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Claiming Hermione	By : ilke Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 116846 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Fine. He wanted her. There. He said it. But so what.

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The walk back to her room did little to quiet the thoughts racing through Hermione�s mind. She was at a loss to control or organize them and she let them run free as she changed out of her jeans and into her pjs.

At some point, an infinitesimally tiny speck of an idea had rooted itself in Hermione�s subconscious. When had that happened exactly? That night after the Halloween Masque? Or, maybe before? Was it when he blew on her cut knee? It was even possible, if she was really truthful with herself, that it could have been before that. And as she lay in her bed with her tank top pulled up over her breasts, the roots of that idea began to grow.

It was a scary idea. Risky. And exciting.

The fantasy of Malfoy on her, in her, played out in her mind. It was well rehearsed now, her imagination filling in the unknowns, and now she had a delicious bit of reality to fill the gaps. Remembering the way this skin felt as she had brushed over his chest, over his nipples, over his stomach, she ran her fingers delicately over her own chest and down her ribs�

The memory of her wrist clutched so tightly in his hand, with his long fingers wrapped forcefully around her, and holding her palm flat against him sent a wave of heat through her. She craved more. She wanted more. She wanted to see that look in his eyes again. Like he was going to burn a hole through her, or devour her.

Hermione couldn�t hold it against herself that she was attracted to him. Girls in every house swooned over him, though she had not been one of them. It was ridiculous the way they pined over him, hoping he�d pay attention to them, hoping he�d have a smile just for them. He never smiled. Didn�t they know? She figured he�d probably spread those rumors himself. But she had figured wrong and now she knew it.

Her new knowledge of him as a sexual being had lit a fire in her. Michael, Terry, Seamus, Ron, Viktor, that Hufflepuff�none of them incited an inkling of the desire that washed through her when she thought of Malfoy. She pressed her hand to her stomach the way he had while he slept behind her.

Maybe�.

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Draco was in a foul mood at Friday�s prefect meeting. He barked at Padma when she asked about the Yule Ball, telling her she needed to focus on growing a backbone first.

Draco spent Thursday night in the Slytherin common room, under the pretense of showing some House pride, when he overheard a group of Slytherin fourth years bragging about being let off with just a warning when she caught them out past curfew.

The quiet Ravenclaw looked like she might cry and Hermione smiled apologetically at her. When the meeting was over, which thankfully was quickly, and all the prefects had gone, Hermione turned on Malfoy with her arms crossed over her chest.

�That was a little harsh, don�t you think?� she accused without explanation.

Draco glared hard at her. �Oh, Miss Rules and Regulations wants to talk to me about appropriate behavior? We can�t have prefects who are afraid to take house points. It�s not a welcoming committee.� He shoved a roll of parchment roughly into his bag and it crunched. He walked to the door, stopping just to the side of her. He bent forward slightly and bit out through clenched teeth, �You have no right to lecture me, Princess.� He leaned in a little closer to her ear, �I�m not your friend.�

Hermione held her breath until the door slammed shut behind him. Anger was blazing through her body and she shook with it. Her fists were balled in tight fists at the end of rigid straight arms. She ripped a piece of parchment off the meeting notes and turned it over. She scratched out a message and stuffed the note into his cubby, hearing it crinkle.

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Saturday morning invited itself into Hermione�s room with bright, happy sunlight that made Hermione wince at the intrusion. Nothing is worse than sunshine when you are in sour mood. She sat up sleepily and whipped her bed curtains closed against the cheerfulness.

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Harry squirmed on the bench next to Hermione. She could tell he was more excited than he was letting on. She wouldn�t tell him to his face, at least not yet, but she suspected that Harry would be much happier if he chose a career in Quidditch, rather than the Auror path he planned on.

It was the first game of the year, and by some merciful god, it had stopped raining. It was still late November, however, and though the sky was bright, the air was frigid with the promise of snow. Hermione squinted at the players and scowled at one in particular.

Harry looked at Hermione�s sulky face and then in the direction she was staring. Hmm. After five years of flying against the blonde menace, he had learned to read Malfoy�s mood by how he was flying. He was currently darting between his players in short, quick, ungraceful bursts. It seemed that Malfoy was in similar disposition to his friend. It was going to be a short game, fast and furious, and Malfoy would take the snitch in no time.

�Hermione, is everything alright?� He asked tentatively.

�Sure Harry, of course.� The reply was an automatic sort of answer and Harry wasn�t buying it.

�I mean, with Malfoy. Is everything okay with him?�

Hermione sighed, seeing that it was futile to hide her mood from Harry. �We just had a fight is all. It�s really not a big deal.�

Harry�s brows scrunched. �What about?�

�Nothing, Harry. It�s not a big deal. I�m fine.� She said exasperated. What would her friends say if they knew? Would they even still be her friends?

�Nothing, Harry. It�s not a big deal.� She repeated curtly.

It was obvious to Harry that she wasn�t going to divulge the nature of their argument. In all the years he�d known her, the first and last time he could remember her being upset over something involving Malfoy was that first time he�d called her Mudblood. He doubted it was anything like that. Though he was reluctant to admit it, Malfoy had changed. It was perhaps a subtle to change to most people, if they saw it at all, but when your arch nemesis suddenly stops tormenting you, you notice. He was about to press her more when Ginny plopped down on the other side of him and wove her arm under his.

Hermione was glad for the distraction and she didn�t even mind when Lavender and Ron sat down on the other side of her. The game was just about to start when Lavender leaned over Ron�s lap towards her.

�Hermione, Millie is in the infirmary again. Got bit by the Venomous Tentacula yesterday during Herbology. Madame Pomfrey says she�ll be out �til Wednesday. Do you think you could do the last patrol with me on Tuesday night?�

Hermione fought to not roll her eyes. That girl was a walking hazard. She really wanted to say no, that she should ask the other prefects first, but then Lavender might think it was because of her. And Ron, who was sitting between them, might think so too.

�Sure. I can do it. Want to meet me at the main entrance at eleven? We can get the greenhouses out of the way and then do the inside.�

�Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks, �Mione!� It was weird to hear Lavender call her by her nickname. Was she supposed to call her �Lav� now? Maybe �Lav Lav� would be better. She groaned internally at her uncharitable thoughts and turned her eyes back to the source of her bad mood.

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Hermione spent the rest of her weekend alternating between a busy library, a busier Gryffindor common room, and an empty HCR. She tried a couple of times to make eye contact with Malfoy. Once during dinner on Sunday, and once on her way out of Arithmancy on Monday. But Draco was not cooperating. As soon as she thought he knew she was looking at him, he either turned to talk to one of his Slytherin peons, or walked away.

On Monday night she went to the HCR to find it empty again. Her anger had dissipated and now she just felt disappointed. She wondered if all their progress was lost. She waited until ten thirty, rewriting her notes from the day and revising her completed essay for Snape that wasn�t due for another week. Seeing that he wasn�t coming, she slumped in her chair and put her head down on her desk. Maybe it was a lost cause. Maybe friendship was too much to ask for. She suddenly felt like they had been playing a game all these weeks. And she lost.

On her way out, she looked into his cubby to see the note still crumpled in the position she had left yet. She should probably burn it.

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Draco was doing great.

He hadn�t so much as looked at the Head Girl in three days. He spent his evenings in his room studying, or in the Slytherin common room welcoming the attention of pretty, brainless girls who had apparently missed him while he was playing house with Granger.

He smirked lasciviously from across the room at a sixth year, Candice he thought her name was, who was smiling flirtatiously and easing her short skirt up her long leg for him. It was a nice view. Nothing like Granger. This girl was tall with long, straight blonde hair and skin that must have been glamoured. No one was that tan in November.

He was contemplating escorting her to her room later in the evening, when a body sat down next to him on the couch. �Nott fucked her last night.�

Draco�s expression darkened as he turned to the familiar face of an amused looking Daphne Greengrass. �Is that so? Well, damn, that thought spoils my plans.� He said as if it really wasn�t that much of a loss.

�Yeah, said she was a lousy lay though, so I wouldn�t be too upset about it I were you.� Draco liked Daphne. He really did. She could be dignified and ladylike one minute, then sharp and crass the next. He smiled tiredly at her.

�Well, that is a valuable piece of information. What do I owe you for your generosity?� He asked with one raised brow and a smirk.

She shrugged and leaned in. �Just wondering what you�ve been up to this past month. Don�t think I haven�t noticed. Not all Slytherins are doorknobs.� She said with a knowing glint in her voice.

Draco looked around the room casually, both to hide the fact that his heart had sped up, and to make sure no one was listening. He turned back to the dancing eyes and licked his lips, trying to quickly come up with an excuse, something to throw her off track. She smirked at his hesitance and leaned in closer so she could whisper in his ear.

�Not all Slytherins hate Gryffindors either, Draco.� She stood up before he could reply and headed towards the girls� dorms. Draco stared at her back with a closed expression. When she got to the stairs she turned and winked.

That night, Draco stepped into his bath and holding his wand, he tapped the marble and thought of oranges, and honey, and amber and vanilla, and jasmine. He leaned back against the edge, enveloped in the scent that was almost her, and thought of a little hand brushing over his chest. He grazed his nipples and tweaked them lightly, the way she might. He swept his hand over his stomach, just below his navel, where she had. He touched his hard cock gently, and trailed his fingers over it, exploring, the way he imagined she would. He groaned aloud and wrapped his hand around himself, firmly, slowly stroking down to the base and then up over the head, the way he wanted her to.

He had been fighting this with everything in him, but Daphne�s cryptic comment was like the permission he needed to allow it. He could have this. Even he couldn�t have her. Wouldn�t know what to do with her if he did have her. Getting involved with Granger was a bad idea of epic proportions.

Involved. He wasn�t even sure what that would mean to her. Malfoy didn�t have relationships. He had sex. He liked it, he was good at it, and it was relatively trouble free. He seriously doubted Granger would, or even could, be interested in something casual. Casual sex would not be enough for her. And when had anything between them ever been casual? Even now, sitting on the couch together, night after night, was anything but causal. The air in their common room those nights was heavy with things unsaid, with the delicate balance they had found. And that he shattered.

But more than that, he had a sneaking suspicion that casual sex with Granger would not be enough for him either.

His hand was tight around his cock, stroking furiously. In his mind, his hand was tight around her tiny wrist. Making her touch him. He came hard with a loud grunt and collapsed against the side of the tub. The release left his body elastic and free of the tension that had been residing with him for days. but an image that took it�s place, of her on the couch, wriggling as he tickled her foot, laughing with her mouth open, brought with it a different kind of tension.

Loss. He felt like he�d lost a friend. One that he�d never even had in the first place.

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PyroAngel
Yes, a kiss could have happened.

crescentmoon
You�re welcome. And thank YOU for always reviewing! That makes me smile!

Dreamweaver
I�m working hard to get to the good stuff that seems to be in demand. I mean, I want to get there too, but I�ve come to terms with the fact that this is a slowly building story. I figure if I get it written fast enough, and get everyone there quickly, you all can�t hold it against me too much.

LOL about the skirt issue. I wondered that too. I don�t think our girl would be that negligent, so let�s say that this ONE time, she was wearing pants, but you can safely assume that all the other times, unless it�s mentioned she�s in her skirt.

As for the maybe � that won�t happen for quite a while yet, but you�ll know when it does. wink

sugypunk
I�m totally on the fence on whether I want my husband to read my story. He is SO not into fanfic. When ever I try to talk to him about how my Draco might respond to a situation in the story, he can�t get passed the movie/book Draco. That, and he hates that he can�t talk about the fact that I�m writing a story with anyone because, I�m embarrassed to say it, but I�m totally a closet HP fan. No one knows. Oh, except my dad knows I�m writing a fanfic. He asked me if he could read it when he was over for dinner last week and I almost spit my food out. ACK! How do I say, sorry, dad, but um, it�s for adults only. That would so not be on!

Lost in Stars
I didn�t even think of the shower! Ah well, if and when they do um, get wet, I hope it�s in Draco�s bath! Thanks for the review!

chickacherrycola
OMD! (Oh My Draco XD )

- Holy shit girl you make me laugh!

JKRsunkmyship
Speaking of really enjoying stories, I loved/am loving Moments of Sanity. (Still confused on if it�s the end or not)! I really thought she would beg with Harry to not have Lucius be given the kiss. And/or to explain everything to him, though with your dark Harry (who is fabulous) that might not have gone over too well. I�ve been posting of CG, but they�re taking too long to approve. I have something like three chaps waiting over there. And never mind the downtimes. I post of Granger Enchanted (which I highly recommend to you) and here. Thanks for reviewing here!

tootsie
Yes, I do. Mwahahahaha. Just kidding. I don�t mean any evilness by it. Hang in there.

Gryffindor_Slytherin
Thanks!

omelove
Me either, but it�s not yet.

The Cat
You know, if starts snowing, then they�ll really be stuck inside. wink

gabby1234
Thanks darlin�! There was a one-shot, the first thing I wrote actually � and almost nothing but smut, but so many people asked me how they�d gotten there in the first place, that this story was born. They were both up for a long time, but I decided that since the one-shot was going to be an eventual part of this story, that it would be better to take it down and surprise you.

Your sister�s writing rocks! I love her cleverness and the banter so much! I still think, all the time about the line in Mergers where Draco talks about Hermione blaming for all manner of things underhanded and evil, like missing socks. (bad quote there, but I�m sure you know what I�m talking about it). It�s one of my fave lines of all time.

I�ve never seen a Ginny/Blaise story. Can�t picture it. But I�ve ready some INCREDIBLE Draco/Ginny stories � all by SunshineFanFics, SunshineSamantha, and Sugarbear_1269

Winchiwitch
I�m so sorry. Don�t be mad. I�m working on it. I�m just trying to set up a plausible scenario in which these two might actually come together. Draco has too much control over himself and Hermione is too rational to have them just give in to lust. At least at this point. But, I�m glad you are enjoying it despite the torture. I hope to have it be over soon. Sort of.

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