one arm under his pillow. The moonlight coming through the window showed his muscled chest and stomach. She licked her lips and stepped closer, the urge to sample him over powering. She picked up his wand from the bedside table and quietly whispered a spell as she held her breath, hoping he didn’t wake up just yet.

Draco slowly woke up as he felt his arms moving on their own. His one arm was moving to the bed post. He tried to bring it back at his side, but it didn’t want to cooperate with him. He looked up to see both wrists were wrapped in black silk ties and attached to the headboard. “What the fuck......!” He began, then looked to the foot of his bed.

“Hi Malfoy,” Hermione said smirking at his predicament.

“Granger!? What are you doing? Untie me,” he said trying to jerk his arms from the restraints.

“I don’t think so,” she said as she pulled the covers down lower away from his body.

“Granger....” He warned.

She pointed his wand at his boxers, “Evanesco.” She said clearly for his boxers to disappear off his body, leaving him completely bare before her eyes. She slowly walked to the side of the bed to put his wand down as her fingertips trailed up his leg. “Nice,” she said huskily as she licked her lips.

“Granger.....Untie me,” he said as he raised his knees to hide his hardening member from her eyes.

She walked to the foot of the bed and pushed down on his legs to bring them down again. “It looks like you like this Malfoy,” She said as she motioned to his cock.

He looked at her, really looked at her to see her eyes a bit clouded. “You’re drunk,” he said and smirked up at her.

Her hands went to the ties of her robe and pulled slowly. “A bit. Maybe.”

Draco watched her hands untie her robe, then open it slowly to let it slide down her arms to the floor. He drank in the sight of her standing before him. Her breasts were firm and high, and he was sure they would be more than a handful for him. His eyes went lower to her slim waist, down to the curve of her hips, then between her legs to see trimmed dark brown hair. He licked his suddenly dry lips. He groaned and closed his eyes. “Untie me Hermione,” he requested huskily.

She leaned on the bed and slowly crawled up his body, straddling his hips. Her wet sex slid against his cock, making them both groan out loud as he bucked his hips up. “Mmmm.....that does feel good,” she moaned as she rocked herself against his length. “But not yet,” she breathed out raggedly.

She placed both hands at his sides as she leaned her face lower over him. “I’ve been thinking about that kiss a couple of weeks ago.....and I want more,” she said pressing her lips to his. He brought his head up as far as he could, meeting her lips as she pressed him down against his pillow with the force of the kiss. Her tongue broke through his lips to taste him. She groaned as his tongue slicked against hers, her fingers tangling in his hair as she ravaged his mouth. Her teeth nibbled his bottom lip as she pulled away to graze her lips and teeth along his jaw to the side of his neck.

Draco lay back, his hands gripping the silk ties at his wrists as her mouth moved along his neck. He bent his head back, breathing hard, as she bit onto a particular sensitive spot by his collar bone.

Her hands went to his sides, her mouth moving to his chest as her hair fell to the sides of her face, the soft strands caressing his sides. She licked and nibbled softly across his upper chest, tasting his heated skin.

“Hermione,” he groaned out as her tongue flicked against his nipple, his hips bucking up against her stomach as she kneeled between his legs.

She looked up as she licked around the nipple to see his eyes boring into hers with such heat, she felt a tingle go straight between her legs. “Do you want me to stop Draco?” She asked as she wrapped her lips around the nipple and sucked into her mouth.

“No.” He managed to groan out between panting breaths. “Don’t stop,” he begged.

She grinned against him as her mouth moved along his stomach, not leaving a dry spot along his skin, as she moved lower and lower, teasing him unmercifully.

Her hands grasped his hips as her teeth grazed his hip, sucking the skin, marking him. “Please.......Hermione......I need......” He started as his hips moved under her hands.

She gripped the base of his cock as her tongue flicked out to the leaking tip. Her tongue swirled around the engorged head, slowly laving the hardened flesh.

He gripped the headboard as her lips wrapped around the head of his cock. “Oh...god!” he moaned, feeling as if he was going to explode inside of her mouth.

Her one hand went to his balls, massaging them gently as she gradually took him deeper into her mouth. He started to buck his hips up when she pressed him down with her other hand and stopped until he stilled his movements.

He felt her tongue swirl along his length as she took him deeper in her mouth. Her lips met her fist that was still at the base, then moved back up to tease the tip again. She moved back down, taking most of him in again, then came back up slowly, repeating this motion several times.

Her mouth went down as she moved her fingers from around his cock. She relaxed her throat and swallowed as she took him deeper. He bucked up. “Fuck.....Hermione.” He growled out as she deep throated him. His knees went up at her sides as his hips moved up, fucking her mouth.

She slowly moved her head up, and let him slip out of her mouth. He moaned at the loss of warmth around his cock. He was so close to release, he ached.

Her mouth moved up his stomach, straight up to his neck as her legs once again straddled his hips. She looked down to see the heat in his eyes. She bent down to kiss his mouth as her hand went between them to position his erection at her entrance.

Draco felt the wet heat around the head of his cock and growled as he bucked up, ramming up into her hard. Their moans were muffled into their kiss as he raised his knees for better leverage as he continued to thrust up into her hard and fast.

Her hands went on either side of his head as she pushed down onto his thrust. She arched her back as her breasts came close to his mouth. He reached up his head to take a hanging nipple into his mouth, not letting go as his tongue curled around the pebbled nub. She groaned as her fingers went through his hair, holding his head in place as he began to suck harder.

She pushed onto him, until he was buried deep inside of her, grinding her hips against him. His head went back as he felt her tighten around his cock. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed up to sit up on top of him.

She slowed the pace, moving her hips forwards then backwards, riding him deep. Each of them gathering a thin sheen of sweat on their skin from holding back their release. She could see the strain it was for him, as the muscles in his body tightened.

She skimmed a hand up her stomach, cupping her breast to tug at the nipple, while her other hand went between her legs, her fingers circling against her clit. She threw her head back as she quickened the pace, her climax building.

He looked up at her flushed face and body. He felt her knuckles where she was fingering herself. He bucked up. “Hermione,” he cried out as he pulsed inside of her and came deep and hard, leaving him shaking in the aftermath.

Hermione ground against him as her fingers flew against her clit, her climax exploding inside of her, the contractions gripping him tight, her clit throbbing against her fingers. She leaned forward to kiss his lips softly as she raised herself off of him, letting him slip out of her, their mixed fluids running down her leg.

“Are you going to untie me now?” he said unsteadily, smirking up at her.

“In a minute,” she said trying to regain her breathing.

She got up on shaky legs and gathered up her robe to slip it on over her flushed body. Draco watched her a she did the ‘scourgify’ spell on them to clean them up. Then muttered another spell to unbind him.

She turned to walk out of the bedroom. “Where are you going Hermione?”

“To my own bed.”

“So you just have your way with me, and leave?” he asked as he rubbed his wrists to get the circulation going again.

She looked to him. “Nothings changed between us Draco. You’re still the pureblood, and I’m still the mudblood. Those two don’t mix.....do they?” she said. “At least that’s what you’ve been saying for the past seven years.”

“Who gives a shit about that anymore Hermione,” he said as he sat up. “Come back to bed and let me show you how good we do mix together,” he smiled hopefully.

“I don’t think so Draco.” She turned her back. “Goodnight,” she said as she softly closed the door behind her.

Draco pulled the covers over his body, her scent heavy in the air, and laid back down, his head resting on his hands. He closed his eyes to replay the last couple of hours. He wondered if she was going to regret it later when the alcohol had completely left her system. He knew that he didn’t regret it.....in fact he wanted her again. Wanted to be able to hold her and touch her as he kissed his way over her body. It took everything he had not to go to her at that moment. As he drifted off to sleep again, his thoughts were on Hermione and how he would be able to become closer to her.....and how he could get her back in his bed again.


Hermione also lay in bed as she remembered the way he tasted and felt. The way he filled her. She was very badly tempted to stay with him the night, but wasn’t sure about him yet. It was hard to forget the way he was the first five or so years towards her. ‘But man....can he kiss,’ she thought to herself smiling as she lay on her side, cuddling a pillow as she drifted into a dream filled sleep.


Thanks Lessa (my beta reader)