All the Right Moves

When Draco found Hermione back in their common room she looked down. He asked her what was wrong.

When she didn’t answer, he asked her, “do you have feelings for Potter? I need to know if you do, because I don’t want to waste my time. Well do you?”

She looked shocked at him, and said, “Of course I don’t like Harry like that. You should know better. I was shocked to see him with her. I know he doesn’t love her, and I was sorry to see a friend giving it away to someone he doesn’t care about.”

Draco looked into her eyes and asked, “does this mean you care about me.”

She looked annoyed at him and said, “of course it does, you prat. What else would it mean?”

Draco’s eyes widened, and then without warning he picked her up and took her to his room.

She yelled at him, “What are you doing, that didn’t mean come and get it!”

He retorted, “No, but I am going to ravage you anyway.”

Hermione giggled in anticipation as he through her down on his bed. She needed this; it had been too long since they had last been joined.

His lips were crashing into hers. He didn’t even remove all her clothing; he pushed her school skirt up, and tore her knickers.

She was about to protest about that when he said, “Don’t worry, I’ll buy you more. I need you now.”

She panted in response. He was devouring her mouth. He unzipped his pants and released his cock. He entered into her without delay and she cried out in the pleasure of being filled with him. He rapidly pounded into her. He was ravishing her like she was air, and he needed her to breathe.

After they had sex three times, in different positions, Draco and Hermione were finally sated, and fell asleep in each others arms.

The next morning, Harry kept giving Hermione warning glances, and Hermione was trying not to giggle at him. Poor Ron was oblivious to it all as he sat there staring at Hermione’s lips. She looked happier than he had ever seen her. Maybe she was enjoying all the work they were responsible for this year. Obviously that fluke with Malfoy hadn’t ended up being a problem, and she wasn’t seeing anyone, so Ron thought that he would try and ask her out again soon.

He was waiting for the right time; but truth be told he couldn’t stop thinking about her breasts in front of his face, as she straddled his lap. That was the vision that he wanked off to every night. She was so sexy, and he wanted to fully have her.

It had been about a week since Hermione and Draco had said that they cared about one another. They had enjoyed an evening together at a fancy restaurant in Hogsmeade. Hermione had worn a stunning floor length emerald green gown, and done her hair up with some tendrils hanging down. Draco had taken one look at her, and told her she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

They had made love again that evening when they had returned. They were falling into the routine of having sex and then sharing a bed. Hermione couldn’t imagine a time when she didn’t wake up with his arms around her. It was the most blissful time in her life. She should have known that something would occur to upset it.

Hermione was in the bathroom with Ginny who was trying on clothes because she had an outing with Seamus; when Ginny had to use the restroom. Ginny asked Hermione for a tampon and Hermione handed her one without thinking. But as Ginny was still talking to her through the stall Hermione started thinking that she always had her period when Ginny did.

As Ginny was coming out, she looked at the peculiar expression on her friend’s face, and Hermione said, “Ginny, I’m so sorry but I forgot something, and I have to go.”

Hermione quickly left after that, and started thinking on the way back to her dormitory. They always did the incantation to prevent pregnancy, but then Hermione remembered the crazy night they caught Harry and Pansy doing it, and Draco had ravaged her. She didn’t remember him doing the incantation.

Calm down Hermione, she thought to herself. You are probably overreacting. She made to her room and looked at her calendar, and realized that she was 5 days late.

She thought to herself, “it could be from stress.”

She had read somewhere about early pregnancy detection, in the wizarding world if they had the right potion, you could tell within a day whether you were pregnant or not. She went and got some ingredients.

Hermione set up a cauldron and started brewing the potion. The potion was ready after about an hour of brewing. She put some in a vial and took it back to her dormitory.

She put it on her desk and was looking at it from across the room. She wanted to know, but was scared to know at the same time. How would he react if she had a life growing inside her? How would she react? How would she be able to function? What would Harry and Ron say? All of these questions were running through her mind. She had to know.

She took the vial and went into the bathroom. She locked the door. She opened the top and looked into the bottle. All I have to do is drink this, she thought.

The potion makes the drinker pee automatically, so it has to be taken over a toilet. It turns the water purple if you are pregnant and orange if you are not.

She took one more look at it, and then said to herself, “bottom’s up.”

She took the potion and sat on the toilet. Within a minute she started peeing. She had not looked down yet. She was scared to see which color had come out of her.

As she looked down and got her answer, the door had opened and she looked up to see Draco looking at her, and then looking at the bottle. His eyes met hers and a realization of what she was doing crept into his mind. She wiped herself and stood up.

She turned and flushed the toilet watching the purple water wash down the drain. She then looked at him, and he knew.