Unravel

Fuck.


Fuck!


Fuck.


Fuck!


"Fuck!" Draco screamed as he paced around the Head Master's office. How could he be so damn careless? The reality of what he just did was starting to hit him so hard he felt like falling to his knees. Did he really need to draw this much attention to himself and to the relationship Granger had with McClaggen? Had with McClaggen. Well at least that made him feel a little better. Except there were far worse things than giving a damn what the bloody school thought, what if his father finds out? Which he will, he always does.


"Fuck!"


Was she actually worth the punishments that he was going to be forced to endure over the next few days? Was she worth giving up the do-whatever-the-fuck-you-want-and-get-away-with-it badge? And how about expulsion? Or the rabid fury of beatings his father was going to bestow upon him?


His hands were running wildly through his hair as the wheels in his brain cranked away and thought over every outcome of this blasted situation. He suddenly stopped and heard Hermione's voice as it screamed out his name in alarment. Was it for his own safety? Or out of the hatred for what he had just done to her boyfriend? He thought other wise.


She was screaming out just for him and there were no other ways to describe it. For a moment he could smell her hair smothering him from when he had her facing the mirror. He could see the look of desire in her glowing eyes as his hands touched the most private of her places, and then he could see the tears that she cried for more reasons than he probably actually knew. He hated to think about it as much as he hated to admit that he even thought about it, but he hated watching those drops fall down her cheeks.


Fucking McClaggen, he definitely deserved what he and Smith got. Draco inwardly cringed as the worse part of their damned bet came back to punch him, McClaggen wanted to touch her, like he touched her. Only his hands would be on that body he decided.


It was all worth it for her. To avenge those two fucking wastes of life, because Merlin knows she would have just went to Dumbledore and they would have just been punished with out the agonizing pain that they deserved.


A voice halted Draco's thoughts and steps. "What is it that Mr. McClaggen and Mr. Smith did to Miss Granger that made you react as you did?" He almost forgot where he was and who was staring at him trying to fit all his pieces together. Wait...


"How do you know I did what I did because of some worthless Mudblood?" Draco asked coolly.


Professor Dumbledore did not flinch at the use of the demeaning term, he just quietly stared at Draco, waiting for a reply. Draco understood he couldn't fuck around with the man he once tried to kill, so the Head Boy (his title hadn't been taken away yet) sat down before the man with the long white beard and decided to tell him his story and rash reasons.


"He made a bet with Smith that if he could sleep with Hermione before the end of term." Just speaking about it was making his fist curl tighter, his knuckles turning white. "He had been lying to her for weeks. He did this whole poetry act that made Granger melt right into him. It didn't help that he found her right after we got into a huge fight. She was so vulnerable."


He stopped a second realizing how that if he just would had been honest with her...no this wasn't his fault. Draco shook his head trying to rid those thoughts and continued on, "He was even fooling Potter and Weasley, not like that's hard..." He couldn't help adding that last part. "But fooling Hermione! Just to sleep with her! You understand her intellect, she had to be under serious pressure to not see through that git!"


Draco was looking at the Professor intently hoping that he was understanding him, "They disgust me sir and I do not regret doing what I did to them. Nobody, nobody,touches Hermione.


It wasn't very hard at all to see that the boy with his head held in his hands staring at the ground was very much in love with Hermione Granger. The boy's entire explanation was told with burning intensity in his eyes. Draco didn't lift his head when he began to speak again. "I'll begin packing right away, I expect to be out of here by tomorrow morning."


Still the ground transfixed the boy so he was not able to see the tugging grin on the Head Master's mouth. "Nonsense Mr. Malfoy, two weeks of detention should do it."


***


It seemed after all the commotion and the dragging away of beaten, raging students that not one person in the room knew how to react. With all the rumors flowing freely it wasn't hard for Hermione to storm out of the Great Hall. The sea of people parted ways for her as she left, every set of eyes burning her.


Hermione was trying so hard to sort out everything she was feeling at the moment. Cormac had ripped her heart clean from her chest, but was he really ever that important to her anyway? If the same exact thing wouldn't have happened to her that very same day by a different stupid boy than she would have never spoken to Cormac to begin with! Well, that's a lie. He would have cornered her at some point to try and win her over, there was that whole bet thing. She felt she could never trust another boy again.


What a damn idiot! How could she be so damn stupid to fall for his shit? Feelings that she should be feeling, like guilt for cheating and terrible worrying for bloodied Cormac, were not there because the whole thing was a fucking sham. So instead she was confused as to why Draco did what he did.

A small smile appeared on her lips, he did it for her because he found out about the bet too, he had to of.


At least now everything was out in the open to everyone and there wouldn't have to be any sneaking around. It may have been under some very intense circumstances, but at least now it was out there. The whole school knew about them, well they thought they did. Harry and Ron at least knew the truth.


She sighed as she turned the corner towards her dorm. She hoped that Draco didn't get expelled and would be able to come back to her. Stop thinking like he's yours, she scolded herself. They had drug each other through so much it was hard not to feel some claim over him. Now where did they stand against each other?


Finally her warm blankets were wrapped around her, reminding her much of what it felt like to be in his arms. And then the conversation's with him in the lavatory that night came back to her.


“Cormac? That is who you choose to engage with rather than I?” He sounded formal as he said it, back to something she clearly could recognize was not him.


She looked up into his eyes to try and read how he was really feeling. They were storming with different colors and emotions, completely confused and hard to decode


The uncomfortable wetness between her legs was beginning to make her throb with need that would not be fulfilled that night. She tried hard to fix her dress and hair to give off the appearance that she wasn’t just
being ravaged. “No,” She replied firmly. His eyes lit up with uncertainty,


“So you’ll have me?” He asked still perplexed.


“No.” She said as firmly just as the first time.


What the hell was she talking about when she told him that? Of course she'll have him...if he'll have her...except he already did so... She knew with her passionate little 'trust me' pleas that she would eventually be able to get this through to Harry and Ron that this was the boy that was always transpiring in her head and holding her heart. It was just the hard exoskeleton that Draco was lumbering around that worried her, she hoped she could get through.


As Hermione began to drift off to sleep from her tiring day it was of course Draco's hands and tongue that lead the way to her wonderful dreams.

***

He could tell by the thick silence from when he stepped into the common room that Hermione was already in bed. He couldn't get the smile to leave his face because he had just gotten away with everything unscathed. Since the moment he understood that Cormac was gone from her life he also understood that it was his time to try and make up for pushing her away to begin with.


Draco knew though that she wouldn't except him if he didn't share his ugly past and torturing present. He found out that he actually did want her to know the whole truth behind his pure blooded family's hideous hidden skeletons. If she understood, which she would because she's Hermione, he could even ask for some help to escape.


He plopped down on his bed and laid his hands behind his back, smile still in place. He closed his eyes to visualize the beautiful girl only one room away from him. It was only a second later that his smile had vanished completely because he opened his eyes and there perched on his desk was his father's regal owl.


***

Breakfast the next morning was buzzing with all the crazy misplaced details from the night before. Cormac was willing to tell the tale of his slutty ex-girlfriend over and over again while others believed that the bet was real. It was those at the far table dressed in green that didn’t give a fuck about the relationship between the two Gryffindor, they were all wondering what Cormac and Smith did to piss off Draco. Not one of them would believe that their Prince would stoop so low as to fuck a Gryffindor, and if he did, that was all it was, just a fuck.


When Hermione finally took her seat with her head held high she could feel the death rays coming from both Ron and Harry’s eyes.


“What’s up with you two?” She asked while helping herself to some buttered toast. Their tightened jaws and beaded eyes directed her to their current person of loathing.


“It’s that damn McClaggen! Tellin’ everyone you’ve been shagging a death eater and you’re just a damn scarlet woman and-“


“I get it Ron,” she cut in.


It was Harry who was eyeing her unexpected mirth at the state of things. “And why are you all Miss Sunshine this morning?” he asked inquisitively.


Hermione took her time taking a bite of her toast before replying, “Well I thought it through last night and decided that I’m going to make my decisions regardless of what everyone is saying behind my back.” He still didn’t share her smile. Hermione noticed his blank face and continued, “How many times have you had to deal with the whispers around you, people saying things you know aren’t true but can’t stop them from saying? Like when people thought you were the heir of Slytherin, and after the third task? What about all the Daily Prophet crap you had to deal with? So you see, if you guys just stay my bestest best friends we can do anything,” she finished with a toothy grin.


Her speeches were so convincing, he couldn’t say anything back to that. Ron could though.


“Oh bloody marvelous, we already know that we’re an inseparable team of almighty power whoop-de-doo! But what about the real problem here?” He was asking her fiercely. “What about you thinking you can turn a ruddy death eater into your knight in shining armor?”


Her smile was no longer there and her eyes narrowed instinctively. “That obstacle is mine to overcome! It is a private matter just like it would be with any other boy that I would decide to date. You will know what you need to know when I decide to tell you!”


"Dating...?" Ron mumbled.


She got up quickly to turn and leave in a fury of angst, ignoring Ron's last comment, but she suddenly stopped and turned back to the two perplexed young men. “And Ronald! We do nothave almighty powerful…prat.”


It wasn’t her fault that her business had been made public, it was damn Cormac’s.


Hermione stood from her seat hastily and began out the door to go study. As she passed the end of Gryffindor table she couldn’t help but stop and say hello to Cormac.


He noticied her passing, but tried very hard to look like he didn't and continue on with his tale.


"A deatheater, Draco Malfoy!" He was saying. The students around him eye's had bulged when they saw her approach. She leaned down slowly, her anger at her two nosy friends momentarily leaving her, to whisper over his right shoulder into his ear (the other was bandaged), “How does it feel to know that you will never, ever be between these thighs?” And just to leave a lingering sting, “ like Malfoy has. Live it up with your false little tales because as you can see…” She looked around to the one fifth year beside him and the three eager listening third years across the table, “your audience is dwindling.” He kept his hard glare straight forward and took her words in for what they were, the truth.


***


Draco did not sleep well because this time the owl carried a note from his beloved father, a threat was more like it. It bloody thing went on and on about pure blood and muddy blood and then it ended with him telling Draco he’ll be in for a visit some time that week, his position as a school governor had been reinstated. An evil ruthless man was back in power.


A surge of questions was waiting for him when he took his seat at the front of the table, from those only that considered themselves his friends, the rest were too scared. Draco’s cold glare was enough to halt all their jabbering though. With a look like that not even his friends had the courage to speak to him.


Draco glanced at the Gryffindor table hopefully, but all he saw was Potty and Weasel bickering. A little ways down the table he was delighted to see McClaggen hunched over his food in silence and then at the table beside him Smith doing the same. She must have already been there and gone, but on a Saturday he knew where she would be.


***


N.E.W.T.S. would take some of the stress off of her spiraling social life. Hermione found a quiet niche near the restricted section and took up camp to study all she could for Ancient Runes. It only took a few minutes before she was consumed in the ancient world and only breathed in the dusty pages that were practically drowning her. It would have taken screaming mandrakes to tear her away so there was no way she heard the stealth legs of a determined Slytherin.


Once he was close enough to smell the exotic smell of her hair he couldn’t control the urges that were trying to take him over. He watched in awe as her eyes darted back and forth over unusual symbols and cryptograms. She really had no clue he was within inches of her face. This was going to be funny.


“Granger!”


Her scream was so loud it had Madame Pince scurrying around the corner with a broom in only a moment. “What’s wrong? Is everyone alright?” She yelled hysterically making sure to stay a comfortable distance away so as to if there were any real danger she would still be alright.


Hermione was almost not able to respond her heart was racing so madly, “Yes Madame, we’re fine,” she huffed, “it was just a spider…really big one,” she added lamely as Madame Pince turned up her nose in annoyance and began to stalk away. The second she was out of view Hermione slapped Draco across the chest. “What do you think you’re doing sneaking up on a person like that?”


Draco kept his gorgeous smile intact still as she stamped her foot in a temper. She looked beautiful when she was angry, but he already knew that, he had made her angry so many times.


Her foot stopped it’s stomping and looked at Draco curiously, he was smiling. A real smile, like a happy person would smile. And it was elegantly beautiful on him.


“You should do that more often, it looks nice.” She told him softly.


For a second her words were confusing until he realized what she meant. It was true he never smiled; there was never anything to smile about though, until now. He would never have guessed it would be this bushy little brainiac.


Draco didn’t really understand what was happening to him but he felt it was probably one of the smartest decisions of his whole life to torture this particular girl. There didn’t feel like there was a constant boulder being drug by his leg any more. The smile came so natural to him when he saw her face widen up. She was smiling too then and he took a step closer to her.


“I don’t ever want any other man’s hands to touch you Hermione.” His seriousness caught her by surprise and so did his words. It meant that the blood that ran through her veins wasn’t of any importance to him. It meant that her questions were answered and that he- they could finally face what had been ripping their hearts into intangible pieces.


She attentively walked forward until she was touching her body to his. “You were telling the truth then?” she asked as their hands found each other. He thought a moment and then gave up because her smile was driving him insane. “You said you would never hurt me.” Her lips pouted when she said it and Draco resisted the urge to kiss her.


"No never." He whispered. "Not intentionally. I have caused you pain, and I am sorry, so sorry."


She was gazing up at him with eyes full of the excitement of having her feelings returned. The smile wouldn't budge, she felt...in love. "I appreciate what you did for me last night, as brutal as it was," she giggled.


His grin widened at the sight of her laughter, "I couldn't have toned it down if I tried, they made me see red like my father never has." His words were serious, like how he felt for her.


Gentle waves of bliss were passing between the two of them at the realization that they have finally come to. Draco was unable to hold back any longer.


He captured her lips in a tender grasp and let go of her hands to wrap his arms completely around her. Her arms were around his neck in the next stride and their bodies looked as one. It was as if something had burst inside of Draco and he was a wild beast ready to devour her. She didn’t seem like she minded either because as soon as his mouth was over her collar bones, bared open through a ripped buttoned shirt, her mouth was mumbling dirty passionate words of dire need into his ear.


She licked the shell of his ear slowly and felt the brim of a tear on her eye, “It’s always been you Draco, you’re the only one I ever wanted.”


He managed to speak as he kissed down her torso torn of clothing, “I have seen you cry and I hate it” He nipped her inner thigh nurturingly while her hands almost tore at his scalp. He didn’t bother to tear her panties away he just moved them aside to lick her hood from top to bottom. He felt her in his arms squirm and quiver as he delved deeper searching for the spot that would make her squeal.


Hermione wasn’t squealing yet, but she was panting and moaning like the room was a thousand degrees. “Wel-well look at me now owww.” At that last second he found her engorged bud and sucked it. But he still heard her. He looked up at her exposed and at his ultimate mercy, winded with a tear in her eye. He almost stopped what he was doing until she smiled and her head flew back. Those were tears of happiness.


I love you. He wanted to say it so bad at that moment…but he was busy, he would get another chance.


His arms snaked around her up to her chest while her left leg came across his shoulder. He knew she was holding back he screams so with a twisted grin he gabbed his wand and thought silencio. His left arm stayed up her side while the other came around her thigh and made haste to the dripping cunt that awaited his digits.


She felt his hand so close to her opening, but he only lingered. “Oh Merlin.” She whispered through clenched teeth. “I’ll only do it if you scream for me.” He teased. Her eyes shot open and stared at him.


He was not serious not, “Oooh”, here in the library? The tip of his finger circled her lightly as his tongue swirled rhythmically. Her lip would bleed if she didn’t do something.


Quickly two fingers were inserted and a sound of absolute pleasure erupted from Hermione. With the movement of his fingers and his tongue it was only seconds before she was screaming his name. He felt her muscles clench around his finger has he continued to push in and out of her. In the midst of her writhing she wished for another part of Draco to make her melt.


She finally fell limp on him and he kissed her shoulder where he caught her. In the moment he was sure his body felt so hot because he was eating the love of his life, but now that both of them had come down from their post bliss he was sure that hotness was something else.


“Draco.” He heard her say. She sounded scared, “It’s your arm, it’s glowing.”