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In Need of a Little Comfort	By : Monddame Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 45107 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-In Need of a Little Comfort
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 14
- 15
After stopping by the kitchen to grab some food, having missed both breakfast and lunch, and receiving a rather stern lecture from Draco about the importance of not skipping meals, Hermione led the grousing blond into their common room and unburdened his arms of the food he was carrying. After setting it down on the coffee table, she playfully pushed him back onto the couch. He gave her a petulant little glare before pulling her down beside him and tickling her into submission, gaining her promise that she would make a better effort at taking care of herself.

In retaliation, Hermione fervently pressed her lips to Draco�s and kissed him senseless. And just when he began trying to lower her to the cushions she removed herself to the adjacent armchair, forestalling his attempts at further seduction by stating she was just following his instructions and pulling a plate of sandwiches toward her. He gave her a heated smirk, watching her closely as they began to eat, and she knew she was going to get it later for teasing him. Not that she minded. At all.

They ate in companionable silence, each wrapped up in their own thoughts about the occurrences of that afternoon. Thinking about being the motivating reason that Draco decided to change sides in the war was doing all kinds of crazy things to her libido. Frankly, it made her what to fuck him hard until his naughty little pureblood brains liquefied and oozed out his ears before exhausting him thoroughly making love to him for hours and hours. When her eyes registered the sight of his polished wooden box sitting innocuously on the mantel, she grinned impishly.

She felt his eyes watching her as she stood and ambled over to the fireplace affecting a calm demeanor she certainly wasn�t feeling. She slyly brought down the box responsible for everything, and returned to the armchair, pulling off the lid and rummaging around inside.

�Hm, hm, hm, I wonder what other kinds of secrets are hidden in here.� She bit her lip against the goofy grin that threatened to overtake her countenance as she came across a familiar, shimmering gold heart. �You know, it seems only fair that you eat one of these so I get to see what it was like for you the first time.�

�Oh really? And you aren�t afraid that I�ll rediscover some long-lost crush on someone like�Susan Bones and go running off to find her instead of staying here, consumed with my lust for you?� He smirked at her, his grey eyes sparkling. She couldn�t help but laugh at his rather pathetic attempt to goad her.

�Really Draco, if you�re going to try to get a reaction out of someone you should always go with an individual similar to that person, someone sure to intimidate them.� She set the box on the table, leaning back in her chair and smiling a little mischievously at him. �For example, if I wanted to get you into a jealous snit all I�d have to do is a drop a casual comment about how fantastic Blaise Zabini looks in green. Honestly, you call yourself a Slytherin?�

His answering chuckle sounded a little forced, and he gave her an odd look, though he was obviously trying to hide whatever he was thinking from her. For a moment, she had the irrational thought that her teasing had gotten to him.

�You�you think Blaise� looks good in green, eh?� His voice was trying for casual, but came out as strained and uneasy.

Sweet Circe! He was jealous! She couldn�t help but smile a tiny bit at the fact that Draco Malfoy was jealous over her. Poor boy. For having thought him in need of a lesson in humility these last six years, Hermione didn�t actually like seeing him so insecure. It seemed wrong on him. Fixing a completely serious look on her face, she shook her head in denial and crawled over to sit in his lap, brushing his silky hair from his face.

�No, I don�t. It washes out his skin tone and makes him look ghastly. No one looks as good in green as you do, love.� He grinned incredulously at her, pinching her lightly on the bum, making her jump.

�Now I know you�re just trying to appease me. Blaise never looks ghastly.� She wiggled a little in his lap, feeling his length beginning to press into her starting a throb between her legs.

�Well, is it working?�

�It might be, but I think I need a little more convincing.�

�Oh, do you?�

She smiled sexily at him and adjusted herself in his lap, throwing one leg over his and straddling him. Rhythmically rocking her hips against his, she unfastened her robes to reveal the mismatched tank top and skirt she had pulled on in their earlier haste. She held in an amused chuckle at Draco�s instantaneously distracted focus on her breasts peaking over the top of her shirt. Biting her lip and bolstering her courage, she ran her hands up her torso, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples through the fabric, letting out a low, sexy moan of appreciation at the stimulation. She wasn�t sure if she could do it, but she got so excited when he whispered dirty things to her during sex, she wanted to see if it got him hot, too. Continuing to rub against him, she leaned down and murmured into his ear as she flicked her tongue against his sensitive skin.

�Mmm, Draco, you�re so fucking sexy. You make me want to do all kinds of things to you, bad, naughty things, things that a good little Gryffindor like me should never do, shouldn�t even know about. You make me want to be a bad girl, Draco.� Pulling back a little, her desire flamed inside her at the hot look smoldering in his eyes. �Do you want me to be a bad girl for you, do naughty things to you, my sexy Slytherin?�

�Merlin, yes.� His voice came out as a hiss as she ground herself down onto to his erection mercilessly.

Suddenly, it dawned on her. She knew exactly what she wanted to do to him. Shimmying off his lap, drawing a groan of disapproval from the blond whose eyes were nearly black with lust, Hermione pulled her wand out of the pocket on her robes and pointed it at him. He tensed slightly, but she knew it was just a reaction to having a wand aimed at his face.

�Divesto.�

He sucked in a gasp as the cool air of the room brushed across his suddenly naked skin and she gave him a decidedly wicked little grin, turning to set her wand down on the low table behind her. Stepping out of her shoes and kicking them off the side, she stood astride his legs and planted one foot on the couch next to his hip. She leaned forward, bracing one hand on his shoulder, and took his hand in her other, sliding it up her thigh and under her skirt.

�You make me so wet when you look at me like that. It turns me into a little puddle of lust and all I can think about is your big, thick cock sliding into my tight little pussy and fucking me until I scream.� He let out a barely audible little whimper and she straightened, emitting her own genuine moan as his fingers dipped under the elastic of her knickers and began stroking her sensitive flesh.

Helplessly rocking her hips as he touched her, Hermione tried to keep her mind focused on what she wanted to do to him, despite her body�s insistence on getting lost in the pleasure he was bringing her. He made another sound, this one more like a groan, when her breasts bounced out of her tank top as she pulled it over her head. He was smoothing little circles over her clit with his fingers in earnest now, so she pulled his hand away before she became completely lost to his ministrations and forgot her own plans. She drew his hand up to her lips, and in a little foreshadowing of things to come, she flicked her tongue against his fingertips before sucking his digits into her mouth and licking her essence off them. His breathing was becoming ragged, his cock nearly purple in anticipation as she pulled back and let her skirt and knickers fall to the floor.

His eager responses to her gave her confidence, easing the nerves she felt about being so proactive in their lovemaking. With an internal deep breath, she forged ahead.

Leaning over him, she began slowly kissing her way down his neck and over his collar bones. His eyes fluttered closed and he groaned and sighed as she trailed her lips and tongue and hands down his chest, a pleasure-filled moan escaping as she nipped at his flat little nipples. She traced the ridges of musculature on his abdomen with her tongue, sliding down his body as she went until she was kneeling in front of him. So entranced by the magic she was working on his body, Draco didn�t divine her intent, even when she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, until he felt her hot breath on the weeping head of his cock.

�Wha-Hermione, you don�t have to do that.� His eyes were glazed and beads of sweat already forming on his forehead as she leisurely stroked his erection. She smirked sexily at him before pretending to pout.

�You don�t want me to lick you, Draco?� She flicked her tongue against the tip of his swollen member making him hiss. �You don�t want me to take your big cock into my mouth and suck it until you come?�

�Merlin, witch, you don�t play fair.� He whimpered, his fingers digging into the dark fabric of the couch cushions as she ran her tongue up the underside of his length, root to tip.

She paused for a moment, giving his erection a calculating look, planning her attack, before lowering her head once more and blowing cool air along his heated flesh. A mental cheer sounded in her head when it twitched and Draco let out a low moan in response. She had never had the opportunity to perform fellatio; her couplings with George were all cloaked in clandestine frenzy and didn�t leave the chance for leisurely exploring. And Draco, bless him, was usually more interested in giving than receiving. Not that she was complaining about that.

She ran her tongue up and down his length a few times, bathing him with her saliva and stimulating the delicate flesh of his member. Stroking his length with her petite hand; she let her tongue run down to lap at his testicles gently drawing first one and then the other into the wet heat of her mouth. Draco let out a shuddering sigh of pleasure and she figured that meant she was doing a good job. Running her mouth back up his shaft, she took a fortifying breath before stretching her lips around the head of his cock and brushing her tongue sensuously along the underside.

His hips jerked unconsciously and the fingers of one hand tunneled into her curly hair as she slowly drew more and more of his cock into her mouth with each pass. She reached her limits with only about three inches of his rigid erection in her mouth before she gagged a little, and with a mental shrug she figured she�d just have to build up her tolerance for repressing that reflex later. Working the remaining length with one hand and gently fondling his balls with the other as she hollowed her cheeks sucking hard, she tried to recall any other tricks she knew, at least theoretically anyway.

She slid one finger behind his sac and rubbed it lightly against his perineum at the same time as she began humming deep in her throat. The result was almost instantaneous. Draco gasped, drawing her focus to his face as his other hand joined its mate in her hair, his grip tightening until it was just bordering on painful. His features were twisted into a grimace that almost looked like pain and she could hardly see his sparkling argent eyes they were narrowed so tightly in pleasure. The furrowed expression of his visage, the commanding grip on her curls, and the involuntary shallow thrusting into her mouth gave her a dark thrill as evidence of how she�d stripped him of his carefully maintained control and drawn an instinctual, feral response from him. At once, it gave her the dual feeling of her marked sexual power as a woman and a great rush of affection for her sexy, hot-blooded wizard.

It didn�t take more than a handful of thrusts into her mouth before the perspiring blond stiffened and tried to mumble �He-h�mione, I�m�.gonna come!� Figuring she could see his reaction to sending a finger in search of his prostate another time, she drew back until just the head of his cock was in her mouth and sucked hard once more. With a low, growling groan, his release spilled into her mouth, hot and salty, and she tried not to get an image of squiggly sperm in her head as she swallowed it. She kept sucking and swallowing until his stiff posture relaxed and he slumped back onto the couch with a sigh.

�Was that good? I�ve never done that before, and I know I�ll be able to do it better next time.�

She thought his overall response was a fairly good one, but usually his expression when he came was clouded by her own ecstasy in the moment, so she didn�t have a clear reference point for comparison. His eyes slitted open lazily and one long digit collected a stray drop of come from the corner of her lips, which she promptly drew into her mouth and sucked clean from his finger, earning her another groan.

�Better? Fuck, you�ll make my brain explode if you do it too much better than that. Where�d you learn to do that if you�ve never done it before?� His slow drawling voice was husky and dark with pleasure, sending shivers down her spine.

�Books.� She said smugly with a nonchalant little shrug. He chuckled and she felt it in her pelvis as her arousal began to run down the inside of her thigh.

�Well, thank Merlin for books then.� His fingers brushed against her cheek tenderly and she had to suppress the urge to purr like a little cat. �You deserve some kind of reward for that outstanding first go at sucking cock. I�ll do whatever you want.�

�Whatever I want?� A very naughty grin spread itself across her face and he laughed lightly once more.

�Within reason, of course. This is supposed to be something pleasurable for you. I don�t want to end up naked in the Great Hall or snogging Potter or something.� She sniffed in mock annoyance as she crawled into his lap once more.

�Please, like I�d want all those vapid cows ogling my wizard any more than they already do.� She hid her grin from him by tucking under his chin and pressing kisses to his throat. �Besides, I don�t think I could get Harry to agree to kiss you anyway.�

�Wha-?! Hermione, you don�t seriously�I�ugh.� She couldn�t hold in her giggles at his obvious revulsion to the idea. He pulled her away from his chest to look at her face. �Why, you little minx, you had me worried there for a second.�

�Well, I have to admit, Draco,� she bit her lip as she gave him a saucy grin, �it would be pretty hot.� He paled and shook his head earnestly.

�Never going to happen. Move on to the next idea.� Her eyes began to sparkle, and he quickly cut in before she could reply. �And I won�t be snogging Weasel-bum either. Brr, just thinking about it gives me the creeping fugwugs.� She couldn�t help but laugh outright at that.

�No, that would definitely be exceptionally weird. I think it might be horrifically spectacular, like watching a car crash.� When all she got was blank look from him, she rolled her eyes, shaking her head. �Never mind, muggle thing.�

�Someday, I think you�d better start explaining those �muggle things� to me so I know what the hell you�re talking about. But since now it hardly the most opportune moment to do so, decide what you want your reward to be or I�ll have to decide for you.� He winked at her, and she thrilled a little at the idea that Draco was open to learning more about muggles. Not even Ron seemed all that keen anymore to hear explanations for some of the weird things that she and Harry said.

She bit her lip, thinking about what she could ask for. Logically, it should be something that Draco didn�t normally do for her, something special or something he wouldn�t usually agree to. He had no problem trying new positions or locations, it seemed, and he took every opportunity to go down on her that presented itself. She figured that since he was a lot more sexually experienced than she was there were things he liked that he hadn�t yet shown her. But that was neither here nor there at the moment. What did she want?

He already let her be on top, and tying him down wasn�t all that big of a leap from there. If he wasn�t initially amenable, she presumed she could probably talk him into it at least once to see if she liked it, especially if she offered to reciprocate. It would be sort of satisfying to see him wearing her house colors, but again, that didn�t seem like such a concession. The more she thought about possibilities, the more exciting and varied their future as lovers became. She didn�t think there was much of anything that Draco wouldn�t do for her. A beaming smile touch her lips and she didn�t question the urge to give him a heated kiss.

�Have I told you that I love you yet today?� At his bemused expression, she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck and pressed her lips to his strong jaw. �I do, you know. I love you.�

A lopsided grin tilted up one side of his mouth and one hand gently brushed her unruly curls out of her face.

�Not that I don�t love hearing that; but how did we get there when you�re supposed to be picking out your reward?� He lifted one patrician eyebrow in mock censure and she felt another pulse of affection run through her in response to his teasing.

�I was, I swear. I was thinking of what sorts of things I�d like to do with you, and they all seemed like plausible options that you would actually agree to without duress. And I know I don�t have as much experience to compare it to, but it just made me happy thinking about how well we fit each other, about how happy just being with you makes me. And I just wanted to make sure you knew that. I don�t want there to be one minute of the day when you doubt how I feel about you.�

He made a valiant effort to hide it, but Hermione could see the slight sheen of tears in his eyes, could feel the barely there trembling in his arms wrapped around her pulling her tightly to his chest.

�Hermione, you�you�re the best thing in my life, the best thing I�ve ever had. And I�I�fuck. Um, what I mean is�� It was like a quantum shift. One second he was bumbling and unsure, and the next moment his eyes were blazing into hers, the strength of his feeling feeding words to his mouth and bypassing the censoring logic centers of the brain entirely. �It isn�t just that I love you. Simply by being your beautiful, brilliant self you�ve changed my whole life, my whole world, Hermione. It touches everything I do, everything I say, every fucking thought running through my head. And I�m so grateful, so in awe of being allowed to love you that I can�t conceive of a way to do enough to deserve it. Anything you want, anything that�s within my power to give, you just have to ask and I�d lay the world at your feet if I could. I�d do anything for you, my sweet goddess.�

She couldn�t speak, couldn�t move, she could hardly breathe. She couldn�t even make a token effort to contain the sparkling tears sliding down her cheeks. Even if they were just spoken in the heat of the moment, even if he didn�t precisely mean half of what he�d said, those words, those beautiful words filled her heart so full it was like a physical ache in her chest. A consuming sweetness that overwhelmed her vastly inadequate abilities like speech and movement, all she could do at the moment was feel.

And then that habit that men have, especially young men, of needing to backpedal from an intense emotional moment kicked in, and he grinned lazily at her.

�I suppose I�d even kiss Potter if you really wanted me to. I�d probably have to obliviate him afterward, mind you, for my own peace of mind.�

It was probably a good thing he broke her out of her hypnotic state or she might have crumbled into a sobbing mess at the absolutely perfect words he�d spoken. She let out an amused huff and hurriedly brushed the tears from her face. Having two male best friends, Hermione knew a plea to just let something lie when she heard it, but she couldn�t, wouldn�t let the moment completely pass without at least acknowledging that it had happened. Cradling his beautiful face in her palms, she poured everything she was thinking into her eyes, consciously tried to parade her answering declarations of love through her pupils before kissing him with all the sweet, heated passion in her body.

His lips held an answering sweetness as he kissed her; his hands caressed her face and stroked lovingly down the bare skin of her back as they reveled in the moment without the need for words.

And then, like a bolt of lightening out of a blue sky, it came to her.

�I know what I want!�

*

He almost couldn�t believe that they were actually doing this. He�d done some downright kinky things with some of his sex partners, but nothing like this. He thought only people in books and movies did weird shite like this. But this was what she wanted, and he had given her carte blanche.

He was already getting some weird looks from the students in the library. After all, no one wore their school uniform on the weekends, and Draco Malfoy wasn�t the kind of person, despite his excellent academic record, one expected to see in the library on a Saturday evening. Annoyed beyond belief by a couple of third year Hufflepuff chits continuously giggling at a table somewhere behind him, he figured he�d been gone long enough to satisfy her. Gathering his books and parchments, he headed back up to their common room, his body tense with anticipation.

Standing in front of the portrait entrance to their quarters, Draco took a deep breath rolled his neck a bit, mentally settling into character. He fixed his unemotional mask on his face and entered the room.

He had to forcibly remind himself to keep his face neutral, having gotten rather used to expressing himself freely with her. She was seated on the floor by the coffee table, books and parchments strewn about her. The flickering firelight caught the golden highlights in the mass of curls piled on top of her head and cast a warm glow on her skin. She was radiant, and he had to give himself a firm mental shake, remembering what she wanted before he just jumped her and ravished her by the fireside. She wanted to be seduced by the �old� Malfoy. They had sort of skipped the cataclysmic shift of opinion that should have been their first encounter because of the enchanted chocolates, and she wanted to go back and role play themselves and how such an episode might pan out.

�Such a busy little bee Granger. Homework, on a Saturday night? What�s the matter? Weasel-breath decide to take Potter out dancing and leave you behind?� His attempt at an insult was rather pathetic, so he bolstered it with a rather realistic sneer.

�What�s the matter with you, Malfoy? Your slag for the evening busy with another bloke?� She didn�t even look up from her parchments, and even though it was just a game, he felt his frustration rise. He had always hated it when she ignored him like that.

�Why, offering to step in, Granger?� Her eyes flew to his face in surprise at how quickly he�d gotten there and he smirked at her.

�In your dreams, Malfoy.� He stepped around the table and leaned down toward her, his voice low and dark, his warm breath whispering against her ear.

�Promises, promises. But what about inyour dreams, kitten?� He reached out and playfully tugged on a loose curl. She brushed him away with annoyed swat, but he could see her chest rising and falling faster with her quickened breath.

�Sod off, Malfoy.� He sprawled insouciantly in the arm chair to her left, dropping his books on the floor, and made a show of tracking his eyes up and down her uniform-clad body.

�You know, Granger, if you tamed your hair and your mouth and removed those two parasites you call friends from their permanent position of stuck to your sides you wouldn�t be all together unredeemable in the looks department.� High praise from the �old� Draco Malfoy.

�Wow Malfoy, you�re such a charmer.� She said sarcastically punctuated by a roll of her eyes for good measure. �I�m all aquiver.� He continued as if she hadn�t spoken.

�In fact, if you were to be really nice to me, I might be persuaded to help you get rid of that pesky virginity of yours.�

�How magnanimous of you.� She went back to her parchments and Draco�s ire rose, feeling the need for something drastic. �And what makes you think I�m a virgin anyway, Malfoy?�

Sliding off his chair, he knelt behind her a knee on each side of her hips, not touching her, but close enough that she could feel his body heat against her back. Leaning forward, he surrounded her small frame with his arms, still not making contact with her, placing his palms against the table and tilting his head to whisper in her ear.

�Call it a sixth sense, Granger.� He bent a little closer, inhaling her intoxicating scent, not sure how much longer he could keep up the game if she didn�t acquiesce soon. �And if you aren�t a virgin, then I�m sure you haven�t been seduced properly. It�s in the way you walk, the way you move. You�ve never been shown what it�s like to be worshipped.�

�And who at Hog-hogwarts would know how to worship me, Malfoy, y-you?� Her voice was breathy and stuttered as he blew cool air against her ear and neck, managing to just hang on to the edge of sarcasm in her retort.

�Maybe.� Seeing her pulse jumping beneath her skin sent flames of arousal shooting through his body. His voice descended into its lower register, coming out as a deep, dark purr. �I bet you look magnificent when you come, kitten.�

She whimpered softly as his lips danced across her neck, swaying back slightly, closing the scant centimeters between them, and resting against his chest. Shrugging out of his robes, he wrapped one arm around her waist and buried his other hand in her riotous curls haphazardly pinned up. He tugged the hem of her button-up shirt out of her skirt and deftly unfastened a few of the bottom buttons before sliding his hand underneath it to caress the soft skin of her abdomen, dipping lower with each pass. Using his grip on her tresses, he turned her head towards him, meeting her heated amber eyes.

�Let me show you.� It was hardly more than a whisper sighed against her parted lips, as he searched her eyes for her surrender. She hesitated for a moment, and he brushed his fingers below the band of her skirt sending a shiver down her body.

�Why should I?� He smirked at his little lioness� display of defiance. They both knew she was fighting a losing battle. Of course, the fight wasn�t exactly fair, since he had the dual advantage of not fearing rejection and employing some of her known turn ons.

�Because you want to know if all the rumors about me are true; you want to learn for yourself the feeling, the experience I�m offering.� He pressed slow, sucking kisses to the delicate skin of her throat drawing an invisible line up from the junction of her neck and shoulder to the sensitive flesh below her ear. Nipping at her ear lobe, he whispered, sending his hot breath into her auricle. �And most importantly, because you want me.�

She opened her mouth to protest, and taking advantage of it, he slipped his tongue into her mouth, gently encouraging her to respond to him. He feasted hungrily on her mouth reveling in her tentative movements, her hesitant whimpers. His free hand trailed up her smooth torso to mold itself around one of her satin-encased breasts, squeezing lightly. Her breath hitched, and she disengaged from his mouth, an uncertain, shy expression on her face. Merlin�s mitts, she was a good little role player.

�M-malfoy?�

�I know you probably think this is some kind of trick, a joke at your expense, but it isn�t, Granger�Hermione.� He practically felt the heat and lust bleed into his eyes as he looked at her: cheeks flushed, pupils dilated, lips parted sending puffs of warm moist air against his face. �I want you in the worst way; have done for a long time, practically since you hauled off and punched me in third year. Let me have you, Hermione, and I promise you won�t regret it. I can make you scream in pleasure.�

He removed his hand from caressing her breast and slid it down to the hem of her skirt, trailing it up her thigh and thrust it into her damp knickers, brushing his long middle finger through her silky folds. She hissed at the contact, back arching, one hand clutching at his thigh, the other circling back over his shoulder, her fingers knotting into the short hairs at the base of his skull. She began to writhe and moan as he petted her, her eyes clenched tightly closed.

�Is that a yes, kitten?� Her eyes flashed open, focusing lazily on his face. She bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans and the inevitable response his wicked fingers were invoking. Dipping two fingers down into tight, wet channel, he pressed his thumb against her clit and his lips to hers. �Say yes.�

�Y-yes.� She breathed into his mouth.

Smiling victoriously, he fished his wand out of his discarded robe pocket and swished it over both of them, charming their clothes off into a pile on the couch, too turned on to bother with physical disrobing. He just hoped he�d taken her little role playing request far enough to warrant a little familiarity. When she didn�t protest as he encouraged her to sit up on her knees and cant forward slightly with her hands gripping the edge of the table he figured he was in the clear.

He ran his fingers down in between her legs to test her readiness and groaned appreciatively; her arousal was beginning to escape her body and drip down her shapely thighs. Good, he was also too turned on for proper foreplay. Lining himself up with her entrance, he slid into her, his passage made easy by the copious amounts of lubrication her body was producing. They both groaned in ecstasy; Draco could have sworn the messages from his brain to his jaw shut down for a moment as his mouth hung open in response to the pleasurable onslaught of being inside her.

Curling around her small frame, Draco pressed his chest to her back and rested his hands alongside hers on the edge of the table. Their position necessitated an awkward, upward angle for him, but once he�d pulled out of her body and thrust home once more he didn�t care. It felt too good to care.

He peppered her neck and shoulders with kisses as he pistoned at a slow, regular pace into her welcoming heat. He couldn�t keep up the pretence any longer, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as he reveled in the pleasure. He�d never had a long-term relationship with a girl beyond the physical, and even then he�d never entered into anything intentionally exclusive, so he was a little new to this feeling he had for Hermione. But with her, it seemed the niggling worry of becoming bored in a committed relationship didn�t enter into it. She was so passionate, so willing that every time with her seemed to be better than the last. He felt like he could fuck her forever and never exhaust the limitless potential pleasures available to them. But bugger him sideways if he didn�t want to try.

Picking up his speed, Draco pummeled his little kitten with renewed ardor delivering on his promise to make her scream as she shrieked in ecstasy. He lifted one hand from the table to play with her clit, gratified by the answering praise babbling from her sweet little lips. Feeling the telltale signs of his approaching orgasm, he nearly lost it when she disjointedly mumbled �love you, love your cock�. Unable to stand the limits of their awkward position any longer, he leaned back and pressed a hand between her shoulder blades, encouraging her to bend completely over the table. Gripping her hips, trying to be mindful of not bruising her, he unleashed his desire, stroking into her with a frenzy. He bit viciously into his lip, trying to distract himself from the tightening in his abdomen, hoping, praying she would come before he lost it.

He barely made it through the first flutterings of her quim before his release rushed through his body and erupted into hers. The contractions of her vaginal muscles drew out his pleasure for several long moments before his body was finally spent. Weakly, he slumped down sideways, pulling her with him to collapse onto the fire-warmed carpet beside the table. He wrapped his arms around her, spooning against her sweaty, trembling form and chuckled to himself as an errant thought popped into his head.

�Dear Miss Granger, how are you ever going to concentrate in Transfiguration now that I�ve fucked you on top of your notes?�

*

She trusted him, really she did. But that didn�t keep her overactive imagination from playing out scenes in her head of all the many forms of torture and humiliation the rest of the pride might subject her to. She certainly didn�t trust any of the rest of them. Plus, not that she would admit it to anyone, ever, but her�was he her boyfriend now? Whatever he was, his little sister was a mite scary. But her ginger was pulling her through the portrait entrance to the Gryffindor common room before she could voice any further protests.

Being a weekend day, she saw a few Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs dispersed about the room, but she was quite conspicuously the only Slytherin, not that she had expected any different. It wasn�t like you�d find any lions in the snake pit either. And then, all too suddenly, she was practically dragged over to the seating arrangement in front of the roaring fireplace and the several people sitting there.

�Guys, you know my girlfriend, Pansy, right?� Her nerves quieted for just a second as he publicly claimed her so freely. She was so unused to his carefree, uncalculating manner. It was so�nice.

Unfortunately, the looks on the faces of his friends brought back her nervousness full steam. Potter�s expression was a bit more guardedly neutral than the barely concealed distaste of his redheaded girlfriend�s, but it wasn�t any friendlier. Longbottom�s visage was one of horrified shock and the dazed looking blonde Ravenclaw sitting next to him was looking at her as if she were a particularly interesting specimen of flobberworm, namely with total disinterest. Normally a fairly brassy girl, she felt completely ill at ease and not at all in control of herself. If it weren�t for the reassuring grip of Ron�s hand on hers, she would have been halfway down to the dungeon already.

�P-potter, Weasley-� Her barely intelligible greeting was loudly interrupted by the fire-kissed girl sitting next to the purported savior of the wizarding world, who narrowed her eyes slightly as she spoke.

�If you�re going to be dating my brother, it hardly seems advisable that you call me Weasley. My name is Ginny. And his name-� pointing to the bespectacled hero �is Harry. Try to remember that, won�t you?�

�Gin.� His voice held a clear warning, and combined with the restraining hand on her thigh from his best friend, the youngest Weasley huffed, folding her arms across her chest and settled back onto the couch, snuggling into her boyfriend when he wrapped an arm around her.

�I suppose that means I should call you Pansy if a certain someone is going to insist on first names; if that�s alright with you, that is, Miss Parkinson.� His fond smile was for his girlfriend, but the genuine affability it left on his face was comforting, nonetheless.

�Sure, P-Harry.� Just saying his first name gave her a weird feeling. Not unpleasant necessarily, just an odd recognition of him as a person and not just a caricature of childhood rivalry.

�And this is Neville and Luna.� She was more than willing to have her attention directed away from those piercing green eyes, even if it was toward the person who all Slytherins considered the �witless wonder�.

�Blimey Ron, I didn�t know you were��

�Don�t fret, Neville. Given how many Anxitotes are hovering about Pansy, I�d imagine we�re some of the first people they�ve told.�

�What are Anks-totes?�

�They feed off nervous energy and tension. Generally they lodge in one�s hair. That�s why I�ve been trying to get Hermione to always braid her hair with lavender and sage during exam time. I think she might have a permanent colony in those curls of hers.�

Horrified, she patted her long hair. Since she�d charmed it, she had almost as much hair as Granger! She didn�t want to have a colony of anks-i-whats living in her hair. She didn�t notice that she was being pulled backwards by her boyfriend until she was pulled down onto his lap. Wrapping his arms about her waist, he nuzzled his face into the hair by her ear and whispered to her.

�Don�t mind Luna. None of us have ever once heard of any of the crazy creatures she comes up with, well, except the Crumple Horned Snorkack, but that hardly counts.�

Slowly, she relaxed into his embrace as the conversation began to flow easily around her. She appreciated the fact that none of them felt it necessary to try and include her in the conversation but weren�t purposefully leaving her out either. She tensed a bit every time someone stopped to greet the others, conscious of the odd looks she was getting. But after a quick survey of the easy body postures of the group, all the passing Gryffs seemed to heave a mental shrug and leave it at that. Not one hurled an insult at her or openly questioned her presence in their common room; though given some of the looks he�d gotten, she imagined Ron would be fielding his fair share of inquiries later.

The walk back down to the dungeons was a quiet one. When they reached the corridor outside the entrance to the Slytherin common room, she turned and threw her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his.

�You were right. That wasn�t so bad.� He grinned, running his fingers through the long hair at her back. He seemed to have a fondness for it, and it sealed her decision not to reverse the lengthening charm on it.

�I wouldn�t have taken you up there if I thought something bad was going to happen.� She smiled affectionately at him and pulled him down for a long, hot kiss.

�Disgusting. Keep your shame to yourself and go snog your bloodtraitor boyfriend in a broomstick cupboard somewhere.� Automatically assuming her cold glare reserved for putting people in their place, she pulled back, just slightly from Ron�s lips, but kept her arms wrapped around his neck.

�Not all of us feel the need to be ashamed of our partners, Davis. After all, there�s no need to try and hide it when you�re not into bestiality. But you wouldn�t know about that, would you?� The blonde shrieked in outrage and stood there huffing for a moment as the brunette went back to kissing her now grinning boyfriend before storming into the common room. Once the little slag was gone, she pulled back once more and gave the redhead a rueful smile. �I hope you�re really serious about this, about me, because it�s going to be all over Hogwarts by breakfast tomorrow. Tracy Davis is the Slytherin equivalent of Lavender Brown.� He laughed, hugging her tightly.

�Like I care what she thinks. Didn�t my officially introducing you as my girlfriend to my best mate and my sister indicate that I fancy you quite a lot? I�ve never done that before you know, not even with the Gryffindor Tracy Davis.�

The smile that stole its way on to her face was still in place when she entered her common room drawing attention from not a few people as she crossed through to her room. In the land of Slytherin, smirks abounded but true smiles were rather rare, especially for the perpetually melancholy Pansy Parkinson.

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A/N: I decided I wasn�t going to apologize any more for writing delays (because, seriously, they annoy me too), but nearly three months? That�s pretty bad. Though, in my defense, RL has been crazy, and I�ve had this chapter written for weeks. I just kept forgetting to post it. Sigh, still though� And I�m not even all that happy with this chapter. Filler. Hardly any plot movement at all. Here�s hoping the next one is better (both in timeliness and content)! I have been working, though! Just a little bit on everything and not one great concentrated effort to get any one thing done. Story of my life.

Thanks to reviewers: margaritama, RZZMG, angeles, lilashannah, Dreamweaver, scoobysnakz, HarryGinny4eva (sorry for the even LONGER wait), Brittany, Jade2099, Ashley, fan8225, dracoschick007, and SarahWhitman. You all are obviously some of the coolest people on the planet.
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