Count Your Blessings

A/N: This was written on the flight back from Washington, D.C. There might be a few spelling and grammatical errors. So please forgive them!

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It was nearing that time again. That dreaded moment where Hermione had to make a decision. She wondered what Draco really wanted with her, and knew that it wasn't just because he was willing to 'help' her. Why would he? After they spent seven years fighting one another, despising one another, truly hating each others lives. He was a well known Death Eater, the youngest ever, and yet Hermione thought that his time with the Dark Lord had changed him. He had changed and not just physically.

As much as it pained her, she found herself to be grateful of him. He had come to her rescue twice, and at the hands of his so-called 'friends.' She had literally thrown herself at him and yet he had refrained from taking advantage of her. Maybe this whole 'Room of Requirement' thing was a hoax and that his odd sense of chivalry was a way to earn her trust. She didn't trust him, but she didn't know why she shouldn't.

He knew about her...problem and yet he had gone out of his way to make sure she was safe. Even Ron and Harry hadn't done that, although she was sure they would if they had the chance. She ventured into her memories, remembering when she first told Harry and Ron about what had happened to her and why she was acting strange. Harry and Ron jumped at the idea that it was Malfoy who had sneaked the poison to her and still remain glued to that conclusion.

That night while patrolling with Ron, she was offered something she would never have expected. Ron asked, nay...told her, that he was willing to help her if she needed something more physical. Of course, this came out in a mumbled mess of words, squeaks, and a loud cough. She was flattered and her body reacted to his touch as if it were natural, yet her mind was telling her that this is far from uncomfortable, it was awkward.

Ron, not very experienced, kept fumbling around with his belt, her skirt and blouse, and got his tie snuck around his forehead. She found it sweet and enduring at first, but then very very weird. She wasn't a virgin, per say, she had broke her hymen while horse back riding earlier that summer but she was still new to anything physical. Ron made things worse whenever he tried to be romantic. She remembered leaning against the wall behind a tapestry, which hid a nifty nook she was sure other students used before, while Ron jutted against her.

He smelled like lemons, very fresh lemons, and his breath still held a hint of his meal from the Great Hall. His large hands fumbled over her breasts, gripped onto her waist and eventually settled on her thighs. Ron felt good, average, and he had brought her to a silent release, but she figured that if it hadn't been for whatever she was under then she wouldn't have been in any state to enjoy this sort of action between them.

It wasn't long before Ginny caught them, having gotten worried that Hermione was missing. Of course, Harry had told her. Ginny could weasel anything out of him, he was too in love to keep anything from her, much to Hermione's dismay. However, knowing that Ginny knew she felt much better. It was far more uncomfortable when Ginny pried the tapestry back and found a half naked Hermione and her elder brother going at it.

She remembered Ginny's face and felt terrible about it, but Ginny wouldn't accept her apology. She blamed Ron of course and spent the remainder of the night chastising him for taking advantage of her. Hermione received a very loud apology from Ron but what could she have done? She accepted it and told him she was glad that he was there. Of course, their time together didn't help relieve the overwhelming feeling of the potion. She hadn't been able to think straight since that day with Snape.

She had just returned from Snape's office, inquiring about the potion and receiving a quick exit when he yelled at her for being impatient, when Theodore Nott cornered her. It wasn't long before his words seemed to drive her crazy. He had a thick accent that would make any one melt, and a tone that suggested he was extremely confident with himself. They hadn't gotten to much when Draco barged in and saved the day. Like a night in shining armor.

Her clock buzzed one-fifteen and Hermione had made her decision. She pulled her night robes on and took one last glance at the mirror. If this was a trick or some sort, she wanted to remember the way she looked, so she could travel back in time and yell at herself for being so naive.

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Standing outside of the Room of Requirement, Hermione didn't know what she was looking for, or what she should be thinking about. Her mind thought of everything but no door appeared. It was when she thought of Draco did the magnificent door grow out of thin air. She pried the door open and felt a rush of warm air bathe her as she entered.

The room was decorated beautifully, with floating candles, an abundance of flowers, sweets, and...a king sized bed with long hanging curtains in dark green. Draco was nowhere to be found. Hermione turned around in a small circle and frowned, he didn't show up. What a git.

"That'll be ten points from Gryffindor for being late," a sultry voice echoed behind her.

Her eyes widened when she felt his warm minty breath against the nape of her neck. His hands moved around her shoulders, trailing down slowly. Hermione's throat felt dry and ached at that moment. Her body became tense and relaxed at the same time. Was that even possible?

"You - You can't take points away from other Prefects." Hermione blurted out, not daring to turn around.

She was afraid, not of him, but of what she'd do if she saw his face. It had been on her mind since the Astronomy Tower incident and now...now she wanted him more than air itself. Draco's hands had finally reached hers and their fingers laced. His lips kissed the back of her head and she felt herself being turned around. Not being able to bring her eyes to him, Draco had resorted to freeing one of his hands and tipping her chin up.

His cobalt blue eyes weren't filled with venom, anger, or resentment. They looked clear and beautiful. "I can do whatever I want." He replied smugly, smiling at her with his perfect white pristine teeth.

Hermione felt herself melting at his touch, burning with desire and the need to have him. She wanted him more than any one she had ever wanted. His touch set her skin ablaze and made her feel twenty times better then Ron ever had. Sorry Ronald. Draco brought his hand up and ran his fingers through her hair, trailing back down to her neck. He leaned in and she inhaled.

He smelled so good. She couldn't quite place it but it was a mixture of honey and grass. He smelled like the out doors, fresh clean grass after morning rain. Hermione nearly let out a loud gasp when she felt his lips touch hers and at that moment, she was his and his alone.

Their lips parted slightly, savoring the flavor of their kiss, until he couldn't take it anymore. Or maybe it was her because in a flash their soft sensual kiss had grown wild and passionate. He held tightly onto the back of her head while her hands gripped onto his roves.

He stumbled forward, pushing he with him as they crossed the room and to the bed. Draco lifted her as if she were nothing, resulting in a tiny squeak from her lips. It was captured by his own mouth, which curved into a grin. Draco crawled on top of her and pulled away, his hands tracing over her nightly robes. Hermione inhaled when she felt his hand tug at the buttons and slowly, one by one they pulled apart revealing her soft peachy flesh.

Hermione squirmed in her spot as his hand ran down her center and to her knickers. Her started up at him, unable to say a word and he was silent as ever. Finding herself gathering bravery, she sat up and brought her hands to his shirt. Her hands fumbled with the buttons, which reminded her of Ron. Maybe she was like Ron in this way...Draco was far more experienced than she was, or she thought so at least.

"You have no clue what you’re doing, do you?" He suddenly asked, prying her hand away from him and neatly unbuttoning his shirt as if it were nothing.

Hermione blushed and looked away, she felt embarrassed now. She caught Draco pulling his shirt off at the corner of her eye and wanted to marvel at his body. He brought a hand to her cheek and pulled her to look at him, in his eyes.

"What happens here will never get out, is that clear?" His voice was cold and almost felt as if he held indifference.

"Of course," Hermione managed to say in a normal tone, "Wouldn't want word to get out that you sullied yourself with a mudblood."

He tensed and became stiff. Hermione couldn't help but look at him now. He seemed...offended? Was that the right word for it? Why would he be offended with what she said? It was true, true to him at least.

"It's not...it's not about me Granger." He said quietly, looking to the bed spread now, "But if that's what you'd like to think then so be it."

"M-malfoy, I didn't mean to..."

"No, you did. Don't lie now." Draco's words cut into her like a knife and she felt sorry for what she had said.

Hermione moved to her knees and wrapped her hand around the base of Draco's neck. He looked into her brown eyes as she leaned forward, slowly. As soon as her lips touched his, their previous conversation was forgotten. He leaned over, capturing her mouth, dueling her tongue, feeling her soft skin with his hands.

He leaned forward; pushing her against the bed as his free hand nearly tore her knickers from her. Hermione let out a moan when she felt his fingers begin to trace her sex, feeling herself honey at the mere thought. Her eyes shot open when she felt his thumb graze her engorged nub, rubbing and pushing against it. Her hips began to rise and fall with his movements.

Draco watched her reaction, as if he were trying to read what made her moan. Hermione wanted to close her eyes but she couldn't, she didn't want to break contact with Draco. Her hips bucked when she felt his fingers slip inside and began to piston in and out.

"Oh gods," Hermione moaned finally being able to close her eyes. She felt Draco's kiss against her neck as he slipped in another finger and quickened his pace.

She reached for his shoulder, digging her fingers into his pale skin and let out a loud moan mixed with a pleasurable cry. He had brought her to an orgasm with his hand, it was unbelievable and so delicious all rolled into one. Hermione took several breaths and moaned when his felt his hand leave her. Her eyes fluttered open and she watched as he tore his belt from him, tossing it to the side and wriggle out of his pants and boxers.

She stared, almost dumbstruck, at his growing length. It was magnificent, to say the least. Harry and Ron had joked about him being very poorly endowed because of his attitude but it was clear that he was far from poorly endowed. Draco brought his hand to hers and pulled her to a sitting position.

"Go on Granger, it won't bite." He breathed, watching as she moved her hand slowly toward his length, her finger tips grazing the head lightly.

Draco let out a small groan as she wrapped her hand around his length and brought his hand to hers, showing her exactly what to do. It was a matter of moments before she felt comfortable enough to lean forward and lick the spearhead. It tasted salty and very warm. Draco urged her to continue before letting out a breath and resting his hand on the top of her head.

Parting her lips, Hermione took a few inches of Draco’s manhood into her mouth. He let out a small groan and closed his head, caressing the back of her head. Slowly beginning to bob her head back and forth, tasting his salty length, Hermione could figure out what she did correctly by the way Draco moaned. His fingers grasped onto the back of her head but never urged her to do more than she was willing to do. Hermione attempted to take more in but felt her self gag and quickly moved to cough.

Draco laughed. He laughed at her! Hermione shot a glare up at him but was softened when he leaned down at kissed her, his hand cupping the side of her face.

“Don’t over think things. That’s what the beauty of sex is,” he breathed into her ear, pushing her back against the bed.

“I’m not over thinking anything,” Hermione managed to protest, staring up at the gorgeous smiling angel that was Draco Malfoy.

What was going on with her? Draco was hardly an angel. Sure he was attractive but he was still dumb old Draco Malfoy. Her thoughts were drowned out when she felt Draco lean closer to her, his warm body causing her own temperature to rise. He shifted between her legs, pulling her thigh to his waist while bracing himself with one elbow. In a swift motion, Draco was planted firmly inside her and Hermione had a hard time controlling herself.

She tilted her head back as she felt him start a soft motion. Rotating his hips, gyrating them against her. Biting her bottom lip, Hermione tried to stifle a loud moan but it ended up coming our gurgled. Draco smiled again. Feeling herself blush, Hermione brought her eyes to his. Damn Malfoy and his stupid grins. But oh Merlin how he moved!

Soon she felt her hips roll with his, both staring into each other’s eyes as they moved. Hermione traced her hand up his smooth back and moaned louder when he began thrusting harder. She noticed Draco’s sudden change in facial expression, from nonchalant to determined. His thrusts hit her with each passing moment, causing her to cry out each time.

It was only a matter of time before both were panting and gripping onto each other. Draco’s thrusts grew ragged as she felt herself coming to an orgasm. As if he knew it himself, he began slamming into her with such force that her body moved an inch each time. His hand gripped tightly onto her thigh, so tight that she was sure it’d bruise but she didn’t care.

With one final thrust, Hermione let out a loud cry and felt the overwhelming feeling of ecstasy course through her veins. Her blurred vision and clouded mind instantly became clear, just as it had after the incident with Snape. She didn’t understand it at all but was somehow relieved. Draco also grunted into a release and fell against her, still holding himself up but barely. Their chests bumped against one another as they panted and looked into their eyes.

Draco rolled from Hermione and leaned back against the bed, staring at the ceiling with his fingers tapping his chest. He casted a side ways glance at Hermione, who caught it in the corner of her eye, before moving from the bed. Hermione instantly shot up and stared at him.

“You’re leaving?” She blurted out, sounding like a nervous school girl. Hell, she WAS a nervous school girl.

He turned, pulling his boxers on, and laughed. “I just figured you got what you wanted. No need for me to stick around.”

Hermione grabbed the sheet beside her and pulled it up to her body. She looked down at the bedding and thought for a moment. “You...don’t have to go.”

He had stopped and stared at her with disbelief. “You want me to stay? Why? So you can critique me on my technique? Not enough thrusting? Gyrating?” He moved his hips in a swaying motion.

She couldn’t control herself and burst out laughing. Draco’s face fell and she suddenly covered her mouth shaking her head. “I’m not making fun of you. I’ve just…I’ve never been able to think so clearly before and well…I don’t know how to thank you…or if I should. Or what…”

“Right. Well you’re welcome…” He turned to leave but halted when he heard her say his name. HIS name.

“Draco.” Hermione whispered quietly, shifting in her place uncomfortably. “Please, stay. You seem to know more about what’s happening to me than I do and…”

“As much as you hate to admit it, you need my help.” Draco finished her sentence, throwing his shirt onto the back of a loves seat.

Hermione nodded, “Yes.”

He shrugged, “Not like I’m doing anything else. Scoot over. Last thing I want is to wind up bare assed on the floor.”

He nudged her aside and took a seat on the bed. Both looked around awkwardly for a moment; Hermione playing with a strand of hair and Draco tapping his knee.

“So do you… I mean…Oh sorry… You go ahead. No you….” they both said at the same time, staring at one another.

“Awkward after sex moment,” Draco said, “It happens to couples…”

“But we’re not a couple.” Hermione added, watching his facial expressions. They didn’t change beyond the usual indifferences.

“True but doesn’t mean that it’s not awkward.”

Hermione laughed and so did Draco after awhile. She asked about the potion and its ingredients, history, properties, and how it worked. Draco attempted to explain in the best way that he could but they eventually found themselves arguing over rudimentary potion brewing. Then they found themselves snogging like massive snog heads, which lead to them shagging like crazy, and eventually to a night of sheer bliss.

Hermione could hear Draco’s slow breathing against her as he held her to him, both as naked as the day they were born. He wasn’t too bad when he wasn’t talking. His arm was wrapped tightly around her, their legs intertwined with her head resting lightly in the crook of his neck. He opened his eyes slowly and glanced down at the sleeping Gryffindor. She wasn’t half bad when she was sleeping. His eyes closed and he fell into a deep slumber as well.