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Lessons and Obsessions	By : LennaNightrunner Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 84546 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CHAPTER ELEVEN: MAGNETISM

He had meant to ignore her for a few days. He had meant to
give them both time to cool off. He had meant to
distance himself from her. But then he could smell her in the corridor and he missed touching her already and he
wanted to play.

This was not a good sign.

Hermione was almost unfazed when he grabbed her from behind
and pushed her up against the stone wall. This had practically become a routine
with him. She sighed in resignation and supposed she wouldn�t be getting to
study in the library after all. Secretly, she was pleased. She had been afraid
that he had had enough of her, at least for now. Had it really only been earlier
that day that he had left her so coldly in the Room of Requirement?

And then there had been the conversation with Ginny which
had caused her to sleep away the afternoon in solitude. Ginny had forced
Hermione to confront a lot about their relationship that she had been avoiding.
How long would he still want her? Could he ever feel anything more? And somehow
she still couldn�t shake the paranoid fear that this might just be a game.

Her insecurities were forgotten as he pressed his body
against hers.

�I promised I wouldn�t forget about you,� he said huskily as
his lips crashed into hers. Her head hit the stone behind her and she winced,
but his hand slipped over her hair and soothed the hurt. She wanted to lose
herself in his kiss, to forget how guilty Ginny had made her feel, how
frightened she was that she might be falling in love with him, knowing he would
never love her back. A pathetic part of her didn�t care if he loved her as long
as she could be with him like this.

Draco kissed her savagely, grinding his hips into hers,
trying to remind himself that he was here to make her come, not himself. One hand
was lost in her hair and the other was braced against the cold stone wall,
helping both of them stay up. His tongue fought with hers for control and she
quickly relinquished it to him. He shivered as she submitted.

Hermione struggled to keep up with Malfoy�s
ferocity, clinging to his robes and complimenting the movements of his lips and
tongue in a dance where he was clearly the leader. After a few moments,
however, she became aware of where they were and reluctantly broke away from
the kiss, whispering, �What if someone sees?�

Draco rolled his eyes and licked his kiss-swollen lips. He
idly moved the hand that was in her hair so that he could slide it beneath the
blouse she was wearing with a pair of denim muggle
trousers. �It�s Saturday.�

Hermione panted, trying to keep quiet as his hand slid over
her unpadded bra. She fought with herself about whether or not she cared how
exposed they were. This was already so difficult with only one person knowing
about them. If someone caught them like this� �Someone
could still walk by.�

�Then we�ll have to be quick, won�t we?� was Draco�s ready
reply as he smirked wickedly and pinched her left nipple through the fabric. If
they were caught, that useless contract would be broken. So what? She would
come to him willingly now. What did it matter if people knew? But she would be
angry�. Better to try to speed this up, just in case.

Hermione jerked involuntarily and bit her lip as Malfoy moved his mouth to her neck. Half of her was
terrified, the other half electrified at the idea of being caught like this.
The dull ache between her legs was being replaced with warmth and her clit seemed
to be protesting that it hadn�t gotten any attention the previous night. Every
kiss and nip at the tender skin of her neck drove her fears further from her
mind, but not completely away.

Draco unbuttoned and unzipped Granger�s trousers and slipped
his hand beneath the waistband of her knickers, very content to find her warm
and wet in anticipation. He wanted to pull the confining clothing down so that
his hand could move more freely, but even he didn�t want to tempt Fate to that
degree. His wrists were strong; he could manage. He wasted no time and began to
run his middle finger repeatedly over her clit, drawing wetness up from her
opening to make the hard pebble of flesh slick with her arousal. He moved his
head away from her neck and watched her reactions. She wore the most amazing
expression as his finger slid over her, then she hid
her face against his shoulder.

Hermione wanted to moan so badly, but she was afraid someone
might hear, so she moved her face closer to Malfoy�s
neck and sucked gently to muffle the noise, savoring the taste of his skin and
the way he smelled. She was pleasantly surprised when he increased the speed of
his finger on her clit in response. She bit gently on his neck to keep from
moaning.

He could feel her getting close already and the way she was
biting his neck made him want to speed up even more, but she wasn�t going to
get away this easily. He slowed his pace and began to move his finger around
her labia and circle her clit teasingly. She gasped in frustration and sucked
on his neck in an effort to coax him to give her what she wanted.

�What�s wrong, love?� he teased, and that spot in her chest
ached almost as badly as her clit.

�Please�� she whispered against his neck. She had to brace
her hands on his hips to hold herself up.

�Please what?� he feigned ignorance, dipping his finger
inside her drenched opening now, but not deeply enough to satisfy.

�You know what I want,� Hermione whimpered impatiently,
trying to move her hips in such a way that his fingers would graze her clit.

�Maybe,� Draco smirked and whispered hotly in her ear. �Why
don�t you tell me?�

The anticipation was unbearable, and Hermione was worried
that at any moment they would hear footsteps and she�d be deprived of the thing
she wanted most in the world. She felt like she would fall apart if she didn�t
come soon.

�Well?� Draco drawled as his finger circled close to her
clit again.

�Make me come, you son of a bitch!� Hermione growled and dug
her fingernails into his hips through his robes.

Draco nearly laughed in his delight, but he obliged,
stroking his middle finger roughly over Granger�s clit and letting his left
hand pinch each of her nipples in turn beneath her blouse. She writhed beneath
his touch and latched her mouth onto his neck again, kissing, licking, sucking,
biting to her heart�s content to keep from moaning.

He stroked her harder and faster until she came, gasping
against his neck, her whole body quivering against his.
He had to wrap his left arm around her waist to hold her up, and she bit so
hard into his neck that he was certain she had drawn blood. But he had made her
come, as he had said he would.

Hermione wilted in his arms, utterly sated, finally letting
go of his neck. Ouch, maybe she ought to offer to heal that mark for him. She thought
that she might let him hold her there for a while, but then she heard footsteps
approaching. Mortified, she quickly attempted to compose herself.

Draco rallied instantly. He hoisted Granger up into his arms
without warning and carried her dramatically as if she were about to faint. The
maker of the footsteps turned out to be a girl, maybe in second or third year.
Draco smiled mischievously at her as she approached. She looked utterly
confused and perhaps a bit frightened.

�Hospital Wing,� he said to the girl as if it explained
everything. �She�ll be all right.�

Hermione smiled shyly and, catching on to
Draco�s ruse, tried to look as if she had just had a fainting spell. She
also hoped that the girl would not notice that her jeans were unzipped. The
last thing she needed was for it to be known that the Head Girl was messing
about in the corridors, let alone with Draco Malfoy.

Draco began to carry Granger away towards the Hospital Wing,
and as soon as the girl was gone, he set her down and they both had a laugh.
Granger�s lips and cheeks were still flushed from her orgasm, and Draco had to
exercise a significant amount of willpower to keep his distance.

Hermione zipped up her jeans and fixed her blouse, blushing
a bit. �That was close�.�

�But you liked it,� observed Draco as he rubbed his neck
gingerly.

�Do you think she saw?� Hermione asked nervously as she
leaned against the wall. Her knees still felt weak. She slid down the stone
wall to sit against it.

�If she did, I hope she learned something,� he replied with
a grin, sitting next to her against the wall.

�Draco!� Hermione scolded him playfully, but his expression
instantly grew dark.

�Not here,� his voice was full of cold warning.

Hermione berated herself internally. Anyone might hear her! Why
couldn�t she stop calling him that? �Of course�.�

�Did you make it back all right?� Draco asked
conversationally, as if nothing had happened.

�Sort of,� Hermione grimaced. She paused. �Ginny knows.�

�The Weasley
girl?�

Hermione nodded and looked down.

Draco was a bit put out. �I thought you didn�t want anyone
to know. You�re the one who insisted��

�I know.� Hermione cut him off and looked down again.

�Then why�?� Draco asked, confused and more than a little
annoyed.

�She guessed. Maybe I was acting strangely because we�� she
swallowed, not wanting to get into this. �She won�t tell anyone.�

Draco paused, thinking. She was obviously more upset about
this than he was. He was mostly irritated because she had been the first one to
break the rule that she had insisted on so strongly. He could care less who
knew at this point. But if more people found out, she might not want to see him
anymore. So he had to keep maintaining the secret: he wasn�t done with her yet.

�We�ll just have to be more careful from now on.� He stood
and offered her his hand reflexively.

Hermione hesitated and looked up at Malfoy
before taking his hand. �From now on�? What did that
mean? For how long? She did not answer him.

�Did you leave a mark?� Draco let go of her hand.

�What?� Hermione was shaken from her thoughts.

�A mark.� He pointed at his neck.

Hermione blushed at the angry red wound her teeth had caused.
�Sorry��

�Don�t be sorry,� Draco chided with a suggestive glint in
his eye. �Just fix it. It�s almost dinnertime.�

�Right!� Hermione drew her wand out
of her back pocket and performed a simple healing spell on Malfoy�s
neck. The mark faded to a pale, almost unnoticeable pink.

Draco felt his neck carefully. It was still a bit tender,
but the healing was more than adequate. He nodded his thanks to Granger. �Dinner, then.�

�Yes,� Hermione replied awkwardly, remembering the last
dinner she�d had. And because she didn�t know what to do, she glanced at him
one more time and walked off towards the Great Hall without another word. It
wasn�t as if they could walk in to dinner together, after all.

Draco was left standing in the corridor, wondering what would
have happened if they had walked into the Great Hall together. If, Merlin
forbid, they had dared to sit at the same table and shared a meal as they�d
done the previous night. It was unthinkable.

Yet he wanted to do it. Not because he loved her or even wanted
to be near her or anything so trite as that. But just
to see what would happen. Just to fuck things up. In the same way that he had
flaunted his own allegiance to the Dark Lord in front of Albus
Dumbledore, he also wanted to flaunt this other, very different indiscretion.
He wanted to kiss, touch, even fuck his brilliant little Mudblood
right in front of people like his father, even in front of the Dark Lord
himself, and damn the consequences. It was stupid and sick, but he was so tired
of their perceptions, their expectations. It would be so easy to destroy them. He
wasn�t ashamed of his choices.

But she was. He would tell the entire school tomorrow just
to watch the mayhem that would ensue, but she� she was afraid. Ashamed. And that bothered him. A Mudblood,
a disgraceful muggle-born, useless in the eyes of
everyone he respected, was ashamed of him.
He, the last son of a noble Pureblood line.

When they were younger, he had tried to force her to see how
low she was, and in so doing, he had proved himself to be beneath her. She was
ashamed of him, and of herself. What would they say if they knew she had thrown
herself into the arms of their worst enemy? What would Harry Potter say? She,
with all of her Gryffindor courage, was too afraid to find out. She was a
choice he had made and he did not regret her.

Did she regret him?

He supposed it didn�t matter. She could see it however she
wanted to see it. She could hide. She could even make him hide with her. And he
would keep the secret, so he could keep seeing her. He certainly wasn�t sick of
her yet. She could pretend all she wanted, but she was his and his alone in the
dark where nobody could see.

*****

He was staring at her. Hermione had to try very hard not to
return his gaze. Surely someone would see! But only Ginny seemed to notice. She
placed her hand gently on Hermione�s shoulder and guided the conversation
towards the day�s lessons.

Draco smirked as Granger forced herself to look away. He
resumed eating his dinner with an air of nonchalance that seemed to annoy her
from across the room. Hey, he never said he would do this exactly how she wanted.

*****

This was insane. It had to stop! The Weasley
girl knew. If they weren�t careful, others would find out soon enough. He
needed to get a hold of himself. She was just a witch. Just a
good shag. He�d had her, all of her, finally, and he wanted more. But
this was ridiculous!

The sex was good and she�d deserved to come. So he�d sought
her out and made it happen. That wasn�t so out of line, even if they might have
been caught. And then that evening, after dinner, she had confronted him
because of his staring. No one had noticed! But she was right. And he had apologized
wordlessly (though perhaps not very sincerely) in an empty classroom for an
hour and a half until she had insisted that someone would find them and that
she needed to finish her assignments.

The next day he had caught her after lessons and dragged her
into a closet for half an hour before dinner. Two days later he had found her
in the library and insisted on her spending a few quality hours in the Room of
Requirement with him. When they were done, she had scolded him for not giving
her enough time to do her assignments, but had allowed him to kiss her
goodnight. He could tell she was getting frustrated with his persistence, but
she never resisted.

It had to stop. This wasn�t like him. She was going to get
the wrong idea about his attachment to her. He had to prove that he could stay
away from her for more than twelve hours. She was just another witch. Just a good shag, just a fun toy to distract him from the
seriously fucked-up state of his life and the wizarding
world.

A week. He could go a week. She
needed time to catch up on her work. So did he, or
he�d never pass his NEWTs and then he�d be truly fucked. It was ridiculous to
see her every day. Next Saturday. He could have her all day if he wanted, if he
would just wait until next Saturday. What could be easier? She agreed.

And it had been working, too. Six days. He had made it six
days without touching her. And it really hadn�t been that bad. Maybe he didn�t
need her quite so much as he thought. Maybe he was tiring of her. Good. Maybe
it would be over soon. Good riddance. He could finally get on with his life,
and so could she. It would be a relief.

But he would still see her on Saturday. Just to check.

Six days. And then he crumbled. He saw her at dinner and she
was beautiful and the magical image of the sky was dark and full of rain above
them and the castle was cold and the food on his plate was not enough to
satisfy him.

Damn it all. Where was his broom?

*****

A/N: Well, there�s chapter eleven, finally! Sorry it took so
long! There was an annoying combination of work, social life, writer�s block,
and generally feeling crappy that tripped up my writing last week. But now I�ve
got chapter eleven done and a respectable start to chapter twelve! Thanks again
so much for all of the reading/rating/reviewing, etc!
It really means a lot to me and keeps me motivated. Hope you�re still enjoying
the story!

Dreamweaver�Thanks! I strive for realism so that�s a huge
compliment to me. I�m glad that you liked Hermione�s interaction with Ginny: I
agree that Hermione really needs a friend, and Ginny is the right person for
the job. But you�re right also that Hermione does need to confront what she�s
doing and maybe someone else knowing is the only way for her to do that. Thanks
again for all of the amazing and consistent feedback!

ilke�Hi! I wasn�t sure what to expect until I wrote it, and even
then I wasn�t so sure. My Draco is very unpredictable, and sometimes he does
things I don�t expect him to do. I would have liked to have that peaceful
morning after moment of lying in bed, but it just didn�t seem right for their
relationship. At least not yet. You�re right: Hermione
needs to understand that this isn�t a normal relationship and that Draco isn�t
her boyfriend. I�m glad you liked the talk with Ginny. I had dialog sketched
out over a month ago because I thought it would be so crucial to Hermione�s character
development. Now that you�ve seen how she acted around him later, what do you
think? It was kind of touchy with both of them feeling so strange, but I couldn�t
think what would work better.

Coipje�Good! Yay!

Cathartes�Yeah, I�m not sure
Hermione knows what�s good for her. Glad you liked it in spite of the realism lol and thanks for the compliment!

kasfeist�No prob! Sorry this update took
so long! It is definitely easy to become emotionally attached and I think
Hermione is feeling that keenly. But there is some hope now,
I think you�ll see, that Draco might somehow feel something in return. I�m
trying to toughen her up a bit so that she can hold her own against him if
necessary. I certainly don�t want to crush her! I�m not sure I can promise a
completely happy ending, but I�m definitely not looking to turn Hermione into a
woman scorned and Draco into a heartless bastard. They�re both more human than
that.

LunaSeay�I know exactly how you
feel. I really want things to turn out well. But you�re right: this is Dramione, so nothing is ever that simple. I think you�re
right about how Hermione feels and probably about how Draco feels to some
extent. It�s definitely not going to be a smooth path to happiness, as you say,
but that doesn�t mean everything is going to end horribly with Hermione crushed
and Draco bitter and coldhearted. That�s just too simple for these two
characters. Even I�m not sure exactly where it�s headed yet, but I promise to
try to do both of them justice and give them a chance at something special
before it�s over!
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