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Temporary	By : sabreenthequeen Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 25226 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter but
I do own two turtles both of whom I haven't fed for centuries.

Summary: Hermione knew this thing she had with Malfoy was
purely physical. She knew she shouldn't have fallen in love with him.
And she knew that when he said he loved her too, a dozen misfortunes
would befall them. Yet they both did admit it and just when she
thought this temporary relationship might just last, she was left all
alone and he?...Well he became one of Them.

Author's Note: 4/2/05 Okay so I went through some major
revisions in the first chapter. Hope it’s better this way.
These alterations do not effect the overall plot, so don’t
worry about it. Hope this 1^st chapter is enjoyable and
less OOC this time!

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Chapter 1: Temporary

"Ewwwwwwwwwwwww! I can't
believe you just did that!" I said wiping my mouth with the back
of my hand as Ron stood there appalled and very confused. I shook my
head at him, glared, looking hurt and used, and ran then leaving Ron
there with his shirt off and his fly opened. His face, including the
ears have gone red. His pinky-sized dick (if you could call it that)
was sticking out, and it was blue!

I reached the girl's
loo and stood there for a good five minutes, washing my mouth out
with soup.

I stared at my face in the mirror replaying the
images. My best friend! Damn it, Ron was my best friend! How dare he
even think he could bed me? And just like that? Just by trying
to make-out with me? No asking me out, no dates, no hints, just—

I couldn’t even say the words. His behavior disgusted me.

What does he think of himself? Does he think that by finally
acknowledging that I exist, that I’m a girl will get
me to start liking him? Well, it wasn’t possible anymore. He
should have realized I was a girl a lot sooner, because I’m
taken. I belong to non-other than Draco Malfoy, my enemy and my
secret lover.

Finally, after I felt that I was clean, I headed toward the Head
compartments. Not surprisingly, I was titled Head Girl, my lifelong
dream, my ambition, the reason I was such a good little girl all my
years in Hogwarts.

I made my way over to the Head compartment
inside Hogwarts Express. We just came back from Christmas Vacation
and now we all were on our way back to Hogwarts! I was never more
eager to go back than ever before. I was never more excited to swing
open the compartment and look at who lay beyond. I wanted to look at
him, to ravish him, to have him all for myself. Draco Malfoy was the
one in there, waiting for me. He had made Head Boy. No surprise
there either. Harry was too busy training, he couldn’t be given
the position, Ron decided to stick with Harry, and the Ravenclaw and
Hufflepuff prefects were no match for Malfoy’s intelligence.

I slid open the door, and titled my head to my side, drinking in
his profile. He was up front, his black silk shirt unbuttoned all the
way so I could see his pale skin, his six pack abs and the sweat
gleaming on his skin. It was still winter, yet he was hot, sweating.
I closed my gaping mouth and stepped inside, sliding the door closed
behind me. My gaze lingered up his profile until I caught his eyes,
staring straight into those steamy gray swirls of intense color.

He's smirking that trademark smirk of his and those intense gray
eyes are darkening. I can feel his gaze going down my body lingering
a bit at my chest then going down and back up. My profile was a
simple, ordinary one. I was a little too curvy, my hips wide, my
chest neither a B or C cup. My hair, untamable more than ever, had
become even frizzier after my encounter with Ron. I had my school
uniform on, short pleaded skirt, school shirt, Gryffindor tie, and
Mary Janes donned on my feet. My robes were dangling in the crook of
my arm. I was a plain looking girl, but the way he stares at me,
Merlin, he makes me feel like a model, no scratch that, a
beauty queen.

He stood up, elegantly yet desirably so,
and made his way toward me. "You're back eh? Couldn't get enough
of me?" he said. His voice was husky, deep, and irresistibly
sexy. I really missed him, missed his voice, and more importantly the
things he said. Christmas just wasn't the same without him around. I
guess you could say I was addicted to him. It rare for me to ever
stay away from him for too long. Those two weeks were almost like
hell. Were it not the fact I was with my family, I’d Apparate
straight to his Manor and tell him to shag me senseless regardless of
the fact I was a Muggleborn and Lucius or Narcissa seeing me would
strike disaster.

"What about you? Had fun with Pansy, I
presume?"

He reaches out to lay his hands on my hips and pulls me toward
him.

"Oh yeah," he replied sarcastically and
trailed kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I purred like a kitten
as I felt his hot breath of my neck and his soft lips sent jolts of
pleasure up and down my spine. He found that sweet sensitive spot
right under my ear and licked it, sucking it slightly. I moaned as he
grabbed my hips tighter and brought me closer so that minimum space
was between us. Not a breath of air could perhaps come between our
pressed bodies.

"But she's not nearly as exciting as you, my Gryffindor pet,"
he purred and kissed me brutally on the lips, forcing his tongue into
my mouth. I allow the feeling of his tongue filling my mouth linger
until I too took part in our snog session. He ran his fingers up and
down my back, resting on the curve of my back and pressed me closer
to him, his own hips rubbing into mine.

I manage to pull away
from him. "My my my, aren't we impatient," I mocked as I
moved away and toward the seats of the compartment. I lay there
waiting for him to come, noticing subconsciously how close, how
naughty, I’ve become with him. Who would have thought that I,
Hermione Granger, would tease Draco Malfoy, into shagging me? The
idea was preposterous, yet it happened anyway. Happened so soon, so
naturally.

He growled impatiently and then took off his pants. Soon his boxes
followed the pile on the floor and he fell onto the seat next to me
to continue what we had begun.

Our kisses began more passionate and demanding, every nerve in my
body tingled with his touch. Everything was happening so fast I was
left panting and gasping, my head a jumbled blurry of pleasure and
fulfillment.

After we caught our breaths, I slid away from him and straightened
out my sweaty clothes and hand Draco his pants and boxers. The train
was going to stop and we would reach Hogwarts pretty soon.

He
took them from me and put them on and I began to leave like I always
do because we aren't anything more than fuck buddies. There is no
commitment, just a mutual agreement. We both love the way our bodies
react towards each other and we decided to fulfill our needs. Once it
was over, we'd go our separate ways. There was no goal of a lasting
relationship. We couldn't see the end of it, but we both knew it had
to stop sooner or later. But for now, as our body and mind remained
young, it would stay like this. Nothing more than a quick
shag-and-go.

There were times when we didn't even say good-bye. It was like
that ever since the end of 6th year, the day that when I suddenly
found myself in a situation which I couldn't seem to get out of.
Which I hated yet wanted at the same time. There were no greetings.
No goodbyes. Not even a single productive word.

But today he
took my hand.

"Um... do you want to stay...until we
land?" he said, his voice still husky from our 'activities.'

For a moment I thought he was kidding, but when he pulled me
toward him and kissed me on my forehead while stroking my cheek, I
knew he wasn't joking. That was the first time he kissed my forehead
and the gesture left me breathless. It was so sweet and kind. Nothing
like any of his previous kisses and for a second it felt better than
any of the times we had sex...well, not really, but it was
pleasing nonetheless.

I nodded my head and crawled next to
him on the seat and stared out the window with my head against his
chest and his chin secured on my head. His hand was rubbing my back
soothingly and I never felt more at ease in my life. I felt as though
I would be able to still time and be here in his arms forever and
forget about the world completely.

I didn't know if he really meant any of this. I didn't know for
sure if he felt anything for me. Deep inside in the corner of my
heart I knew that I did and maybe, just maybe he does too. But for
the moment I didn't care because I guess I'm either too shocked or
really happy. I just wished this train ride never ended.

So I
guess this was the start of a new relationship. A relationship based
on feelings.

Well this might be temporary, but I can hope
right?

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