THE PHOENIX

Chapter Nine


The following week before their fund raiser, Draco tried to show Hermione that he wasn’t the same annoying git he had been in the first years of school. He would talk civilly towards her friends, although that wasn’t that hard to do considering they formed somewhat of a truce since Voldemort’s failed attempt on Harry’s life. After Hermione had a quidditch practice, he had run her a warm bath with her favorite bubbles, that was ready for her when she trudged up the stairs after the grueling workout. He even offered to massage her back, just to be able to touch her; but she declined, although he could see that she was warming up to him a bit.

During meals, as he sat with the other Slytherins, his eyes would often stray towards the Gryffindor table, often enough that Blaise and unfortunately Pansy had noticed. “What’s with you and Granger anyway?” Blaise asked.

“Nothing,” Draco replied looking down at his book that he had propped open on the table.

“Why don’t you just go for it, it’s obvious you like her,” Blaise said smiling.

“Because.....she doesn’t want me,” he said as he gathered up his books and got up to leave with Blaise following close behind him.

“Did she say that? Because that kiss the night of the fight said something else.”

Draco smiled and licked his lips at the memory of their first kiss. “Yeah, she said that there couldn’t be anything between us.”

“When did she say that?”

“When she left my bed....” he started then stopped -- realizing what he was saying as he walked faster towards class.

“What?! Left your bed?” Blaise had grabbed Draco’s sleeve to stop him, not noticing Pansy had stopped behind them and stepped behind a nearby statue.

“Blaise, you can’t say anything,” Draco warned. Blaise nodded. “It was the night after the first quidditch game. “Blaise....it was unforgettable,” he smiled glad to be able to share it with someone.

“That good huh?” Blaise smirked.

“Yes. And I intend it to happen again....soon,” Draco said determinedly, pulling on Blaise’s robe. “Come on, don’t want to be late for potions.”


A couple of days later, the Friday before the break, the Great Hall was buzzing with excitement from the students. Hermione was sitting with her housemates, answering what she could about the fund raiser. “So when is Sirius coming Harry?” Seamus asked, turning towards Harry who sat beside Hermione.

“I think they start riding in tomorrow morning,” Harry replied.

“So is it true ‘Phoenix’ will be at this fund raiser?” Dean asked.

Hermione smirked to Harry and Ron before answering. “I would have to say most definitely.”

“Wicked,” Dean said. “Do you think she would sign my magazine?”

“I don’t know, you’ll have to ask her,” Hermione said smiling to herself.

Hermione straightened out her short grey pleated skirt as she stood up. She had a prefects meeting set up after the last class, so she thought she’d look half way presentable.....hence the skirt and dress shirt. She also wore her Gryffindor tie but knotted loose so it hung half way down her front instead of tightened around her neck.

Draco had watched her as she stood up, seeing the expanse of bare leg from her short skirt. His thoughts went to those legs as they straddled his hips. His eyes went a smoky grey as his gaze followed the golden trio out of the hall. He wrapped his robe around his lap, thankful for the fullness of them to hide the bulge in his jeans.


Ron and Hermione sat in the library later that day waiting for Draco and the other prefects. “So.....’Mione, you going to sign autographs?” Ron asked teasingly.

Hermione laughed, “we’ll see.”

“You will probably have to charm your hair and wear the sunglasses again, if you don’t want anyone recognizing that the ‘Phoenix’ is you,” Ron said as he whispered in her ear so the incoming prefects wouldn’t hear.

And that was the moment that Draco and Blaise, who was elected prefect that year, entered the library. Draco scowled at the two. “Damn Weasley,” he muttered as he stopped.

Blaise looked at Hermione and Ron, then Draco, “they’re friends Draco,” and pulled his arm. “Come on.”

Once all the prefects arrived, Hermione and Draco called the group to attention. “This meeting was called to get any concerns for the fund raiser out of the way, as we are aware that some of the students are curious to what is to happen,” Hermione stated.

“How is the broom race going to go about?” a Ravenclaw prefect asked.

“There will be markers to follow. The course will be around the school, with two laps each,” Draco said as looked to his no

“And the bike races?” a Hufflepuff asked.

“As you may have noticed there’s been a track set up around the school. Three laps for each race,” Hermione replied.

“Is it true ‘the Phoenix’ is going to be here to race,” Blaise asked.

“Yes. There are races set up for the professional bikers also,” Hermione said simply.

“How do you know for sure she is going to be here?” Draco asked.

“Because I know her,” she said looking to her notes. “And a reminder to the students...anyone in their first to fifth years will not be allowed at the camp across the lake.”

Draco sat back as Hermione concluded the meeting, wondering what she knew of ‘Phoenix’.

“Well, that went well,” Hermione said smiling as she started to get up.

Draco looked to see the last prefect leave the library and reached up to tug her tie, bringing her closer to him. “Draco, what are you doing?” she smirked.

“I want a kiss Hermione,” he said as her lips were almost to his.

She closed the distance to let her lips gently touch his. ‘Gods, she missed this,’ she thought to herself, letting herself enjoy the kiss before she reluctantly pulled away. He tried to pull her close again, but she stepped back and shook her head. “No Draco,” she said as she headed towards the back of the library to put a book away.

He followed her. “Hermione, I know you wanted that too,” he said as he backed her to a desk in the back of the aisle.

“I’m not going to say I didn’t want it, but it’s not right.”

He put his arm around her waist as he stepped closer. “Hermione, I want you, I want to touch you.....I want to taste you,” he huskily said as his fingertips caressed the side of her face. He leaned in to touch his lips to hers in a soft caress. His hand went to the back of her neck as he deepened the kiss.

Hermione moaned as his tongue delved into her mouth. Her arms went around his neck as she pressed closer to him, her fingers tangling in his hair. Her tongue met his as they tasted each other. His hands went down her back to her bottom where he pulled her closer and lifted her so she sat on the edge of the desk.

Her legs spread as he pressed his erection against her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as his hand went up her side to cup her breast through her shirt. His mouth left hers as it nibbled along her jaw to her neck. She leaned her head to the side so he had free reign to her skin.

Her hand slipped between them to press against his erection. She rubbed the length as he pressed against her hand. He groaned against her throat, “Hermione...I need to be inside of you.”

His hands skimmed up her thighs to find her silk panties. “I hope these aren’t a good pair,” he said softly as she heard the rip.

She moved more to the edge as she unzipped his pants. She reached in and pulled down his boxers with her other hand. She gripped him as her thumb slid against his leaking cock. He moved closer, the head of his cock at her opening, then covered her mouth with his as he pushed forward, until he was sheathed completely in her heat. His hands went to her hips as he thrust deep and hard, his mouth never leaving hers.

Her legs went tighter around his hips as she moved her lips down to his neck. “I’m not going to last Hermione,” he groaned as he swiveled his hips against her.

“Oh...god...right there....” she moaned as her clit was rubbed against him.

He ground harder as her teeth sunk into his neck at the height of her climax. She gripped his robes, her legs tightening around him as she shuddered through her orgasm.

His mouth found hers again as he felt her tighten around his cock. His hand went to the back of her head as he ravaged her mouth. He thrust deep, then emptied himself inside of her, her inner muscles milking him dry. “Mine,” he whispered against her neck as he held her close.

They were interrupted by clapping behind Draco. Hermione looked over his shoulder to see Harry and Ron leaning against the shelf with huge smirks on their faces. She smiled back at them, then looked to Draco who was adjusting himself in his pants.

Draco zipped up his pants then looked to Hermione’s friends, then back to Hermione. He stood in front of her, his school robes covering them as she adjusted her blouse and skirt. He leaned in and kissed her mouth softly. “Your friends have rotten timing.”

She smiled then stood up on shaky legs. “How long have you guys been there?” she asked as she faced Harry and Ron.

“Right about the time , ‘Oh god...right there,’” Ron mimicked then smiled.

“What do you guys want anyway?” Draco asked irritably.

“We need Hermione for a bit. Sirius just arrived and he wants to see her,” Harry said smirking at Draco’s discomfort.

“Siri is here?” Hermione asked. Harry nodded. “Well, let’s go see him. There’s some things I need to talk to him about,” she turned to Draco and hugged him close. “See you later Draco....” and kissed his neck. “....and I’ve been thinking about that a lot too,” she said softly for only him to hear, then walked out with Harry and Ron. She smiled to herself thinking of the word he whispered against her neck after he came, that simple one word made her feel tingly inside, the word ‘mine’.

Draco leaned against the desk that Hermione was just recently sitting on and thought of her. He hadn’t planned on that quickie they just had, but it whetted his appetite for more. He also now knew that she wanted it just as much as he did. He smiled to himself as he sauntered out of the library to have a shower and wait for her to come back to their dorm.


Hermione had left the school and was making her way across the lake with Harry and Ron on their brooms, when Harry turned to her. “So Malfoy and you, huh?” he smirked.

She returned the smile, “I’m not sure what we have Harry, but it’s surely not boring.”

“Yeah, we could see that,” Ron added.

The three of them arrived at the camp amid sounds of people getting settled. Motorbikes being revved up and the music starting as tents and trailers were being set up at the back of the camp. Hermione saw Sirius and Remus and launched herself into their arms. “Hey who is this girl in the skirt?” Sirius said, laughing as he grabbed Hermione around the waist.

She pulled away and laughed, “I do wear the occasional skirt Siri,” she chided.

“Yeah, but it’s usually leather. Right now you look like a naughty school girl in that get up,” Sirius said smirking suggestively.

“You don’t know the half of it,” Ron muttered to Harry, earning him a glare from Hermione.

“So how many are here already?” she asked looking around to the familiar faces.

“There’s about twenty of us. Quite a bit more coming tomorrow,” Remus said.

“Good, there’s a few things we need to go over before then,” Hermione said as they walked to the large bon fire.

Someone handed the three new arrivals a beer as they got comfortable. “Well, there will be an extra table set up for meals in the Great Hall whoever wants to eat there,” there was a round of applause from around the fire at that. “Also, the students here don’t know that I’m the ‘Phoenix’.”

“But they want to meet her,” Harry said.

“There’s been a bit of interest in the guy in the pictures too, you know Harry,” Remus said smiling at Harry.

“Well, all will be revealed this week I imagine,” Hermione said. “But not straight away. I know exactly when I want to reveal to the school that I am the ‘Phoenix.”

“When?” Sirius asked.

“At the race with Malfoy,” she smirked. “He challenged me to a race.”

“I can’t wait to see his face when he realizes it’s you,” Ron said laughing.

The large group sat and drank throughout the night until the early hours of the morning. The three of them got on their brooms and flew right to the Gryffindor tower where Ron and Harry went straight to bed. Hermione snuck her way to her own rooms, making sure to keep out of the way of Filch, who was lurking about.

When she got to her dorm, she started tiredly to make her way to bed. She stopped when she saw Draco lying on his back on the couch. She silently went to him and lifted up the edge of the covers to slip in beside him. His arm went around her shoulders as she snuggled next to him, her head on his naked chest, instantly falling asleep to the steady rise and fall of his chest.


thanks to Lessa, my beta reader. Hope my corrections don't need to many corrections.