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In the Arms of her Dragon	By : Wolf.Blossom Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 101559 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 50
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In the Arms of Her Dragon
"Why're you crying?" Draco whispered, sitting down beside Hermione in a deserted Great Hall. Looking up at him with puffy eyes, she admitted what happened earlier at the Gryffindor Tower. Without a moment's hesitation, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and said: "Come on, you're spending the night in the Slytherin dungeon. With me."
.xx.
Hermione managed to recruit Ginny, Neville, and Seamus to accompany her to the Quidditch field to 'study'. Neville asked why they were studying there instead of the library and Hermione replied with: "I need a change of atmosphere. I've been in the library almost three times a day every day since school started."
Which wasn't exactly a lie; she told everybody she was in the library when she was actually parading around with Draco. In the eyes of the Gryffindors, Hermione really was in the library. The four of them made their way to the Gryffindor side of the arena; the boys were already thinking of questions they could ask Hermione in regards to their potions assignment.
Snape must've been in a very bad mood when he planned the project.
"So," Neville turned to Ginny, "what's really gotten your brother so upset?"
Ginny shrugged. "No idea. He's always been the more emotional one between him, Harry, and Hermione, so I can't really say what's bugging him; something always is."
Grinning, Hermione turned the corner and glanced over her shoulder to look at her friends. They were half a step behind her. "More emotional? That goes against everything I've ever said… Need I remind you that he has the 'emotional range of a teaspoon'?"
Seamus guffawed. "I love it when you say that."
Hermione smiled to herself as the four of them began climbing the stairs that led them to the highest seat available. Ginny commented that the fresh air felt nice and Neville concurred. Seamus said something about some Irish malt to go with the fresh air and Hermione chortled; Seamus was so Irish.
"You should get a shirt that says 'Kiss me, I'm Irish'." Hermione commented, rendering Ginny and Neville confused. Seamus, who was half-blooded and very familiar with the muggle world idioms, smirked.
"I don't. But I do have a shirt that says 'Irish I was drunk'."
"Clever." Hermione laughed. The four of them took their seats on the bleachers and Ginny spared a glance at the Slytherins manoeuvring in the sky. Hermione was making a point not to look up; she knew that if she did, and saw that Draco was doing some crazy gymnastics on his broom, she'd have a heart attack and be sent to the Hospital Wing.
"Merlin! They're all shirtless!"
Hermione's eyes widened and she, Neville, and Seamus looked up to see that, indeed, the Slytherins were on their brooms, practicing without shirts. Seamus choked on air and Neville's jaw dropped.
"What in Merlin's name are they doing?!" Neville asked. "Is this even allowed?"
"Apparently so." Ginny sighed, dreamily. "I've never seen so many attractive men flying shirtless in the sky together ever before."
Although Hermione wasn't going to voice it, she agreed.
"Malfoy seems to take the cake, wouldn't you say?" Ginny nudged Hermione. Breaking out of her reverie, Hermione simply looked over at Ginny before turning her attention back to the sky. She was not about to comment to what was just said- she was afraid she was going to spill the beans on her and Draco's illicit affair.
Neville and Seamus exchanged glances and looked at the two awe-stricken ladies they were sitting with. "Uhh... ladies? Focus on the task at hand, please."
Hermione was the first to break from her trance. She returned her attention to her friends and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, blame it on the estrogen."
"I'll say." Seamus snorted before shoving Ginny. "Ginevra Molly Weasley, snap out of it. Lest I tell your boyfriend…"
Ginny wasn't fazed. "I'm looking, not touching."
"But you're probably imagining running your fingertips down his rock-hard abs, tracing the-"
"Seamus!" Ginny scolded and Hermione and Neville clamped their hands over their mouths to prevent themselves from bursting into laughter. Who knew that Seamus's vocabulary consisted of a plethora of adjectives? Certainly not them. Hermione struggled very hard not to look back at what was happening in the sky. Instead, to her displeasure, she looked at Seamus, Neville, and then Ginny before commenting on how they should proceed with their studying.
Ginny muttered something along the lines of studying the male anatomy, but the other three chose to ignore her.
"Potions!" Neville sighed. "Focus! Potions… how do we do what he asked us to?! I think it's impossible. You have heartbreak, Mione. How do you cure that?!"
"Beats me." Hermione shrugged. "I suppose that'd be the reason why Malfoy and I were paired up. Perhaps the professors inferred that putting two great minds together will produce extraordinary results."
Seamus smirked his signature Irish smirk. "Well, surprise them. Give them not extraordinary results, but super ordinary ones."
Ginny, who finally managed to look away from Blaise Zabini's glistening chest, caught the tail end of what Seamus said.
"I see what you did there! Extraordinary… ordinary… yeah, I'm going to go back to gawking at Zabi—"
"I move that we relocate to the library. All in favour say aye." Neville interrupted Ginny, not being able to tolerate any more ogling on both her and Hermione's parts. Seamus said aye but Ginny and Hermione were quiet. The latter mentioned girl grinned.
"I believe we are at an impasse, Neville. You and Seamus wish to relocate but Ginny and I are quite comfortable where we are. What shall we do now?"
Seamus shrugged. "Tie-breaker?"
Ginny frowned. "How?"
And Seamus, since he was never afraid to do anything, cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled out: "MALFOY!"
Hermione gawked but Neville simply questioned why Seamus didn't just use the sonorus to project his voice. Somehow, by some godly way, Draco heard Seamus and halted the practice so that he could go entertain the Gryffindors with their request. He wasn't, at the least bit, surprised to see Hermione but he was quite amused to see the star struck look in she-weasel's eyes.
"What do you need now, Finnigan? I won't be able to turn Granger into rum, you know."
Seamus ignored Draco's jibe at his attempt in first year to turn water into rum. "I figured I'd call you since you're team captain. We need a tie-breaker; aye or nay?"
Draco paused and studied Seamus; he had no idea what he was asking him and what the consequences would be. He thought he'd do a little bit of investigating before he took his pick—something important could be riding on his decision.
"What am I ayeing or naying against?"
Hermione supressed her shivers when she heard Draco say aye… it sounded so Scottish and English and… he sounds so European! Hermione had no other explanation as to why Draco saying a single syllable word could be so hot and attractive.
"Just aye or nay, mate." Seamus sighed. "The happiness of the girls or ours," Seamus shoved a thumb in Neville's direction, "depends on your choice."
Draco's eyebrows rose. "Really? Hmmm… which did the girls pick?"
Hermione was ready to die—not from embarrassment, but from the close proximity of shirtless Draco on a broomstick glistening with a thin layer of sweat. Her hormones were going into overdrive and it was taking every ounce of willpower she had to stop herself from lunging off the bleachers and tackling Draco's lips.
"It may bias your decision." Seamus smirked. "Aye or nay?"
"Hmm… well if I know Granger, she always has to say no to anything a man wants." Draco glanced at Hermione and winked at her. Ginny snorted and Neville chortled in laughter. "Ergo, because I always put the desires of a woman before my own, I vote nay."
Ginny pumped her fist and yelped in happiness but Hermione was not as happy. Her eyes were narrow and she glowered at Draco. "I always have to say no?! What the bloody hell does that mean, Malfoy?"
Draco manoeuvred his broom towards Hermione. Great, now she could feel the heat from his shirtless body. That's going to help my raging hormones. She thought, sarcastically.
"You know what it means, Granger." oh the way he drawled her name.
"And what would that be, Malfoy?"
Neville groaned loudly. "Here we go again! You know what, let's split up… you two stay here ogling the Slytherins and Seamus and I will try to study in the library." Without waiting for anybody to say anything, Neville got up and walked off. Seamus shrugged, obviously impartial to any decision, and followed his friend.
Draco's eyes widened slightly before he turned to Ginny and Hermione. "Ogle?!"
"I change my mind. I vote aye." Hermione, without waiting for another reaction from Draco, grabbed her book bag and chased after Neville and Seamus. She wanted to save herself from any more embarrassment. She knew Draco would not let her forget it.
Ever.
With Hermione gone, Draco turned his attention to Ginny. "And aren't you going to leave?"
Ginny shook her head. "No." She wasn't even looking at him; she was staring into the sky. "I don't have as much self-respect as Hermione does, in case you haven't come to realize."
"Other than the fact you're dating Potter?"
Ginny snorted. "No. Harry's amazing. Hermione has no idea what she's missing out on."
Draco had a horrified expression on his face. "With Potter?! I didn't know you swung that way!"
Ginny managed to tear her eyes off of the shirtless group of men in the sky and looked at the blond-haired Adonis hovering before her. "No, I mean with men in general. Honestly, you're pretty stupid for being the smartest wizard of our time—"
"Granger's a virgin?!"
Eyes widening, Ginny realized that she subconsciously revealed Hermione's secret. "I vote aye too. Bye!" Without even gathering her things, Ginny bolted out of the Quidditch field. Draco wasn't able to lift his jaw back up; he was still in shock over what he just learned.
Excellent. Now I know your little secret, bookworm. Taking a few breaths to calm his nerves, Draco shot back into the sky and avoided the looks his teammates shot him. Blaise Zabini smirked to himself; he made a note to self to corner Draco with Theodore and Adrian.
.xx.
Shirtless?! Why? Hermione scribbled into the journal during Herbology. For some reason, Professor Sprout decided to have an in-class lesson that day about the mating rituals of animalistic flora. Ron uttered something stupid about plants fornicating and Sprout took twenty-three points from Gryffindor.
Then Wayne Hopkins of Hufflepuff commented on how random twenty-three points was and Sprout took two points from her own house.
Blaise mumbled about Sprout being like Snape; she didn't like taking points from her own home. So Sprout took nineteen and a half points from Slytherin.
Luna Lovegood commented on how she never knew half-points could be taken and commended Professor Sprout for being unique, like Nibblebibbles. Nobody knew what a Nibblebibble was, but Sprout found Luna to be sweet and awarded Ravenclaw thirty and three-quarter points.
Nobody saw the three-quarter points coming.
I knew you'd enjoy yourself.
Hermione simply stared in amazement at what he said. Enjoy? So in lieu of airborne acrobatics, you opt for half-naked flying?
I can help you soar all-naked.
Hermione's eye twitched. Sex references? Really?
I feel like it's about time we break the barrier in our relationship, bookworm. Draco smirked while writing to Hermione. Why was it that he never got bored writing to her? She always had something to say that piqued his interest and had him think up possible witty things he could say to her.
Along the lines of soaring naked, that reminds me of when Harry was delirious and went to take a short fly over the Black Lake in his birthday suit.
… Or she said something that left Draco completely speechless with a bad aftertaste in his mouth.
I can always count on you to turn my innuendos into… dirty-Potter-references.
Hermione smiled and leaned back in her seat, visibly pleased with herself. She was going to reply to him but she saw more words bleed onto the pages of her diary.
Wait… you saw naked-Potter breeze past you with a broom – shut up, Granger – and you didn't do anything to stop him?
Like you said, I like ogling naked Quidditch seekers.
I never said that! You can only ogle this naked Quidditch seeker.
You aren't naked.
Look up.
Hermione's eyes widened. She was too afraid but couldn't supress her curiosity; she had to look up. Slowly she lifted her head until her eyes caught sight of Draco sitting diagonal to her. Her eyes widened and she gasped loudly.
"Merlin!"
Everybody's eyes turned to her and when they saw her staring at Draco, turned to look at him. The class was confused over Hermione's outburst.
"Miss Granger?" Sprout walked towards her star student hesitantly. "Is… something the matter?"
Yeah Granger, Draco quickly wrote, something wrong?
Hermione narrowed her eyes. She had half the mind to tell Sprout that Draco, for a brief moment, charmed himself to be naked to fuck with her mind. But, alas, she wasn't that spontaneous and said that she thought she saw a Dementor but was probably seeing things. Sprout seemed to accept her excuse and continued with her lesson.
Dementor? I need to teach you how to lie better. Draco scribbled languidly into the notebook. Hermione glanced idly at the words on her page before gently shutting the journal and indicating to Draco that she was done with talking to him. He charmed himself to be naked! She didn't see anything worth seeing but still—if his charm was anything close to the real thing, then Hermione was in for a world of…
Pleasure.
Willing herself not to look at Draco, Hermione concentrated on the lecture Sprout was presenting. Her action made Draco grin in amusement; never a dull moment with Hermione Jean Granger.
.xx.
"Guess whose birthday is next week!" Dean Thomas grinned as all the Gryffindors lounged in the Common Room after Care of Magical Creature. Luckily for them, Hagrid decided to give them an in-class lesson as well. None of the students were too fond of learning how to care for crazy psychotic creatures, and neither did they understand why it was part of their curriculum…
Whatever the reason was, they had to learn enough to pass the NEWT and graduate from Hogwarts.
Oh, hoggy warty Hogwarts.
All eyes turned to Dean before a few of the eighth years looked at Hermione. Ron was engaged in a heated battle of Wizard backgammon but took a moment to look up and answer: "Hermione's. What's the plan? Golden Girl of 1991 is turning nineteen… this is cause for celebration."
Ginny scowled at her brother and Parvati commented on how she wasn't sure if Ron was being serious or spiteful. Harry said to take it at face value and Hermione addressed Ron directly.
"Have any suggestions, Ron?"
The tension was thick enough to cut with a butter knife but everybody knew that they were trying to maintain a civil atmosphere. Their relationship was a very shaky thing and the Gryffindors were afraid that any sudden comments may shatter the fragile thing that it was.
"Let's make a trip to my brothers' joke shop and floo to Diagon Alley for some Fortescue's for dessert?" Ron suggested, breaking his attention away from the backgammon game. Neville, who he was facing against, was perfectly fine with that; he was losing anyway.
"That has to be the most sensible thing you've ever suggested in your life, Ronald." Hermione muttered, though not spitefully. Ron glanced at her and turned his attention back to the backgammon board.
"Well," he muttered softly and almost everybody in the Common Room was leaning forward to hear what he had to say, "I did spend the last eight years with your sensible arse."
And no matter what issues the two friends were facing, everybody knew that they were going to be okay.
Harry bit into an apple he swiped from the kitchen and sunk into an armchair. Ginny was sitting on the armrest of the chair. "Well… about Snape's project?"
The eighth years exploded at the same time, commenting on how crazy their professor was; never did they imagine that their crazy professor was so crazy. Sure, Snape was the half-blooded prince (and nobody saw that coming) and he worked as a double agent for the Light side (nobody saw that coming either), but they didn't think he was crazy crazy.
Just… crazy.
Hermione heard the grandfather clock strike ten pm and she knew that she should meet Draco soon at the window in the Restricted Section. She didn't know whether to be amused or not that their designated meeting area went without saying. As inconspicuously as possible, she got up and said that she needed to pull books from the library about Heartbreaks.
As always, the Gryffindors weren't the least bit fazed that Hermione was making late night trips to the library. Bidding everybody goodnight, she grabbed her cloak and her book bag; she had to show Draco the book about the Dragon Empire she got from the Restricted Section earlier that day. Hermione left through the portrait hole and began powerwalking to the library.
Her thoughts were wandering to Draco flying half-naked earlier and charming himself to look naked…
He was a very beautiful man.
Very beautiful.
Hermione's thoughts were cut short when a frizzy barn owl flew past her and dropped a rolled parchment. Her heart jumped to her throat; she knew that Gabriella sent a response to the letter she wrote earlier.
Dear Hermione,
I miss you too! Why are you coming for Christmas?! You know I throw a Halloween shindig every year and this year you have to come with Mr. Malfoy, whom you've been speaking to all summer without even letting me know because you're a horrible friend but I love you despite your flaws and live vicariously through your love life because I do not have one.
I know. Breathe.
So, from what I understand from your letter, you and Draco are friends, are snogging at any given opportunity and he takes you out on unofficial dates because he can and he's a chivalrous man, proving to me that chivalry isn't dead. That sounds sweet and I think you're overanalyzing everything. Don't read into the sweet things he's doing; to me it sounds like he genuinely cares for you. I mean, he gave you a pendant from Italy when he didn't have to; but don't read too much into it.
Let everything go with the flow for now; if it's meant to be, it'll happen (I know, cliché). In my honest opinion I feel as if he cares for you but don't get your hopes up yet, Jeany Weeny (I know you hate it when I call you that :P). I'm sure everything'll fall into place and, if you guys are really close, bring him to my Halloween party.
Write back! I miss having you around here…
Love, love, love,
Gab
Hermione smiled as she read over the last few lines of the letter. Her best friend really was as crazy as ever and Hermione loved her for it. What she said did make sense; just go with the flow and everything would fall into place. Sighing loudly, Hermione folded the letter up and slipped it into her book bag. She rounded a corner and was pleasantly surprised with a pair of strong arms wrapped around her, squeezing her into a tight hug.
"Hey there, bookworm."
The sensual voice she grew to know and love rumbled huskily in her ear.
"Hey yourself, bad faith." Hermione responded cheekily, allowing herself to relax in his arms. Despite whatever idiocy they speak about throughout the day, the moment always came down to when she would be back in his arms, inhaling his intoxicating scent, and relaxing against his heartbeat.
It worried her that she wasn't worried at how much he became a part of her daily routine.
Draco released the hug and wrapped an arm around her shoulder as he fell into step beside her. Clearly he was guiding her to the library, but Hermione wasn't going to question as to why he wasn't already there, on a broom, waiting for her. This gave her more time to spend with him which, ultimately, was what she wanted.
"Tell me about the book." He said and Hermione gasped, forgetting that she was going bring that up with him. Reaching into her book bag, she pulled out the black book and passed it to Draco. He used his free hand to flip the book open and quickly skim over the synopsis.
His eyebrows arched in surprise. "Well isn't this something…"
Hermione nodded feverishly. "I was surprised too. That's why I didn't notice you behind me."
Draco leaned over and kissed her temple. "I know I have an effect on you, Granger."
"Shut up, Malfoy."
He chuckled but turned back to the book nonetheless.
Prior to the existence of civilization lived an ancient clan of regal beasts, which we have come to recognize to be the Dragon Empire. These beasts have a different subset of laws and regulation that set them apart from any other creature that coexists with wizards and muggles alike; they follow an ancient monarch rule that is neither socialist nor capitalist. Godric, Salazar and I have spent years living amongst the Dragon Empire to learn their habits, rituals, and laws so that we may put a reason to the Chaos Theory, or in Godric's words, the Prophecy of the Sun and Sea.
"Chaos Theory?" Draco looked over at Hermione who was leaning over to read along with him. "You heard of that before, Granger?"
She shook her head. "Never. It wasn't mentioned in Hogwarts: A History." Draco snorted and Hermione playfully hit his chest. "Can we not insult the book?"
"Of course not," Draco sounded sarcastic, "it's only your Bible."
"Shu—"
"I know. Shut up."
Before we begin our research, let us denote the different roles in the Dragon Empire. The highest level in this system is the Kapral, which is equivalent to a human emperor. The Kapral has two advisors, Darzulf and Darharkt. The Darzulf's role is to be the devil's advocate whereas the Darharkt must be the voice of reason. The Kapral also has a group of seven elders; they are referred to as the Wadoya, meaning High Priests. The Wadoya play the roles of Elders in this ancient clan. They are the wisest, oldest, and most experienced—usually the Wadoya consists of one or two past Kaprals.
Let us reiterate:
Highest post: Kapral.
The Kapral has two advisors: Darzulf and Darharkt.
The Kapral and his advisors seek council from the Wadoya: the seven elders of the Dragon Empire.
The present Kapral, to our knowledge, is Kapral Zabini who has ruled the Empire democratically and civilly for an estimated three centuries. The average term of a kapral is twenty-three centuries before they step down and select their successor. The successor is usually next of kin but the kapral has the option to choose another dragon if they feel that their kin cannot aptly rule the throne and protect the Ring of Chaos.
Hermione and Draco stopped walking and both stared at the book, their jaws slack. His grip around her shoulder tightened a little bit and she grabbed the book from his hand.
"Kapral Zabini?! As in… Blaise Zabini?" Hermione looked at a clearly confused Draco. "Is your best friend a dragon?!"
"I don't think so!" Draco stuttered in his defence. "I mean… I grew up with the bloke; I've known him since I was two, I don't think he's part dragon."
"Then why is the dragon leader named Zabini?"
"Hermione," Draco said her name in the hopes of calming himself down, "this was written before Hogwarts was created. I'm sure this Kapral Zabini is, of no way, related to our Blaise."
Hermione narrowed her eyes and shut the book. "I like how he's my Blaise as much as he is yours."
"What's mine is yours, bookworm." Draco sang playfully before kissing her temple again. When his lips came in contact with her skin, he snapped his fingers and a bouquet of flowers appeared in front of the couple, levitating. Hermione's eyes widened when she saw blue violets peeking in between a plethora of alyssum. It was a weird mix of flowers, and she couldn't for the life of her figure out why he picked blue violets and alyssum…
But the gesture was beyond romantic anyway.
Hermione reached out and gently caught the bouquet before bringing it to her face and smelling it.
"Thank you…" She whispered just as they entered the library. Draco chuckled softly and guided her to the window where Lightyear was waiting for them. Hermione looked over at him.
"This is so sweet…"
"I know," he smirked. "But let's put the bouquet down and mount your trusty steed."
Hermione cocked an eyebrow. "Lightyear is my trusty steed?"
"Of course," Draco pushed the window open and leapt onto the sill. He looked over his shoulder and extended a hand out to Hermione. "What's yours is mine, right?"
Hermione grinned and placed her book bag and bouquet down before catching Draco's extended hand. He hoisted her onto the sill, caught her around the waist, and fell backwards out of the window. Hermione gasped and shut her eyes for the fear of falling to her doom scared her for a split second before she realized that she and Draco fell onto a floating cushion that mimicked a cloud.
"Lightyear!" Draco called and his broom zoomed towards them. Draco stood up and helped his lady to her feet before throwing himself onto Lightyear and helping Hermione after him. The cloud cushion disappeared and Draco began to soar high into the sky. Hermione's arms were wrapped around his torso and her grip tightened, ever so slightly, but Draco could sense that she was less afraid of heights than before.
"You okay back there, Granger?"
"Yes." Her voice wasn't as shaky as it used to be and that made Draco very happy. He brought Lightyear to his desired altitude and, without warning, swung a leg over the stick of the broom so that he was sitting on the stick as if it were a seat. Hermione shimmied closer to him, still straddling the broom, and wrapped her arms around his torso.
Draco wrapped his arm around her waist and hugged her closer to him; he loved feeling her body against his…
It made him feel… complete.
"I suppose Blaise, Adrian, and Theodore like me?"
Draco smiled and began tracing patterns on her back. "I suppose. Otherwise Pucey wouldn't have made the effort to save Gunnar's sorry behind. Blaise constantly says that now that you and I are friends, my chances of being best performing student of the year has gone to hell, and Nott is just… indifferent."
"They aren't making quips about me being in Gryffindor?"
"Better Gryffindor than Hufflepuff." Draco smirked and kissed her forehead. "Are you going to tell me tomorrow that you had the most splendid night with Hufflepuff Malfoy tonight?"
Hermione smiled and looked up at his perfect profile. She stretched her body up to kiss his jawline. "Perhaps. Why, jealous?"
"Slightly." Draco hummed. "I don't like sharing what's mine."
"So I'm yours?"
"If you want to be." Draco's grip on her tightened a bit. "I mean, we're already friends."
Hermione's heart was racing and she began shaking, ever so slightly. But she had to keep her composure; she didn't want to seem un-Grangery. "I thought you said we wouldn't be considered significant others until we've… shagged."
Draco chuckled. His chest rumbled and the voice reverberated. Hermione's breath hitched but she wouldn't let it show.
"You are correct… so evidently we can't be dating."
"Then what does being yours constitute?"
"To hold," he whispered without missing a beat, "to protect, to care for… to be the only woman in my life whose attention I will be vying for without giving another woman a second thought ever, until you deem me unfit to be yours."
Hermione's world was spinning. "Does that mean I have to hold, protect, and care for you whilst vying for your attention without giving another man a second thought?"
"No." His response came immediately. "You cannot protect and care for me because that's my job. All you have to do is hold me; you don't even have to vie for my attention because you have it. It's yours and my attention isn't going anywhere."
"And this isn't dating?"
The corners of Draco's lips tugged. "No. We haven't shagged yet, remember? This just means that we're… each other's."
"Does this have anything to do with Gunnar?"
Draco's head whipped to her and his heart melted seeing her smiling face and twinkling eyes. Bloody emotions. Why couldn't he control how he felt when it came to Granger?! She was just another woman…
Albeit smart… intelligent… beautiful… witty… caring…
Perfect.
"No. But having lost the opportunity you could've had being with him makes me happy."
Hermione snorted. "I wouldn't want to be with Gunnar, idiot."
Draco brought his right hand up, bent his index finger, placed it under Hermione's chin and tilted her face up. "Why?" His voice was husky, soft, and ethereal.
"He just isn't my type." Hermione gulped. She didn't want to get into a conversation with Draco regarding what type of men she liked. Apparently she was his (yet not his girlfriend or anything).
"And what is?" his face moved closer to hers and Hermione's heart pounded heavily against her chest. She wondered how he couldn't hear it; she was pretty sure her heart was going to fly out of her chest and fall to its doom somewhere on the Quidditch pitch.
"Whatever he's like, my type isn't Gunnar. So stop getting jealous." Hermione attempted to turn the tables but, with Draco, that was never possible.
"Can I safely assume that I'm your type… since you're here, with me, agreeing to be mine?"
Hermione gulped and weakly said: "I'm not anybody's property."
"Never said you were, angel."
Hermione didn't have a chance to react because Draco pressed his lips gently against hers. And, just like every time they kissed, her world around her dissolved leaving just her and Draco on a broom. She moved her arms from around his torso to around his neck and, since he was side-saddling the broom, he turned his upper body so that he was almost parallel to Hermione.
His right hand released its hold on her waist and moved to grip her hair. He pulled her head back and, with an animalistic sound, moved to bestow immeasurable pleasure on her neck. Hermione released a throaty moan as Draco's tongue danced over the bundle of nerves that released a whirlwind of pleasure. Hermione gripped his shoulders and threw her head back further. Draco's lips moved from one side of her neck to the other where, without holding back, he bit her gently. His action withdrew a loud moan to sound from the back of Hermione's neck and, not surprisingly, the sound was enough to keep Draco going.
Draco's left hand went around Hermione's waist and, without holding anything back; he gently slid his hand up the back of her shirt. He felt her soft skin beneath his fingertips and that was enough to drive him to insanity.
Hermione was in a different world altogether as his fingers kept trailing up her back, taking a moment to snap her bra strap, before continuing its journey to the back of her neck. He cupped her neck and pulled her lips to his, slamming his mouth against hers and sending her to a wave of pleasure that she didn't know was possible.
"Dracooo," she purred as they pulled back for air. Draco pulled his left hand out from under her shirt and cupped her cheek.
"Why do you do this to me?" He murmured and Hermione smiled. Her eyes were glazed over with passion and it was taking every ounce of will power that Draco had to not fly her to a conjured bedroom and take her repeatedly, mercilessly, and endlessly.
"Why do you do this to me?" She answered his question with one of his own.
Draco gave her a lopsided smirk and leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. "How about we call it a night before we both wake up dating?"
Hermione's heart skipped a beat… the simple thought of being beneath Draco, naked; writhing in pleasure ignited a flame in the pit of Hermione's stomach. Why did he make her feel so… so… woman?
"Yeah," her voice was shaky, "let's."
Draco threw his leg over the stick of the broom to saddle it once more and guided it back to the Restricted Section window. No words were required to be exchanged between the duo; Draco simply helped her dismount and climb through the window before leaning forward and kissing her goodnight.
"See you in the morning, Hermione?"
She nodded, not trusting her voice. Draco simply winked at her before zooming off into the night sky. Hermione shut the window, turned around, and slumped against the wall. She couldn't trust her feet to walk, her voice to talk, and she couldn't control the racing of her heart.
What happened in the sky took her and Draco's relationship to a whole new level and, frankly, she wasn't sure what to expect anymore.
Whatever was happening between them, Hermione would take Gabriella's advice to heart: just go with the flow.
The rest would fall into place.
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Edited: August 9, 2016
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