A Little Polishing

The next day Hermione thought she would have feelings of guilt but she had none. She felt good in fact, although still hurt by what Ron had said to her.

She walked along the hallway and saw Draco at the end corridor slipping into the room of requirement. When he saw her he held the door open for her.

She sped up and vanished into the room with him. It was a common room but much smaller and without any house colors. There was a false fire and a comfortable looking couch. Drinks appeared on the small table in front of them.

He guided her to a seat with a hand at her back and sat down beside her. He kept an arm draped behind her on the couch. “I hope you aren’t having regrets.” He said softly.

“No, I don’t regret anything.” She told him. “I thought I would feel guilty.”

“But you don’t?” He asked with a smile.

“No I don’t.” She said shifting slightly to face him. “I feel bad though.”

“Why?” He reached out and played with a lock of hair on her shoulder.

“What Ron said hurt my feelings. Worse then I could have imagined.”

“Yes, he’s insensitive to how girls feel.” Draco said. “I know I’ve asked you before, but why him?”

“He was my friend. They say the best relationships start off when you are just friends. He never abandoned me before. He was loyal and always cared about me, but I guess the same can be said about his feelings for Ginny, Luna even Harry. I guess I thought I was special.”

“I’m sure you are special to him, but not in that way.” Draco said. “You were always safe to him. Seeing you on the same level as the girls he looks at confused the hell out of him.”

“But to think I would just have sex with him when he had a girlfriend?” Her temper showed. “I won’t be his dirty secret.”

“You shouldn’t have to be.” He said.

Hermione looked over at him and took in his passive face. “How do you feel about me Draco?” She asked quietly.

“I think you’re remarkable. I think you were pretty before but with a few small changes you are stunning. When we started this I thought that all you needed what my mother called a little polishing, but now I know you only needed a little confidence.” She smiled at his words, and her body leaned in a little.

“Maybe your right.” She said.

“I’ve been right so far.” He joked and smiled at her giggle. “What’s going to happen with him now?”

“I don’t know if I can trust him now. What he said to me was insulting.” She said. “And if I ended up with him, I’d always wonder if he would eventually repeat that to some other girl.”

“Well, he is Weasley.” Draco said. “What about us?”

“What about us?” She asked.

“Do you want to keep doing this?” He asked moving closer.

“It has it’s rewards, I must admit.” She said sliding closer.

“It certainly does.” He said grinning as he leaned in and kissed her. “I have to admit that I didn’t take as much time as I want with you.” He said moving to her neck.

“Is that so?” She asked, letting her head fall back.

“Yes, there was something I wanted to do, but things got so heated that I skipped it.” He dropped lower to the cleavage given by her v neck jumper.

“What was that?” She asked, lifting a leg over his.

He lifted his lips back to her neck and up to her earlobe. “I wanted to eat you out.” She gasped and he couldn’t help but smile. “Trust me, it will happen eventually.”

“Maybe I can suck your cock while your doing it.” She whispered in his ear. He groaned loudly and took her lips in a hot kiss. They shared romantic snogging for awhile then left the room, taking a walk along the gardens.

After lunch she went to the common room. She had said she would loan Ginny her books from last term exams to study from. She decided to get it before she met Draco. He thought that avoiding Ron would make her feelings clear to him and she agreed.

But as luck would have it Ron was in the common room and stood when she came through the portrait.

“Hermione can I talk to you?” He asked.

“I’m busy Ron, I have to get something for Ginny.” She turned but he stopped her.

“Just one moment Hermione, please.” She turned and looked at him but didn’t sit. She stood there just waiting.

“I want to apologize for what I said. I didn’t realize how degrading it would have been to you, and I shouldn’t have asked.”

“No Ron you shouldn’t.” She took a step toward him. “If anyone else had said it I could have brushed it off but you were my friend.” He hung his head avoiding her eyes. “My own friend thought I would be his …..well I don’t know what you thought I’d be. How could you think I was that type of female?”

“I know Hermione, and I’m sorry.” He said sitting down and looking at the ground. “If you don’t forgive me I will understand.”

“Why did you approach me for that?” She asked. He shook his head but she persisted. “I have to know Ron.”

“Lavender always makes me feel like a man, complimenting me on this or that. Her jealousy is a nightmare thought. She doesn’t believe me when I say I wasn’t looking at anyone and she was very jealous when you came back looking the way you did, she nearly hit the roof. She wanted me to end my friendship with you but I told her I wouldn’t.”

“I take it the problems started there.” She said.

“Yes, no matter what I said she wouldn’t believe me. I told her you were my friend, you had been for years and I wasn’t about to end it. Jealousy is something I can’t handle. I want her to see me as a gentleman, and trust me. I guess I was trying too hard and I snapped. I didn’t mean to make you feel degraded Hermione. I’m sorry if I did.”

Hermione smiled at her longtime friend. “Maybe if you spoke to her like you speak to me, she will understand. Girls respond to more then just compliments and kisses Ron. We can understand feelings.” He merely nodded. “Ignoring her at the ball and asking me for the first dance didn’t help either.”

He looked up and smiled, giving her a nod. She got up and hurried to her room for Ginny’s book, giving it to Ron. He would deliver it.

She met up with Draco at the fountain. “So he doesn’t talk to her does he? No wonder they have issues.”

“It’s not his fault, he’s used to me talking to him as a friend, so when it comes to girls, he doesn’t know what to say.”

“He has a sister.” Draco said.

“Who is just as much of a tomboy as they come. Ginny’s not the girly type either. She mean with a beaters bat even though her position is chaser.”

“I know, I’ve played against her.” He said. “Do you think he’ll make an effort with her?”

“I honestly hope so. He seems to care but this jealousy of hers is his only complaint, although I don’t think it‘s jealousy.”

“Sounds as if you approve.” He said.

“I guess I do. Knowing that he doesn’t see me that way isn’t depressing. Frankly if I felt the way I thought I did about him, I would be upset and I’m not.”

“So I have to ask,” he said wrapping at arm around her shoulder, “how was it?”

“Nothing.” She said. “No heat, no passion, nothing like you.” She said blushing.

“Well I could have told you that.” He said with a arrogant stride that earned him a fist in the ribs.

That evening before curfew Hermione slipped into the room of requirement. The same setting remained, the couch in front of the fire. The same fire was there. She went and took a sip of the drinks available.

Draco entered a few moments later and made a beeline for her. She let him fall over her, easing onto her back within a moment. Her legs opened and hugged him immediately. She didn’t know how much she had missed his company until she was in it again. She returned his kisses well aware of his hands under her skirt feeling for the lacy fabric she was wearing.

She rose up and with both hands pulled her knickers off and stuffed them in his pocket. She giggled and let him part her legs while he kneeled before her. She felt the flat of his tongue run from the bottom of her slit to the top.

She inhaled deeply and let her legs relax. He was massaging her inner thighs while giving her long slow licks. Soon she felt his fingers opening her up and slipping his tongue into her sucking out her juice.

She let out a grown and reached down weaving her hands in his hair. She kept her legs wide enjoying his gift to her. She let her fingers move along his face, feeling his jaw move as he tasted her.

She loved what he was doing but the tease she gave him earlier came to mind. “Draco?” She said.

“Mmm hmmm?” The vibrations brought another sigh from her lips.

“Can we do it together?” She asked. He froze and rose up to look at her, giving his lips a wipe with the back of his hand.

“Are you sure?” He asked. She nodded and he held out hands. She rose and they moved closer to the false fire. A mattress appeared on the floor and the couch vanished. He started taking off all his clothes and she did the same.

When they were both naked Draco took her hand and together they got on the mattress. Draco stretched out his back and guided her over him. She rested her weight on her elbows as she took him in her mouth.

His skin tasted clean and soft on her tongue. She took him as deep as she could without gagging. His blonde curls tickled her nose but she ignored it. Having Draco’s length in her mouth was a bigger turn on then she thought it was.

She hadn’t realize it but she was grinding her hips into his face. He didn’t seem to mind because he was eagerly eating her out with a vengeance. Hermione couldn’t stand any more. She rose up and got off him. When she turned and faced him he had a confused look on his face. It vanished into ecstasy when she straddled his hips.

He gripped her hips and helped her find her place. Reaching down with one hand, he guided his head to her pussy. When his hands came back to her hips, she sank down and absorbed him. His eyes rolled back and he groaned loudly.

Hermione felt a surge of adrenaline. Draco enjoyed her, it was plain to see and it fed her ego. She rolled her hips, moving in this direction and that finding what position gave her what she needed.

Draco watched her moving, shifting around, taking him deeper. She soon found a rhythm she liked and started moving faster. She looked down as saw Draco being rocked up and down by her movements, and she slowed slightly.

“Don’t stop,” he said, “do what you want, use me to get off.” It was enough for her and she picked up the pace. He thrust his hips upward just a little letting her ride more of his length.

She was glorious, her hair swinging, her face flushed, and her lips open and panting. He gripped her hips urging her on. He took in her contorted face as she approached her peak. Her nipples had tightened up and she thrust her hips forward and squeezed down on his cock as she came hard.

She dropped her head and heaved into his neck. Draco still rock hard, caressed her back, running his fingertips along her skin. “Enjoy that did you?” He asked with a smile.

She forced herself to rise and look down at him. “I don’t think I can keep going.” She said.

“You don’t have to, just let me up.” She moved off him and tried to turn but he held her shoulder and stopped her. “Stay on your knees.” He moved behind her and enter her from behind. “Do you mind this?” He asked before he moved.

“No, I don’t mind.” She said and rested her face on the mattress arching her ass back into him. Draco caressed and squeezed the firm globes as he began sliding in and out. He was already close because of her riding him and it was only a moment before he was approaching his own orgasm.

Hermione held on to the mattress as she was pulled back into him then thrown forward by his thrusts. Her nipples brushed against the mattress and her fists white knuckled in their grip.

Draco fucker her harder, feeling his sac tighten up and his whole body exploded as he cried out, thrusting hard. The thrust again. Then again. Then he collapsed in her back, forcing her flat with his weight.

Together they fell asleep on the mattress, spooned against each other.