WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME

Disclaimer: Although the plot is mine, the characters and the whole Harry Potter franchise belongs solely to J.K. Rowling, the woman that started my addiction into the Potter universe. I receive no monies for this story, but write for the pleasure of twisting the characters to my will.


Authors Note: To sketchy...the person to whom I write this gift for. I hope you enjoy the story that I’ve written for you and hope I’ve followed most of your guidelines. Sorry in advance for Draco being a little fluffy. The purple hair was something I had to think about a bit to put in the story, but I’m hoping you like how that worked out also. When I started writing this story, I wasn’t planning on it being this long, so sit back...grab a pepsi and some munchies and enjoy.

This fic was written for the Quiet Ones Santa Gift challenge for (http://www.livejournal.com/community/qo_ficexchange/?skip=40)

Warning: There will be some slash in later chapters (male/male)

What You Mean to Me


Chapter One


As the Hogwarts Express sped to it\'s destination to Hogwart\'s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the students were reacquainting themselves among their classmates, snacking on the junk food that the lady brought by with her cart. At the very back of that train was a larger compartment where about sixteen prefects sat, four from each house, with the Head Boy and Head Girl all listening to some of the announcements Professor McGonagall was reading from her scrolled parchment.

Draco Malfoy, head prefect for the Slytherin house sat beside one of his best friends, Blaise Zabini, occasionally shooting glares to the Ravenclaw Head Boy. With all his time sucking up and all the time he devoted to his studies...he thought he deserved that prestigious position. Although.... being made Head Prefect was just as good he grudgingly admitted. He was still an authoritative figure, but with less responsibilities that the Head Boy position would have.

His glance then went to the Head Girl, Hermione Granger. Queen of the Mudbloods for Hogwarts. Looking at her, he had to admit to himself that she definitely grew up. She sat back with a pad of paper on her lap, taking studious notes with some quill that didn\'t require you to dip it into any kind of ink well. She wore a grey pleated skirt that rode up about mid-thigh when she was sitting, with the Gryffindor button down shirt in white with the top three buttons undone, showing just a tease of a well proportioned chest. Her legs were bare except for the grey knee socks, showing an even tan, indicating she spent a fair amount of time in the sun over the summer. Her hair was a bit past her shoulders, in a styled disarray of waves that framed an attractive face, complete with a light dusting of freckles across her nose that just added to the overall sexiness of the picture.

He was gazing at her mouth and the way she brushed the feathers of her quill across her lips, when she looked up and caught him staring at her. He couldn\'t look away as she gave a slight smirk, then darted her pink tongue out to lick suggestively around her lips. His gaze went to her laughing eyes where he shook himself out of his lustful thoughts and glared back at her, finally able to look away from her. He noticed he wasn\'t the only one getting an eyeful of the Head Girl....most of the guys, and a few of the girls were also looking her way.



Hermione listened to Professor McGonagall as she stated the rules for the year, occasionally letting her mind drift. When she received the letter stating she was going to be Head Girl for her seventh and last year at Hogwarts, she was thrilled. She knew she would be receiving the honor...not that she was an egomaniac, but she worked hard over the years and remained the top of her class in grades...she felt she deserved it.

In celebration on her new Hogwarts status, her best friends, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and his sister Ginny took her on a shopping trip in Diagon Alley, and muggle London. It was a fun, eventful day as they helped re-dress her for the year. Her first stop had been a hair stylist in muggle London where they cut a couple of inches off and layered it, then showed her how to work with the natural waves of her hair, as well as darkening it to a chestnut brown color and streaking it with blonde and burgundy highlights.

All four of them went on a clothing binge. Ron and Ginny had worked at their brother\'s shop, Weasley\'s Wizarding Weezes, and had saved up their money. Harry had come into even more money after Sirius left him a small fortune in his will, and decided to treat himself as well. Hermione also came into a bit of money when she had inherited from an Aunt that so happened to be a witch...much to the surprise to Hermione when she was handed a gold key to a Gringott\'s vault in Diagon Alley. Her Aunt had specified in her will to have fun with it, saying life was too short for regrets...hence the shopping trip and the change of appearance.

Thinking back, she had to laugh at some of the clothes that her friends came out with from the changing rooms. They all had decided since it was there last year...well except for Ginny...that they wanted to make an impression, especially since their Hogwart’s letters stated that their school uniforms were not required for the whole year, only for special occasions. During one of many trips out of the changing room, she came out wearing black leather pants and a strategically ripped t-shirt to see that Harry was wearing almost the same thing. They both agreed that they looked really good in leather, and decided to add these to the ever growing pile of clothes to be bought.

Hermione was personally happy to see Harry finally content with his life. He was now living with Remus Lupin close to Hogsmeade, where the werewolf was granted guardianship as his adoptive godfather. It also helped that Harry had finally defeated Voldemort with the help from his friends, Professor Snape, and surprisingly Draco and Lucius Malfoy, who were revealed during their sixth year to be spying for the light side. The Dark Lord’s death went off relatively simple. Harry had slipped the Death Eater robes and mask on, then snuck in behind Snape polyjuiced as Draco. Snape had then slipped a magic inhibitor potion in Voldemort’s goblet during an inner circle meeting, where Lucius then cast a Crucio curse at him at the same time that Harry thrust Godric Gryffindor’s sword through the Dark Lord’s heart. The rest of the Death Eaters that were in the vicinity were apprehended shortly after that by the rest of the Order of the Phoenix members and Ministry Aurors. Celebrations lasted for weeks after that, with Harry hiding away at Hogwarts to keep out of the wizarding lime light.

As Hermione wool gathered in memories, she absently rolled her tongue piercing along the roof of her mouth. She recalled dragging Harry, Ron, and Ginny into the small muggle shop in London on their shopping day that specialized in tattoos and piercings. She managed to talk the two boys into getting something done, but Ginny was adamant on remaining tattoo and piercing free. Ron got a small tattoo of a snitch that he happened to have a drawing of (why...we don’t know?) on his right shoulder blade; Harry got a phoenix tattoo on his upper arm; and she had decided on a dragon tattoo on her upper back between her shoulder blades, a navel ring, and her tongue pierced. It was something she always wanted done, but never had a chance to do. Her Aunts final words... ‘life was too short for regrets,’ prompted her to finally do it, and she did not regret it for one second. That day had been a good memory for her.

Other good memories of the summer were of the few times she met up with her current bed mate. She started the clandestine relationship during the middle of last year at Hogwart’s. The only other person who knew of it was Harry, who although he didn’t warm to the idea right away, he accepted it, saw that it made her happy. She remembered her last night with her ‘friend’ when he discovered her tongue piercing. That night had been exhausting, as they tried out different things with that stud. He especially liked the feeling of the stud as it grazed his nipples, or the head of his erection right before she took him fully into her mouth.

She looked across from her and noticed Draco looking at her, more like devouring her with his eyes as he looked at her legs then worked his way up to her mouth. She had to admit to herself, that the git was one of the better looking guys in her year, with the shoulder length blonde hair that would most likely be soft to the touch, not to mention the firm body that no doubt was hidden under the school robes they had to wear. Beside him was another very good looking guy, who just happened to be another Slytherin...Blaise Zabini. Where Draco was light, he was dark. His hair was also down to his shoulders, but was black and cut in layers. His eyes held just a hint...okay...quite a bit of mischief in them as he looked at the others around him.


Blaise kind of half-assed listened to the meeting about prefect duties and events that are happening for the first part of the year. He looked around the room at all the eager faces of his fellow students...eager for new responsibilities...new challenges. About half of them were taking notes on what the Professor had to say, including the Head Girl. He took his time checking out Hermione and thought she looked completely edible in her school uniform. Who knew that such a simple uniform could make a girl look like such a ‘bad’ girl...and she did, as she licked her lips while looking at Draco. He shook his head amusedly, then scanned the rest of the compartment. Another cute, attention grabbing girl in the room was Miss Ginny Weasley, with her long red hair, and the freckles that were scattered across her nose. He caught her eye and saw the mischief just wanting to get out..a kindred spirit. It was no surprise really considering her older twin brothers owned the joke shop and were notorious for their pranks while they were at Hogwarts. He would have to make sure he talked with her, maybe set up some pranks of their own for the other students.


“Now, for those of you that actually listened to what I had to say....” McGonagall said sternly... “prefect duties are to be taken seriously. Also it will be your responsibility to make sure the students do not abuse the privilege of a more relaxed dress code. Use your own discretion...although use fair judgement when deciding what is appropriate and what is not. Some of the professor’s have requested the use of the robes still in their classes, Professor Snape being one of them. Please let the students know this,” she instructed as she looked around the room. “You have proven yourselves worthy of the privilege of being prefects over the years with your performance in your classes...now don’t disappoint me. Your title can be just as easily taken away if it is abused. Are there any questions?” she asked. The group shook their head as they looked around. “Alright then, we’re about half way to Hogwart’s now, so you may join your classmates,” she said smiling. “Miss Granger, Mister Boot, please stay for a few moments after the other’s leave.”



It was about a half hour later, when Hermione left the back compartment, her quill and pad of paper in hand as she made her way to Ron and Harry. The corridor had the few students around which she smiled to in greeting, then was surprised when a black cloaked arm reached for her to pull her into a nearby compartment.

Her surprise yelp was smothered by a set of warm lips that captured her very willing mouth once she saw who her captor was. She put her arms around his neck, digging her fingers in the silky strands of hair, while his hands went around her back to pull her closer against him.

“You have too many damn clothes on,” he huskily said as his mouth moved lower on her neck, his fingers going to the buttons of her shirt.

She gave a low whimper when he nibbled on the spot on her neck that he knew to be extra sensitive. “I was thinking about you in there,” she said as she nudged him back for him to sit on the bench.

“And what were you thinking?” he asked gliding his hands up her thighs and up her skirt as she straddled his legs, while licking his way down her chest, nibbling the soft swell of her breasts over the pink lace bra.

“Mmmm..that feels nice,” she breathlessly said as she rocked her hips against his growing erection through his pants. “I was thinking of our last night we spent together...mmm...right there,” she moaned as he slid a few fingers into the sides of her panties, massaging her clit with his thumb.

He wrapped his one arm around her waist as he shifted her around so that she was laying on her back on the seat, then leaned over her to lick along the lace edging of her bra. His mouth moved over the silk and lace to latch onto the extended nipple, sucking it into his mouth.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as she arched her back into his touch, then gave a groan in frustration when his wet lips left his assault on her breast. She looked up into his heated gaze and sighed when she felt his hands glide up her bare legs to her panties, to finally hook his fingers at the sides and pull them down over her hips. He grinned down at her in that incredibly sexy way of his as he moved back from her spread legs to finish slipping the drenched panties down her legs.

Once he had the scrap of pink silk off, he slipped it into his pocket, looking down at the body that lay before him. His hands slowly lifted the short skirt more for him to see the trimmed thatch of curls. He ran his fingers through the hair and down to her cleft , his fingers gliding easily against the moist flesh. He felt how wet she was and slipped two fingers inside of her, pushing them in and out, deep and fast.

“Merlin,” she panted as she spread her legs more, pushing her hips down to meet the thrusts of his fingers. She closed her eyes and arched her neck back, her body melting with pleasure from his touch. She gave a low moan when she felt his warm breath on her clit, not realizing he had moved down.

His fingers slipped out of her to then use both of his hands to spread her more, his fingers spreading her open as he brushed his tongue along her slit to flick up against her clit. He slowly swirled his tongue around the swollen nub, just teasing it before gliding down lower to lap up her juices. He then delved his tongue between her folds, as deep as he could go, then pulled back to thrust in again. He looked up to see her eyes dark with need, then slowly took long swipes with his tongue up to her clit.

“More,” she breathed out raggedly as her fingers went into his hair again to pull him closer. “Make me cum,” she moaned.

He moaned against her clit as he wrapped his lips around it to flick his tongue insistently against the nub, while his hands went to the zipper of his pants, freeing his aching erection. He pressed harder on her clit as he started to stroke his cock, her moans mingling with his as her climax was reaching it’s peak.

“Gods.....” she moaned as her climax crested and washed over her body, her body giving a shudder as he flicked his tongue against the over sensitized flesh one last time before raising his head.

“We’re not done yet there Mya,” he huskily said as he kneeled between her legs and lifted her hips as he entered her. He slid deeply into her and groaned as he felt her pulsing warmth surround him. He gripped her thighs as he pulled back, then slammed back in, lifting her hips higher off the bench. “Feels...so....good,” he panted, “thought of doing....this through...that...ohgods.....whole meeting.”

“Fuck....yes,” she panted, “faster.”

Not wanting to disappoint the lady he pumped harder and faster in a frenzied rhythm. He moaned out loud as her inner walls clenched around his shaft, feeling her climax along his length, then thrust deep. “Mya,” he cried out as he came, spilling himself until he was empty and spent.

She reached out for him, then pulled him down towards her. “My Slytherin,” she murmured against his mouth right before he closed the distance to kiss her waiting lips, opening for her tongue to meet with his, the taste of her still on his lips.



An hour or so later, after the two lovers parted, satiated, and cleaned, they made their way to their separate compartments with promises to meet in a couple of days. In the Gryffindor compartment, there were curious looks on their faces when she slid the door open and sat down. “What happened to you ‘Mione? The meeting was over hours ago,” Ron asked.

“I...uh...was helping a student with a problem he had,” she grinned.

“Hope it wasn’t too ‘hard’ of a problem for you Hermione?” Harry said cheekily.

“Never a problem,” she replied cheekily, as she reached down to get a book from her bag. She sat back, crossing her legs, making sure her skirt wasn’t revealing anything. ‘Another pair of panties he took...one of my favorite pairs too,’ she thought to herself.

The few Slytherin’s looked up as the compartment door slid open. “Thought you went to look for some snacks?” Draco asked.

“I found some,” Blaise replied grinning, his hand going to his pocket to touch the panties, not noticing Draco catching a glimpse of the pink lace before it was pushed further into Blaise’s pocket.


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