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The Dating Game	By : saritat9 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 10150 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Dating Game

Chapter 10: Innocense is fragile
This was going rather well.

The film was enjoyable but he had not been able to give it all of his attention. When Draco had asked about Scarlett's first marriage, he really had been confused about what was going on in the film. He suspected his questions had been rather stupid, but if they had been, Hermione had not shown it. She seemed to enjoy explaining the film to him.

Instead of actually watching the film, he had watched Hermione as much as possible, looking at her bare legs, her heaving chest and the changing expressions on her concentrated face as she watched the hopeless love story unfold before her.

Hermione had said he had come around. The thought alone warmed his neglected heart.

The problem was the film was going to end soon. He knew that from glancing at the numbers appearing in her apparatus that showed how long the film had been playing. No! He was not ready to leave yet. He knew it was almost midnight but the night was young, he was in no hurry and there was nowhere else he would rather be. And it was Friday, no work tomorrow for Hermione, either.

Hermione sighed and she had tears in her eyes. The film was over, Rhett had gone not giving a damn.

"Are you alright?" Draco asked carefully.

"Yes.Of course. I...that ending...it's just so sad. But in a good way."

"They never got each other then?"

"Well, the writer never intended them to, but someone else wrote a sequel to it, decades later. In the book, they finally ended up together."

"That's comforting, no?"

"Yea." she smiled, "I know it's silly to cry over that. I'm being such a girl."

"Nothing wrong with being a girl. Listen, Hermione...are you feeling tired yet?"

Hermione looked at him, puzzled.

"No, not really. And I can sleep later tomorrow. What do you have in mind?"

Draco told himself silently not to answer that question truthfully, at least not with the whole truth and nothing but.

"Maybe we could watch that other film too...if you're not too tired or don't have other, ummmm, plans."

Stupid. What other plans would she have at this hour on a Friday night. Think before you talk Draco, think!

Draco reconsidered the situation for awhile.

Stupid! What plans wouldn't a desirable woman have at midnight on a Friday night? Hermione just couldn't include the man of her dreams in them as Potter wasn't available.

No. Do not go there.

"Sure! I wanted to watch it anyway, either with you or by myself. On the meantime, do you want another butterbeer, a sandwich, anything?

Draco wanted anything and everything, but went with butterbeer.

= = =

Oh sweet Merlin. Oh dear oh dear.

Hermione didn't think she had ever been as red in her whole life.

Such an innocent conversation, really. One friend to another.

The woman in the film had asked her best friend, the man, whether or not guys liked oral sex better than intercourse. With more or less four minutes to the movie.

Damn you, Charlie! I will so get you for this!!

Her mind was filled with pleasurable images of actually doing that to someone, of doing that to the man sitting next to her, and then the embarrassment of remembering she had never tried that. She had never even seen a penis live before, and he had probably been satisfied with countless women. Male slag!

She didn't blame Draco, not really. It wasn't his fault that she had no experience whatsoever and that he was a handsome man women drooled over.

Including her.

Merlin!

= = =

The relief of getting to spend another 90 minutes with Hermione almost started to subside as his jaw fell open in awe. He turned to look at Hermione who had her eyes glued to the television, blushing.

She was so pretty when she was flushed. He wanted to see if the movie had made her blush anywhere else.

He forced his eyes back on the screen where the conversation had finally ended and things were safe again, for now...

= = =

Hermione knew she would've liked the film a lot were she watching it alone, but on the current circumstances she couldn't concentrate in it at all.

There wasn't really that much sexual innuendo in the film after the first shock. It was more a refreshingly quirky film than an erotic or sexually charged one, but she felt like she could've died at the point of the film where the woman next door told the man, Joe, that her boyfriend did indeed have a limp dick, but that he gave the best head ever.

So much for relaxing, ever again.

Charles Whitmore, I'm going to kill you.

I hope you know that.

= = =

Hermione looked like she wanted to hide under a rock.

Basically, this was his chance. This should've been his chance. Yet she seemed a nervous wreck and he did not feel much better himself.

And curse the irony of it all when it finally came clear that the man in the film had been as blind about his best friend, Lucy, as he Draco, had been about Hermione.

He wanted to lean in and kiss her.

Could he?

Would she reject him? Would he be ruining their friendship, the only bond he had with her? His only assurance of seeing her?

He couldn't.

He could never risk losing her. Without her there'd be nothing worth while left of him.

Stupid!

Coward!

A stupid coward!

As soon as the end credits started rolling, he stood up.

"It's really late and I have a thing tomorrow morning, so I bid you goodnight, Hermione. We have to do this again, soon! "

He retreated out of her front door before she had time to say anything else than,

"But- -"

= = =

What had just happened? Why did he leave so abruptly? Did she do something wrong? Hermione squeezed her hands together, feeling upset. She had hoped for a good night kiss or at least a peck on the cheek!

No matter how uncomfortable she had felt during the second film, she would rather have felt uncomfortable with him than be abandoned by him, and confused.

"I'm going to die alone..." she thought miserably, "but at least I'm taking Charlie with me!"

= = =

What the hell was he doing? Did he just run away from a desirable woman? A possibly willing woman? Because he was scared, no less!

This could not be tolerated! This was not how Draco Malfoy acted. Draco Malfoy would kiss her into such a daze that she could not even remember her own name. When he'd have her compliant and submissive, he'd kiss her more.

He was Draco Malfoy, damn it!

Before his reason or his insecurities had the chance to resurface, he turned around and walked briskly to Hermione's front door, and knocked sharply.

Hermione opened the door hesitantly, and Draco invited himself in.

"You forgot something?" she asked, still obviously hurt by his sudden departure just a moment ago.

"In a manner of speaking, yes."

Draco grabbed her shoulders and leaned in to finally kiss her.

= = =

Hermione was in shock. Hot lips. Hot male lips on hers. Her mind couldn't digest the fact that Draco Malfoy was kissing her. Her eyes closed inevitably, her heart was beating to the point of making her dizzy.

The kiss was fierce, almost brutal. Hermione thought hazily that she had never been kissed before, not the way it counted. Draco's hands started to roam her body, caressing her back and sneaking under her sweater and cupping her breasts on top of her bra while his tongue explored the inside of her mouth.

Hermione felt the desire twisting into knots inside her as Draco took her full lower lip between his teeth and sucked gently. Moisture started to gather between her legs and she could not stop her instinct from closing them and squeezing them together. Draco would not have it; his hand sneaked down between her closed thighs and nudged her folds gently, asking for entrance.

Hermione was ready to faint. This was Draco, the Very Experienced Draco Malfoy going further with her body than anybody ever had save for herself, moving his fingers between her drenched thighs. She was somehow embarrassed, she knew the way her body was reacting to him was normal but she still felt self-conscious about the wetness and of the smell of her arousal.

Draco seemed to sense some of her insecurities (although not the extent of them) as he hushed her soothingly.

"Relax Hermione. You're amazing. Let me make you feel good."

He brushed her face and then added darkly,

"Better than anyone else ever has."

Hermione wanted to tell him that he had already achieved that, but she couldn't as her mouth was covered by his again as he continued his seductive assault on her lips. All thoughts slipped away from her head, and had she been able to think at all, she would have realized she rather liked the feeling of not being able to think, being able to let go.

His hands tugged her knickers down impatiently as he simultaneously steered her over to the sofa. Perhaps not the best choice for their first encounter, but good enough, he thought.

When he had her sitting -or rather leaning- down on the sofa, he looked into her vulnerable, needy eyes and whispered

"I'll make you scream my name."

Lust unlike any she had ever suspected to even exist coursed through her. She was past telling him to wait, past being afraid she wasn't attractive enough, past worrying over her inexperience.

Draco raised the hem of her pleated Gryffindor skirt and looked at her as if she was everything he had ever wanted and as if the secret of the whole universe was under her skirt. Then he dove in.

Hermione wriggled and giggled as his tongue tickled the inside of her thigh, and then the other before coming very near the apex. His hands had found their way under her skirt too, and she gasped as he parted her lips to get a better access to her pearly nub and her already slick entrance. Draco lapped her slit agonizingly slow, up and down, and she grasped the sofa with her fingers. Nothing had ever felt like this. This was...this was...

= = =

Hermione tasted delicious. And Draco loved eating pussy. He loved the taste, the feel, the sounds a woman made when she was nearing her climax and was finally pushed over it...by him.

From the sounds Hermione was making he would have thought he was the first to go down on her unless he knew better. Maybe he was just the best, he almost grinned while sucking her clit. She moaned and groaned, squeezing his head between her thighs, obviously too lost in pleasure to worry about inadvertently hurting him. Draco could feel his heart -as well as his erection- swell with pride. He had to really restrain himself from flipping her over and pushing into her rough and hard. He wanted to be inside her, he wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. He wanted to own her, to mark her, to stake his claim. He nipped her inner thigh with his thumb and index finger, leaving a little bruise while using his other hand to thrust three fingers into her. She yelped, starting to convulse around his fingers.

Fuck, she was tight. He could hardly wait to be sheathed inside her.

Wait.

Something was wrong. He had somehow hurt her, he knew it. Her eyes were filled with tears as she struggled for breath, her face contorted.

"Hermione?? Hermione! Was I too rough? I'm sorry I didn't mean- -"

= = =

She didn't reply.

She could not form a word; she was barely able to form a thought.

Sharp pain down there, mingled with intense pleasure. Both given to her by him. She could feel herself contracting around his long, invading fingers.

Slowly she started to come to her senses, feeling mortified. And pained.

"Hermione? Hermione please talk to me! I'm so sorry love." he stroked her thigh intimately; gently.

"I'm...I'm alright. I think you should...go."

= = =

Draco looked at her, stunned. Had he hurt her that bad? He had never, ever hurt a girl during sex, not with his fingers and not with his erection, as blessed as he was on that department. Why would he start with her? With someone he was serious about?

He had, and she wanted him gone.

"I really didn't mean to hurt you Hermione!" he tried to reassure her, pleadingly.

Hermione just nodded, evading his eyes.

"Okay, I'll go...I'll floo tomorrow? To see that you're better?"

Hermione tried to smile.

"I'll be alright. Bye now, Draco."

Somehow he had messed up again. And this time it was even worse. He had to make it up to her.

And as much as he loathed the idea, he had a nagging suspicion that Charles Whitmore was the only one who could set this straight.

= = =

Hermione felt sore and melancholy. Even her treacherous body did not let her forget she had just probably lost her virginity to Draco. Or, to be precise, to his forceful, probing fingers. She groaned out loud.

She had lost her virginity to the only man she wanted, but the circumstances had been far from perfect. A part of her was scared to even consider ever trying again because of the pain and the other part was afraid that Draco would never want her again after this.

Even Crookshanks seemed to be staring at her contemptuously and with pity.

"What do you know! You're a cat!"

Life was hell.
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