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Jealousy	By : brandnewdaydawning Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 78819 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The taste from her honey tea had long been kissed off her lips and now she tasted as pure and sweet as the first time he'd kissed her. On a lark. On a whim. How could he have been so stupid? How had he managed to screw up and stumble and mishap this much and still get the girl? He had no idea. Must truly be the Malfoy in him because he was quite certain a fellow like Longbottom would have been cursed to St. Mungo's and back by now.
He couldn't stop kissing her. While he was getting her into her cloak. While he was situating the broom. During the short flight. Before he let her off the blasted broom. Over and over again as they made their way back to the grand hall. It was like she had magnetized his lips. He just couldn't let her go. Couldn't stop touching her, tasting her. Sweet warm wet kisses that made his head spin. He was literally dizzied by her presence.
He pushed her up against the brick of the wall and devoured her mouth. And she fucking let him. She twined her arms around him and rolled her hips into his and kissed him back with lips and tongue and teeth and he almost died from breathlessness.
The world around him faded to shades of grey and black and coal. The noise of Hogwarts, the chill in the air, the pressure of being Draco Malfoy, all of it melted into eddies of colorless washed out nothing. Hermione was technicolor. Everything about her vibrant and bold and alive and real.
She had tried him on for size and wanted to keep him. With all his rough edges and sharp points. She didn't care. She didn't care who his family was, or what his net worth was, or if he could live up to it all. She wanted Draco Malfoy even when he wasn't so sweet to her.
He found himself vowing in-between dizzying mind blowing kisses that he would be sweet to her as often as he could. She made it so easy it was hardly a chore. He'd buy her anything she wanted. Library's full of books and dozens of house elves to free and labs to research in and anything else her heart desired. He'd take her anywhere she wanted. Paris, America, Egypt. It didn't matter. Anywhere there was some interesting history he'd dig it up for her and let her have at it.
He'd be quiet while she studied and love her down from head to toe when she was done. He'd be decent to her blasted friends and go to stupid parties if she wanted. He'd give her his best and probably fall short but at least then he could say he had done the very best to woo and keep Hermione Granger.
Since he had no idea what he'd done to attain her, he had no idea what to do to keep her. He'd just have to try everything. Surely, she must know. What he had done? Why she wanted him? Would he be completely off his rocker to ask her? Perhaps she could write an essay about it, forty-four inches that he'd need a thesaurus to read.
He pulled back a bit, knowing he was being stupid. Everything in him was screaming to take advantage. She was clearly responsive to him, consensual. He could take her by her hand and lead her to the room of requirement on the third floor. He could conjure up all the pillows and soft sheets she could ever want and take his time with her for once. He was fed up and frustrated with being interrupted and denied. She wasn't denying him now.
But she was not some dirty little shag. She wasn't some pureblood who knew the score. She was Hermione freaking Granger and he'd pushed his luck enough already. The stakes were too high to blow it on a stupid gamble. He'd tried to pull back in the forest, slow down. She was just too close and too touchable and smelled too good and had such soft skin and kissable lips and the sweetest taste.
He just couldn't seem to help himself if she wasn't saying no. Why wasn't she saying no? He was pretty sure she was a virgin. Surely a girl like her needed…more. More than kisses and complements. He didn't know what she needed, he didn't know what she wanted, but he wanted to make sure he gave it to her. He didn't want her to have regrets. He couldn't think through such serious thoughts when the girl of his dreams was running her fingers through his hair and pressing all that sweet flesh against him.
"What's the matter?" She broke the silence and he leaned his forehead against hers, closing his eyes for distance and struggling to form coherent words that wouldn't push her away but would make his vague half formed thoughts clear.
"I feel like a complete wanker for saying this but maybe we are going too fast." He whispered against her mouth. Inhaling her sweet breath, exhaling his uncertainty. She'd admitted she cared about him, she'd embraced him physically, he could be a little brave too. "I don't want to fuck this up, rush it."
He held his breath, forced himself not to kiss her again. To wait. To let her decide what to say. Silence stretched out for 9 maybe 10 seconds before he fumbled on, clarifying. "I want to be with you right. I mean, not be with you, but be with you. I mean the relationship. I want the relationship to be right, solid."
God, he was a wanker. Apparently if he spent too much time in a lip lock with the girl he lost all coherency and eloquence. He was implying she would sleep with him, implying a relationship they hadn't defined. What the hell was wrong with him? He was usually so good at this.
He rushed on before she could draw the wrong conclusions and hex him. "I mean I want to have a relationship with you. I don't want to mess up my chances for that by mauling you in a public hallway like a clueless moron."
"There is zero percent chance of that Malfoy." She said, voice firm and assured. He blinked at her, a little shocked. He hadn't expected a flat out no, she'd let him kiss her nonstop for the last half hour. Her hands held her to him, grasping his collar when he would have drawn back. Opened those wet kiss-swollen lips to go on. "I mean zero chance of kissing me messing that up. I would like that too. A relationship, with you, and the mauling too."
She was blushing. More than just the flush from arousal. A bright pink stain on her lovely cheeks. "Just because I'm a little inexperienced doesn't mean I don't know what I want. You can trust me to say no if I need to. You are right about the hallway though, it is public. Maybe we should go somewhere not so…public."
"Alright then," he whispered. As if words might break the spell she was under and she'd realize she had just committed herself to Draco Malfoy, prat extraordinaire. Well he was hardly a saint. He'd done his due diligence, she had said yes. He'd never wanted anything so bad in his life and had used up whatever scruples he might have had trying to slow things up. If she wanted privacy he'd get them there quick as Quidditch. Just as soon as he kissed her one more time.
Jesus, she set him on fire. Wrapping those lovely arms around him and kissing him back. No one kissed like Hermione Granger. She gave her whole self over to it. The way she did everything else. Ever a quick study in a matter of days she'd learned just how he liked to be kissed and touched and seduced and he'd never known desire like she inspired in him.
With Herculean effort, he peeled himself off her, took her hand so he could do her bidding and take them elsewhere. He stole three more kisses as they tripped their way down the hall, no idea in his head how he was going to navigate stairs with an armful of delicious girl that he couldn't seem to let go of.
A cleared throat had him stalling hard and twisting around to look. He knew that distinct sound of disappointment anywhere. His father was staring him down from where he was waiting in front of the double doors to the grand hall.
It was a reasonable place to wait for him as it was soon to be the dinner hour and most students found the time to be in their seat for an elf cooked meal far better than any their mum's might conjure up.
He looked as imposing as Draco's first memory. Expressionless and tall, arms folded across a broad chest that Draco had yet to attain. Hair perfectly groomed. Clothes perfectly matched in three layers of soul sucking black. Eyes so bottomless you could lose yourself to fear in an instant.
Draco was so shocked he ran into Hermione and almost knocked them both on their asses. They struggled to stay upright for a second and he steadied her with both hands on her shoulders while he took a quick breath and tried to steady his emotions.
There he was. Lucius Malfoy. His own personal boogie man and guaranteed Hermione repellant. A lesser woman might have taken the excuse to flee when faced with being caught making out by the Lord of House Malfoy in the middle of the hall.
Instead she gained her balance and took his hand in hers and turned to face a man who made grown Death Eaters tremble in their boots. Hell, he'd made Draco tremble often enough. Her courage steeled his spine and he reminded himself he was not that scared pale faced boy who would do anything to please a father who knew nothing but disdain for everyone and everything around him.
He had grown up, he had grown out. He had become his own man. It was why he had embarked on this whole plot in the first place. To prove to his father that he was his own man. To prove it to himself.
He stepped closer, gave a mocking bow, and in his most formal voice introduced Hermione. "Father, may I present Hermione Granger. Hermione, I believe you know my father Lucius Malfoy."
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