Restless

Thank you to my beta, Margaritamama


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He woke before she did.


He smiled unabashedly as he watched her sleep. Her golden brown curls spread out in disarray across his pillow. Her eyelashes fanned across the tops of her cheeks. Her lips slightly parted.


“You are mine, Granger, I want no one else,” he softly whispered as he tenderly wrapped one of her ringlets around his finger and brought it to his lips, inhaling her sweet scent. He leaned back on one elbow continuing to watch her sleep and he remembered…


He initially disliked her when they first met.


She had been an absolute disaster, that bushy hair, the buckteeth and the incessant need to display her knowledge in every class he had with her. He’d assumed she was a pureblood with her seemingly endless knowledge of Hogwarts, especially when she claimed top grades in every class. He disliked having to work so hard in order to contend for top grades, at the time, Draco didn’t like to exert himself too strenuously after all he was a pureblood and a Malfoy, he’d never had to work too hard previously. He hated not being able to best her academically. Then he was appalled to discover she was muggleborn. How was it possible that she could best him? His fundamental beliefs were shaken to the core; he’d been indoctrinated to look down his nose at all others save purebloods. Purebloods were far superior to anyone else. What she was able to do shouldn’t be possible.


After Potter had eschewed his friendship for Weasley’s he began his quest to knock the “Golden Boy” off his high pedestal. For all the many derogatory remarks and blatant insults he sent Potter’s way, she had the absolute audacity and gall to throw them right back at him, sneering back at him with that impossible hair and those teeth. He no longer disliked her he hated her. She made him question his beliefs, she refused to acknowledge her place in the wizarding world, and she refused to be inferior to anyone.


In third year after she had cold-cocked him for setting up the execution of the hippogriff, he wanted to do more than exchange insults with her. He became antagonistic towards her, deliberately looking for ways to humble her, ensure his insults cut deeply. He wanted her groveling at his feet acknowledging his superiority over her.


It was domination but in a very different way.


She refused to bend to him, she continued to be a stuck up little know it all who seemed to delight in rubbing his nose in the fact that she bested him in every class.


During his fourth year at the Yule Ball, like every other guy in the school, he’d been astonished and amazed when she stepped down the stairs to place her hand on Victor Krum’s arm. She had tamed that frizzy mop of hers; her teeth were lovely white and straight. She wore a gown that hugged her petite figure in all the right places. Who knew Granger even had a figure?


That's when it hit Draco right between the eyes; Granger was a girl and an exceptionally pretty one at that. He had his first of many sexual dreams of her that night.


In fifth year, he began to notice that she went out of her way to avoid him. She refused to verbally spar with him unless she had no other choice and he was damned if he was going to let her ignore him.


He very much disliked the fact that he did NOT like her trying to ignore him. That’s when he knew. First ashamed and appalled, he realized he had developed feelings for her. He wanted Granger, Hell more than wanted her, he liked her.


Armed with this new awareness, he went out of his way to look for new ways to taunt her so he and he alone garnered her attention whether that attention be positive or negative. He just wanted her to be as aware of him as he was of her.


The thoughts of her became a constant ache, one he needed to assuage. He wanted her so badly he could almost taste it. His dreams became more explicit – more erotic, naughtier.


Merlin, she ignited his blood. He was never bored when he was near her. She was fiercely loyal to her friends and exceptionally kind-hearted, the more obvious example was the many detentions she would risk to help Longbottom in Potions. After his family turned to the light to fight for the Order he was surprised to find he also was never bored when he was actually with her.


That’s when he wanted to realize his dreams.


Coming back for his seventh year, he was ecstatic that she had been chosen as Head Girl. He wanted her plain and simple. He wanted every look, smile, and laugh of hers to be his. Initially he had fought against his desire but then decided to give into what he knew to be the ultimate conclusion.


The tension between them was palpable. It was unbearable to be so close but unable to touch. He just needed an opportunity to see if she felt the tension as well. Sharing the same common room would certainly provide ample opportunity.


She had a tendency to push things to that next infuriating level. In their verbal sparring, it was clear she wanted him to push back as hard as he did. It was as if she was silently asking him to prevent her from running rampant over him, challenging him, continually. Well, he was most definitely up to the challenge. Of course, it also helped that he was a fair Legilimens, courtesy of his father, and being the Slytherin that he was he had more than a little insight to her more hidden desires.


Imagine his glee when he saw that her desires were so similar to his own. As their already heated encounters increased in intensity during the school year, he made a decision to act.


And after that initial argument in the HCR, he’d resolved himself to having her.


And he knew he would.


And he had.

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He wanted her to wake up. He wanted to see those lovely dark brown eyes of hers heated with passion and need for him.


“Morning, Granger,” he leaned down and peppered her face and shoulders with sweet kisses. She snuggled against his hard body until awareness of where she was hit her and her eyes widened with the realization.


She was in his arms and they were ‘soooo NAKED, NAKED, NAKED’ she sing-songed through her head.


“Ehhmm, Good morning,” she said shyly and pink suffused her cheeks.


Good Goddess, what a way to wake up. She slowly raised her eyes to look up at his lovely chiseled features, his chin and cheeks were highlighted in white gold by his morning beard. Those lovely lips were slightly parted. Oh those lips, she thought about how good those lips could make her feel. Her cheeks flushed pink from the memory.


He smiled and dropped another kiss against her lips.


“We have time to shower and head down to the Great Hall for breakfast,” he said as he played with her curls.


Here eyes popped open. "You mean shower together?" she squeaked.


“Definitely!” he gave her one of his heart melting grins.


He flipped the comforter off them and sat up on the bed stretching. She appreciatively watched his muscles flex with his movements. He stood up and the words ‘NAKED, NAKED, NAKED,’ continued to play loudly through Hermione’s mind as he sauntered out of his room and into their shared bathroom. Alone, she reached out and ran her hand across his pillow; picking up the pillow, she pressed it against her face to inhale his intoxicating scent.


“Granger, get in this shower NOW” he yelled using the same stern tone that sent a delicious shiver down her spine and she felt a trickle of desire trail down her leg.


“Yes, I’m coming.” She said.


She stood up, dropped his pillow back onto the bed and walked into the bathroom; it was already beginning to steam. Draco had his back to her and she admired his long, lean body from head to foot.


He looked over his shoulder and said, “Excellent, just in time to wash my back.”


“Do you intend to wash mine as well,” she asked him.


Grinning he said, “Back, front, all that I can get my hands on.”


Grinning right back at him she stepped into the shower and grabbed the soap, rubbing until she had a thick rich lather. She ran her hands across his skin, leisurely enjoying the feel of him as she spread the lather across his broad shoulders, down the small of his back, then on to that lovely defined arse. The soap made his skin slippery and smooth. She ran her hands around to his hips and dove lower to grasp his hardened shaft.


He was built so differently than her and this particular body part fascinated her to no end.


She turned him to face her. Rolling the soap in her hands, she ran her lathered hands along his cock. It grew harder and longer. She heard him gasp and she continued to rub and squeeze her hands up and down his hardened flesh. She felt him shiver and he made a low, rumbling groan. Gripping more firmly she rubbed him more quickly.


He panted, “Ohhh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” He began to thrust his hips forward into her hands.


“You come for me now, Draco.” She whispered softly. He stiffened his hips jerking as hot fluid jetted into her hands and across her belly.


He pressed a hand against the wet tiles, head tilted down as the water cascaded over his shoulders and back. His eyes were half-closed as he looked down through his lashes at this incredible girl. He grasped her arms and pulled her towards him, capturing her lips in a hot wet kiss.


He licked his way to her ear, “Let’s play.”

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They walked into the Great Hall together laughing, talking and holding hands.


Heads turned and the hall quieted slightly. Draco brought Hermione’s hand up to his lips turning her hand over and pressed a lingering, hot kiss to her wrist. She smiled, kept hold of his hand and pulled him over towards the Gryffindor table. He looked over at his house table as he let Hermione drag him over towards Harry and Ginny. He smirked and shrugged his shoulders at his fellow Slytherins.


The males were grinning widely and shaking their heads. Pansy’s mouth dropped open in astonishment as she half rose from the table. Her friends grabbed her arms and sat her back down quickly before she had a chance to make any comment.


Hermione quite delighted by the reaction actually giggled at the sight. Smiling, she squeezed Draco’s hand and they sat down across from Harry and Ginny.


Harry smiled fondly at them both and said, “About bloody time.”

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They were inseparable throughout the remainder of the school year. They studied together and studied each other long into the nights. The school year seemed to race by.


Draco made true on his word as they explored a vast array of pleasures. His appetites seemed endless as he taught her the many sides of pleasure. Hermione, as always, was a quick study and excellent student.


Headmistress McGonagall asked the Heads to join her in her office one evening in late April.


She decided that the school year should end with a bang. She wanted a graduation celebration, a tribute to the outcome of a war that had been hard fought and won and a dedication to all those they had loved and lost. As the Head Boy and Girl, Draco and Hermione would be responsible for organizing a Graduation Ball.


Both Hermione and Draco agreed they wanted to pull together an event that would be remembered for years to come.