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Chapter 10

�� A gentle shaking by the shoulders woke
Hermione up.� She opened her eyes and
found Draco Malfoy staring back at her, who was leaning over the chair she had
slept in.� Visions of what had happened the
night before flooded her mind when her eyes swooped over his face.� Hermione desperately tried to suppress the
inevitable blush that came along with envisioning almost-naked and soaking wet
Draco in her bathtub.
�� Granger, do you mind if I kiss you?�
he asked hurriedly.
�� What?��
Hermione yelped a little confusedly.�
This was definitely a new manner to start the day.�
�� I�m being polite and I�m asking you
first this time,� he said smugly.� �Its June 1^st, you see.�
�� Ah� Hermione said, not really knowing
what to think.� If she understood
correctly, Malfoy wanted to kiss her to test his sexual orientation.� Mating season was over, so if all was well;
he should stop fancying boys.� It�s not
like Hermione could feel flattered for him picking her out, since she was the
only girl in close proximity.� But then
again, this might be the last chance she would get to kiss him.� And he himself was offering, so...
�� You know Granger, in many cultures
silence means consent� Malfoy smirked.
�� Okay� Hermione said.
�� Okay�, as in...�
�� Okay, you can kiss me� Hermione said
in a wavering tone of voice.� She saw
Draco smirking and repositioning himself so he could lean closer to her.� Just as her mind had started debating on
whether this was such a good idea, Malfoy leaned in and softly stroked his lips
against her.� It was a gentle caress,
barely inexistent.� Hermione instantly
threw all doubts out the window and let her eyes drift shut to fully enjoy the
kiss.� Hermione suddenly cringed when she
realised that she hadn�t brushed her teeth yet.�
Yes well, too late for that now.�
And besides, Malfoy didn�t seem to mind much.�
She felt Malfoy�s hand caressing her cheek as he put slightly more
pressure on her lips.� Gods, this was so
different from the other two kisses he had given her, which had been
passionate, lusty and consuming.� This
one was gentle and tender, two words she�d never have thought of associating
with Draco Malfoy.� Draco briefly nibbled
on Hermione�s bottom lip before running his tongue alongside it, asking
permission to go forwards.� In reply,
Hermione parted her lips.� Draco didn�t
hesitate, slid his tongue inside her mouth, and curled it alongside hers.� She instantly reciprocated and they engaged
in a heated game of advance and retreat.�
Hermione felt as if all her senses had grown hypersensitive.� She found it exhilarating to feel his breath
against her face and the heat of his body against her own.� It was as if he was tasting
her, drinking her essence and sampling to see if something was there.
�� After a few more moments of kissing,
when they were in dire need for oxygen, their lips parted.� They both looked at each other while panting
heavily.� Hermione was just hoping that
she didn�t look like the puddle of mush she felt like.� Malfoy looked at her with his trademark smirk
and went to stand upright again.
�� Thanks Granger� he said coolly as he
straightened his clothes a bit, turned around and walked out of her room.
�� Any time� Hermione answered in a
hoarse whisper.�
*
�� Draco was on top of the world.� No more homosexual urges, no more overheating
and the bunny tail safely in the garbage bin where it belonged.�
Draco was quite relieved about the latter; the person staring back at
him in the mirror no longer resembling a runaway from the Playboy Mansion�s
Secret Men�s Department.�
Always a plus.
But most importantly; he had no more ejaculatory incompetence.� When he had first woken up, finding himself
in Granger�s bed, he had to mentally retrace his tracks to remember how he had
gotten there.� He could not remember
everything, but he did remember Granger breaking up his... thing... with
Potter and putting him in her bed.�
When suddenly it had occurred to him that it was now June and mating
season was over, Draco had quickly tiptoed back to his room to do some
necessary �relieving�.� He had released
himself from his pyjama bottoms and after only a handful of strokes, pardon the
pun, he had climaxed so violently that his eyes had rolled back into his skull
and he had actually blanked out for several moments.� When Draco had become conscious again, he had
re-emerged as a shivering and shuddering satisfied mess who was covered up to
his neck in his own cum.�
And he was so happy he could cry.�
After he had taken a quick shower and had put on some clean clothes, he
had gone back to Granger�s room, had woken her up and had kissed her.
Yep, the little tingly feelings were back.�
When Draco had gotten back to his room, he did that little happy dance
the Gryffindors seem so fond of doing after they had won a Quidditch
match.� He was still straight!�
��
But now that he was healthy, sexually satisfied and attracted to girls;
he still felt something lacking.
�� He was pacing around his room to try
and figure out what he should do to fix that.�
In a nutshell, he felt vulnerable and abused.� Having been caught in compromising positions
with another bloke had created a serious dent in his self-esteem.� He wanted his power back to control other
people and he did not want other people controlling him.� He needed to do something to feel that he was
back in control of himself.�
�� Like shagging a girl.
�� Draco contemplated on consulting Pansy,
but quickly dismissed that thought.� It
wouldn�t be enough.� She might be able to
satisfy his physical needs, but not his psychological ones.� Shagging Pansy was just too easy.� Draco wanted to seduce someone so he could
feel like a man again.� He wanted to feel
like a predator and not like the submissive pouf he had been for the last
month.�
�� His frown quickly turned into a
determined smirk when the name of his ideal victim came to mind.
�� Granger.
�� Most of Draco�s Veela characteristics
might have faded, but his sense of smell was still a bit more sensitive than
normal. �He had clearly been able to
smell her bubbling arousal when he had been kissing her just a few minutes
ago.� Therefore, Granger apparently
wasn�t as indifferent to �the Slytherin prat� as she liked to pretend she
was.�
�� Yes, Granger would do.
�� Draco still remembered the Yule ball in
fourth year where he had been forced to stick his foot in his mouth where it
came to insulting her looks.�� Draco knew
that people often were very sensitive when it came to their appearance, so he
repeatedly liked to abuse that soft spot.�
Granger had been no exception there, next to Scarhead and
Freckleface.� But ever since fourth year
he had found it harder and harder to find things to insult her about.� The buckteeth were gone and her boyish figure
had gradually developed into soft female curves.� He would call her out on her curvaceous
figure, but Draco actually liked curves so that was no use.� Sure, she still had her bushy hair, but Draco
found that the unruly curls suited her feisty personality.� But that sure hadn�t stopped him from calling
her on it.� He still needed something.�
��
�� So physically, there really was no
problem in pursuing Granger.
�� He had smelled that she was physically
attracted to him in return, yet she probably was too proud to admit it.� Draco knew that many girls were openly
yearning for him, yet Granger was someone who would never admit her attraction
because of the past enmity between each other.�
And naturally, the thought that the Gryffindor brainiac might actually
have a soft spot for the Slytherin hotty Draco Malfoy, would be just unheard
of.�� It would just be despicable
to go after someone for their looks and not their minds.�
�� Yes, Granger would be perfect.
*
�� NEWTS were swiftly approaching and
Hermione was cramming like crazy.� Earlier
she had had a little chat with Harry about what had transpired over the last
month.� Harry was quite upset over it
all, but what he was perhaps even more upset about was that Hermione hadn�t
told him about what was going on.�
Hermione had tried to apologise over and over again, but Harry still was
unbelievably upset.� He had repeatedly
kissed Draco Malfoy, had touched him in... places,
had been touched in... places and had
almost even shagged him.� Above all that,
he detested the boy with a passion that almost rivalled his hatred for
Voldemort.� If anyone had a right to be
upset, it was Harry.� After a while of
failing to reconcile with her humiliated friend, Hermione had actually resorted
to uttering the words:
�If it�s a consolation, you would have bottomised Malfoy.� Not the other way around.�
�� And surprisingly, it indeed was a
consolation.�
�� Harry was still rather grumpy -and
probably scarred for life- but Hermione had the feeling that their friendship
would be okay.� So now, she was studying
at her desk in her common room.� May
hadn�t been a very productive month in that area, so she had some catching up
to do.� Her mind was so caught up into
her studies that she hadn�t noticed the new presence in the room.
�� I can still smell it, you know.�
�� Hermione looked up, slightly startled,
to see that Malfoy had entered their common room.��
�� What?��
Hermione asked with a frown.
�� Bodily odours� Draco answered with a
smirk as he walked over to her desk.�
�Most of my Veela traits are gone, but I still have my smell.�
�� O-kay� Hermione said, not quite
following what he was getting on about.�
�� Is it hot in here?�� Malfoy asked casually opening the top two
buttons of his silky white shirt.�
Hermione�s gaze immediately flew towards the newly exposed patch of
skin.� Her mind was immediately thrown
back to the evening before, where she had had Malfoy practically naked in her
bathroom; his bare pale skin covered with water, all wet and slick...� Yes, it was indeed hot inhere
all of the sudden.
�� At bit� Hermione answered as she
turned her gaze back towards her books, trying hard to disguise the blush on
her cheeks.
�� You don�t mind if I take my shirt off
do you?�� Draco asked, while fanning
himself.
�� Hermione let out a strangled yelp in the
back of her throat.� She didn�t think she
could bare the sight of his shirtless upper body right now.� Last night Malfoy had been half delirious, so
she could afford to goggle without him noticing.� But now he was fully conscious and would very
much notice her discomfort... and excitement.
�� Draco smirked at the sight of the Head
Girl, who seemed like she wanted to do nothing more than to hide under her desk
without him noticing.� He walked behind
her desk and leaned over the back of her chair with his hands on the armrests
on either side of her.
�� You know, out of all the scents the
smell of arousal is my favourite,� he purred in her ear.
�� Hermione�s heart was throbbing in her
chest.� O Gods, he knew.�
�� I-� she
stammered.
�� Do
you want me, Hermione?�� Malfoy whispered
seductively while brushing the side of his lips against her cheek.� Hermione thought she just might burn up while
sitting in her chair.� She couldn�t
believe the tremors that went along her spine after he had done a minor thing
like calling her by her first name.
�� No� Hermione squeaked.
�� Suddenly Draco twisted her chair around
so she faced him.� Hermione yelped when
suddenly he flicked the handle beneath the chair, which made her drop a few
inches closer to the ground.� Draco
slanted over her so they were eye-level, and leaned in so their faces were only
inches apart.� For a moment, she thought
he was going to kiss her; but instead he started speaking again.
�� Are you sure?�� Draco whispered against her lips.� Hermione could feel his eyelashes against her
skin, his breath against her mouth, his lips barely touching hers.� It was the most sensual and seductive thing
she had ever felt and witnessed.�
Hermione felt an urgent throbbing erupting from between her legs.� She found it surreal that Malfoy could emit
such a strong reaction in a body part that he wasn�t even close to touching.
�� In response all Hermione could do was
to let out a soft mew.�
Draco didn�t know if that was a �yes� or a �no� �matter of fact, neither
did Hermione- but nevertheless, he leaned in and captured her lips with his
own.� The kiss was chaste and tender at
first, like the one they had shared before.�
Draco wanted to leave her aching for more and it seemed to work, judging
by Hermione�s frustrated growl.� It came
to a point where she couldn�t take it anymore and started sweeping her tongue
over his bottom lip, begging for entrance.�
When Draco parted his lips, she pushed her tongue past the barrier of
his teeth and tentatively brushed her tongue against his.� He instantly reciprocated and took the
dominant role away from her.� He heard
Hermione whimper as he slowly started making love to her mouth.�
�� Draco urged her to lie back in her
chair, so she complied.� When she did so,
he placed his right leg to stand in between Hermione�s� and his left knee on
the chair next to her thigh; so he could get access to every part of her body.
While they were kissing, Hermione felt Malfoy snake his hand under her
shirt; caressing her stomach as it trailed upwards to cup her right breast
through the fabric of her bra.� Hermione
gasped at the intimate contact and a whole flash of uncertainties came flashing through her mind.�
What was Malfoy doing?�
Why was he doing it?�
And most importantly, what was he planning to do?�
But that same gasp suddenly turned into a soft mew when Draco�s thumb
started trailing circles around her sensitive nipple, which hardened on the
spot.� At the same time, he trailed from
her lips and moved to her neck.�
Gods, she didn�t even know that her skin was so sensitive there.� Her body was experiencing things it had never
felt before.� She had known that her body
could feel either healthy or sickness or pain.�
Before this, she had no idea that there actually was another end of the
spectrum: pleasure.��
Draco let his hand move from her breast and went to the waistband of her
pants.� He snaked his fingers inside her
knickers and past her muff of hair.�
Before Hermione even had time to object �which she surely would have,
due to the intimate place of his destination- he had found her clit and circled
it with his index finger.� In response,
Draco got a whole bunch of swearwords he had never though to hear from the Head
Girl.�
The good kind of swearing, mind you!�
Draco put a finger on either side of her clit and started making slow
circles.� He watched her face as she
seemed to be trying to find a way to do something with herself.� Her lips were swollen from their kissing and
her cheeks were flushed from arousal.�
She seemed so lost and confused, but loving every moment of it.� Draco felt completely in his element.� This was what he was talking about,
being in control.� He had this girl in
the palm of his hand, the same girl who had been controlling him for the
past month.� She was melting by the
softest of his touches.� Having this
amount of control over the Gryffindor goodie-goodie was incredibly arousing and
Draco�s rock-hard and swollen cock was a good evidence of that.�
She gasped when Draco slid a finger in her tight passage.� He moved it in a circular motion around her
inner walls, putting extra pressure on her sensitive upper wall.� Merlin, she was so tight.� Draco had this sudden urge so free himself
from his pants and sink deep inside of her, claiming her as his.� But this wasn�t about his primal urges, this
was about something else.� This was about
reclaiming something he had lost: his confidence.�
He snaked another finger inside of her and started pushing them in and
out, hitting her soft G-spot with every thrust.�
By now, her eyes were leaking with tears.� Draco relished this feeling of absolute
control; him fucking her with his fingers while his mind stayed relatively
unaffected.� He started picking up the
pace, slamming his fingers inside of her.�
The room was being filled with squishy noises and his fingers were
dripping with her juices.�
He pushed a third finger inside, stretching her.� Her swollen walls were hugging his fingers
and fitted like a glove.� Draco could feel
his finger coming in contact with a soft obstruction; her maidenhood.� Draco had never seen her date anyone from
school, but he supposed that she might have gotten it on with a couple of
Muggles during summer breaks.�
Apparently, that theory was false; she was still a virgin.� She let out pleasured moans and surprised
gasps as he continued fucking her with his hand.� She was holding the armrests as if she would
die if she were to let go, her knuckles white from clutching them so
tightly.� She was trembling violently by
now and Draco knew she was close to orgasm.�
He pulled his fingers out of her and rubbed his thumb over her
clit.� She broke apart on the spot.� She arced her back as she came, her face
contorted in both pleasure as surprise and her body shuddering with
release.� Draco believed that during
orgasm one could see the true essence of a person, the vulnerable part of
themselves they never showed anywhere else.�
Perhaps that was the reason why Draco himself had not slept with anyone
other than Pansy, because he didn�t trust anyone enough to see his true
self.� Not that he even fully trusted
Pansy, but it was the closest thing that had been available.� Moreover, the fact that he hadn�t felt any
real emotional attachment to her had also been a plus.� Draco kept drawing circles around Hermione�s
clit until he was sure she had come down from her orgasm and had started
breathing normally again.� He pulled his
hand out from under her knickers and leaned in to give her a chaste kiss on the
lips.�
When he leaned back from his kiss, Hermione did something Draco had not
been expecting.� If she were to give him
a reaction, he had expected it to be something in the lines of uttering
incoherent mumblings, or calling him worshipful terms, or even using swearwords
again.
But no.
Instead she started crying.
Draco�s triumphant smirk turned into a concerned frown.�
�What�s wrong?�� He asked as he
caressed her cheek in genuine concern, something that surprised even
himself.� �I didn�t hurt you, did I?�
Hermione shook her head in denial as she tried to stop the tears from
flowing.� She sat herself upright as she
buried her face in her hands in awkwardness.
�I�m sorry,� she sobbed embarrassedly.�
�I just...� I never knew it could
feel this way.��
�What?�� Draco asked.
In reply, Hermione sort of waved her hand up and down her body, while
not looking at him.
Draco frowned for a second before it dawned on him.
She had never had an orgasm before.��
He hadn�t even considered that.�
No wonder she had seemed so surprised by what his touches did to
her.�
Since he had been appointed Head Boy, Draco had started wanking twice
more often to relieve himself from the stress that
went along with the position.� Regarding
her studies, Granger pushed herself much further that Draco did.� No wonder she had burst out into tears, when
years of bottled up pressure were suddenly ejected out of her body.�
As Draco watched the usually proud and fearless Head Girl breaking apart
in front of him, he suddenly had a gnawing feeling in the pit of his
stomach.� Something he couldn�t quite
identify.�
If Hermione would have looked at Draco right now, she would have seen a
look in his eyes that mirrored an emotion that no one had ever seen there
before.
Guilt.
**********

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