Elaborate Lives

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Chapter 1: Hermione finally sleeps

Hermione fluttered her eyes in a feeble attempt to stay awake during one of Slughorn’s long-winded speeches of the talented and (obviously) famous witches and wizards he was familiar with. While she admired his apparent talents, Hermione dreaded his drawn out monologues that taught her nothing except that if she ever becomes famous, she ought to remember to send him a large box of crystallized pineapple. Ron and Harry occasionally glanced at the sleepy-eyed Hermione, and quickly gave each other a puzzled look. Hermione, on the other hand, did not even register that her two best friends noticed her nodding off.
After class Hermione decided it would suit her best to just skip lunch with Ron and Harry in the Great Hall and opt for an hour nap in the Gryffindor girls’ dormitory. But before she could even consider escaping the boys she heard:
“Hey Hermione, wait!” it was Ron. “Hermione was just us or did you actually start to drift off in class?” Hermione could not see him, but just by the way he squeezed the words out of his mouth, she knew he was suppressing a smile.
“Well Ron, unlike you, some of us actually stay up late into the night working.” Hermione lied straight through her teeth. Ron blushed a bit. Ron believed her because he knew there could be no other explanation. Or at least, he thought there could be no other explanation. Hermione bade them good bye and darted to the girls’ dormitory.
“She’s gotta realize there’s more to life than books.” Ron mumbled to Harry as they walked to the Great Hall.
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Ron was fully unaware that Hermione was interested in much more than books now a days. When she reached her bedroom Hermione threw her books onto the end of her bed, pulled the scarlet and gold drapes around her four-poster, and closed her eyes to relax for a while. Unfortunately, the very same thoughts that prevented her from sleeping last night were rapidly returning. She was imagining him. His eyes were cold, but she believed, if given the chance, she could set them ablaze.
“NO!” thought Hermione. She did not want to waste her precious naptime thinking about her…her…her enemy! The one person whose words were so strong, so hurtful, so disgusting that she actually wanted to hex him. She couldn’t understand her mixed feelings of sheer anger and lust and denial and embarrassment. Fortunately, due to exhaustion, sleep encompassed her before she allowed her thoughts to consume her.
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Hermione awoke to breathe in wonderfully warm, sweet air. She moved to get up when she suddenly realized that she was not in bed alone. There was a body lying beside her. She was momentarily frightened (thinking about Voldemort’s Inferi) until the figure wrapped its warm arm around her, giving her a safe, euphoric feeling throughout her body. Then, to her surprise, their bodies touched; it was hot and beautiful and she instantly knew that both bodies were naked. She could not stand the mystery any longer and quickly turned to be face to face with none other than her old enemy: Draco Malfoy.
“Malfoy…I…I…” but before she could finish he kissed her (which was a good thing because she was quite sure she hadn’t the words to finish).
“Hermione, I’ve seen you staring at me in class.” A large smile stretched across his face. “Have you noticed anything strange in class?”
“I…um…I…I’ve noticed you sit on the other side of Pansy Parkinson now.” Hermione was sure this was the wrong answer.
“Precisely.” He exclaimed. “You know why?”
She had to know why, she thought. She was Hermione Granger: smartest student in their year, shoe-in for Head Girl, perfect prefect, the list goes on and on. But she hadn’t the foggiest clue about why he had switched seats. She gave it one last thought before answering and said, “Because you’re sick of sitting down wind of her?”
“Ha! Well, yes but that is not the answer I was looking for. It’s so that I could get a better look at you, Granger.” And with that, he looked deep into her eyes and kissed her, this time much more passionately. His hand slinked up and down her side and rested upon her hip. She took a little more initiative and placed her hand on his backside, blushing as she did so. Then Draco’s hand grazed down her stomach until he was right above her most private area. She could not believe what was happening and then suddenly Draco’s hand was down there.
“Oh God Granger, you are so wet!” His voice grew ragged and Hermione suspected that it was not the only thing growing. She confirmed her suspicions as she reached down and placed her hand around his ever growing hardness. She tickled his balls until he could no longer take it. Draco slapped Hermione’s hand away, an action she assumed meant she was not good. But before she could even ask him what was wrong, Draco was kneeling between her legs and slowly licking the outer most regions around her clit. As he licked her in slow, but incredible circles, he occasionally grazed her clit sending ripples up and down her body. She told him that she wanted him inside her right then and there, but Draco knew better. He knew how to make everything better. He continued his assaults, slow and painstakingly euphoric. He then slipped a finger inside her, but not too far for Draco knew exactly the spot to find. He applied an expert’s amount of pressure to that spot as his tongue began to gain speed and sweep over her clit more and more often.
“Oh..yes..ohh.” Hermione’s moans grew ever loader but she didn’t seem to care who the hell heard her. “Draco, right there, yes!” She told him where to stay, but he knew. She didn’t have to say anything, he just knew. However, when she said his name he thought he could go right there, without ever entering her. Suddenly Hermione exploded. She moaned loudly as Draco continued sucking on her clit. He removed his hand from inside her and moved it up massage her breast and pinch her nipple. This, of course, set of a few more tiny explosions in Hermione before she finally returned to Draco. He kissed her deeply again and slid into her. He could not believe how wet she was.
“Oh Hermione, you are even wetter than before.” Draco moaned as he began to thrust inside of her.
“You made me that way.” She smiled and then kissed him hard. Draco thought about his and liked her answer. He began to pick up speed and she wrapped her legs around him and began to tighten around his hardness. He pounded her so hard until they both came, screaming each other’s names in ecstasy.
But then, Hermione’s eyes reopened. She realized that everything that had just happened, all those amazing new feelings, were all a dream. She looked down at her body to see that, maybe not everything was a dream: she had her hands down her pants and understood that she had brought herself to orgasm. Hermione heard laughter and the door burst open as a bunch of fellow 6th year girls came walking in.
“Did you see Draco actually looking at Granger today?!? Can you imagine…Malfoy and Hermione…a couple!?!” There was another rumble of laughter. Then one of the girls pointed to Hermione’s bed and whispered:
“Shhh. She’s asleep. At least she didn’t hear us, let’s go.” And with that they left.
Hermione could not believe that Malfoy was in fact staring at her. She was elated that her dream had some truth to it. With that, Hermione opened the curtains around her four-poster, brushed her hair, gathered her books, and sped down to class. She had Defense Against the Dark Arts with Draco and she was determined to meet his gaze.


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