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Dances with wounded dragons	By : GiantMushroom Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 16702 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The room of requirement was a very strange place. How different it looked today from the day they had been practicing in here. Hermione sat down on an old red sofa. She sighed. Stupid Ron, stupid Lavender. Stupid Hermione.. How could she let this affect her so much? She grabbed the book she brought with her, her potions textbook. If she couldn’t change anything about Ron, she would change something about the other thing that affected her, Harry getting better grades in potions. This was simply unacceptable.
Hermione had just started reading when she heard footsteps. Who else could possibly  be in here? She put her book down and carefully walked in the direction of the noise. Careful not to make any noise, you never knew who might be lurking in the shadows. As she got closer, she noticed a whitehaired boy, standing in front of what seemed to be a closet. Malfoy. Hermione hid behind a huge stack of books as she silently watched Malfoy. What would he be doing here? She saw his shoulders rise and fall as he sighed deeply. He seemed different, more delicate, vulnerable. Hermione knew he was none of those things, he was violent, cruel and probably a deatheater.  He opened the closet and grabbed something and he froze for a second.  Hermione crept around to another stack of books to see what he was up to. He was holding a small, white bird in his hands. His silver eyes fixated on the small, dead bird. As Hermione was wondering what the hell he was doing with a dead bird, she watched Malfoy unravel right before her very eyes. He fell to his knees, sobbing. He looked scared, frightened even. And he looked so vulnerable. Hermione wanted to leave, wanted to forget what she saw, but for some reason her feet wouldn’t move, her body wouldn’t let her.
So she drew a deep breath and did the unthinkable. She walked up to the sobbing mess of a boy. “Malfoy?” she called out to him softly. The boy didn’t look at her, so she moved closer to him an knelt next to him. She placed a hand on his shoulder and repeated herself. “Draco?”
He turned his head to look at her, tears streaming down his white face. He caught her with his eyes, his stormy silver eyes looking into her golden browns. She could have never expected what happened next. He lunged himself into her arms, burying his face in her robes. Hermione instinctively wrapped her arms around the boy and she felt his body shake as she held him tightly. She sat there for a while, she couldn’t remember how long it had been.  Minutes? Hours?  Malfoy finally let go of her and once again she was looking into his eyes. How could she never have noticed the strangely beautiful colour of his eyes? He raised his hand and let his fingers trail across her face. He was getting too close, she could feel his breath against her lips. “Malfoy..” she protested as she started to pull back.
“Please” His voice hit her like a thousand spells at once. She looked at him, he looked so lost. “Please, I don’t want to be alone, I need to feel something” he pleaded. Hermione didn’t say anything, she really didn’t know what to do. Then she remembered something Dumbledore used to say, his voice echoing through her mind ‘help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it’. She felt his hand slide behind her neck as he pulled her closer. His lips lingering against hers. A jolt of electricity went through her entire body the moment his lips crashed into hers. Against better judgement, Hermione returned the kiss. As a response Malfoy deepened the kiss, his tongue slowly running over her lower lip. Hermione opened her mouth and her tongue found his. His hands ran through her hair, grabbing a handful and pressing her even closer. Hermione’s hand rested on his chest, she could feel it rise and fall with each breath he took.  Draco’s hand slid down her back and his fingers found the hem of her shirt. Hermione gasped when she felt his fingers touch her skin. His cold hands gave her goosebumps but she didn’t mind. She let her hands slide under his shirt to feel his marble body, cold under her hands.  Her heart was racing and her mind was definitely making overtime. He was strangely intoxicating. His hands were slowly unbuttoning her shirt, while his lips were caressing her neck. Why in the name of god wasn’t she stopping him? Her hands ran through his platina blonde hair. He slowly let the shirt slide off her shoulders, revealing her emerald green lace bra. Draco pulled away from her a little and let his eyes slide over her body. Hermione thought she saw a small smirk on his face. As she looked at the white haired boy in front of her, she felt her mind slip away, she wasn’t going to overthink this any longer. She opened his shirt and let her hands roam over his chiseled abs, it was like marble. Draco closed his eyes as he felt his skin get warm under her touch. He gently pushed her down, hovering over her, his hair hanging in front of his face. They paused for a second, looking at each other, before Draco attacked her mouth with his again. His lips and hands were more hungry the second time around. They seemed desperate, as if they were holding on for their life. He trailed kisses down her neck, to her chest all the way down to her bellybutton. Hermione moaned a little when he reached the spot above the hem of her skirt. His hands ran down her legs, softly pushing her skirt up. As his fingers touched her knickers, he stopped to look at her. His eyes seeking permission. Hermione grabbed his face and kissed him. That was all the confirmation he needed and he slowly got rid of the green undergarment. He grabbed her hands and guided them to the belt of his pants. Hermione’s hands were trembling with both fear and excitement as she undid the belt and zipper and let his trousers fall to the floor. Now it was her turn to smirk as his boxers were, in fact, ruby red. She clumsily took them off too, awkwardly avoiding looking at it directly. Luckily for her, Draco caught her lips in a kiss once again as he positioned himself between her legs. Hermione took a deep breath as he slowly pushed inside her. They both let out a soft moan. She felt a stinging pain as he entered her, but it subsided soon enough. He slowly started thrusting inside her, picking up a rhythm. As she was kissing him, Hermione managed to join in his rhythm, moving together as one. He pushed his face against her neck and she heard him moan her name , which sent jolts of electricity down her spine. Then they were both overwhelmed by the amazing feeling that followed. He felt her tighten around him as he as well reached his climax, pressing his lips firmly against hers.  He collapsed on top of her, she could feel his heart racing. She ran her hands through his hair and he did the same. They just laid there for a while, catching their breath, feeling the heat of another body. Eventually, Hermione fell asleep and so did he.
Hermione’s eyes shot open. She looked around, where the hell was she again? And whose arm was holding her? Wait, what just happened? She slowly  turned her head to see a sleeping Draco Malfoy. Oh lord what did she do. She slowly grabbed his arm and tried to get out from under it. Draco mumbled something in his sleep and Hermione got up. She grabbed her knickers and put them on. Now where the hell was her blouse. She saw  a white shirt on the floor and grabbed it, nope not hers. She looked around and found her shirt, under a sleeping Draco Malfoy of all places. She slowly pulled it, carefully trying not to wake the sleeping dragon. Seriously? She cursed herself in her head. Pulling the shirt a little further. Shirt in hand she turned around when she felt a hand on her arm. She turned around and looked straight into his stormy greys before walking away into the darkness.
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