Not All that Glitters is Gold

I know I was going to make it a two part POV but I think this is long enough for a chapter all on its own. We'll find out in the next chapter what Draco said to Lucius. And don't you just love scheming Hermione? =D

Please R/R! MUCH THANKS


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She didn't know what came over her. One minute she was just happy to touch the pages of a book and the next she had thrown herself at Draco. Well, not literally but she betrayed herself by allowing her emotions to get ahead of her. What emotions did she have for him? What feelings did she have? She hated him. Loathed every inch of him. Yet when they meshed together, she felt heated passion.

She was weak. She was losing it. She needed to get control of herself. She was Hermione Granger for Merlin's sake. A body stirred next to her and she turned her head. Draco had fallen asleep beside her, his arm wrapped loosely over her body. He had her four times after the first. Each subsequent time, she felt her body aching for him. And each time they finished, it was together and it was bliss.

He settled down next to her but didn't touch her. It was only when she made the move did everything meld together. His arm wrapped around her shoulder as she placed her head on his chest. She could hear his heart beat faster when her fingers traced along his chest. Inwardly, she smirked.

He was like a book really. A dirty nasty old book, but one none the less. She could read him, his every word and every look. He said it himself, he was obsessed. She was going to use that to her advantage. After all, Snape did tell her to think like a Slytherin. Slytherins played on emotion and thus far Draco was digging himself deep into a pit.

They laid there in silence under sleep over took them. It was one of the many nights she could sleep comfortably without having to worry. However, her brain ticked and tocked throughout the night. Reeling in memory and trying to make plans, detailed plans. Go for the wand when he wasn't looking? Bad idea. Wandless magic? She had to have a clear mind and right now, it was hardly clear.

She was the first to wake, his slumber was deep and but troubled. She could tell by the crease in his forehead, the worried look on his face. What she wouldn't give to read his thoughts. His eyes fluttered open and stared at her with wonderment. She forced a simple smile and leaned forward, only enough for him to lean forward and finish the kiss.

It escalated quickly. His lips parted hers, his tongue seeking her mouth. They wrestled and battled for control. She let him win. As soon as their lips touched, he had put her on her back and was thrusting into her. Hermione's body only too readily became slick for him. She arched her back, pressing her chest against him and moaned into his mouth.

He made her body tingle with each caress, each thrust heightened her senses. She wanted him at that moment, but her mind was still yelling at her to gain control. She pulled her mouth from him and ran her hand up his back. Unable to stop her moans, Hermione's lips pulled back into a small smile, hidden when she pressed her lips against his ear.

"Draco," she purred, moaning and gasping into his ear.

His thrusts quickened, just as she expected. He hadn't said her name since the first time he kissed her, but she knew he wanted to. Her name played across his lips, at the tip of his tongue, for ages but he never said it. She suspected it was because he wanted to maintain that he was in charge. She'd let him think that.

His hands gripped onto her thighs just as he gave her one final, hard, thrust. Both finished at the same time, and both ended up panting heavily. His cold blue eyes penetrated her brown orbs and she feigned a look of complete content. Her hand trailed up his chest and rested on his face, caressing the smooth skin before her.

He smiled at her and leaned in, brushing his lips gently across her own. They pulled away from one another and stared up at the ceiling, both chests heaving. His hand moved to hers. It was a tiny moment of intimacy but Hermione didn't mind. Her fingers intertwined with his but she remained quiet.

Moments later, he had risen from the bed. His bare body sauntered into the bathroom. Hermione couldn't help but looked. He had grown quite a lot. Taller, leaner, with a nicely chiseled arse. She had to tear her eyes away from him before she got any other ideas. She sat up, feeling a little sore between her thighs but energized.

"Granger! Get in here!" Draco's voice boomed from the bathroom. "Now!"

He was still trying to be demanding, but Hermione could tell that his voice quivered slightly at her last name. She gingerly slid herself from the bed and walked to the bathroom. Draco was drawing water for the bath and held his hand out. Without thinking, Hermione had grabbed his hand and let him lead her into the water before joining her.

Her back was to him but they were so close to one another. Draco leaned against the back of the tub, allowing Hermione to do the same but against his chest. His arm hung over the side as a few drops of water trickled off his finger tips.

He brought his hand to her stomach, tracing small circles around her navel. "Are you hungry?" His voice suddenly broke the silence in the room.

Hermione turned slightly and looked at him, giving him her biggest doe eyes. "Yes. I am." She said matter of factly, watching his lips curve into a smile.

Draco snapped his fingers and the house-elf Wilky appeared. She smiled at Hermione, who smiled back, but Draco's smile had disappeared. "Get us something to eat. Quickly."

The elf bowed, "Yes Master, sir." She vanished long enough for Draco to bring his hand to Hermione and move her to face him.

He brought her thighs over his waist and his lips to her neck, kissing tender spots. Hermione grasped the edge of the tub, feeling his hands planted firmly on her buttocks. "Draco..." She whispered quietly, listening to him groan and pull from her.

Their eyes locked on the house-elf, who had returned with a plate of fruit. Draco sneered and leaned over, snatching the plate from her. "Get out!" He shouted, causing the elf to squeak and vanish.

"You don't have to be so rude," Hermione snapped, twisting in his lap. Draco groaned for a second and looked at her.

"I can do what I want, Granger." He held the plate out in front of him, "Now, do you want to be a good pet and have something to eat? Or I can eat it all myself and let you watch."

Hermione's eyes narrowed, as did his. He handed her the plate when she didn't respond and smirked. She looked at the assorted fruit and brought a strawberry to her lips, taking her time to eat it. He was watching her and looked impatient as she licked the juices from her fingers. Draco shifted in his seat, his hand tracing over her sides as she brought another strawberry to her lips.

Some of the juice trailed down the corner of her mouth and before she could wipe it, his lips had claimed it. She sat there, in the warm water, a little stunned. His mouth found hers and tongue parted her lips. As much as she hated this situation, she couldn't get enough of his kisses. Draco's hand was brought to hers, still holding onto the half bitten strawberry. He parted from her and brought the fruit to his own lips, taking a bite.

They stared at one another until Draco reached over and grabbed another strawberry. He brought it to her lips, tracing it over each pillowy one before she parted her lips and took a bite. Hermione noticed that Draco's lips parted each time her own did and after she finished he would kiss her.

The plate was soon forgotten and his hands were entangled in her hair. Their lips crashed against each other, both seeking the warmth of each others mouth. He shifted and positioned himself against her heat. Hermione moaned, feeling herself sink onto his length. She moved against him, pushing him back against the tub.

This was what he wanted, wasn't it? He wanted her to want him and she was going to do just that. Her hips rolled against him, feeling him stretch her walls. Hermione moaned, her eyes burning into his. She felt his hands grip onto her hips and buck up against her but she pressed down hard.

Draco seemed to understand what was happening and stopped moving. He groaned and leaned back against the tub, feeling the water splash against him. Hermione's hips moved rapidly against him, feeling his fingers dig into her hips. She tilted her head back and let out a small cry, one that caused Draco to hold onto her tighter.

He leaned up against her, ignoring the water as it spilled out over the tub and onto the floor. His lips found her neck and trailed down kisses to her collar bone. He groaned heavily and murmured her name, "Hermione."

She felt victorious at that point. That, combined with their mutual release, was enough to make her smile for days. Draco brought his lips back to hers, pecking them slightly. "Hermione... I... I lo..."

"Draco." Draco stopped, as did Hermione. She turned and looked at the door way and saw Lucius standing there.

His entire frame looked huge when he stood, clad in his dark emerald cloak with that annoying cane he carried around. He had apparently stumbled into something he didn't want to see. His feet squished the carpet, which was drenched from the water. Hermione lowered her eyes to Draco, who didn't seem pleased with his father's appearance.

"What?" Draco asked, giving Hermione a small push from him. "I'm busy."

"I can see that." Lucius' eyes were on Hermione but difted to Draco. "Tut tut. Putting your lips on something so foul. Unheard of."

Hermione felt Draco shake with anger. He rose from the tub and grabbed a large black towel, covering his lower half. "What I do with my pet is my business, father."

He was angry and Hermione didn't have to hear the anger in his voice to understand that. Draco was piercing Lucius with madden eyes.

"Just remember, Draco. What you do with that," he pointed a gloved hand at Hermione, "Reflects on the family."

"Like what you do with her doesn't." Draco's voice was vicious and filled with venom. "What do you want?"

"The Weasley Twins haven't said a thing. They keep joking about dungbombs or something frivolous like that. The Dark Lord wishes for you to see them. Perhaps some one their age can persuade them..." His cold blue eyes locked onto Hermione and she noticed his lip twitch.

Draco cast one look at Hermione and mumbled something to Lucius, something Hermione couldn't hear. She suspected it was a threat as Lucius became tense and glowered at Draco before looking back at her. Without looking back, Draco left the bathroom. Lucius stared at Hermione for a moment before turning and stalking after Draco.