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Hermione Reparo	By : Kit_Stella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 20417 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 12: Miss me?
Before long, it was the evening of the winter formal and the girls were getting ready in their room. Lavender was still tiptoeing around Hermione, not sure yet how open she could be about her current relationship with her friend’s ex. Ginny was all over the place working on makeup and glamouring spells whilst squeezing into her skin tight tube green dress. It was very flattering and she knew it. Hermione had settled for a short cream-coloured dress Ginny made her buy on their shopping trip that very afternoon. The neckline was quite high up, and it was mostly backless. The way it hugged her body left little to the imagination but Ginny had assured her that it was decent but sexy enough to get some action if that was what she was going for.
“Are you sure, Ginny?” Hermione asked her friend about her dress as the redhead had started pulling together her messy locks into a beautiful bun.
“Of course silly, you look amazing in that!”
“But, I can’t wear a bra in this dress…” Hermione said as she looked down, trying to figure out if her dress was at all transparent.
“That’s the whole point.” Ginny replied, “Men will be flocking to you. It’s about time you realized you’re a sexy bitch.” She added while tugging on her hair lightly.
“Thanks…I think.” Hermione replied, half-heartedly. She wasn’t quite sure she was keen on men flocking to her. She was more interested in a single man and hadn’t seen him or had any news from him in a while.
“I know that look, ‘Mione.” Ginny said as she sat next to Hermione, handing her one of her silver and white shoes (seemed fitting for a winter formal). “Just try and have a good time with us, let loose a bit.”
Hermione looked at her friend and put on her second shoe:
“You’re right, you know. I’m ready for some fun I think.” She said, trying to convince herself as she applied her dark red lipstick.
“Yay!” Cried Ginny “Now c’mon ladies, let’s go and party!” She hooked her arm into Hermione’s as Lavender caught hold of her other arm, and they went down to the common room. Both Lavender and Ginny went straight towards Ron and Harry leaving Hermione behind. She looked around and noticed Seamus and a sixth year she barely knew also just about ready to leave. She walked over to them and said:
“Hi.”
Both men jumped as if they were hiding something. Seamus quickly recovered and took a long look at Hermione, from her face, down to her shoes and back up, taking his time.
“Wow, Hermione, hi! You’re looking delicious.” He said with a grin. His friend just nodded and stared at her breasts. Great, she thought to herself. How am I supposed to deal with this all evening?
“What are you guys up to…” she said, trying to get the younger boys attention away from her dress as she arched an eyebrow at him. She then turned to the other. “You’re not planning to blow anything up tonight, Seamus?” she asked her friend.
“Not at all, no! Can you keep a secret?” he said as he leaned in closer, lifting his jacket slightly, showing Hermione a bottle of elven rum in his pocket. “We’re gonna spike the pumpkin juice tonight.” He added devilishly.
“Give me that.” Hermione said and his face fell.
“Hermione, c’mon.” He said as he handed the bottle over to her, looking over at his friend, clearly thinking he was in trouble with the Head Girl.
Instead of answering, she unscrewed the bottle top, took a sniff and then brought it to her mouth. She took three big gulps and handed the bottle back to a shocked-looking Seamus and his grinning friend. Hell, if she was supposed to let loose, that bottle seemed to be a good place to start.
“Thanks.” She said as she walked away towards the great hall.
When she arrived, she was amazed at the transformation the decorating committee had achieved since the day before. The ceiling was enchanted to look like it was snowing. Except for the fact that the room was nice and warm, and instead of being white, the snowflakes were like colourful little lights falling from the sky. The tables had been pushed against the walls and were full of yummy Christmassy treats. There were snowflakes everywhere as well as mistletoe and red, white and silver ribbons decorating the room. Hermione saw a Hufflepuff in the far corner with what seemed to be a muggle DJ-type music station. Ron, who had followed in shortly behind her, went straight over to the Hufflepuff with the large earphones.
“Did you see that?” Lavender said to Ginny, Hermione overheard “He didn’t even look at the food?”
She laughed to herself.
“That’s a first.” Ginny said and then grabbed Harry’s hand as she forced him onto the dancefloor. He wasn’t a big fan of dancing, but he was a big fan of Ginny’s. It was sweet how he made an effort for her. Hermione looked at the pair with envy. Not that she was jealous of Ginny but she longed for the same kind of relationship…and she kind of hoped it could be with a certain blond Slytherin.
Ginny beckoned her over and they all started dancing together. Before long, they were a whole group of them having fun on the dancefloor.
Some time later, she went to get a drink and noticed the sixth year who’d been with Seamus before hanging near a bowl of pumpkin juice. She pointed at the drink and asked:
“Is this the one?”
He nodded and she helped herself to another spiked drink. She had already started feeling the effect of the rum she had in the Gryffindor common room and was really starting to have a good time and feel light headed. If only, she didn’t have a constant nagging in the back of her mind reminding her how much she wanted Draco to be here. She was standing next to the dance floor swaying her hips lightly to the music whilst watching her friends. Ron came towards her with a glass of pumpkin juice for himself and a second one Hermione expected was for Lavender. She wondered if he knew the drinks were spiked and pondered on telling him or not.
“Having fun there, ‘Mione?” he said with a big smile on his face.
“Yeah, the party is going well.” Hermione replied half-heartedly. If only a certain someone were there, she thought to herself.
“Um, so, just to make it clear with you-” he started getting red in the face.
“I know about you and Lav’ Ron, don’t worry.” Hermione said looking him straight in the eye. “It was bound to happen after what you explained to me, so I mean, I was expecting it.”
“I really don’t want to hurt your feelings, and when you came to the formal alone, I mean, I hope you don’t still-”
Hermione did not like what Ron was insinuating. Of all the nerve.
“Did it ever cross your mind that maybe the person I wanted to come with simply wasn’t around?”
“Um, well, no but who would that be…”
“I don’t know, maybe…Draco.” She didn’t know why she told Ron his name, but something in the tone he had used with her just before made her want to upset him.
She could practically see the wheels turning in his mind when finally;
“MALFOY?” Ron practically shouted.
“And what if it was?” Hermione replied to him defiantly. “Everyone’s noticed how he’s changed and so why would it be so unimaginable for me to enjoy the company of that wizard”. Hermione was getting into an alcohol-induced frustration-fuelled fury.
“Hermione, he’s a death eater for crying out loud!” Ron said, practically shouting at his friend. People were starting to stare at the pair.
“Well you’re doing it with a werewolf, where’s the problem if I wanted to shag a Death Eater?” Hermione said defiantly no longer controlling the volume of her voice.
“I’m sorry, what?” came a deep all-too-recognizable voice from behind her.
Hermione felt her cheeks heat up as she shut her eyes in embarrassment. She slowly turned around to see Draco Malfoy staring down at her. He was very close. Close enough that she felt the warmth of his breath on her, with a hint of firewhiskey and mint.
“Um, nothing, what Ronald and I were saying was-”
“I heard…”
“Draco” she started as she raised a hand to push his chest away. He was very close. Dangerously close.
“Mmmhmmm?” he said in his deepest voice, taking hold of her hand on his chest and laying his other hand on her hip.
He started moving to the music, pushing Hermione to sway with him.
“Dance” he commanded. There was something about being told what to do that was really quite pleasant to her. It had started in the way he spoke to her in the library when she confronted him and something about it felt so good. He twirled her around so her back was to his front. Everyone and everything seemed to disappear around her as she danced with Draco for what seemed like forever. The feeling of being in his arms was like ecstasy. He seemed to know exactly how she felt and what she needed because for the first time since they last parted she was feeling so relaxed. She even caught herself laughing with him. He was a sensual yet fun dancer, who definitely knew his moves. Finally, when the song switched to something a bit more upbeat Hermione turned to a grinning Draco looking down at her.
“Miss me?” he asked.
“No.” she replied defiantly. Of course she did, but she wasn’t about ready to admit it to him. She disliked his cockiness; or at least pretended to do so. And she mainly wanted him to pay for not being around these past weeks.
“I missed you.” He whispered in her ear huskily.
Wow, now there’s something her body reacted to. His proximity and the tone of his voice got her feeling hot and ready for more. She didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol, some of which he had had also so it seemed.
Hermione chanced a glance around them and first of all noticed a grinning Ginny looking at them whilst whispering something to Harry. In the meantime, Ron was just staring at them stupidly as was Lavender. It seemed like the whole school was on hold watching the pair. Hermione started feeling self-conscious.
She cleared her throat and said:
“Would you mind, stepping out for a bit?” she didn’t like how her voice cracked, showing her discomfort in the present situation, with all eyes on her.
Draco scanned the people around them and nodded once gesturing for her to lead the way towards the door. He lifted his hand to her back and his touch against her bare skin caused her soon to be covered in goosebumps. Oh dear, she thought, how much more of this can I take?
Once they were in the corridor, Hermione didn’t know what to say. She had thought about and planned out their discussion a million times during his absence but now, she couldn’t think of a single thing to say.
Draco cut the silence.
“Soooo, I’m a Death Eater, am I?” he looked at her dead seriously.
Hermione turned bright red. Oh no, he’s upset.
“No, of course not. That’s not what I meant. Ronald was annoying me and he called you that and-”
“I don’t care.” Draco interrupted.
“You don’t?” Hermione said.
“No, I couldn’t care less what the Weasel thinks of me.”
“Oh.” Hermione replied.
“You on the other hand. Well, your opinion I find interesting.” Draco said whilst looking at his perfectly manicured hand, picking at an imaginary piece of lint from his sleeve. “Especially when the subject of who you want to shag comes up.” He added as a big smile appeared on his face.
Hermione gasped and tried looking away for a second but turned her eyes back to him.
“I’m…sorry for calling you a Death Eater.” She said to his face as he approached her.
“It’s alright.” He replied. He took a step closer to her.
“You were right you know.” Hermione said, as she bit on her lower lip nervously.
“About you missing me?” He said with a devilish smile as he snaked one arm around her hip, landing his hand on her bare back as he licked his lips.
“Yeah.” Hermione answered. She looked up at him and just as she said it, his mouth crept closer to hers as he dove in and caught her lips with his. Hermione immediate reaction was to kiss him back hungrily. She had wanted this for so long, there was no room for hesitation in her mind. She immediately opened her mouth and welcomed the sweet taste of his lips and tongue. The memory of his previous kiss, as great as it was, didn’t do the one justice. Last time, Draco was taken by surprise. This time, he was in full control and by the looks of it this was where he thrived. He pulled Hermione even closer, her body flush against his as he deepened the kiss coaxing an erotic moan out of her. He smiled into the kiss as he growled with satisfaction from getting her in such a state. With a hand on her back he had started rubbing up and down, slowly gliding just below the thin material of her dress. Hermione bit down on his lower lip and his reaction was instantaneous. His tongue plunged into her mouth, tasting her even more as his hands; previously caressing her skin gently, tensed up and grabbed at her hungrily. Before she knew it, one of his hands took a dive down towards her ass as the other bunched up the lower half of her dress at her hip. He took another step forward forcing her up against the cool castle wall behind her. Her hands went from his shoulders to his hair and then pressed against his shirt, feeling the firm muscles through it. The urge to feel more of him against her was too strong. Before she could even realize what she was doing, she had started pulling at his collar and had begun unbuttoning his shirt. With the heels she was wearing that night, Hermione was only just shorter than him. She had wanted to complain before because they were quite painful to dance with but at this moment all she wished was to thank Merlin for her choice of shoes because they inched her body up so that it was perfectly aligned with his. She slowly started moving her hips against him and instantly felt how hard he already was. She couldn’t blame him, as she herself was already soaking wet. He pushed at her leg so she would open up to him. He then fit snuggly one of his legs between hers.
Draco couldn’t believe his luck. Hermione was dry-humping him like a sex-craved vixen. She moaned into his mouth, immediately creating a reaction below the belt. Draco reluctantly pulled back and looked her in the eyes. Her mouth was a dark shade of red from their passionate embrace. She looked up at him with her large chocolate-coloured eyes and to his surprise, she started giggling.
“What…might I ask, is so funny?” Draco said, surprised at how out of breath he sounded. He wanted to sound intimidating but the result was quite the opposite.
“No-nothing.” she stammered. He was happy to see that she seemed just as breathless as him. “My lipstick…you’re covered with it.” She said as she touched a finger to his mouth, wiping at it delicately so she could show him the dark red colour that she had planted there. He rubbed at his lips, as he turned to the sound of voices coming from the great hall. He looked back at Hermione and before she knew it, he was pushing her into a little nook behind a gargoyle statue. There was little space for the both of them and Draco took the opportunity to lean into her personal space and lick at her lips. They were soon enough kissing deeply again as he put both hands flat on her back and slowly glided down till there were below her bottom. Hermione, instinctively lift a leg as his hand curled under her thigh. Then, he swiftly grabbed her other thigh and in one rapid move was holding her up against the wall with both hands under her ass. He growled again, uncontrollably as Hermione hooked her feet behind his back.
More voices came from the great hall and Draco slowly stopped kissing her. He peppered her neck and shoulder with soft wet kisses as he asked.
“Hermione, how far can we go?” he breathed softly against her skin.
Oh, how she loved hearing him say her name. She knew what she wanted but wanted to make sure they were on the same page. She had been disappointed in the past with Ron who wasn’t as inclined to go further and didn’t want to repeat the same mistakes.
“As far as you want…” she said, as Draco fought the urge to smile from ear to ear. Hermione unhooked her legs and went back to standing in front of him, her dress falling back into place. He started tracing his finger along her cheek but stopped when Hermione’s hand slid down till in was right over his member, feeling him through his pants. She massaged the area softly whilst looking up at him.
“Yesss” he hissed, “There’s a good place to go.” He said with a grin then he moaned and Hermione gave a firmer stroke down.
“Mmmm, shall we take this elsewhere…somewhere more private?” Draco suggested, taking her hand, so pleasurably placed, into his and giving it a squeeze and he pulled it to his mouth. He looked her in the eyes waiting for an answer.
“Sure, but I share a dorm room with three girls, do you have any suggestions?” she asked.
“Follow me.” He said, before planting the most sensual of kisses on the back of her hand.

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