The Purest

Keeping up appearances had been more difficult then she had realized. She had spent the week trying to be aloof ignoring the constant stares and hushed conversations. Harry and Ron had said hello, and instead of engaging in conversation she merely nodded and walked away. Smiling. Inside fighting her inner turmoil wanting to stay and see how they were doing. She noticed that Malfoy was watching her undoubtedly waiting to see if she would break. She returned he looks with slow smiles and daring winks, never getting anything out of him but smirks a shake of the head here and there. Although this was tiring she kept at it refusing to let him be right.

Now she sat in front of the great fireplace that adorned the common room they shared. Catching up on homework was very important to her she was going to do her best to reach the high standards that her parents had met during their stay at Hogwarts, surpass them if possible.

Consumed in her book she failed to hear the telltale creak of the door, didn’t register the quite taps of the footfalls that drew near.

Although when finger tips grazed her shoulder she slammed the book shut and gasped. Breathing heavily she turned and there was the Head boy looking smug.

“Careful, if I was a snake I could have bit you.”

“Snake or not I wouldn’t put it past you.”

He chuckled.

“Always quick to retort these days. I see your doing quite well bouncing back.”

She smiled now.

“I told you it wasn’t a façade.”

“Yes, yes you did. I am well equipped to admit when I have been wrong, but don’t think to hard on it, I seldom am. Anyway, I saw how you handled the dimwitted duo. Quite nice actually. I loved their expression when you left. They looked rather speechless, confused in fact. I expect they thought you might talk to them.”

She smiled again at his conformation of her suspicions. She wanted so desperately to look back and see how their faces had looked.

“You know Hermione, it’s only been a week since your little metamorphosis. I have been doing this my entire life. Do you really think you can keep it up. I mean people are starting to talk, well have been talking about you, and they think your showing off.”

“Good. Let them talk. Since I’ve been here that’s all I’ve ever heard. Hermione showing off in class, little miss know it all. Now I know it all and I have everything I want.” She stared into the fire. Determination in her eyes. Turning to him now. “Besides, I don’t care what people think about me anymore. I’m not going to be a disgrace to my family name. This Phoenix name will rise again and people will remember it. Not to mention Slytherin. Seeing as how my parents were in this house as well, I am going to do my best to honor it.”

He eyed her skeptically. She said all these things with an air of superiority. He had to hand it to her she could talk the talk, but he wanted to see if she could walk it. Lately his mind had wandered to her. Not knowing why but curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he had found himself watching her actions. Only to be caught by her as well, but he had put off her daring looks and sultry smiles. Knowing all to well that she resembled a deer caught in head lights, putting on her own little show--just for him. He knew that she wanted to prove herself to him if only keep him close. As close as she could get which was much considering how the rest of the schools population still treated her like the plague. The rest of the Slytherin house was gradually getting used to the idea of her being there, because it meant that they would have a better chance at winning the house cup with all the points that she would bring in. Pansy had even mentioned to him that she might sit with her. He had stared wide eyed at pug like girl. She had shrugged him off, and continued her way down the hall.

In front of him now was a determined young woman desperate to find her place again. Having nothing and no one to turn to. He chuckled inside his mind. He also knew how she clung to him if only in the moments he engaged in conversation, not once has she spoken to him first. Quite possibly she was afraid of making him angry and that made him feel powerful. In that moment he wondered how far he could push her limits before he broke her, and she ran. He smiled wickedly and sat next to her placing his arm around her.

Hermione turned her head to look at her now closed book. Eyes wide in confusion as he began to speak.

“Do you really think you have what it takes? Do you think that you can wake up one morning and do what I do? Your attitude must reflect your actions. Power is not an easy thing.”

He edged closer, and whispered in her ear.

“It can take control of you”

Using his arm he pulled her closer.----- She held her breath.

“If you can‘t contain it.”

Taking his free arm he removed the book from her lap. -------The air escaped her lungs hard and slow.

“You could lose yourself.”

His hand grazed her exposed thigh he saw her bite her bottom lip.

“Do you have what it takes?”

His hand had moved to the other side and was making it’s way up the her side. He had been pulling her closer. She could feel his breath, hot on her skin. Causing her to shiver.

What was he doing she wondered. He’s got to be testing me. I will not let him get the best of me. I am going to show him that it’s going to take a lot more than mere touching to scare me. I wonder how far he is going to take this. She had anticipated him making a move, but not this soon. Not out of attraction, but to find another way to push her buttons. Make her yell and tell him to fuck off. She knew that this was his way of gaining the upper hand, and while she knew that he really had it there was no way she was going to show it. And so her mind was set play out this battle of wills, however far it might go. And so she remained quite still.

“Do you have the will Hermione?”

He allowed to his thumb to graze her pert nipple, and watched as her breath hitched.------She put on the show naivety gracefully.

Surprised, he thought she might have told him to stop by now, but continued thinking that it wouldn’t be long until she caved.

“To not let it consume you.”

With that he turned her head and pressed his lips on hers. They were soft. He allowed his hand to find itself in her hair. Like corn silk. He pulled away.

“or let it take over your senses.”

This time when he went to kiss her his lips parted, his tongue seeking entrance. Surprised when she opened to him. Subtle at first, but grew with intensity. He found himself leaning her back against the arm of the couch the velvet cover allowing the smooth transition. He felt her hands glide across his back, one straying to his neck losing itself in his hair. This was getting to be to much. He thought that she would have refused him by now, but instead she was participating and with equal intensity as he was. He felt him self finding his way between her legs which now had wrapped themselves around him for support. Holding him closer. Feeling his cock rising as their bodies ground together. He had had no intention of going this far, but now as it happened he couldn’t pull himself away. Hands taking on a mind of their own as they tore open her shirt. Which she in turn ripped his open. Feeling her hands move across his chest, felt the pinch as she lightly twisted his nipple making him to moan. Heard the clicks of his zipper as it was undone. Felt the release of his waistline as she undid the fastener. Her hands moved to his sides then to his arse as she took hold and pulled him to her. Growling as his manhood could feel the heat emanating through her center. Pulling away he trailed kisses down her neck, his tongue gliding down between the valley of her breast. His finger pinching and twisting her exposed nipples. Her moans becoming feral. Moving his hand down her side his thumb gliding down her stomach reached the fabric of her pleated skirt. Pulling it up. His other hand reached around her back and pulled her closer to him as his mouth found it’s target, tongue swirling as he took her nipple and began to gently suckle. He could feel her hands on his shoulders, the bite of her nails as she gasped in pleasure. The hand that had been resting on her hip made it’s way to glide along the fabric of her thong easing slowly towards her apex. Sliding his fingers under the barrier he found her wet. Desire taking over his senses he growled and moved to kiss her lips again while his finger slipped into her folds and teased her clit. Her shape intake of breath was almost to much for him as he pressed his body closer to hers. All of a sudden he felt her hands press against his chest, mouths never leaving each other. Her legs fell away and she moved to push herself up. Using one hand he helped her while using the other to support himself. Allowing her to take control and move him into a sitting position. She then straddled him. He could feel the wetness that seeped through the fabric of her panties as she moved above him. His hands moving over the smooth skin of her back. She pulled away then and he shuttered as he felt her envelope his earlobe. He never wanted her to stop. She proved to be quite enticing. He felt her trail kisses down his neck, felt as she lifted herself and move down, kneeling on the carpet. She flicked her tongue against his nipples her hands on his thighs moving closer to his now very hard cock. Kisses flowed down his stomach, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, anticipation for what promised to come. He groaned when he felt her free his dick from the restrictions of his boxers. Found his hands moving to her hair. Ecstasy when he felt her lips the slow languid torture of her tongue as it glided over the tip. The easy glide of her hand as she moved it up and down his member. He began to move his hips goading her into moving faster. His breath hitched as he felt her take him in. Bit his lip as he felt her hand cupping his balls. Enthralled by her ministrations he was shocked when all of a sudden it ended.

Opening his eyes he saw a very please Hermione. He watched as she got up grabbed her shirt and walked to her room. Just as she entered she turned to him smiling wickedly.

“Who has the power now, Draco?”

She entered and closed the door behind her.

Draco sat there for a moment dumbfounded. How the hell had she turned the tables? Stupid Hormones. For Merlin’s sake. Grabbing a cushion he yelled into it as loud as he could.

Standing behind her door, hearing the muffled screams Hermione smiled to herself.

“You might have the power Malfoy, but not today.”


A/n

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