Behind Closed Doors

Author's Notes: This story has kind of been writing itself so to speak. It starts out as just as one of those cute, warm fuzzy stories and its morphing into...I'm not sure yet. It's gonna be a long one (or at least long for me). I'm enjoying writing this, so I hope y'all enjoy it. All reviews are welcome. Please don't be too harsh. I'll still really new at this.
Also note: I occasionally screw up my tenses. If I do, I will go back in and fix it.
Author's Notes 2 (12/31/07): Some minor edits courtesy of my friend, itoshii koi.

Hermione made a new year's resolution of sorts. New school year, to be more specific. She's Head Girl now. Lots of things are going to change. She was a new person, thanks to a month in the French Riviera with her parents. Of course, no one at Grimmauld Place noticed but she didn't expect them to notice. To them, she was only Hermione, the dutiful bookworm. Little did they know...

Flashback:
Hermione met Gabrielle, on the beach, her second day in Cannes. She was a muggle-born American witch. She had graduated from Dumstrang 2 years earlier and lived in Paris. They became fast friends and were inseparable. Gabby taught her so much in such a short period of time. Who knew that Americans could be so brilliant?
For the first time in Hermione's life, she had a friend that she could confide in without judgment. There were no questions that she would ask that Gabby would laugh at or make her feel awkward about. It was just wonderful.
One afternoon, while they were getting ready to go out for the evening, Gabrielle's hair looked much like Hermione's when it was wet but it always looked so beautiful when it was dry, while Hermione's looked like a bushy mess.
"Um, Gabby, how do you get your hair to look so pretty? I mean, can my hair look pretty like that?"
"Hermione, it's a little bit of witch magic plus a bit of muggle ingenuity all in this little bottle." She has Hermione a bottle of Frizz-Ease serum. "This John Frieda guy, he's a muggle that hooked up with a beauty of a witch. She came up with this stuff and he figured out how to mass market it and 'bye bye frizzy hair'."
"Really? How does it work? Is there and incantation or something?"
"Nope, it’s a potion with some smell good muggle stuff. Put a couple drops in your hand, rub your hands together and smooth the stuff thru your hair. Then you can let your hair air dry or you can use your wand or you can use a blow dryer with a diffuser to keep the curls or you can blow dry your hair straight with a round brush to and it will stay smooth."
"Brilliant."
"Come here, I'll show you." Gabby did Hermione's hair for her and when she turned her to face the mirror, she nearly began to cry. "Hey, what's up with the tears?"
"I look almost...pretty?"
"Almost? Ha! If you think that's almost...I can fix that... Face me...” Gabby whipped out some make up brushes and some little jars and Hermione scrunched up her nose... "What's up with the look?"
"I don't usually like wearing make up." Gabby starts to laugh...
"Oh Hermione, you really do live a sheltered life at Hogwarts, don't you? Just sit still. I'll explain in a minute." When Gabby turned her around Hermione gasped. She looked beautiful and she didn't look like she had on makeup at all.
"What did you do?"
"Again, witch's know how and muggle marketing. This stuff is called Bare Minerals. It's a combination of ground minerals with a touch of magic to make it all work together."
"Amazing... Is it hard for me to do?"
"Nope... it's easy. I'll show you exactly how...TOMORROW... Now get dressed, we're gonna be late... There are hot guys waiting for us. We must not keep them waiting."
End of Flashback

One the Hogwarts Express, she sat reading the end of Anna Karenina when she held his voice. He had just entered the car. She knew he was looking for her. As Head Boy and Head Girl, their duties started before they reached Hogwarts. She calmly stood up and began to reach into the overhead compartment to put her book away. She heard his footsteps stop in front of the door but he didn't open the door. She smiled to herself. Her outfit was chosen for maximum effect. Low rise jeans, platform sandals, a fitted baby t-shirt- not too short, just short enough to show off her new belly ring. She slowly lowered her arms and turned towards the door as he opened it. His cheeks were actually slightly flushed. He was alone, dressed in black slacks, a crisp white shirt, his blond hair hanging in his face, his signature smirk. His composure regained. She didn't even think he realized that his cheeks had been pink.
"Granger."
"Malfoy"
"Are you ready for the Prefect meeting?"
"Yes, I just have to get my robe."
"Hurry up." He stood at the door as she reached in the overhead compartment again to get her robe. She peeked over her arm. Was he actually checking her out? She quickly got the wrinkles out of her robe and turned towards him. He walked out without seeing a word, she followed. They held the meeting; giving the prefects their patrol assignments and dismissed them. After everyone left, he turned to her.
"So Granger?"
"So what, Malfoy?"
"We're Head Boy and Head Girl this year."
"And?"
"That means that we will be sharing the Head Students' Quarters."
"Again, and?"
"I don't expect you to be throwing yourself at me, Mudblood, now that you'll have me behind closed doors."
"First of all, Malfoy, don't you think that Mudblood thing is getting a bit old. People don't call you 'ferret' anymore. Maybe you should think about growing up a bit. Everyone knows I'm Muggle-born, they also know that I'm far superior to most witches and wizards twice my age. Second, I will try really hard, DRACO... I don't know if I will be able to control myself but I TRY to keep my hands off of you when we're behind closed doors. It's just that you're so irresistible, and that silvery Slytherin tongue of yours just makes me swoon so..." Her tone dripping with sarcasm, she flashed him a sticky sweet smile before she walked towards the dining car for a snack. Malfoy stood there with his mouth hanging open. She just called him, Draco. In the Six years that they had been bickering, she has never, ever called him Draco. It was...bizarre, and completely...arousing. He shook his head trying to clear it, turned and headed towards the Slytherin car.

After the dinner in the Great Hall was finish and the last first years had found their way to their correct houses, led by some of the prefects. The rest were on patrol. The Head Boy and Head Girl finally made their way to their shared quarters led my Professors McGonagall and Snape. The respective professors showed each student their rooms, their private library. They also shared a common room, a fully stocked kitchenette and a bathroom. When the professors left, they each inspected their new quarters more thoroughly. Hermione's room was decorated in Gryffindor colors. A beautiful king-sized 4 poster canopy bed with deep red velvet draping with gold swags was in the center of the room. All of the furniture was dark heavy wood. There was a beautiful, large desk with empty bookshelves for all of her books. An elaborately engraved armoire was against the left wall for her robes and her dress clothes next to it there was a large closet and chest of drawers. She removed her shoes and admired herself in an enormous mirror which hung across from her bed. Hermione felt a surge of life overwhelming her body, and then she looked over her shoulder, eying the enormous bed. Letting go of her normal reserve, she toed off her shoes, then ran and jumped upon it, giggling like a little kid...

"Really now, Granger, don't they have beds in the Muggle world? I always knew Mudbloods had no class..." Standing in her doorway with his arms crossed was Draco Malfoy. Hermione sat up and glared at him. She hopped off of the bed with such grace and anger that his smirk falter for an instant. She had previously discarded her robes on the desk chair.
"Damn it, Malfoy! Do you NOT know how to have simple fun?" He looked down at her, disinterested... "How dare you, Malfoy!! You're standing in MY bedroom doorway passing judgment on me... Answer my fucking question..." His smirk grew once he realized that he had gotten to her. It was that slight up curl of his lips which made Hermione reach her limit; she stomped on his toes as hard as she could.

"DAMMIT, GRANGER! That hurt!! Ok! Ok! What's your bloody question?" He said as he used one hand to keep his balance while holding his toes.
"Are you telling me that you've never jumped on a bed before, not even when you were a kid?"
"Certainly not..."
"DAmn! No wonder you are so uptight, Do it!"
"Do what?"
"Jump on the bed."
"No, why should I?"
"Because its fun and because I said so."
"Like I'm going to do what a M..."
"Don't go there, Malfoy... I let that slide once...and only once...” The look she gave him made him know she was serious. He didn't have Crabbe and Goyle around as his 'muscle' so he wasn't going to push his luck too much. He did have to live with her for the rest of the year and this was only the first night. "Jump on the bed!!"
"Will you shut up if I do it?"
"Yes...”
"Fine...” She smiled smugly. Draco backed out of the room and took a running start and jumped, landing on the center of the bed... Then Hermione heard something that she had never heard from him before in the 6 years that she had known him. Malfoy was laughing. Not a snicker, not a taunting guffaw but a real honest to Merlin laugh. He looked that her, his grey eyes sparkling, "That was great!! Can I do it again??"
Her anger disappeared and she started laughing at him as she leaned against the door jam. "Yes, you can do it again...” He scampers off of the bed towards her like an excited 5 year old. He extended his hand to her,without even thinking about it,
"Come on, Granger...” She looked at him, momentarily shocked, and then took his hand. Together they took a running leap and lands in the middle of the bed. Both of them giggling like little kids.

As their laughter subsided Draco turned his head to her and in his normal snarky tone said.
"You almost landed on me, Granger."
"I did not. Besides, you're the genius that wanted us to jump on the bed together. Who knew you were such a klutz...”
"Klutz? You're calling a Malfoy a klutz? You're gonna pay for that, Granger...”
"I'm so scared, Malfoy..." as she feigned to look of fear.
"You should be. I'm a Slytherin. I fight dirty...”
She rolled her eyes and made a face as he attacked... Draco began to tickle Hermione mercilessly... She screamed and giggled as she started to tickle him back. He tried not to giggle as she tickled him. His hands slowly moved up her sides sliding under her short top, grazing the bottom of her bra. Her hand slides under his shirt making him squirm and almost scream.
"Oh no, you don't, Granger. I told you I play dirty...”
"Talk, Talk, Talk...Is that all you do, Malfoy?" Suddenly he grabbed both of her wrists, pinning them over her head with one hand. Damn! All of those Quidditch workouts made him a lot stronger than she was expecting. His unmerciful tickling continued. He brought his warm lips to her ear, whispering in the most sensual voice. "Give in, Granger. You're not gonna win."
"Never!" She struggled to free her hands.
"I gave you a chance to get away with your dignity. Just remember that."
"Ha!" She continued to try to wiggle away from him until she felt Draco's tongue on the outer edge of her ear. At first, her body went stiff, not sure that she was feeling what she was actually feeling. He was tickling her as his lips traveled down to her neck. She tried to fight him until his warm hand smoothly and swiftly slide under her bra. She couldn't stop herself from moaning at the feel of his strong, rough fingers against her nipple. Draco smirked to himself; he knew he was winning this battle. He released her hands, confident that she wasn't going to tickle him anymore. Hermione let her hands slide down his sides, memorizing the softness of his skin. As her hand traveled down and firmly pressed against the bulge in his pants, she heard him moan against her neck. He pulled away from her neck, looking her eyes.
"You're moving into dangerous territory, Granger. Do you think you can handle this?"
"Can you, Malfoy?" She rose on eyebrow at him. He smirked at her and slowly brought his lips to meet hers. They kissed, tentative at first, each trying to read the other's response. Gradually, they settled into each other, realizing that the other wanted this as much as they did. Their tongues gently explored each other as their hands began to memorize the new surfaces. Sighs and moans began to fill the air. Hermione unbuckled Draco's belt, but he stopped her, looking her in the eyes.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Hermione?" He looked into her eyes, searching for an honest answer. She looked into his eyes, shocked.
"You called me...Hermione..."
"Yes, I did...now answer the question. Are you sure you want to do this?" He touched her face ever so gently that made her heart skip her beat. She started to blush. "This isn't a one time thing, we don't have to rush. We can go as slow as you need to go."
Hermione silently sighed with relief. As much as she wanted him, this was all a bit overwhelming for her. She touched his face; he rested his cheek against her hand. "Thank you." He smiled at her. "Draco?"
"Yeah."
"Why me? Why now?" He smiled at her.
"Another time, ok? I'll tell you everything, another time."
"Ok."
"Hermione?"
"Yeah."
"Can I stay with you for a little while longer? No pressure. We don't even have to snog, if you don't want to."
"Hey!" She gives him a mock angry face. "If you don't want to snog, you can go back to your room, Malfoy...”
"Oh, you think you're so funny, don't you Granger? Huh? Huh?" He starts to tickle her again...
"No, No, ok, ok... “Draco smirks at her.
"I win again."
"Shut up, Malfoy...” She gently pulls his head towards hers and begins to kiss him deeply, her hands feeling his sinewy body, memorizing it. Wondrous. They snogged for most of the evening. Loving how each other felt. Exploring each others bodies,trying not to go too far but it wasn't easy. Everything felt so good. Draco rolled onto his back, pulling Hermione on top of him. She laid her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. The past few hours had been surreal but lying here, listening to his heart; this felt real.
Draco kissed Hermione on the top of the head and gently thumped her on the bum. "Come on Granger, tomorrow is the first day of classes. We best get some sleep." She sighed and nodded as she reluctantly got up. Draco slide off of the bed and helped her off of the bed. They walked to the door together holding hands. Draco kissed her ever so sweetly on the lips and held her tightly in his arms. He brought his lips to her ear once again whispering, "You do realize that I won, right?" Insult was written all over Hermione's face until Draco began to kiss her neck and fondled her bum. She moaned, involuntarily. "Tell me, Hermione...”
"You won, this round, Draco."
"See, that wasn't so difficult, was it?" She rolls her eyes in mock annoyance.

"Draco?" She was afraid to ask him this question but she needed to know what to expect.
"Yeah..."
"Are you going to go back to being mean to me and hurting my feelings tomorrow?
"Of course not...but all of this" he kisses her on the lips softly, “All of this must stay here, between us. If either house finds out, Merlin help us." He shuddered at the thought of others finding out, besides his schoolmates.
'Yeah, I know." She sighed.
"Good night, Hermione."
"Good night, Draco."