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Tussle	By : Ravengirl7 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 31449 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hermione was relaxing in a corner of the Gryffindor Common room. It was early March, but winter still held a tenacious grasp on the countryside. Hermione had finished all of her school related reading for the day and was relaxing with a novel. A familiar voice interrupted her thoughts.

� �Mione?�

She lifted her gaze from the pages and saw Ron standing beside her. His hands were in his pockets and his shoulders were hunched. His lower lip was pink from where he had been gnawing on it. Hermione sighed and closed her book.

�What is it Ronald?�

�Can I� erm� sit?�

Hermione gestured and he perched next to her.

�Look, I�m not�� Ron stumbled over his words. �I�m just trying to say that I�m� sorry.�

Hermione met his eyes; her gaze was steely. She wasn�t going to let him off easy.

�What are you sorry for?�

Ron swallowed. �A lot of things, but it all pretty much boils down to� I�m sorry for being a total idiot. I understand if you�re still angry with me but, I don�t want to fight anymore.� He remained silent for a moment.

�I miss you,� he admitted quietly.

Hermione sighed. To be honest, her anger had drastically diminished since the end of October when their quarrel began.

�Ron, I don�t know. You really hurt me.�

He looked down. �I know. I just didn�t know what to do. I�ve never felt, I mean�I just didn�t want the same thing that you wanted Hermione. I know I didn�t handle it well and� I�m no good at this.�

He seemed to have a moment of clarity. �It�s like, if I gave you what you wanted it would have been worse because it wouldn�t have been real, right?� He looked at her, hoping she understood.

Hermione rested her chin in her hand. She did understand and, it did make sense even if she didn�t like it. Ron�s direct approach to things did sometimes have advantages.

�That didn�t mean you had to snog another girl in front of me,� she murmured.

�It just happened,� Ron said, turning pink.

There was a silence.

�I feel like McLaggen was my fault,� Ron finally said.

�What?�

�Well, would you have taken him to the party if you hadn�t been angry with me?�

Hermione frowned. Ron continued,

�And then he wouldn�t have gotten so angry at you for �leading him on� and he wouldn�t have��

Ron�s hand clenched into a fist in his lap. Hermione slowly placed her hand on his.

�McLaggen wasn�t your fault,� she said calmly.

�All the same,� Ron said darkly, �I�d like to shake the hand of the bloke who hexed him.�

Hermione laughed, knowing Ron certainly would not. Ron smiled.

�Was it someone you maybe� know?� He said hesitantly.

Hermione bit her lip.

�Look,� Ron said, �It�s just good to know there�s someone else watching out for you. Even if you won�t tell us who he is.�

Hermione blushed and Ron rolled his eyes.

Lavender had Double Divination and so Hermione and Ron decided it would be a good idea to have some lunch. It would set the gossips back to talking about them but things returning to normal wouldn�t be news for long. As Hermione headed off to Arithmancy, Ron gave her a parting hug. Her skin tingled at the contact and Hermione wondered if there would ever come a time when her lingering attraction to her friend would cease.

***

Later that night, Harry sighed as he put the Marauder�s map away. He was having no luck at all finding out whom Hermione was seeing. All she ever did was go to class, sit in the library, and go on patrol with Malfoy. Maybe she was using some kind of spell to disguise who it was. At the moment, she and Malfoy seemed to be checking the Astronomy Tower for students. Harry hadn�t yet discovered any magic that could fool the map, but if someone could come up with a way, it would be Hermione.

It had been amusing at first, but now Hermione�s �secret bloke� was starting to worry Harry. It wasn�t like �Mione to keep secrets, especially from both him and Ron.

Ron was snoring in his bed. He and Lavender hadn�t been getting along so well recently and so he was spending more time in their room. Ron and Hermione were actually starting to be civil to one another, which made Lavender even more irritable. Harry just wished that it hadn�t taken that fiasco with McLaggen for the two of them to make up.

Harry blew out the candle on his nightstand and settled in to sleep.

***

�Why the devil to people always want to snog up here? It�s freezing!� Draco grumbled. He and Hermione had just finished shooing a pair of students back to their dormitory and were double-checking for any other stragglers.

�Most of the Prefects and Professors are too lazy to climb all the way up here,� Hermione responded, checking the last corner of the tower. She paused to peer over the side and immediately closed her eyes wishing she hadn�t. Hermione hated heights; it was the main reason why she couldn�t tolerate flying.

She stepped back and walked with Draco back to the trap door that led into the castle. She slipped her hand through the ring and tugged. The door wouldn�t budge.

�Let me try,� Draco mumbled impatiently, but he couldn�t move it either. They heard laughter on the other side of the door. Draco preformed a revealing spell.

�Lovely,� he muttered. �Apparently the little idiots we just told to go back to bed have locked the door from the other side. Ten points from Ravenclaw!� he added loudly. There was simply the sound of more laughter and footsteps scurrying down the stairs.

�Can you reverse the spell?� Hermione asked urgently.

�Not from this side of the door,� he grumbled.

Hermione saw he was right and felt her heartbeat quicken. She had stopped taking Astronomy after fifth year to stay away from this place. The thought of being trapped up here�

�Oh dear,� she said weakly.

�What is it?� Draco asked. A moment later realization dawned on his face. �Oh that�s right, you�re afraid of heights,� he said with a slightly amused smile.

�It�s not that!� she said quickly, �It�s just� cold up here and I�m not dressed warmly.�

�Ah,� Draco said with a smirk. �Then you wouldn�t have a problem with me summoning my broom and flying us down.�

�Summon your broom?� Hermione said quietly, �Maybe that isn�t such a good idea.�

�Would you rather wait here until Professor Sinistra�s class tomorrow?� Malfoy flicked his wand and held his hand out expectantly.

�No,� Hermione muttered. It was going to be fine. She had flown before, and once it was on a Thestral that she couldn�t even see. There was something she didn�t trust about brooms. It was logical that a large winged animal could keep you in the air but a little stick of wood? It just never seemed safe.

She swallowed heavily as the Nimbus sailed over the wall and into Draco�s hand.

�Alright,� he said as he threw a leg comfortably over, �Get on.�

Hermione summoned her courage and sat behind him. She wrapped her arms around his chest. He kicked off sending them a couple feet into the air. Hermione whimpered and closed her eyes.

�I�m going to fall off I�m going to fall off I�m going to fall off�� she chanted in a panicky voice.

�No you won�t,� he said.

Hermione just made a miserable noise in response. Draco sighed.

�Do you want to ride in front?�

Hermione nodded. He lowered them back to the ground and sat her sideways in front of him. She wrapped her arms back around him. Wrapping one arm around her back, Draco held on to the broom with the other and kicked off again.

He angled the broom out the window and urged it out into the open air. Hermione wailed in terror, squirming as close to him as she possibly could.

Draco loved flying. If it were just him, he would have gone into a dive to feel the wind rushing around him. Since he had resigned from the Slytherin Quiddich team, he hadn�t been doing nearly enough flying.

Instead of going into an exhilarating swoop, he slowly sailed toward the ground. Hermione�s face was buried in his robe and it seemed she couldn�t help mumbling to herself.

�It�s alright, I�m alright, it�s not that high-�

�I don�t know Granger, it is pretty far up��

�Ohhh!�

He laughed softly. They were descending as gently as possible, slowly circling the castle to the ground. This was going to take a while. Draco tightened his arm around her. His hand slipped into her robe and gently started to rub her belly.

�You concentrate on flying!� She barked.

�Granger, a sparrow could out fly us we�re going so slowly� I could bring us down faster?�

�No! I would just prefer it if you kept your mind on your broom!�

Draco rolled his eyes. �I�ve been flying since before you knew you were a witch. Just relax.�

He let his hand resume its caresses. He slid it up under her jumper to touch her bare skin. She gasped, �You�re fingers are freezing!�

Her skin was almost hot to the touch. He slid his cool fingers up to her breast and brushed them against the sensitive skin there. Her death grip on his robes seemed to relax slightly. He slid his hand under her bra and cupped her. He squeezed her gently, feeling her nipple harden against his palm. She moaned gently pressing herself close to him.

It was a dark night, so Draco doubted that anyone who happened to be glancing out the window at this hour would notice the broom and its passengers. He sighed as Granger�s bottom pressed between his legs. Luckily, it didn�t take much concentration to fly a broom steadily in a slow spiral.

He moved his fingers over her nipple, rubbing it with his thumb. Hermione gave a little cry as he pinched it. Too bad he had to keep his eyes where they were going, otherwise he would have tugged her shirt up to use his mouth on her.

They were getting closer to the ground now, so Draco allowed his hand to slip down into the waistband of her skirt. Clinging to him a little tighter, she tentatively spread her legs wide enough for him to gain access. He wasn�t surprised to find her already damp with desire. He moved his fingers slowly and firmly between her thighs. Hermione groaned, her eyes now closed with pleasure instead of terror.

They were now only about ten feet from the ground. Draco halted the broom close enough to the castle wall so that there was no way they could bee seen from the windows. He engaged the broom�s hover charm so it would stay in place as his hand snuck in the leg hole of her knickers. He took his other hand from the broom and slid it up under her sweater.

Hermione nuzzled his neck. Never in a million years would she have believed it if someone had told her she would be having an erotic experience in mid air. She purposefully didn�t look at the ground, instead she looked up into Draco�s eyes. He bent his head to kiss her and she opened her mouth to accept his skilled tongue. There had been nights where he kissed her until her jaw ached but she never tired of it.

His fingers were teasing her entrance; she whimpered and grabbed the broom with one hand to keep her balance while she spread her legs a little further. He slid two of his fingers inside of her, his other arm around her back to hold her steady. He tugged her underwear down her thighs partway and began to maneuver his hand so that he could quickly pump in and out of her. Hermione moaned trying to inch closer to him. She lifted a leg slowly and turned so that she was straddling the broom facing him, her knickers fluttering to the ground unnoticed in the process. Tucking his free hand under her bottom, Draco lifted her so that her thighs rested on top of his.

She wanted to be closer to him. After that terrifying flight, he felt safe and steady. She glanced at the ground and her stomach turned slightly.

�It�s alright,� he purred in her ear, �I won�t let you fall.�

Hermione was filled with a need to reciprocate. Her hand slid down between them to free his erection and Draco hissed softly as she caressed him. They were so close together he could feel the heat from her sex against his shaft. He didn�t know if he could bear it. She moved forward and he nearly sobbed as her damp slit brushed up against his shaft. His hand gripped her hip.

�Hermione,� he growled warningly.

She muffled a moan in his shoulder. There was a strong ache low in her belly. His frustrated growl made her body scream for him. �I want to,� she said.

Startled at the confession, he looked into her eyes; they were dark with passion. Her legs wrapped around his waist and placing her hands on his shoulders to lift herself up. Draco wanted to be sure this was what she wanted but his brain fought against anything that might dislodge the willing girl in his lap. One hand remained on her hip; the other gripped the broom behind him to hold them steady.

Brimming with need, Hermione reached down to hold him as she lowered herself. Her body was ready for him and he slid in relatively easily. Hermione gasped; there was an intense feeling of discomfort as her body adjusted to the intrusion. Draco leaned in to kiss her and she clung to him her body shaking slightly as gravity helped her sink down onto him.

Draco struggled to keep still. The last thing he wanted was for her to become frightened and stop. Her center wrapped around him so tight he could hardly hold off his orgasm.

His hand tightened on the broom and he nearly laughed. Most blokes had to think about silly things like Quiddich statistics to keep from finishing too quickly. He, on the other hand, had to concentrate on keeping them from tumbling from the broomstick into the snowdrift below. That was distraction enough to keep him from losing control.
Despite the discomfort, Hermione�s body still hummed with desire. Using her thighs, she slowly lifted and lowered herself causing them both to moan. She kept her body close to his, the friction of his clothing against her clit alleviating the ache inside. She bit her lip and began to increase the pace. They kissed deeply, Draco�s hips beginning to move along with hers.

Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly and she gave a small cry with each movement. She took him in fully and began to rock her hips back and forth. Her legs squeezed together as the throbbing sensation between them reached its peak. She cried his name as she lost control. Her muscles inside tightened, sending him spiraling after her.

She squealed as the broom suddenly dropped a couple feet before halting again as he cried out, the fingers on his free and digging into her. He exhaled wearily as they drifted more slowly to the ground. He touched down, but remained standing for only a moment before toppling sideways into the snow, brining Hermione down with him.

They lay together panting for a moment, still entangled. Hermione�s eyes flicked up to meet his. His face cracked into a smile and they laughed shakily. She shivered slightly; a bit of snow had fallen down the back of her robe. Draco lifted himself from her and she made a disappointed sound at their separation. He pulled her to her feet and picked up his broom.

�I think we ought to have a bath,� he murmured, tucking his arm around her shoulders.

�Mmhmm,� she nodded as they trudged to the nearest door, the snow shifting to cover their tracks behind them.

***

In the large Prefect�s bath, Hermione and Draco luxuriated in the hot water. Hermione leaned back against his lithe body, extremely contented.

�Do you feel alright?� He asked quietly.

�A little sore,� she admitted, �but it�s not so terrible.�

He nibbled her neck lightly, �Poor thing, should I kiss it better?�

She laughed, twisting away slightly, �Oh I don�t think I could bear it!�

There was a comfortable silence as they relaxed together.

�I�m not sure what came over me,� she murmured sleepily, �but I�m glad it did.�

Draco sighed happily.

Hermione lifted herself from the tub yawning. She felt like she could curl up and sleep for a year. There was a splash as Draco pulled himself out. He grabbed a towel and started to dry her gently.

She leaned in and he bent to kiss her slowly. He pulled away after a minute and handed her a bathrobe.

�We ought to get to bed.� He said.

Hermione nodded and gathered her clothes. Draco left the bathroom first, nodding to her that the hallway was clear. Their common rooms were in opposite directions.

�Goodnight,� Hermione said sleepily.

� �Night,� he replied affectionately.

Grinning, Hermione made her way back to Gryffindor Tower.

***

Two days later Madam Pomfrey was digging through the cupboard for any lingering Pepper Up Potions. Not too long before breakfast, Mr. Malfoy had trudged into the infirmary with a dreadful head cold. A few hours later Miss Granger stopped by, the poor girl was ill as well.

They were locked outside a few nights ago and now and had caught a chill. They were both fast asleep; breathing out of their mouths, they were so congested. Since it was the end of the cold season, she was short on remedies. Ah well, a day or two of rest would set them to rights. No doubt, the infirmary would be more restful than their dorms. Poppy went into her office to write notes to their heads of houses.

After she left, Draco cracked an eye open.

�You awake?� he said groggily.

Hermione grumbled and peeked out from under the blanket. Draco�s nose was completely red and used tissue was scattered all over his covers. He wriggled his eyebrows at her. �Alone at last.�

Hermione laughed, but then started coughing instead.

�Please, if we snogged we would suffocate,� she said with a smile.

He smirked and flicked one of his dirty tissues at her.

�Oh that�s disgusting!�

When Poppy returned, the Slytherin and Gryffindor were flinging used tissue at each other. She shook her head and sighed. Even sick they couldn�t leave each other in peace.
AN: Who knew having a cold could be such good inspiration? Hope you enjoyed!
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