THE PHOENIX

Chapter Ten


Draco woke feeling a bit disorientated from sleeping on the couch and his arms were empty. He had woken up a few hours ago to feel Hermione next to him, the smell of beer and fire smoke on her clothing. She had shifted in her sleep and put her leg between his and her arm more around his waist as she tried to get closer. He had placed his arm more securely around her back and kissed the top of her head before he fell back to sleep.


Hermione had woken up feeling warm and comforted. She looked down at Draco who was sleeping soundly and kissed the tip of his nose before getting up to have a shower. When she had finished showering and got dressed, Draco was gone from the couch. She made her way down to the Great Hall for breakfast and sat at the extra table with the leather clad wizards and witches, talking to people that she hasn’t seen in a few months. About half way through breakfast the Great Hall doors opened for about ten bikers to come in, freshly showered and hungry looking.

She looked up to see a tall good looking man with blonde hair. He was a big burly man, the muscles in his arms seeming to burst through his t-shirt. She stood up to greet them with Harry and Sirius. “Mitch! I thought you couldn’t make it,” Hermione said, then shrieked out as she was hefted over his shoulder.

He slapped her jean clad bottom. “Wouldn’t miss it Pho...” he started and stopped when his shin was kicked by Remus, “‘Mione,” he finished, smiling mischievously.

Just then Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape came down to meet the new comers, smiling at Hermione’s predicament.

“You can put me down now Mitch,” Hermione laughed, her face flushed from hanging upside down.

“Yeah, okay,” he said and put her down. He looked to the three professors and nodded to Dumbledore. “Sir,” he said respectfully. He looked to McGonagall and grinned. “So how are you doin’ you old broad.”

Much to the shock of the student body, Hermione and Harry included, McGonagall laughed then was picked up by Mitch. “Oh you! Will you never grow up?”

“No,” he smirked. “It’s more fun this way. So, really...hows it goin mum?”

“Mum?” Harry and Hermione chorused.

McGonagall looked to the two. “Yes, my son.....the rebel,” she said fondly.

“How come you never said anything before Mitch?” Harry asked him.

Mitch shrugged his shoulders. “Never came up,” he smiled. “So what’s to eat?” he asked as he looked to the table still full with food.


Draco had come in before Mitch and the rest arrived and sat at the Slytherin table beside Blaise. He kept looking up at the sounds of loud laughter and watched Hermione as she joked with the motley bunch. He didn’t remember ever seeing so much leather in one place before. When the big blonde guy picked up Hermione, he started to get up but was stopped when Blaise grabbed his arm and shook his head.

Hermione had seen his reaction when she happened to look over while hanging upside down over Mitch’s shoulder. She saw the anger flare up in his eyes and was inwardly pleased that he was jealous. Although he would probably be the last to admit it. It had felt really good to wake up in his arms and it took a lot of will power to resist the naked flesh that was at her fingertips this morning.

Her thoughts on the wager just upped from a kiss....which she could take whenever she wanted to a tasty treat that would be very beneficial to both of them.


She found Draco later that day sitting with Blaise by the front steps of the school. “Hey Draco, Blaise....ready for the broom race tomorrow?” she asked impishly.

“Yeah, I’m ready. Thought of what to wager yet Granger?” he smirked.

She looked at him, then Blaise who was smirking at both of them, “he knows?”

Draco actually looked sheepish as he replied, “yes, he kind of guessed.”

“Well then, I would say the wager should be for a sexual favor.”

“Oh, and what did you have in mind?” Draco asked.

“Well, we did the bondage thing, the library.....I would say we should wager oral favors.”

“Gods....Hermione,” he said surprised she was this vocal and instantly grew hard as he imagined her mouth on him as she took him deep inside of her mouth again.

She leaned over, her lips barely touching his, “I’ve had a ‘taste’ and I would like more.....a lot more,” she said suggestively. “If I win you get a taste of me.....if you win I get a taste of you.”

Draco looked down at her mouth as she darted her tongue out to brush against his bottom lip. “I agree to this wager, and I intend to win Granger,” and then kissed her mouth quickly before she pulled away. Either way he won.

Blaise had looked to Draco then Hermione in surprise. “In the library?” he asked as he watched Hermione walk away. “Bondage, who was tied down?”

“Me,” Draco said smirking.

“Shit,” Blaise said shaking his head.


The rest of the day was spent welcoming the other guests; people that Hermione had spent the past two summers with, who came to help and support with the fund raiser. She also remembered to give Sirius her bike for him to resize back to normal at the camp for her. Phoenix was going to make her appearance the next night after the broom races.


The next morning the broom races started. Harry was actually the first to race against the Ravenclaw chaser. The race was over very quickly. Harry had won with the Ravenclaw half a lap behind him. The next race was Hermione and Draco.

Draco looked to Hermione as she mounted her broom. “Do I get a kiss for good luck Granger?” he smirked.

“You wish Malfoy,” she laughed.

Madame Hooch waited for the two to signal that they were ready. “Okay you two, no short cuts allowed. The laps go up and around the school. The markers glow green until you pass them, they then turn red. If you miss one, you lose the race.” They both nodded, then the whistle was blown. They both shot straight up into the air at full speed towards the first marker.

Harry sat back with some other Gryffindors when Blaise sat down beside him. “So how is the course Potter?” Blaise asked as he looked up to the two in the air.

“There’s a hard right around the fifth or sixth marker, it’s kind of tricky. The rest is pretty easy as long as you look ahead to see where the next marker will be,” Harry answered.
“There’s also some lower markers quite close to the ground. They’re both good flyers, they’ll do okay.”

“So what did the two of them wager for this race anyway?” Ron asked as he lay back waiting for the two of them to come into sight again.

Blaise smirked, “let’s just say it’s a win/win situation for both of them.”

“So, it’s that way is it?” Harry smirked. He looked at Blaise. “So, are you okay with this relationship they have?”

Blaise shrugged, “I have no problems with you guys. Some of the other Slytherins do, but Draco doesn’t care what the others think.” He looked up to see Hermione ahead of Draco. “Personally, I’m happy for Draco....never seen him this confused and happy at the same time,” he smirked.

“Yeah, Hermione’s the same way,” Harry smiled.

“I can’t wait to see Malfoy’s ......” Ron began then stopped when Lavender swung her arm at him.

“Can’t wait to see Malfoy do what?” Blaise asked, looking to Ron’s red face.

Harry looked at Ron, then Blaise. “How good are you keeping something a secret?”

“Pretty good,” Blaise replied, really curious now.

“Even from Draco?” Ron asked.

“If need be....why?” Blaise asked.

“Well....remember when you asked about the ‘Phoenix’ at the prefects meeting and Hermione said she knew her....” Ron began.

“Yeah, I thought it was kind of a weird statement, and the way she kind of changed the subject really fast,” Blaise said remembering the meeting last week.

“Well....she knows her very well,” Harry said smirking, watching disbelief then a dawning realization cross Blaise’s face. “Phoenix is to make her appearance tonight...just watch.”

“Wow. You’re right. Draco’s reaction will be a sight to see,” he laughed. “I promise to keep Hermione’s secret,” he vowed.

“Good,” Harry said.

“Or she might kick my ass,” Blaise added smirking as he sat waiting for the race to end.


Hermione and Draco pretty much kept pace together throughout the race. The first lap they looked straight ahead for the markers, and they were both glad their brooms maneuvered easily as the markers led them under bridges, over the castle turrets, and around the sharp turns over the water. The second lap was a bit more stress free as they knew where then to go.

Hermione had looked down by the front doors and the lake to see the crowd of people watching, or the motorbikes going around the track below. She smirked to herself as she looked to Draco ahead of her. He really was the better flyer but she found she didn’t embarrass herself.

The last couple of markers were lower to the ground and the people who stood by, felt the rush of air as they sped past. By the time Hermione reached the finish line, Draco was there off his broom as he leaned his arms over it, a huge triumphant smile on his face.

She touched down gracefully and walked to Draco, smirking at the smug look on his face. She held out her hand, “Congratulations Malfoy.”

He took her hand and pulled her to him to capture her lips in a kiss as the crowd applauded around them. His other hand went to the back of her neck as he pulled her closer. His tongue came out to meet hers as she put her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

She pulled back after about ten minutes, her breathing ragged, her lips full from the kiss. “Meet me at the docks in an hour,” she said grinning as she grasped his hand briefly and walked towards Harry and the gang.

Draco gazed hungrily at her retreating backside, the gentle sway of her hips as she walked confidently away from him, he almost....almost wished he let her win. He hadn’t had a taste of her yet, and his mouth watered at the thought of it.

Hermione took the ribbing from her friends about losing the race good naturedly. She made her excuses to leave after a butterbeer or two and went around the castle to mount her broom. She made her way to the docks at a leisurely pace a bit earlier than she was to meet Draco. She sat at the bench by the water, alone in her thoughts, trying to figure out her feelings for him. By the time he touched down at her side, she still couldn’t come to a conclusion, but did decide to enjoy whatever came up between them.

She got up and took his hand to lead him into the boat house. “Good race Malfoy. Now I believe I owe you your prize,” she said suggestively as she pressed her body his, his back against the wall.

When her mouth descended to his, they both moaned at the contact. Both of them on fire from each other’s touch. His arms went around her back as he spread his legs a bit for her to slip her knee in. Her lips moved down to his neck, licking and marking his skin while her hands went to his waist to pull the hem of his t-shirt out of his jeans. Her warm hands then traveled over his bare skin where he shuddered at her firm touch. His hips pressed against hers as his straining erection made itself be known.

She kneeled down kissing her way down his stomach as she pressed her hand against his erection. “I love the way you taste,” she said huskily as she licked the skin above the snap of his jeans.

He groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair, his head bent back as he enjoyed the feel of her mouth on him.

Hermione looked up at him. She liked the way he looked when she did this to him, the need and want that was in his eyes and the way his body reacted to her touch. She delved her tongue into his navel as her fingers deftly undid his jeans, then pulled them down over his hips. She licked her lips, “Mmmm....that looks good.”

He looked down as she gripped the base of his cock, pumping her hand up and down on him. “It’s been like that since the kiss an hour ago,” he breathed out raggedly.

“Must have been painful,” she smirked as her tongue snaked out to lick the leaking head.

He moaned and bucked his hips forward. “Very,” he managed to say as her tongue worked along his length.

“So how do you want this....quick or slow?” she asked as her tongue swirled around the head.

“Gods....Hermione....I don’t think I’ll last no matter which way you do this,” he growled out.

She used broad strokes with her tongue, starting at the base then up to the head repeatedly. After a few minutes, she used the tip of her tongue around the head while her hand pumped up and down, slick from her saliva. She wrapped her wet lips around the engorged head while using her tongue to swirl around the smooth skin. She slowly lowered her mouth down on him, her tongue working maddeningly down his length.

His grip in her hair got tighter as she bobbed her head shallowly on his cock. “That feels...so ... good,” he groaned raggedly, trying to hold back his release.

Her hands went to his hips as she took him deeper in her mouth, letting him hit the back of her throat. As his groans filled the small space she took him deeper, deep throating his length. She felt the muscles clench and tighten on his upper thighs as she continued to bring him closer.

“Hermione,” he cried out as he shot his load deep in her throat. She licked furiously around him as she swallowed every drop, then slowly came back up, licking him clean. She took one last swipe at the head of his cock with her tongue, making him shudder against her.

She carefully tucked him back in his boxers, then jeans before she stood up again, to be gathered up in his embrace. She kissed along his neck before she looked into his eyes. He looked back at her as he cupped her cheek, his thumb caressing her swollen lips. “Stay with me tonight,” he asked softly before placing a light kiss on her lips.

“I can’t tonight. I need to leave for a couple of days,” she said against his lips.

“Leave? How come?”

“It’s my grandmother’s birthday. Dumbledore gave me permission to leave, but I’ll be back for that race, if not before,” she smiled.

“When are you going?”

“As soon as I leave here.”

“I’ll miss you Hermione,” he said seriously.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” As his mouth came down on hers again.

Her heart did a double take at his words and she hugged him close as she deepened the kiss. After about fifteen minutes, needing to come up for air, they parted. “We should get back. I still have to grab a few things and maybe say goodbye to Harry and the rest.”

“Okay. I need to check to see if my bike arrived yet anyway.”

“Well...you better warm up, because I intend on winning that race,” she smirked as she mounted her broom.

He leaned over to kiss her quickly. “We’ll see Granger,” he said smiling as they both lifted off to head back to the school.

Harry was seated at a large table with Sirius, Ron, Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle, along with some other bike enthusiasts when he looked up to see Draco and Hermione approaching. The two of them approached the table as if they weren’t missing for the last couple of hours.

Blaise looked to Harry, who was smirking at the two. Hermione’s face was flushed, her hair finger tousled and her lips full and red. He had no doubt that Draco was getting his ‘winnings’ and was confirmed when Hermione spoke.

“Hey guys,” her voice raspy and hoarse.

Harry handed her a butterbeer, smiling knowingly. “Have fun?”

“Immensely,” Draco replied as he sat down. He looked to Blaise. “Did my bike come yet?”

“Yep,” Blaise said. “It’s in the bike tent by the lake.”

“Well guys. I gotta go pack a few things to take, then I’m heading out,” Hermione said finishing off her butterbeer.

“Say hi to your parents for me,” Harry said smiling.

“Yes, I will. See you later,” she turned her back and walked to the school, her broom over her shoulder.

Draco had watched her until she went through the school doors. He turned around in his seat to see everyone looking at him. “What?”

“So what’s with you two?” Harry asked.

“We have a good time together,” he shrugged, then looked to Harry. “So, do I need to be worried for this bike race coming up?” he said smirking cockily.

“She’s not bad. She’s been riding for a couple of years now,” Harry said off handedly.

“Hey Draco, let’s check out your bike,” Blaise said as he stood up, seeing as the other’s around him were trying not to laugh outright.

“Sure,” Draco replied as he followed Blaise, while Harry, Ron, Lavender, Sirius, and Remus went to meet Hermione across the lake.

When they got there, Hermione had just gotten out of the shower. She smiled at them before she plopped down on a chair propping her bare feet up. “You know, I’m thinking I might have to charm my eyes too. It may look strange wearing the sunglasses at night.”

“Not a bad idea,” Sirius said as he cracked open a beer.

Harry looked to Hermione as she charmed her hair to the long black tresses that hung about half way down her back. “So, what’s with you and Malfoy ‘Mione?”

She looked back. “I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Does it bother you guys that we might have something?”

“No, he’s changed the last while. He proved that when he turned against his father and Voldemort last year. He’s still a git, but a bearable one,” Harry said.

She smiled relieved. “Good. Now I need you to charm my eyes for me,” she said as she faced Harry, closing her eyes, waiting for him to spell her eyes.

thanks to Lessa,my beta reader.