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Say Please	By : ColdWaterFairy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 28207 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Thanks to my beta mamacita. It was great meeting you.
Hermione hadn't spoken a word to Draco in two days. When he forced her to acknowledge him she refused to make eye contact and shrugged at whatever he said. At first he had been amused; yesterday he had been annoyed, and today he was angry. The anger was mixed with a heady dose of guilt. It wasn't like he was unused to the feelings of guilt; no, it was more that he didn't like feeling guilty about hurting Granger. Part of him was hopeful that the reason she was hurt was because she might be starting to have feelings towards him. She was quick to disabuse him of that thought. She told him she was hurt because he had proven her right.

"I'm hurt because I'm so disappointed, Draco. I really thought you would prove me wrong about my judgments. For all your spouting off about me not knowing you, you've gone and proven me right. Just go away, Draco." When he pointed out that she hadn't been too disappointed in him to watch, she shrugged.

"You know my inquisitive nature. I was curious to know if the rumors I heard at Hogwarts were true. One was, but the second clearly wasn't. She totally faked it." With that parting shot she spun around and ignored him. He exited the room before she could see how angry and ashamed she'd made him feel.

He was just wondering what the first rumor could have been, as he finished breakfast, when he heard a tapping at the window. He opened the window and retrieved the letter from a waiting owl. Seeing that it was from his mother, he tossed it aside. He wasn't in the mood to deal with her right now. He returned to the kitchen and picked up the Prophet. He had been reading the paper every morning for some time now. He quickly scanned the headline and glanced at the accompanying photograph before making his way to his bedroom. Hermione didn't look up when he entered, but she did when he slapped the paper against the canvas of her painting.

Draco watched as her faced softened from the glare she'd worn when he came in and her eyes grew misty. She walked towards him and reached up to trace the photograph with her fingertips. "Read it to me, Draco." It never occurred to him to deny her in retaliation.

The story of her disappearance had broken and stated that it was she had most likely been taken by the same person or persons who were kidnapping other young witches. There were thinly veiled innuendos about how the Ministry couldn't do its job and how heartbroken both Potter and Weasley were, the article touching on her romance with Ron. The writer made it sound like she was already dead.

She was quiet after Draco finished reading. Then she said, "They look tired, don't they?" He knew she didn't expect an answer, so he didn't respond. He had never seen her look so sad. The fight seemed to have gone out of her. He wanted to comfort her, to tell her that Potter and Weasley could take care of themselves.

"Maybe you should just take me to Harry. You're not likely to find out who cursed me and even less likely to find the counter-spell to the one that landed me in this predicament."

"You don't know that," he told her stubbornly. Draco was beginning to panic slightly. She can't leave. Who would I have to talk to? How would I keep the days of monotonous nothingness from returning? Stupid, stupid idiot, he berated himself. You just had to go fuck it up by trying to make Granger jealous and angry .

He zoned out for a few moments, and when he next looked up Hermione was staring at him curiously. He didn't know that his anger, panic, and desperation all showed on his face as he felt each emotion. He twitched nervously. He needed to come up with an excuse to keep her here with him, and quickly.

"What happened a couple of days ago just proves we're on the right track—"

"No, what it proves is that I never should have asked you to investigate in the first place. It was selfish of me. I've been working this case for months and I didn't want someone else to solve it. You could have been seriously hurt and it would have been all my fault!"

It was then that it became clear to him why she'd reacted the why she had the day he was hurt. "It wasn't your fault I got hurt, Granger. I got careless and paid the price; it had nothing to do with you."

"What if the person recognized you, Draco? What if they were to come here? No, it's not safe for you to keep me here any longer; you should take me to Harry."

He had to keep her there with him. His words came out in a rush. "It's been days since the incident and no one has tried to break in or even stopped by. I won't go investigating again, but give me a few days to seriously research a counter-spell."

Hermione was about to protest but stopped. She felt a tug of recognition. Maybe he was as lonely as she was, and perhaps he wanted—and possibly needed—her company. Of course she knew he would be too proud to admit it. "Okay, we'll wait a few more days."

Draco sighed with relief. He glanced at his watch and smiled. "There's an EastEnders marathon today. Interested?"
Ginny was busy burning owled letters that held request for interviews while keeping a surreptitious eye on Harry and Ron, both of whom were sitting on the couch, one looking dejected and the other furious. She had to barricade the door with every spell she knew and hide their wands to keep them inside the house. They both needed sleep desperately, not to mention Harry needed to calm down. He wanted to march over to the Ministry and yell at someone for leaking news that he had known would eventually come out.

Ginny got up and retrieved the latest owl's missive, another fake condolence letter. These letters made her even angrier than the requests for interviews. Hermione was not dead, yet people were acting as if she was. It was enough to have Ginny seeing red. She muttered under her breath and went into the kitchen. Since neither of the boys was going to rest willing, she would just have to resort to underhanded tactics. She started combining the ingredients for pumpkin bread; emptying a vial of sleeping potion into the bowl, she poured the batter into a pan.

Noise from the front room caught her attention. She walked into the room drying her hands on a towel and watched in amusement as Harry and Ron tried to sneak out. "Even if you did manage to remove all that stuff, did you really think I wouldn't have warded the door and windows as well?"

Harry had the decency to look sheepish and Ron just looked annoyed. "You can't keep us here, Ginny. Where's my wand?"

She shrugged her indifference and headed back into the kitchen. The boys eventually realized the futility of trying to get out and followed her. Ginny watched as they devoured the bread and smirked as they both gazed at each other.

"I'm starting to feel very tired," Harry said.

Ron turned hazy, accusing eyes on her. "You put something in the food."

"How else was I going to get you two to actually sleep?" she asked. She didn't get a reply as both of them had slumped forward, fast asleep. Sighing, she moved them to their beds. After making herself some tea she sat down on the couch and flipped through the rest of the day's paper. She paused upon seeing the face of Draco Malfoy looking over his shoulder before disappearing into the entrance of Knockturn Alley. Well, well, isn't that interesting. The article mentioned his return to the wizarding world and made innuendos about what possible business he could have in Knockturn Alley.

Ginny couldn't care less what the article said; it was the picture that held her attention. Draco had grown into his pointy features and she couldn't help catching her breath at the sight of him. She couldn't wait to show Hermione and see what her reaction would be. They use laugh over boys late at night in Hermione's flat before Ginny moved out to live with Harry.

Hermione had once said, "Malfoy could have been hot if he wasn't such a foul human being. Once he stopped slicking his hair back he was almost tolerable." Ginny had laughed and teased her before admitting she'd had the same thought. Ginny felt an ache in her chest at the thought of Hermione and the possibility that they would never share another silly conversation. She crawled into bed beside Harry after taking off his shoes, settled her back to his front, and draped his arm around her.
Hermione felt like she was on fire. Shifting restlessly, she sought relief. Her hands sought purchase and found it in the coverlet below. Her hip pushed against air. She heard a masculine chuckle and opened her eyes. He was propped up on his elbow, looking down at her. He brought his hand up to cup her breast. She couldn't stop herself from panting. He let his hand trail down her stomach and it came to rest between her thighs.

"Tell me what you want me to do, Hermione," he said against her neck.

Hermione was barely coherent. "You know."

"No I don't, you need to tell me."

She groaned her frustration and embarrassment. "I want—I want you—I want you to touch me there."

He smiled. "Now I know where to touch, but what am I to touch you with?"

Hermione knew what she wanted him to do, but she couldn't say the words. The fear of losing control, of being reject, had her staying mum. "I promise I'll make it good for you, you only have to tell me how. Don't be afraid of what you want. There's no shame."

He had never spoken to her like this before. He'd always been gentle but was never one to push her to explore once she showed reluctance. "Your mouth," she said, and hid her face in her hands. The thought of him actually touching her was both exhilarating and excruciating.

He shifted so that his body covered hers. "You're so beautiful."

He moved down her body, pausing to pay homage to the dips of her belly button and hips. She wanted to feel the sweet abandon of giving in to her passion, but she couldn't let go of the reasons that she shouldn't. She ceased to think altogether when she felt his tongue give her a tentative swipe.

"You think too much."

She couldn't agree more, and so she stopped analyzing all the reasons she shouldn't let him touch her like he was. He positioned his shoulders between her legs to spread them and she obliged. His left hand came up to rest on her stomach. he licked again at the folds of her sex, causing her to arch her back. His hand gently pushed her back down. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of his tongue flicking her clit before he took it into his mouth.

Oh, she couldn't breathe. The panting was back and all she wanted to do was grind against his mouth. He kissed the inside of her thigh as he pushed two fingers into her wet passage. She needed his tongue to just—

"Nuh, please—" The rhythm of his tongue on her clit in tandem with his fingers thrusting in and out of her was driving her to the brink of sanity. The feeling was so intense she didn't know whether to push him away or hold him in place. The choice was made for her when her muscles locked and she came.

It was the most one of the most intense feelings Hermione had ever felt. She couldn't help but cry out. When she looked down her eyes didn't meet the familiar blue she expected, but grey.

Hermione came awake with a startled jerk and gasped. She brought her hand up to brush the hair out of her face. She went to stand up but stumbled a little. She moved to sit in the chair.

"Bad dream?" Draco asked, sitting up in bed.

She didn't know how to respond. She could feel the wetness between her legs and pressed her knees together, willing her body to behave. All she wanted to do was touch herself and recapture that amazing pressure she'd felt in her dream. She licked her lips. "Yeah," she said noncommittally.

Draco waited to see if she felt like talking about it. When she didn't say anything he slipped back down in the bed. She didn't look like she'd had a nightmare. Her hands shook but her face showed incredulity and confusion. He almost wanted to laugh at her but then she looked at him and he felt a shock of awareness. She darted her eyes away a moment later and shifted positions. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. She'd done the same thing the other night. He turned on his side and grinned into his pillow.
Harry awoke hours later, his thoughts whirling. He had to get the Ministry and double-check his hunch. How could he have been so stupid as to overlook it? Gently shifting Ginny off his chest, he paused long enough to tuck her in and kiss her cheek.
A/N: I'm back from Seattle baring a chapter. People had a strong reaction to the last chapter, as to be expected. I appreciate those who left me a review good or bad.

So Willow's side kick will be unmasked in the next chapter or so. Any guesses?
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