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Change of Mind	By : hermyoneminusone Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 26841 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Hermione left her room, not really knowing where to go. She timidly paced the deserted hallways of the castle for a while, and decided to make her way to the Library.
She sat at a secluded desk, her mind too abuzz with thoughts to pick up a book and read. She had brought her bag with her, and she was pretending to work on an essay.
She kept glancing at the clock; half an hour had almost passed already, and she was beginning to feel the impatience beginning to trickle in. Where on earth did Draco run off to?
“Hermione?”
Hermione's head snapped up. Her heart sank. Ron stood before her with Harry by his side, both sporting their brooms and Quidditch gear.
“Um, hi, Ron... Harry,” She said as calmly as she could.
Ron smiled weakly. “Erm... Hermione... Harry and I... well Harry and I are worried about you.” He said, looking at her.
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
“You've been acting very strange lately, and you've been avoiding everyone.”
Hermione let out a huff. They were bothering her now to discuss that? She would have none of it. She opened her mouth to explain, but Ron continued.
“I know you told us that you were having lady problems – ” He flushed, “And Merlin knows that Harry and I don't want to hear anything about that because the whole thing with blood freaks us out, but – er we're not afraid of blood, just blood from that particular area, and – ”
“Ron, stop.” Hermione said, putting an end to his rambling. Ron shut his mouth, his face scarlet, while Harry looked at Hermione gratefully.
“I'm perfectly fine, you two." Hermione lied. "I've just been really focused on my studies, especially with our NEWTS coming up. Do you realize how much needs to be done to prepare for our exams?”
Harry saw that Ron was going to protest, so he quickly spoke out.
“We were just worried about you, is all. And we missed you too. We were wondering if you wanted to go and watch us practice a bit of Quidditch?” Harry suggested, smiling kindly.
Hermione reciprocated his smile, trying to find a good excuse to make them leave. She was quickly trying to come up with something when Draco's white blonde hair caught her eye.
“I – er – I would love to, but –” Hermione began, but stopped suddenly when Draco walked up to them. Oh boy.
“Granger, a word?” Draco said, irritation evident in his voice.
“Oi, can't you see she's talking to us, ferret?” Ron said, his voice rising.
Draco ignored him. He stared pointedly at Hermione.
She saw that he was serious. She turned to Harry and Ron.
“Just a minute, I'll take care of him,” She said in a low voice.
She got up and walked away from Harry and Ron, ensuring she was far enough so that they wouldn't be able to eavesdrop.
“What are they doing here?” Draco asked in a low voice, shooting a menacing glare over to the two Gryffindors.
Hermione sighed. “They found me in here. I didn't expect them to show up.”
“Unless you want to know what's happened, I'm leaving.” Draco said, his arms folded against his broad chest.
Hermione looked around nervously, thinking of something to do. “Meet me at the giant tapestry on the seventh floor. Go now, I can get out of this in a minute.”
“Alright,” Draco said, still looking annoyed. He turned around swiftly, and headed out of the Library.
Hermione returned to the two suspicious boys.
“What did he want?” Harry asked, his eyes narrowed.
“Nothing!” Hermione spat, feigning anger.
“Hermione are you alright? What did that prat say to you?!” Ron ground out, alarmed at Hermione's tiny outburst.
“Malfoy bothered me about Prefect duties just to be an arse! He's threatening to go to his Head of House unless I change the schedule. I need to sort this out right now."
She picked up her bag, and stuffed her papers in it.
“You two have fun playing Quidditch. I'll talk to you tomorrow.” She turned around, swiftly making her way out of the library without even waiting for an answer.
“See mate, told you she was still on her you-know-what.” Harry said, looking at the crest-fallen face of Ron.
“I suppose... I just don't understand why bleeding makes them so angry!” Ron exclaimed, kicking the leg of the table grumpily.
They made their way out of the library slowly.
“You would think they would want some attention, with all those horrible things happening down there...” Ron mumbled miserably.
~*~
All guilty feelings of ditching her friends were drowned once Hermione spotted Draco lurking in an alcove on the seventh floor.
“Hi.” She greeted awkwardly.
He looked up at her. “What was the purpose of meeting here?”
“I thought that we should meet somewhere private, so that you can tell me about all that's happened.”
Draco looked around the open hallway skeptically. “This isn't very private, Granger.”
“I know, I just wanted to meet you here so we can go to my room.”
“Your what?” Draco asked, caught by surprise.
“That's the only place we are really guaranteed privacy. If we go into a classroom, anybody could break one of our locking charms.”
“Yes, but what about your roommates?” Draco said, still uncertain about her idea.
“They aren't there, and besides, they kind of already know about you...” she trailed off, looking at the ground.
“Come again?" Draco asked, looking cross.
“I had to tell someone,” She said, looking at him sternly. “And they know to keep their mouths shut.”
“How do you know that?”
“I trust them.” Hermione said.
Draco glared. He didn't agree with her judgement, but he left it at that.
“Okay, so how am I exactly going to get inside? I think your housemates will notice me traipsing through your Common Room.”
“You really don't believe that I think things through, do you?” Hermione asked, a bit offended.
Draco stared at her.
“Well, I can cast a charm that temporarily changes your appearance. It's a mirage charm.”
“Lovely.” Draco said sarcastically.
Hermione smiled coldly, and made her way to Gryffindor Tower.
She became increasingly vigilant as they were approaching the Fat Lady, who was thankfully snoozing.
“The charm will last for about thirty seconds. Ready?” whispered Hermione.
Draco nodded.
Hermione concentrated, clearly creating the image of the girl in her mind.
“Mirare.” She said, waving her wand in a series of complex turns and twists.
When she opened her eyes, she was faced with a young Gryffindor girl.
“Okay, quickly,” she said.
They approached the groggy Fat Lady.
“Phoenix feather.” Hermione said to the portrait.
“Moozumsbosoms...” The Fat Lady mumbled sleepily, opening the door to the Common Room.
Hermione and Draco entered quickly, ignoring the few students mingling in the Common Room, and made their way up the girl's staircase. As soon as she shut her door, Draco's image wavered, as though he was in sweltering hot heat, and he turned back into himself.
“Tell me everything.” Hermione said breathlessly, sitting down on her bed.
“Gladly.” Draco replied, pulling out a chair.
~*~
“So it was Blaise?” Hermione repeated, attempting to convince herself once more.
Draco stared at her patiently, arms crossed.
“And you Obliviated him, just like that?” She asked in a small voice.
Draco uncrossed his arms and sat up in his chair. He had left out some of the minor details about his confrontation with Zabini (which included the use of an Unforgivable Curse), in Hermione's best interest.
“It was a small one,” He said, attempting to justify his actions.
Hermione nodded, staring off in front of her, thinking about what was to come. She shifted uncomfortably on her bed, not knowing what to say. His words had brought her immense relief, and they encouraged her to heed more caution in the future. They had both solved the puzzle, but, now what?
“Listen, Granger,” Draco began uncertainly. “I understand what happened with Zabini was quite traumatic on your part, and I'm letting you know that I won't let anything like that happen ever again.”
Hermione took a few seconds to allow what he said to permeate her mind. Was he implying that they would still continue seeing each other? Why did he sound so protective?
“And for the record, I do have your book.”
Hermione felt her heart swell at those words.
“Thank you, Draco. For everything.” She said after a few silent moments. “I never thought I would every be thanking you for anything in all my years at Hogwarts.” She admitted as an afterthought, laughing.
Draco scoffed. “You're telling me.” He shifted in his chair once more.
Hermione looked around her room, unsure of what to do. She was looking anywhere but Draco. She could feel his eyes on her. Why didn't he leave? He knew very well how to get out. Hermione glanced up to meet Draco's gaze, and she felt her cheeks burn as he stared right back at her.
Draco got up from his chair, and seated himself next to the brunette. He gently snaked his arm around her waist, and lowered his head to take her lips in a kiss. Hermione shut her eyes and sighed. The kiss was gentle and tender; it was quite unlike any of the others they had shared. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and allowed her body to relax against his.
“Mmm...” Draco began, his lips still locked to hers. He broke the kiss. “What about your roommates?”
“I think we can chance it,” Hermione said, slightly out of breath.
Draco grinned slyly.
“And besides...” Hermione continued. “If we got caught, I don't think they would mind seeing you in all your glory.” She smiled mischievously.
Draco laughed, but his voice was muffled by Hermione's lips on his once again.
He slowly began to unbutton her white blouse, making sure to gently brush his hands against her heated skin.
Draco broke their kiss, and began to work his way down her body with small licks and nips at her neck. Hermione flushed, biting her lip to prevent her little giggles from escaping; his bites were tickling her in the most pleasurable ways. He kissed his way down to her breasts, and took the time to unhook her bra and tug off her shirt.
“Merlin, Granger...” Draco mumbled, staring at the perky set of breasts that were laid out before him.
He cupped both of them in his hands; they were perfectly heavy and soft in his palms. He slowly massaged them; thoroughly enjoying their feel and the look on Hermione's flustered face. He released one from his grip, and promptly began to suck on it.
“Oh!” Hermione gasped, her back arching.
Draco smiled, her breast still attached to his mouth. Hermione began to squirm slightly under him.
Still massaging her breasts, he lifted himself forward to kiss her deeply.
“Do you like that, Granger?” He whispered into her ear seductively.
“Mmm... yes!” She responded breathlessly.
He smirked, and continued his journey down her body. He trailed kisses down her flat stomach, lingering right above her pubic bone.
He began to trace his finger up her knickers lazily, teasing her. Hermione tensed up, feeling the pleasure begin to pool in her core. After a few moments, he pushed aside the material to plunge his finger into her wet folds, slowly finding her entrance and sinking his digit in.
Hermione sucked in her breath and pushed her hips forwards, encouraging him to keep going.
He added in a second finger, feeling her slick walls stretching to accommodate the intrusion. He slowly traced circles around her clit, earning a delicious moan from the brunette. Her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing heavily, her back arching in rhythm with the blonde's fingering.
"God you're so good at that," Hermione gasped out, feeling her orgasm building up in the pit of her belly.
Draco felt his erection strain against his trousers; he had been repressing the urge to bury himself deep inside the Gryffindor, but he was finding it increasingly difficult to keep from pouncing on her. He withdrew his fingers suddenly and began to tug her knickers off, but Hermione's hand shot out to stop him.
“Let's switch places,” She said in a low voice, her face still flushed.
Draco complied, turning over so that he was lying on his back. Hermione straddled his thighs, and began to unbutton his blouse. She remembered what he had looked like under his clothes, and eagerly tugged off his shirt.
She took a minute to admire his wonderfully sculpted torso. It was just as glorious as she had remembered. She saw Draco's eyes following her own with satisfaction.
“Save it, Malfoy. We all know how beautiful you are,” She admitted sarcastically, running her hands over his abdominal muscles.
He smirked, enjoying the feel of her warm hands on him.
Hermione averted her attention south, and slowly began to unbuckle his black leather belt. She tugged down his trousers to reveal a pair of emerald green silk boxer briefs. Even in the heat of the moment, she couldn't help but snicker. Only Draco would be caught wearing such ridiculous undergarments.
“What?” He asked indignantly, his cheeks flushing pink.
“Oh, it's nothing, really...” Hermione said, stroking his thighs slowly. “I just find your choice of underwear rather... cute.” She bit her lip from laughing again.
Draco frowned. Nobody made fun of his underwear. Not even the half-naked beauty straddling him. However, all indignant thoughts left his mind as Hermione began to stroke his hard member through his briefs. He shut his eyes in pleasure. She pulled off his silky-soft briefs, revealing his engorged cock.
She ran her hands along his thighs once more, and when she heard an impatient little grunt from Draco, she took it as her queue to begin. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, and slowly began stroking him, her hand moving from his shaft all the way to the tip. She quickened her pace and squeezed him, relishing the little groans of pleasure coming from the blonde.
Still pumping her hand up and down his erect cock, Hermione moved down her bed so that she was straddling his ankles. Slowly – and rather tensely, she licked her way up his length, lingering at the weeping tip. She swirled her tongue around his pink head, then engulfed it in her hot mouth in one swift motion. She felt Draco buck beneath her, and encouraged by his reaction, she began to suck on his head eagerly.
“Fuck, Granger!” Draco gasped, caught off-guard by her quick pace.
Hermione took as much of him as she could, massaging him with her tongue. Draco couldn't help but thrust into her mouth as she sucked him so expertly, still pumping her hand up and down the base of his shaft.
"Granger… the last thing I want you to do is stop, but if you keep going…" Draco ground out as he felt his release building up in his shaft.
Hermione looked up at Draco and released his cock with a soft pop. She hastily tugged off her soaked knickers, her core aching to be filled. Draco raised himself to a sitting position so that his back leaned against the headboard of the bed. Hermione crawled up his legs, and positioned her entrance right at his cock.
There was a fleeting moment when their eyes met, but all was lost when she slowly lowered herself onto him. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and he snaked his arms around her waist. Ever so slowly, she lifted herself up, and slammed herself back down on his cock. She gasped at the intense sensation, picking up a slow, steady rhythm.
Draco kissed her neck as she continued her pace, running his hands along her back. Hermione rolled her hips with each plunge she took, whimpering at the incredible feeling.
“Just like that,” Draco breathed into her ear, meeting her with every thrust.
He gently nibbled at her earlobe, trailing small bites down her jaw. He brought his lips to hers once more for another tender kiss. Their kiss was so full of want, and need. He did not know such a thing could exist in a kiss. He pulled his lips away from hers, breathing in deeply.
Hermione looked into Draco's eyes through heavy lids. His orbs were so dark with desire, it ran a delicious shiver down her spine. She felt so close to release, but kept her steady pace.
Draco slipped a hand in between them, tracing circles around Hermione's engorged clit. She arched her back into him, crushing her breasts onto his chest.
Her pace lessened, but Draco's pace quickened. He thrust forcefully into her, intent on making her body quake in ecstasy. Hermione let out little whimpers and moans as she felt her orgasm sensually crawl through her body.
“Please, keep going,” She groaned, bouncing with every thrust.
Draco did not intend on stopping. He pumped into her until he felt her orgasm take her. Hermione shut her eyes in bliss; her toes curled as she trembled fiercely. She couldn't help but cry out as each surge of her orgasm took her to a higher level of pleasure each time. She faintly heard Draco growling as he struggled to continue thrusting into her, but all sounds were drowned out with the final wave of her climax.
“Oh my God,” She breathed out, her head spinning.
Draco let out a low chuckle, and began slowly thrusting once more, so close to his own release.
Hermione knew he was almost there. She sucked at the sensitive flesh of his neck, scraping her nails along his muscular back. Draco groaned at the sensation; she really knew how to get him going. She slowly rolled her hips over him, coaxing out his release.
“Oh... Hermione...” Draco moaned as he bucked beneath her, seeing stars as hot jets of his release erupted into her depths. After a few marvelous moments, he slumped under her, completely spent.
Hermione heard Draco's ragged breath as she rest her head on his shoulder. She felt his sticky skin on hers, and she felt the rise and fall of his abdomen.
Draco wrapped his arms around the witch atop him, holding her close. He pulled out of her, groaning quietly as he did so. He let go of their embrace, allowing Hermione to crawl beside him, pulling her covers over her nude body. She offered her blanket to Draco, unsure if he would take it or not. He seemed to ponder her offering for a second, and he accepted.
Hermione pulled herself closer to him, and after a while, she wordlessly fell into a calm slumber.
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