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Mudblood Fever and Lingerie	By : Tnteacups Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 36612 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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No Names

Draco sat at breakfast, glaring at his toast, as he spread marmalade across it angrily, trying to put his dream from his mind. It’d been even worse than what had actually happened. He’d been shagging Granger, and his parents walked in. Pandemonium had ensued, all while he was starkers, people yelling, throwing insults, and pulling wands.
He felt as though he might as well have stayed up all night, for all the rest he got. He couldn’t look at Granger, for fear of seeing the same hatred she’d had in the dream. He couldn’t join his friends’ conversations, having no energy to even tease passing first years.
“Draco, Granger’s looking at you.” Goyle’s whispered voice had his head whipping up, looking toward Gryffindor table. She had her face buried in a book, one arm poised just beyond it, fork in hand, food going cold as she read. She was still on the book he’d recommended, which made his heart pound to see her reading. He glared over at Goyle’s smirking face.
“She’s got her nose buried in a book, Goyle.” He said, as though speaking to a six-year-old.
“But you looked.” He seemed amused, teasing his friend. Malfoy ignored him, taking a bite of his toast, and wondering if he could convince Madam Pomfrey to give him some sleeping draught.
“You were saying her name in your sleep. Except not ‘Granger’. You said ‘Hermione’.” Goyle seemed all too willing to rib Draco into hexing him.
“Maybe I was dreaming about hexing her.” He waved it off, hoping Goyle dropped it. He seemed content for the moment with that answer and went back to his porridge, as Draco continued chewing his toast, keeping his eyes firmly at his own table.

Hermione went through her classes in a haze of notes, and homework, her mind only half-focused on her studies as she tried to forget the previous night. “It didn’t even happen.” She kept telling herself, trying to convince herself that it hadn’t been nearly as good as she’d thought, all the tension and frustration making it seem better than it could have been.
She found herself dying to tell someone, mostly Ginny. But she kept her mouth closed tightly, only answering direct questions that were put to her. Her brain was buzzing with the details of his chest, the way he moved, the way he tasted. She’d managed to hide the bruises from her roommates, dressing too quickly for them to get a good look at the marks. Both Parvati and Lavender had complimented her cute new knickers, and she didn’t want to give them something else to ask about.
“You seem kinda out of it Hermione.” Ginny prodded her after three days of her zombie-like responses, cornering her in the common room Thursday evening.
“I’m fine. Just thinking a bit.” It wasn’t a lie. Her chest burned with the need to tell Ginny what had happened.
“You’re not. You’ve been pretending to read that same book all week. You should’ve finished it days ago.” Ginny was too perceptive. Hermione sighed, and tried, unsuccessfully, to push the image of tousled platinum hair from her mind. What if she told Ginny, without telling her?
“I… Can’t talk about it here.” Hermione said, eyeing the other Gryffindors surrounding them. Ron and Harry were only a few feet away, playing wizard’s chess.
“I could take a trip to the dormitory.” Ginny replied easily, grinning, and standing immediately. Hermione stood, and made her way to the stairs, followed by Ginny as she made her way to the room. Lavender had been sitting on Ron when they’d left, and Parvati had been doing homework, so the room was empty.
“Muffliato.” Hermione muttered after locking the door, and sat next to Ginny on her own bed.
“That bad?” Ginny asked, eyeing the locked door, and noting Hermione’s spell.
“Well… I’m not sure,” Hermione hedged, deciding not to mention Malfoy in any way, other than an abstract boy. “I… was with a boy the other night…”
“Who?” Ginny asked immediately, making Hermione cringe.
“I can’t say,” she replied, feeling low for withholding information. “But it’s better for everyone if he stays unnamed.” Ginny nodded, accepting the answer.
“Was he good?” She asked, making Hermione grin.
“The best,” she answered honestly, letting it come back to her, full force. “He was sexy, and knew what he was doing.” She said, making a face, thinking of how easily he’d gone down on her, and stroked her to orgasm.
“Ooh.” She had Ginny’s total attention.
“I honestly can’t imagine better sex.” Hermione blushed, thinking of how he’d made her thoughts disappear, leaving only the feel and taste of him. With him, it’d been a whole other game.
“That’s good!” Ginny said, clapping her on the arm.
“That’s what I’m not so sure about,” Hermione said, feeling morose. “It was a fluke. It’s never going to happen again, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. On the one hand, the sex was terrific, on the other…”
“You can’t even tell me who it was…” Ginny filled in, her face falling. “I can see your dilemma.”
“Yeah. I liked it, but… I’ve been worried all week about anyone finding out.” Hermione fell backward, her head bouncing on her bed as she lay down.
“Jeez. It wasn’t Ron, was it?” Ginny asked, knowing about their previous encounters. Hermione had snuck out of Ginny’s room at the Burrow a few times to have them over summer break.
“No. And that somehow makes me feel even worse!” She exclaimed, closing her eyes. “Especially because he outshined Ron in every way, once the kissing started.”
“That’s harsh.” Ginny laughed, seeming to find her brother’s inadequacy funny.
“I’m serious, Ginny, I may be going mad over this,” Hermione whined, feeling very unlike herself. “I can’t even concentrate on reading, or studying. All I can think about is what I’m going to do about him.”
“Well, can’t you just ask him for another go?” Ginny said, sagely. “If he’s just as good the second time, you may want to worry, then.”
“What? Why?” Hermione looked at her friend, confused.
“Because any guy who’s that perfect in bed, has GOT to be your imagination,” Ginny said easily, shrugging. “He can’t keep up that kind of performance all the time, can he?” Hermione laughed at Ginny’s reasoning, imagining walking up to Malfoy and ‘asking him for another go’.
“I’ll think about that.” She promised, and the two girls fell into an amused silence.
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