Driven

Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter, but Blessings to JKR for creating it

A/N: Okay so this chapter contains my first ever smut scene. I hope its okay, its one thing to read it, and entirely another to write it. Thank you for all of your continued support.

Chapter 7: Possibilities

Hermione loved this club. It was a Muggle club but it was run by a squib, and because he knew she was of age in the wizarding world, he turned a blind eye if she wanted a drink or two. The music was pumping and she had been dancing non stop for two hours, the current song was “White Orchid” by the White Stripes. It was almost enough to take her mind off of the two men she was living with, almost.

As if the music had a mind of its own and knew that the occupants of the dance floor need a break, the song shifted and “Savin Me” by Nickleback came on. Hermione headed for the bar as the lyrics drifted into her head and for some reason they reminded her of the night that Malfoy showed up at Grimauld Place.


Prison gates won’t open up for me.
These hands and knees I’m crawling on
I reach for you.
Well, I’m terrified of these four walls
These iron bars can’t hold my soul
And, all I need is you
Come please I’m calling
And, oh I scream for you
Hurry, I’m falling I’m Falling.


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She had been in her room reading when she heard the portraits start screaming. She headed straight for her door. The boys had beaten her into the hall and were already headed down the stairs.

“Stay up here Mione,” Harry had called over his shoulder.

“Sure Harry,” she had called back as she followed them down the stairs.

When they got to the first floor, Remus, all of the present Weasleys and Tonks were already in the foyer along with, Snape and Malfoy. Everyone had their wands out, there was so many things being shouted at once that no one could understand anyone else.

“Shut the bloody hell up!” Harry screamed, and there was silence.

He turned to Severus and Draco and in a deathly calm voice asked the question that they’d all been waiting to hear since the night Dumbledore died, “What happened on that tower Snape? Choose your words carefully because my wand arm is feeling fairly itchy tonight.”

Snape told them the whole story, including Draco’s defection and initiation. Through all of this Hermione could not take her eyes off of Draco. He looked quite simply spent. His left forearm was bandaged and she knew what was under it. She felt a pain in her chest at the thought of what he had just been through. She quietly walked over to him and gently took his good arm and led him to the kitchen.

“Sit down Malfoy,” she practically whispered. She could see the surprise in his eyes but he said nothing and sat down. She set a butterbeer in front of him, and set about getting him a bowl of soup and some of Molly’s fresh bread, she just felt like someone needed to take care of him.

Neither of them noticed that Ron had followed them and was watching from the hallway with a very dangerous expression on his face. He could not believe that his girlfriend was showing an ounce of kindness to that git.
Draco clung to her kindness for the next two weeks because he certainly wasn’t getting a warm welcome from the other residents of the house, and Snape had gone into hiding, to keep up appearances.

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Show me what its like
To be the last one standing
Teach me wrong from right
And I’ll show you what I can be
And say if for me say it to me
And I’ll leave this life behind me
Say it if it’s worth Savin me.

She ordered an Appletini and lit a cigarette while she waited for it. She swiveled her stool so she could people watch and that’s when she saw him entering the club. He hadn’t noticed her yet as he was paying the cover charge and having his hand stamped. As always he was dressed to get attention, black slacks, black shoes, and hunter green shirt. He had stopped slicking back his hair and it fell to just above his collar. Her heart started to beat triple time.

Heavens gates won’t open up for me
These broken wings I’m falling
All I see is you
These city walls ain’t got no love for me
I’m on the ledge of the 18th story
And oh I scream for you
Come please I’m I calling
And all I need from you
Hurry I’m falling, I’m falling

He scanned the room as he passed the bouncer. It only took him a minute to spot her at the bar. ‘A Malfoy doesn’t get nervous,’ he thought to himself as his stomach flipped over, ‘Merlin, she looks amazing.’ She was all in black, save the big silver earrings and chain belt. She was wearing a black blouse that fell off of one shoulder, a flouncy black skirt that fell to just above her knees, and boots that came to just below them. She had obviously done something to make her hair look even more tousled than normal. He started across the club to her, weaving through the people milling around the dance floor waiting for the fast music to start back up.

Show me what its like
To be the last one standing
Teach me wrong from right
And I’ll show you what I can be
And say if for me say it to me
And I’ll leave this life behind me
Say it if it’s worth Savin me.

She finished her drink in one swallow just to try and calm the nerves. He held his hand out for her as the music shifted. Neither of them was paying attention to what exactly was playing. They were oblivious to the crowd around them. Draco placed one hand on her waist and held onto her hand with his other and pulled her to him.

Hermione had to look straight up to see his eyes, she was right up against his chest, surrounded by his scent. For once in her seventeen years Hermione Jane Granger had no words, so she just went with the moment and laid her head down on Draco’s chest. Near the end of the song, she looked back up at him and the fire in his icy eyes made her shudder. He bent his head down to hers and touched his lips to hers. She was definitely not imagining it this time.

She leaned into him further if that was possible, and slid her arms up and around his neck. She felt his tongue just barely touching her lips, a silent request. Her lips parted slightly and he took this as an invitation to deepen the kiss. She tasted of apples and cigarettes, and he tasted of cigarettes and just a hint of firewiskey. She felt like her world was spinning out of control, and she clung to him like a lifeline.

When they came up for air, Hermione looked a little shell shocked and Draco was grinning like an idiot. He ran a hand through her hair and took her hand again, “Come on Mione, let me buy you a drink,” he said as he led her from the dance floor back to the bar. She followed him wordlessly and stood beside him as he ordered her another Appletini, and ordered himself a Jack and Coke.

They drank in silence and Draco kept one arm possessively around her waist, sending a clear message to any of the men in the club thinking of hitting on her ‘hands off’. They had finished their drinks and were sharing a cigarette when Gwen Stefani’s “What are you waiting for” started. They just looked at each other ‘how appropriate’ they both thought and Draco caught Hermione’s hand again and pulled her onto the dance floor.

They danced until the club closed at 3am, fast songs, slow songs, and stolen kisses. He monitored her alcohol intake because he did not want a repeat performance of the previous night, so she was only a little tipsy when they left the club. They headed for the tube station and Draco grabbed her hand again, ‘I could so get used to this,’ she thought.
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It was almost 4 when they arrived back at the flat. They could have apparated but the city was so pretty all lit up at night that they decided to walk from the tube station and take advantage of the pleasant weather.

“Want some breakfast?” Draco asked.

“Mmm hmm, just let me change,” Hermione replied, and headed into her room to change. Draco decided to change as well and made it back into the kitchen before she did. He started a pot of coffee and pulled eggs, bacon, milk and bread from the fridge. He had the bacon started and was pouring two mugs of coffee when she walked out wearing pajama pants and a tank top.

Hermione walked into the kitchen and gave herself a boost onto the counter next to Draco. She accepted the steaming mug from him saying, “ta.” They drank in silence as Draco worked on breakfast. Once the bacon was all done and transferred to a plate, he whipped up some eggs and a dash of milk and poured the mixture directly into the bacon pan. Hermione hopped down off the counter and took two slices of bread out to put in the toaster.

Once breakfast was ready, they got some orange juice out of the fridge and sat down to eat. Hermione made little noises of approval while she ate, and Draco thought that it was the cutest thing in the world. He also found himself imagining her making those noises while she was doing something entirely more interesting with her mouth. He had to clear his throat to cover up the moan that escaped him at that image, and slid a little further under the table to “conceal the evidence” as it were.

Hermione looked up at him and asked if he was okay, to which he just nodded and smiled. Once they were done eating, Hermione stood and took her plate to the sink. “I’ll get the dishes love, you can just keep me company,” Draco said.

“Are you sure, you did all the cooking?” Hermione replied.

“Quite sure,” he replied, lifting her by the waist and depositing her back on the counter next to the sink, which left him standing in between her knees. The intimacy of this position made her blush. “I haven’t even touched you yet and already you’re blushing, we’ll have to work on that.” Draco said pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

“Yet,” she squeaked.

“Yes, we have the flat to ourselves for the next day and a half, and I intend to take advantage of it. I want you Mione, and I thought you would be more comfortable if we were alone without the threat of interruption.” He replied.

Her blush deepened and she couldn’t quite look him in the eye, “I’ve never…..”

“I know,” he said soothingly, “we are going to take this one step at a time. And, if at any point you want me to stop just say stop. I would never do anything to hurt you intentionally.”

Draco used his forefinger to tip her chin up so she was looking him in the eye, then very slowly bent forward and kissed her. As she wrapped her arms around him drawing him closer she was brought into contact with the evidence that he really did want her, and she gasped into his mouth. She involuntarily rocked her hips into his and shivered as he rubbed up against an area that she was becoming increasingly aware of.

It felt like hours before they came up for air, still rocking against one another, and Hermione felt like she was on fire, and not quite sure what to do about it. Draco took charge of the situation and helped her down of the counter before sweeping her up into his arms and heading for her bedroom.

He laid her gently on top of the duvet, and then stretched out beside her. Her eyes were huge and he could tell she was extremely nervous, so he reached out and gently stroked her cheek. She held his hand to her face and took a deep breath which seemed to settle her. Scooting closer he drew his hand slowly down her neck, over her shoulder, and down her arm, his fingers tangling with hers and he leaned in to kiss her again.

She heard a moan and it took her a minute to realize that it came from her own throat. His hand squeezed hers then moved to her waist, slowly inching upward towards her breast. When he reached his target, and rubbed his thumb against her nipple she gasped again and began to tremble. He made comforting noises of reassurance as his lips moved from hers to settle on her neck.

He then moved his mouth up to her ear, lightly tracing it with his tongue before sucking the lobe into his mouth and nipping it with his teeth, causing her to groan and arch up on the bed. Her eyes were shut tightly and she was completely lost in the moment. He smiled and reached for the hem of her tank top, drawing it over her head, her eyes popping open at the new exposure.

He kept his eyes locked on hers as he bent his mouth over her breast. He lazily traced one nipple with his tongue, while he flicked the other with his thumb. He could feel her heartbeat accelerating from where his other hand was positioned and she was making noises very similar to the ones she made while eating, though more urgent. She cried out when he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.

His hand moved from her breast to slide down her stomach and he stopped after loosening the drawstring on her pants, looking at her, silently asking for permission to proceed. He groaned when he slid his hand in and came into contact with soft curls instead of panties. She smiled at him and looked away sheepishly.

“I need you to open your legs a little more love,” Draco said and when she had done as he asked he slid one finger through the curls to find that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. “Has anyone ever touched you this way?” He asked. She shook her head. “And have you ever touched yourself here?” He asked slowly pushing one finger into her, both of them groaning, her at the intrusion, and him at the tightness. “No,” she gasped.

He slowly withdrew his finger before adding another and pushing back in, causing her to shift in discomfort. He kissed her forehead, “I know sweetheart, but I need to do this, to make it easier for you.” He used his thumb to circle her nub and realized that she was about to come. He whispered in her ear, “Just let it happen, relax, and then just let it happen.” He felt her muscles relax around his fingers and immediately rolled his thumb over her, causing her to shatter and come up off the bed with the force of her first climax.

He undressed quickly as she was coming back down and quickly muttered a contraceptive charm before setting his wand aside and kneeling between her legs. He settled his weight on his forearms having grabbed her hands in his. “I’m afraid this will hurt at first, but I promise that the pain will be over quickly and it’s well worth it. Just hold on and keep your eyes on mine.” He said positioning himself at her entrance. She whimpered as he began to push in, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

He stilled himself once he was all the way in and began placing kisses all over her tear streaked face as he allowed her to adjust to him. She took several deep breaths, and then kissed him as she moved her hips experimentally, she was still sore but the majority of the pain had faded. She looked up at him and nodded, “okay.”

He slowly pulled most of the way out, and then slid back in, both of them moaning at the sensation. She wrapped her legs around his hips and discovered that he went in even deeper at this angle. Their rhythm increased as Hermione became more comfortable and she began to get that feeling in the pit of her stomach again, like she was going to fly out control again. Draco could see it in her eyes and changed the rhythm to speed things up. He felt her walls begin to tighten around him and knew he was lost when she came screaming his name, pulling him right off the cliff with her.